Transformers Lemons 1

MTMTE Getaway X Human Female Reader

Warnings: short lemon, no mass displacement, not really any talking, possessive Getaway, yandere, bukkake spike play, Getaway uses you like a fleshlight for your birthday, cum shot, major size difference, bless your soul, he's thinking about tailgate and you.

The cold air hitting your face was almost beginning to get to you. Each breeze that went by felt like a chilly lash against your cheeks. The Lost Light wasn't really known for it's comfortable human conditions. The ventilation that flowed through the ship like an intruder made the temperature, on a good day, 50° max.

From looking at your body you wouldn't even be able to tell you were cold. Your cheeks had a red tint to them as did the more sensitive parts of your frame. Sweat danced upon the skin of your forehead and chest. You mouth breathed heavily as your body tried to release heat. Among those deep breaths, were a few moans and whimpers releasing from deep within the locked safe you called your body that you've kept to yourself since highschool.

Your face was now no longer a chilly tundra as the room began to feel like it was ascending up to 80°. You weren't sure if it also could have been from the friction of the literal heat emerging from the massive spike that was using you like it's personal fleshlight. It wasn't inside you of course, the thing was almost slightly taller than you. It would destroy you. Just because he couldn't fit inside you didn't mean the multicolored mech wasn't innovative.

Your clit would have been rubbed raw by now if it wasn't for your constant generous supply of natural lubrication. The sweat was making your grip around his spike slippery so you were more than happy to have his large servo wrapped around your back, doing all the work for you. You couldn't believe you ditched your own birthday party for this. Wait yes you can because this decision was already made for you. Weeks ago exact. You befriended the mech who's helm was now tilted and their optics were currently gleaming down at you with curiosity and this is what you ended up with.

If your information from watching anime was correct then this was a yandere at it's finest. At most you can count it's been about eight days of you being held inside Getaway's hab suite. After Tailgate denied him he'd practically lost his shit and locked himself in his habsuite for a few days. Some mechs on the ship joked about him finally offing himself but you knew better and got ballsy enough to check on him. And here you are now in your current situation. His tan visor reminded you a lot of Brainstorm's and it made you wonder if they were related.

However, many of them had visors like that so that thought was gone as quick as it came. Your eyes widened when the mechs grip on your back tightened and he maneuvered you against his spike in quicker strokes. He put his leg up on table beside him and slouched down into the chair as his vents got heavier. Due to the quicker pace you were being jerked all the way up to the tip of his spike and you could clearly see there was a slit there. Hopefully whatever ejaculated from it wasn't toxic to humans, but then again if you'd ask he'd probably lie to you anyway.

Getaway was definitely an odd mech. He was right servoed but clearly he masturbates with his left. His room was always neat and pristine however his berth always had the silicone material sheets strewn about in disarray. What hooked your attention to him was his incredibly gentle and benign voice. From first impressions he could have been the next prime. Then when no one was looking, he had private violent outbursts in his room that were a force to be reckoned with. These should have been red flags for you to stop talking to him, but unlike the French in the World Wars you didn't surrender.

Within an instant his spike must have put pressure upon the right area as he left you moaning loudly and lewdly as if you were a porn actress of sorts. He certainly enjoyed the thick glob of lubrication that secreted from your opening and onto his spike. He took advantage of this opportunity right away and his grip tightened even further. His helm dipped back a few times and you made the smart idea to shut your eyes and mouth immediatley.

He stopped using his servo to maneuver you and allowed his hip struts to buck wildly up at the first contact with your body and drive himself to a sweet release that was deprived of him by Tailgate. The slit that was centered on the tip of his spike widened and quick blue drips fell and what followed behind were several short bursts of blue fluid of a watery consistency. This blue solution compound had one of the most indescribable smells. It smelt human, but didn't.

You opened your eyes and your vision was hazed by a blue film of Getaway's product of ecstasy dripped from your brow. You immediately wiped the purge away only to see Getway with dim optics leering down at you. You immediatley clutched your stomach as all that shaking had the birthday cake still digesting within your stomach ready to resurface. You swallowed it before it even had a chance to make you gag as Getaway looked on in repulsion and arousal.

You didn't exactly go to DisneyLand for your birthday but this was certainly an experience to remember.

The End.

I stayed up an hour past my bed time to write this and I'm absolutely sure I've never been more disgusted and proud of myself at the same time.