Transformers Lemons 1

G1 Style Universe! Skywarp x Human! Female Reader

Warnings: fingering, skywarp is his own warning, really short lemon, vulgar language, decepticon on human pet situation, and kinky.

You tugged at the silicone leash that resided around your neck and huffed. It would be another hour before any of the Trinemates returned to the habsuite to greet you on that evening. This was the second day in the row where you woke up alone and severley lacking in any form of excitement. The Trinemate Thundercracker left you a small datapad to read books from but none of them were in English.

You heard eager fingertips entering the passcode on the habsuite's door manual lock. Someone's home early. The door slowly opened to reveal a tall grinning purple seeker.

"Just stopping by to see my favorite pet."

"I'm your only pet..."

"Yeah..anyway, did you know Starscream absolutley hates the color pink?! I found a fourty-five pound bucket of it and decided to dump it on him."

You gave the seeker a confused look wondering just what exactly was wrong with him.

"Well, now I'm here. Hiding."

He giggled the last part and sat himself down on one of the oversized silicone couches.

"Don't worry, I know you're glad to see my beautifully handsome faceplate, everyone always is."

You turned over on the floor you were sitting on and laid down, more than happy to take a nap than to hear the bantering of Skywarp's ego.

"Come on Pet, don't be rude. Just pretend I'm your friend Thundercracker."

He picked you up by the shirt you were wearing and almost dropped you but he caught the end of the leash in his servo, basically hanging you.

"Fuck...That was close."

He noticed you dangling limply from the leash and grabbed you and shook you. When you regained oxygen you coughed enough for him to drop you down on the large couch.

"Please don't get your dirty fleshbag fluids on me... at least not those fluids.."

You looked up and noticed that grin was back.

"Why don't we pass some time"

Before you could ask how one of his large digits was making it's way into your shorts.

"I've always wanted to try this... Ah, so MotorMaster was telling the truth. No wonder he cotniously patrols earth's suburbs..."

Skywarp's optics analyzed your now exposed goods. The shorts you once had on were almost halfway across the room at this point.

"I totally get it now. He doesn't patrol for autobots he's patroling for mini whores like you."

One of his digits found it's way to the bundle of nerves between your folds.

"Look at you squirm!"

He cackled before sending a digit on his other servo to the entrance of your slick heat.

"Hey you should enjoy this! Do you know how many femmes would love to be in your spot? I'll tell you how many, I can't count them all with all of the digits on both my servos!"

Skywarp's voice reminded you a lot of a man from boston with a heavy regional  accent. The way he pronounced certain words reminded you of actors from heavy eastern themed movies talking. He was the most human sounding of the Trinemates. And due to that all you could do was beleieve him, you've been living with the three of them long enough to know women from their species practically throw themselves at them.

Skywarp also somewhat had a human kind of build. You could clearly see the well defined parts of frame that may resemble hefty mucles and other attractive features on a human male along with a more defined jaw line that both he and Starscream had.

To be honest Skywarp knew how to use his hands. He was massaging your clit and moving one of his digits in a come hither motion inside of you. You were somewhat close and he knew that which was why he stopped. You wondered if he would use mass displacement and make himself more useful to you to finish you off but instead he stood up and showed his digits to you in a childish manner. The look of enjoyment was clear on his faceplate as he was happy he made a mess with his digits.

He touched all the digits on one of his servos, together and they made slicking noise and stuck together. You noticed his unoccupied servo reaching for his codpiece a when both of you heard sharp digits angrily tapping away on the habsuite's door manual lock passcode slot.

"Shit."