🍌🍋Transformer Lemons🍋🍌(Hiatus)

Drift x Femme Reader

   Drift headed back towards his and his sparkmates shared berthroom, the tension of the argument just before lingered across his mind. Magnus had been going over his records for when he was Deadlock back in the old days, which angered him when he would draw out certain crimes and criticize him about his decision of being an Autobot.

   Drift growled remembering the whole conversation while putting the pin into the padlock to his berthroom, feeling anger built up into his frame. The door slid open to a dark room, surprising him usually his lovely sparkmate would greet him once he would get back. "(Y/N) are you here?"He called out to his sparkmate walking into the room turning the lights on, to be greeted with his sparkmate on the living unit floor with her paints and canvas spread around her. She turned around to him and turned back to the canvas she was going to paint on," Sorry Dead, I was focused on what I should paint."She said using his real name while biting her fangs into her derma, and yes she has fangs, sweet innocent (Y/N) was a former Decepticon along with Drift.

  Both were inseparable during the entire time the war was going on, once they turned into Autobots they both found things to keep them at peace with the Decepticons, Drift with meditation and (Y/N) with painting. Now back to the two.

   Drift walked up and sat behind her wrapping arms around her waist, "You seem irritated."She said looking back at him, from the clear paint she opened. "Magnus just chewing at my tailpipe again about my crimes before I became an Autobot." He said laying his helm on her shoulder plating watching what she was doing. She groaned and turned her helm kissing his faceplate, "He doesn't know how loving you actually are. You wouldn't even hurt anyone, meditation has worked for you a lot your mood has been better than before." She said nuzzling his neck cables.

   He smiled pulling her close, "Now what were you doing the paint doesn't have any color." He said looking down at the canister of clear liquid, she smiled."Well, you have to turn off the lights to know what it is."She said looking back down at it, as he grabbed the remote beside her he hit the lights off button and looked back down at her seeing small spots on her servo and the canister glowed white, she giggled and watched closely as his optics widen and looked down at it amazed. "What is this stuff?" He asked looking closely at it.

   She smiled, "It called Glow in the Dark paint, Magnus got a couple of cans for me."She said turning to look at him. Drift optics darken at Ultra Magnus name, his anger resurfacing at the moment before he took a deep breath in and out calming himself. She smiled at him, "I also got other colors too."She said moving to turn around to face him, "So what do you paint on with this?"He asked. She grinned, "You can paint anything with this." Drift looked down at her as small dark and dirty thoughts rushed through his processor.

   He grinned wolfishly and grabbed the canister holding the paint and looked at her. "Armor off now and turn around."He commanded which make (Y/N) look up at him with wide optics, she didn't think he would say that at all after that one comment, but she obeyed know how he could get if his commands weren't obeyed. She turned around and slowly took off her armor, teasing her sparkmate with her bare protoform's shoulder.

  He grabbed one of her brushes for painting and dipped it into the canister and started to drip the paint down her protoforms back struts, he started painting over her shoulder blades and down her back stopping once in a while to add a different color to the painting on her protoform. She moans softly feeling the cold paint against her bare back struts, her moans just spike up the heat in Drift core as he keeps painting the picture. He puts the last finishing touches on her back struts and moves her to her side starting to paint swirls around her faceplate, her neck cables, down between her breast and onto her tanks.

She moaned pulling the cables that make up her hair up and tying them into a messy bun letting a few cables fall aimlessly down around her faceplate. Drift heat spiked up more as he painted more designs around more sensitive parts of her protoform, he grinned as he pulled away from her looking at her protoform admiring his work.

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  She looked over at him and giggled leaning into him, he chuckled having the paint covering his servos as he wrapped his arms around her waist putting his servo onto her hips leaving his servo prints there and slowly trails his servo up leaving more servo print up her tanks and onto her breast roughly grabbing them making her squeal in delight pulling her servos and arms backlinking them around his neck cables. He chuckled fondling with them, drawing small moans and squeals from her intake. He roughly grabbed her and stood up which her in his arms as he stepped over her paint materials and walked to the small couch sitting down, he dropped her onto the ground as he started to take off his armor and opened his plating reveling his spike, glistening with pre-fluid.

He grinned down at her, guiding her helm between his thighs (Primus the thighs.😍)"Suck." He demanded looking down at her. She drew her glossa out licking the underside of his spike soon taking the tip into her intake, he watched her engulfed his spike into her intake, marveling at the art along her faceplate. He growled getting close to his overload, he pulled her away roughly as he overloaded onto her faceplate. "Stand up and turn around."He commanded as she did so showing him the painting he drew, he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap getting a small yelp from his sparkmate.

   She moaned as he lifted her by her hips up and invaded his spike into her valve, getting a loud moan from her intake. He groaned feeling her valve clench around his spike as he gripped her hips and started to lift her up and slam her back down, now Drift was a huge mech in that area. He could split her open at any second if he wanted to and the thrill of that made him pull her down harder and faster,(And he when to town on her--- Uhh Sorry)she started screaming his name gripping the couch in between his legs.

He when harder and faster, soon she overloaded around his spike as he gave a few more thrust before he soon overloaded, he picked her up and walked to there berth laying her down and covering her up in the sheets and blanket not caring about the paint that has probably dried as the servo prints on her thigh showed how hard her dug his digits into her as both energon and paint mixed. He crawled up beside her and pulled her close kissing her helm softly while falling into recharge.

In the morning he awoke and looked on her for anything and found out he demolished her valve completely, there were dents around it, it was swelled and bruised. Let's say (Y/N) wasn't walking or moving her legs any time soon, but drift still loved his painting at night.