Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Roleplay (Breakdown x Femme Reader) Lemon

A/N: AAAA I LOVE MIXING DIRTY WITH CUTE!!!

Description - Things are heating up in the berthroom when Breakdown's being told what to do ;)

⚠️ Warning!: Contains bondage and role play dominance ⚠️

You entered the slightly dimmed room with a watchful optic eating away at your stunning frame. The mech before you was leaned on the ground, eager for you to approach him. Though his size was intimidating, you knew that you were in control over this mech. He sat with energon cuffs restricting his arms and legs. He moaned through the obstruction in his mouth that you placed there, squirming and demanding to be pleased.

"Hff.. ahh.. (Y-Y/n)", he struggled to speak. His broad frame was so delectable that you it made your processor swim. Those thick thighs and chest, his massive hips, the girth of his arms and shoulder plates. Everything was yours for the taking. 

"(Y/n) please... Nnn.. I-I need you", he begged helplessly. You walked over to him, staring down at his enormous spike and how brilliantly desperate it was to be touched. It throbbed and twitched. You licked your dermas just from the sight of it before glancing back up at Breakdown's adorably flushed face. You could see the tinge of blue formed over his cheeks. You chuckled slightly.

"You look so adorable right now BD", you smirked. Reaching your servo out, you traced your digits along the top side of his chassis playfully. The mech purred and leaned into the sensation.

"Mmm yes, touch me. I need more!", he whined. He could barely speak though the gag in his mouth. His sensors were on high wire. Anything that you did that involved contact would drive him wild. You were put off by his request and grabbed hold of the leash attached to his studded collar, yanking it and causing the mech to let out a startling grunt. It was apparent that he wasn't aloud to make such commands in his position. 

You moved forward and pressed one of your pedes over his spike. Breakdown cried out in discomfort. He continued to wince as you kept it there. Watching him intently, you moved your pede so that it was rubbing against his sensitive length. The large mech hissed at first, but then he was showing symptoms of receiving pleasure out of it. 

"Naughty mech, don't you know that I'm the one in charge here?", you teased him. He was so lost for words that he couldn't really respond. His chassis rose up and down as he huffed, moving his pelvis forward on instinct. He grew to love this kind of treatment. Twitching and moaning was all he could do. You watched him whine helplessly knowing that he found your form of punishment highly stimulating, and that turned you on even more. You pressed harder, pushing your limits further to receive as much of a reaction from the mech as possible. 

"Had enough?", you said playfully as though this was all but a game to you. In a way it was. You were getting some kind of high off of watching Breakdown wither and moan, atoning to your very wishes. You toyed with him possessively. You'd think it would be the other way around given their size difference, but the horny mech had a hard kink for being dominated. You could easily see yourself as going both ways, but this was so much more endearing. 

You stared at your prize in all his glory. He belonged to you and you only. Knockout only wishes he could be in his position right now. You were well aware of his curiosities and interest in both you and Breakdown. Given his charm and good looks, his appearance wouldn't amount to your taste for thick bodied mechs no matter how tempting he may be. Sometimes you would tease him for your own selfish needs, but you wouldn't allow the relationship to move further then that, not like you've done for the blue mech in front of you. 

Breakdown's armour glistened with sweat from being worked up. You glanced down at his inner thighs that were coated with light prefluid from his aching spike. As much as you wanted to pin him to the ground and give him a nice test run, you were in need of a different form of pleasure.