Transformers LEMONS!! ??

"Type"

Tfp Breakdown x mech! Reader. So yeah... yeah. This is my first lemon in making for this book so Hi! I'm making reader chan a seeker cause why not

~TfFH~

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You watched the broad blue mech from across the room your optics studying everything. You swirled a digit in the cube of high grade set before you.

You supposed you had a "type" as some bots may call it. But large mechs just got your engines purring. You liked the danger of berthing with such large mechs. The possibly of being crushed below the was just so hot when in rang around in your processor.

Your wings fluttered as you watched him move your denta digging into your derma your optics dimming as you began to fantasize all of the possibilities of interface with the mech.

Soon enough you would strike.

Soon enough.

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And soon enough it came.

You ran your glossa happily over his jaw your digits greedily exploring his armor. There was no where else you would rather be then seated between Breakdown's thighs right here right now.

Your current berth mate was surprisingly submissive o your advances. You rumbled lapping down his neckcables.

"I must admit, breakdown~, " you drawled, "I never expected such a big mech as yourself would be so submissive.~"

He stammered for a moment, "I-I um... I've always been.. worried about harming my partners... in berth..."

You couldn't help but laugh wings perked, "Breakdown, my dear, that's half the fun.~"

The look that flashed across his flushed face plate was worth everything in the world and more. You purred and peppered kisses down his broad chassis. Your exploring servos found a greater treasure you could have imagined.

"Breakdown?~" you purred, "You have a valve?~"

His face flushed more and he looked away optic dim, "I-I.. um.. yeah."

"All the better~" you purred your talons rubbing the seams around the valve cover

He shuddered at the touch and glanced away. Awe~ we couldn't have that now could we~

"Breakie~" you called softly, "Breakdown look at me~ please~"

Slowly his optic, and optical sensor of course, trailed back to your face. You couldn't help the coy smirk that twitched over our derma.

"Trust me~" you purred leaning towards his facial plates, "I'm gonna treat you better than any one has ever~"

He shuddered and his array was much more desperate for use. You purred at the soaking plush valve. Teasingly you slipped two digits in to get rewarded with a nice hard clench.

You hummed and began to slowly pump your digits drawing as much lubricant as you could from the shivering blue mech. A bigger smirk twitched your derma when he began to whimper and buck into your touch.

You slipped your digits out despite his loud whine of complaint. You brought your digits up to your intake and swiped your glossa out over them. After you were satisfied with the whines and whimpers from the mech as you suckled your digits clean you forced his thighs farther apart.

You purred and released your own spike and pressed it against the soft mesh folds of his outer valve. He shuddered and bucked forward practically begging to be fragged through the berth.

You didn't leave him waiting long as you began to push inside. You allowed a moan to slip from your derma as his valve fluttered and clenched down around you as though demanding you to go deeper. You happily complied bottoming out his outer valve pressed against your pelvis.

Breakdown shuddered and shifted his stabilizers farther apart as you began you thrust. You watched his face twitch in pleasure his denta digging into his derma. You shivered at the sight wings trembling.

"Eurph~" you vented stroking a servo up his tense tanks

"Ah~ F-Frag..~" the mech trembled as your spike twitched hitting a sensitive node within his inner valves

You vented hard in pleasure cooling fans whirring below our armor as you watched steam forced from the vents on Breakdowns lovely robust frame. You managed to claim in derma in your own as your thrust began to grow faster as a few digits dipped down to rub around his valve.

You snaked your glossa in passed his derma and against his smooth denta. His servos clapped down around your slim hips bucking into your thrusts a whine leaving his throat pipes.

You could sense his overload before it actually hit. And when it hit, it hit hard.

His valve clamped down hard and it was almost impossible for you to move. His helm cranked back and his yelled his digits tightening over your waist. You cried out into his chassis your own fluids joining the excessive amount Breakdown's valve was pushing out around your spike.

You vented and looked up at the pleasure hazed mech when an idea struck you.

He needed to sit on your faceplates.

He was gonna sit on your faceplates.