Transformers Lemons 1

MTMTE Rung x Cybertronian!Female Reader

The Morning After
You woke up sore and armorless beside a armorless Rung, surely you and Rung had a little too much high grade last night. Rung was still in a deep recharge so the embarrassment can come later. He shuffled around in the berth while you recollected your memories from last night.
Flashback
"Y/N here's something to turn that frown upside down." Rung chirped cheerfully while holding two very large cubes of high grade.
"How is high grade going to make anything better?! The Autobots hate me..."

"Hey you don't know that....they might forget that you interfaced with Cyclonus and they might not."

You sighed and returned to your depressed state on his berth after he handed you a cube of the high grade. Neither of you said anything to eachother after that. Two hours later you both started opening up to eachother about your lives and feelings and everything else, only because you two were piss drunk. "When I was a s-sparkling my creator, my creator-uh-my creator never loved me."

Both of you giggled at his slurred speech. Then Rung asked a question that changed the whole situation. "W-Why did you interface with Cyclonus Y/N?" Things went silent for a few minutes.

"I-I was in a bad place of circuits...I just needed to feel something with someone."

"I bet I can make you feel something Y/N."

"You-You don't mean that. You're drunk."

"I may be drunk but I guarantee you that if I wasn't I'd still want you, I went through pit and back trying to cheer you up today."

You two were silent once more until Rung put his servo on your sleek hips. "Your hips were one of things I've always admired about your chasis, I think I'd admire them more if they were covered in my overloaded transfluid.."

"RUNG!", you blushed.

He chuckled at your embarrassed reaction. You two were becoming slightly less drunk as the night went on considering your vocals returned to their normal states. Rung moved his servo lower slightly caressing your interface components armor.
"Mmph"

"Mmph?" Rung mocked as he slid his servo beneath the armor. He gently removed it smirking at the sight of your uncovered port. He moved his firm digits over the folds back and forth causing you to softly moan. He played with the small sensitive knob on your port and squeezed it gently.

"Rung.." You vented out softly as he slid a digit into your port and pumped it in and out slowly.
"I'm going to take my nice sweet time with you Y/N."
He inserted another digit and began to pump them both slower than before.

"Rung please." You groaned as you clenched your dentas on a pillow.

"'Rung please what?' Go slower?"

"No-no don't.."
He stopped completely anyway so begging him to go faster wasn't an option. After he pulled his digits out he gently placed a small lick on the knob of your port earning a squeak from you.

He continued to lick and suck slowly on the knob. Your servos were on his helm as he continued to assault your port with his glossa. When he felt he had teased you enough he slid off his interface components armor. He gave you the notion of what to do to his spike so you moved down to his lower waist to perform oral interface.

He was so large... And thick. You were in awe of how this fit under his small thin armor. Then again ALL cybertronian mechs were bigger than what was needed. Some femmes appreciate that and some don't. You took the tip of his orange colored spike into you mouth quarters and teased it with your Glossa. You stroked the rest of his member that you couldn't fit in your mouth. Meanwhile, prior to this your port was a dripping wet mess.

You earned a few groans and "just like that"s from him while doing this process. He pulled his spike out of your mouth. "I don't want to overload just yet Y/N" He pinned you down and continued to digit your wet port. He stopped when you squirted transfluid on his digits. He chuckled triumphantly. He spread and lifted your legs to adjust himself into a position.

He slid his spike into your port gently and waited for his entire component to be relaxed into you. He wasn't even thrusting yet and you felt like you were going to overload. Once he was situated he thrusted slowly and then gradually fastening his pace when he needed to.

You two were moaning so loud you were sure someone heard you. His thrusts got so fast that the berth began shaking an your overload finally came. He even called you his slutty whore multiple times during the interface session. Most femmes wouldn't appreciate that but you did. Then unexpectedly he pulled out spike and began to roughly stroke it above your lower waist, and then you realized what he was doing.

With a loud groan he overloaded with his transfluid grazing in different spots on your waist and hips. He was smirking and out of breath by the time he finished. You were out of breath too. He laid down beside you and fell into recharge and soon after him you fell into recharge too. You both were still slightly intoxicated just more aware of the heated situation you were in.
Flashback over
Rung began to wake up from his recharge, he onlined his optics to see you and he smiled. "Morning beautiful hips", that is when you knew you'd never hear the end of this.