Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Selfish Deeds (Breakdown x Absent Femme Reader)

Description - Breakdown cant stop thinking about you. The only thing that could help is indulging in himself.

⚠️ Warning: Contains Masturbation ⚠️

The restless mech shifted in his berth frustrated by the thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn't get into stasis for the life of him. He was too preoccupied fantasising fragging you here and now, but you weren't with him. He was horny and desperate. He hadn't been relieved of his urges in a long time. You were off on a long campaign and Breakdown couldn't bare to stand another night without you.

"Fraggit", he cursed. He tried changing positions on the berth to find a more comfortable spot, but no matter what he did, he couldn't ignore his throbbing spike hitting against his interface plate. The itching feeling wouldn't cease. He knew there would be only one way to relieve himself from this aching pain. This is what it's come down to.

The large mech groaned as he sat up, reaching over to the desk beside him to snatch his trusty data pad. With it, he could search up anything in the database, including bots. The screen lit up blinding the mech that was just laying in darkness. His optics weren't atoned to the bright light. He forced himself to look back at the screen and began searching up your name. Your profile popped up.

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Occupation: Special Ops

Height: 18 ft (5.98 m); Weight: 500 lb (226.8 kg, est)

Color Scheme: (Y/c/s); Optic Color: (Y/e/c)

Basic Features: Martial arts, armored

Advanced Features: Two blasters, stealth modifiers and sniper

Intelligence: Above average; Land Speed: Very fast

Mech Level: One; Weakness(es): None revealed

Allies: Decepticons; Enemies: Autobots, Humanity

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Breakdown admired your schematics. You were a very skilled femme. It was no wonder why Megatron chose you specifically for certain missions. You could take out a whole squadron of Autobots by yourself from the shadows. He wondered what you saw in him that made you choose him as her sparkmate. Your occupations were much different so you never went on missions together. He met you through Knockout. It could of been his thick frame and humour that caught your spark, who knows. Either way he was a lucky mech. 

Being around you was an utter thrill, so going almost a week without you was driving him mad. He wanted to see you now, he wanted to caress you seamless body under his digit tips. You were such a dirty femme. All he could think about was pinning your smaller frame against the berth he was laying on and fragging you senseless. You loved it rough. You always knew how to drive him wild with your words. 

Breakdown inspected the picture next to your information. It was a simple diagram but it was her. He breathed heavily studying your framework imagining that body being on top of him. He wanted to hear your whimpers and cries. Nobody could make you scream like he did. 

Primus, he couldn't stop thinking about doing things to you. The ache grew more pronoun now that he was mentally picturing things. He couldn't take it anymore. He opened his interface plate and wrapped his large servo around his swollen member. He used the picture for his own imagination, filling his mind with a fantasy of you.

He closed his optics briefly, imagining him holding you by the hips and pushing you down onto his thick length, hearing you moan at the first feel of his spike digging into you. The pleasure he was receiving during his trance made it feel so real. You moved up and down. Your port was hot and wet. You moaned Breakdown's name as you were grinding yourself onto the spike with little effort, guided by his servos. 

"Yea that's right, take it all in. Feel how big I am", he boasted out loud. 

"Oh yes Breakdown! Your spike is so big! I can feel it stirring my insides!", your representation of your voice rang in his helm. The mech's face heated up with a red pigment. He could sense the core in his frame heating up too. He replayed your voice in his mind, pumping his servo faster and with more force. His yellow optics beamed at your flawless design once more. 

"Oh Primus, you feel so good", he kept imagining you on his lap. He bit his lower derma caught up in his own dirty fantasy making his helm spin. The pleasure was so deep. The mech had been feeling this pressure building up within him for so long. He needed this. 

He started twisting his servo around his spike while running it up and down his shaft. He twitched and writhed, trying to thrust his hips forward instinctively. His breath was hot and heavy. He could barely keep up with it while he pleasures himself. Whenever his servo grazed along the perfect node on his length he gasped. The pressure continued to increase. Soon he would find himself in heaven. 

"Faster BD, FASTER!", the voice called out. He obliged in himself, beating himself off as fast as cybertronianly possible until he finally hit a big and glorious overload. The mech let out a sound similar to a battle cry as he felt the euphoria flood his circuits. His mind blanked out with the overwhelming sense of pleasure shooting through him like waves of electricity. His spike unleashed it's trans fluids, soiling himself and the area around him. Never had he felt so relieved in his life. 

The exhausted mech leaned back letting his coolant system release the heat of his burning core. His spark beat against his chassis. He could practically feel the energon pumping through his veins and up to his helm.

"(Y/n)...", he whispered. His body was so relaxed now. As good as this felt, he knew that interfacing with you for real would be ten times better. He sighed deeply. He loved you. He hoped that you would return soon so he could take you in his arms and prove just how much he missed you. Until then, he let put his mind to rest and let his dreams take a hold of him. With a peaceful mind, he drifted off into stasis.