Transformers Lemons 1

MTMTE! Drift x Cybertronian! Femme Reader

Warnings: Dom/Sub, Drift has a praising kink, somewhat short, oral sex on the reader and Drift and the reader are together.

Both mechs and femmes hurried past you and Drift on their way to the public observation deck. Tonight was a Lenoid Meteor Shower and those were usually the best and safest ones to watch up close. Due to such a convient event, all passengers hurried to the Deck to watch it take place for the fifteen minutes it occurred for.

You walked at least five steps behind Drift to give him the space he deserved. It wasn't like he asked for it, it was just something you felt he warranted among many other things.

"Are we still going?"

"Not likely."

You tilted your helm at him but didn't question it. You only asked because he mentioned going there to you yesterday. Instead of heading down the next corridor to the obeservation deck, you and Drift made a right down the next hall to your shared quarters.

He removed his keycard from his subspace and entered it into the door.
You waited until he motioned for you to step inside. You felt your frame shiver as you entered the room. For some reason your quarters were always colder than the rest of the Lost Light.
You wondered if it had anything to do with your beloved being an ex-con as it would be the melodramatic way of his crewmates to make his room the coldest room on the ship.

"I didn't feel like going because I felt an inclination to reward you for your decency this week."

You knew what he meant by that and you weren't shocked at all due to everything that occurred this week. There was an incident with Chromedome and Rewind that made a lot of people go see the Meteor Shower tonight to their mind off of it. Ever since the incident Drift has been clingy around you all week. Such as not letting you leave the room without his supervision.

"I don't deserve you..."

You kneeled down and took his servo into your own. You lifted his clawed servo up to your faceplate and kissed it.
Drift was always a fanatic of praise, even if he was rewarding you, there were still expectations.

You watched as his small fangs on both sides of his upper row of dentas flashed as he beamed in appoval of your behavior.

"Always such a charmer."

You were allowed to stand up and then you were led into your shared Berthroom. From there you were picked up laid down gently on the Berth constructed of dense mesh material.

"I love you."

"And I love you as well."

Drift wasted no time in using his sharp digits to pry off your codpiece. It was removed with a swift click and tossed to the side. You allowed him to reposition your legs over his shoulder gyroscopes.
His warm vents on your exposed valve began to arouse you even further. You whimpered slightly when a slither of lubricant fell from between your folds.

It didn't take long for a smooth slick glossa to begin showing affection for the bundle of nerves that was put on display for Drift.

"Drift..."

He retracted his glossa, never losing his optic contact with you.

"Tell me how you feel?"

"...I feel lucky. So incredibly lucky."

When he returned to the lewd process he made sure he utilitized the rest of his mouth as well. Along with the copious delicate licks on your external node you could faintly feel the presence of his fanged denta every once in a while lightly nipping the sensitive silicone material. The pleasure was almost too much for you to be uncomfortable with the fact Drift had to spread your folds apart with his sharp digits to have access to everything in between.

"I belong to you.."

"You certainly do."

He released his right servo from pushing one side of your folds away while he spread out and used his left servo to take the place of the it and push that side away again. With his free servo he allowed you to take it into your own and kiss it again. You even went as far as to suck on his pointer digit.

Your moans were practically muffled by his digit while Drift's glossa work seemed to pick up. You bit down on his digit when his glossa actually slipped into the entrance of your valve. You immediately looked to see if he had gotten annoyed with what you had done but the bite didn't seem to phase him and he continued devouring your valve.

The moist noises were becoming audible as you could feel yourself nearing.

"...I need you."

You could see the string of lubricant still attached to his mouth when he pulled away from your valve. His chin and cheek frames were glossy from the intoxicating mix of saliva fluid and lubricant.

"You always will."

With that he found his way back to your external node again and made sure he used firmer force to pull you over the edge. The minute your valve constricted and began pumping fluid he slipped his gloss back inside so he could feel your contractions on his glossa. Along with that he tasted a new mixture of fluid and made sure to caress you and hum in approval of the taste.

Due to the overstimulation you felt some interal wires around your tank tangle uncomfortably.

"Can't handle anymore? Want me to cease?"

You nodded your helm in a desperate manner.

"What's the special word?"

"Please."

He grabbed your codpiece and shifted back into the spot it belonged.

His optics met yours with a serious look. You noticed he hadn't yet moved from that spot.

"Promise me you won't pull a Rewind. Promise me you won't get yourself killed."

Your servo grasped his helm with caution and and it embraced his faceplate with gentle touches.

"I promise."

The End.