Transformers Lemons 1

TFP Breakdown X Cybertronian! Femme Reader

"You're an idiot - and I hate you," you groaned out before digging your sharp claws into his back strut. Doing that provoked him to slam his dermas against yours enclosing both of your mouth intakes in a rough kiss. All this foreplay was leaving you hot and bothered underneath your interface panel but you were incredibly pissed with him so of course you weren't just going to hand it over that easy, you were of course going to make the fellow decepticon work for it.

Not only did the mech lose contact with you for more than an earth week but he also lost his optic, to a Human at that. You felt one of the mech's digits tap on your interface panel and you raised an optic ridge."You leave for a week and think I'm going to just hand it over just like that?" Now as bold as you were this was risky, he was much stronger than you, faster than you, but thankfully it would take him a while to outsmart you. Which was exactly what drove him to you rather than Airancnid, he could physically dominate you but there was no way he was beating you in mind games.

"Don't be a tease," The mech growled under his venting. You took his distraction as a moment to get away from him and off of the work desk he had you pushed up against. You were both in the privacy of his hab suite but that didn't mean you were going to submit just yet. "Like not hearing from you for a week wasn't a tease." You had a mischievous smile on your face plate as you kept your distance from the large mech. "I already told you what happened. How was I supposed to comm you if they literally had me in stasis strapped down on a fragging dissection table." He huffed after his response and rolled his optics. You certainly knew how to get on his nerves.

"Sounds kinky, you did all that without me?" He definitely didn't like what you said at that moment because he tried to reach for you but you cautiously ducked away. "Hey calm down big guy, you want me? Then you have to make up for the entire week you were gone." There was a look of uncertainty on his faceplate as if he definitely knew you were plotting something. "Sure." Breakdown sounded nowhere near enthusiastic about your idea as he leaned against the energon dispenser behind him. "Now what the pit do you want?" You raised an optic ridge in surprise, you clearly expected the mech to tell you no and retreat to his berthroom to recharge but maybe he felt guilty from all the time he spent away from you.

"I want you to take my shift for monitoring the Predacon quarters this whole week." The mech visibly cringed and sighed but nodded his helm in acceptance. "And... I'm on top this time." His optic ridges furrowed and his faceplate returned back to its usual scowl. "Not happening." A mech like Breakdown was far too stubborn to allow a femme on top, most mechs were generally iffy on that subject.

"Aww then I guess you get nothing. I'm in need for a recharge anyways," you were taunting him while walking to his berthroom trying to see if he'd follow you and reluctantly he did. You turned your helm and noticed he had dropped his codpiece and his spike happened out and fully erect. His familiar yellow biolights along his spike beamed with the mech's arousal. You were happy to see that area of him was undisturbed from injury. You wrapped your clawed servo around as much as you could of his length and you smiled playfully up at him. You used your other servo to gesture for him to lay on the berth as a friendly reminder that you were still going to be on top. The mech slapped your servo way annoyed and obliged to your gesture. "Last time this ever happens." He grumbled under his vents as he laid back against the stiff silicone berth.

When he did that you got down on your knee plates and took the tip of his spike slowly into your oral intake. The mech shivered from that and you couldn't help but struggle back a laugh. You took in more of his length and he let out a low rumbling groan. You wrapped your servo around his spike once more and stroked it rhythmically while you bobbed your helm up and down, thoroughly pleasuring the mech. You let your interface panel drop and your valve was completely glazed over. You always got so excited like this giving oral interface that your valve would be coated in dripping lubricant, ready and eager to be penetrated. You stopped the lewd entertainment you were giving him abruptly and you watched as his spike twitched in your servo begging for more of your oral intake. You let go of his length and got on top of the mech and put both of your servos on his leg struts as you began to lower yourself down.

Breakdown was a large mech with an extremely proportionate spike. You were aware some mechs could be as huge as him and not at all make up for it in size within the interface department. You felt the curved tip of his length ease its way past your folds and you could hear his venting become erratic while you allowed the rest of him to slide inside your tight canal. The feeling of him filling you was incredibly satisfying as your walls happily welcomed every bump and ridge along him. Once you were fully seated you could feel his member start to twitch again. "You okay?" You questioned him entirely mocking him for being so sensitive. "It's just been awhile." You could feel your optics roll as you reminded him that it has only been a week.

You lifted up your hip struts slowly and you could feel your entire frame shudder. This was a whole new angle of penetration for you and you could tell that your valve certainly liked it. You were half way up his spike before bringing yourself back down on him. You kept the same slow and steady pace as you dug your clawed digits right into the sides of his leg struts. Taking him deep and slow like this was almost just too much. You were facing the mech so it was obvious due to his faceplate that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You let your optics dim while you were riding him until you felt one of his large servos start to rub over your frame. Him caressing his servo over your breast plates definitely played into to adding extra pleasure for you. Then his servo went further down and you could feel his digit start to circle around your outer node. You couldn't tell at first but you were beginning to hear your own venting and your leg struts were beginning to feel light weight. His digit kept rolling circles around the outer node between your folds and you noticed your pace of riding him changed to a far more quicker one. Shuddering was all you did when your valve started to spasm tightly around his length from your overload. You rode out your overload literally and you didn't stop raising yourself up and down to take more of his spike until you were totally satisfied. After a while you stopped and you were kept still to recollect your vents.

The familiar large servo wrapped around your neck cabling and flipped you over onto your back strut. You didn't get a chance to yell at him before you he dropped down between your leg struts and you felt his glossa quickly start to lap at your valve. The only thing that came from your oral intake was a pleased moan as you watched his glossa slide in between your folds. "Please." You started begging while you were starting to feel the effects of your second overload of the night. "Say that you need me." The mech demanded and you were in no mood for defiance so you complied. "Please. I need you." He moved his helm up from your valve and you felt the the tip his spike in place at your folds from where his glossa used to be. He entered you roughly and you cried out. Your entire frame and valve were still sensitive from the two previous overloads. Once he started thrusting, you dimmed your optics and allowed him to begin his aggressive thrusts that started off sloppy as well due to him be close to his own overload. The thrusting was quick and harsh just as it usually was from him.

As rough as he was, he knew you liked it as you haven't asked him to change yet. The pleasure that you got from his type of interface was immeasurable because there was a bit of pain mixed in. That blend of pleasure and pain was just enough to leave you moaning out as you were currently on track for your third overload. You hadn't even realized it but his digit was back rubbing circles around your outer node while he was thrusting against you and that was probably what helped you once again over that edge. His thrusting came to a halt while you felt his spike twitching inside you and not long after that you felt the first few spurts of transfluid leak inside you. You laid there and just let him finish emptying his overload into you before he pulled out. He sighed watching as the thick fluid began to slowly leak out of you and make its way onto the berth. "Guessing I have to be the one to clean that huh?" He questioned hoping that since you were in such a good mood you'd do it. "Of course you do." You gave him a mischievous a smile and sat up letting more of the fluid work it's way out of you and it began to puddle into the same spot. It was clear to the mech that you were going to iritate him for an entire week due to his absence. "And don't forget to make sure after you're done you also clean up what fell onto the floor too."

He titled his helm down to look down at the floor and looked confused. "There's nothing on the floor?" And in response you sat up even further and let the rest of the transfluid begin to drip from your valve and onto the floor. "Oops."