Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Better (Arcee x Femme Reader) Lemon

Description - You and Arcee fight on who the better experienced femme is for interfacing, but it turns into a challenge when you discover your love/hate relationship for each other.

⚠️ Warning! Involves aggressive and vulgar smut ⚠️

"You fragging glitch! You think i'm not good enough to make somebody like Smokescreen beg for more of this!", Arcee screamed at me. I don't know why we were bringing team names into this, but I was in such a rage that I didn't care.

"I didn't say that! I just said I'm better in berth than you", I snapped back. Arcee growled under her breath with her chest puffed out defensively. She clenched her fists like she was about to throw a punch at me. I almost felt bad for the Decepticons that have gotten a close demonstration of what she's capable of. For her small frame size, she could pretty much beat down anything to the dirt. As strong willed as she was, I wasn't going to let her trample over me like the weakest link in Team Prime. Optimus always wondered how he could keep all this femme power under control. Ratchet was the only one that would side with him. The other mechs seemed to get a kick out of watching two hot femmes fight each other.

"Pleasuring yourself doesn't count (Y/n)", she laughed. I jumped at her, clawing at her dark paint and leaving scratches. Arcee fought back by shoving me against a table. Our servos clashed together trying to push each other to the ground. My plates shook trying to fight against her strength.

"I could take on a spike like Bulkhead's any day!", I bragged. Arcee huffed. She wasn't buying any of my scrap.

"Bull, I bet you don't even know how give a proper blowjob", she hissed. My strength wasn't enough to keep her still. I hesitated for one klik and she knocked me off my pedes, pinning me onto the floor. I grunted from the impact as well as her sudden weight on me. She was practically sitting on me so I wouldn't be able to get back up. The position was rather odd, but I was still angered by her insults. I struggled for a bit, but I was fatigued. I gave up and laid my helm down, gasping for air.

"Hah, I can see who would be bottom. You can't even handle me", she mocked. I looked back at her evil expression. She was feeding off of my annoyance. I glared at her rounded optics beaming down on me.

"Not that anyone would have any interest in you", I mumbled. Acree's optics flared.

"You! Uuurg I can't stand you! You make me so mad I want to-".

"Do what...exactly?", I smiled sarcastically. Arcee grabbed my shoulder plates firmly. She pulled my upper body up from the ground towards her and she slammed her dermas onto mine. I fought back the kisses without even giving it a second thought. If she wanted to see how experienced I was, she was going to get it. I pulled her down with me, sliding my glossa into her mouth and flicking it around the inside. I wanted to taste every spec of her glossa and everything around it. Arcee growled through her denta, darting her glossa into mine to counter my invasion. We were fighting each other for control. I could hear her breathing out of her enstrils furiously, still full of anger. I pushed her closer so that our breast plates were touching. The grip I had on her back trailed down her spine and onto her aft. I gave it a quick slap causing Arcee to jolt in surprise.

"Mmm, think your so tough huh?", she rumbled. I felt a sharp pair of servos clasp onto my breast plates and roll her palms around stimulating them. I tried to hold back my sounds, but I let a moan escape my throat. The femme chuckled in response. She continued to fondle with my sensitive breasts.