Prowl x Femme reader
This takes place on Cybertron, at a bar, drinking high grade. Anything involving high grade never ends well, but this is an exception. A sour exception. Oh, and I'm gonna mention two of my OC's in this. And hopefully you know what Prowl looks like, if not, google it. That's why it's there.
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You woke up in the arms of a mech, whom you did not know. You helm hurts so much. You turned around to see Prowl, your long time friend and coworker. The first thing that you noticed was the throbbing between your stabilizers. You have no idea what happened last night, you remember your friend convincing you to go to the bar with her, having a few drinks, then nothing. You take a minute to collect your thoughts and it all started to come back to you.
Flashback:
Your friend, Drifter had manged to get you to go to one of the 'hot spots'. Whatever that means. She says some very weird things, she has the right too, becoming a knight is not an easy thing to do. Anyways, you were watching her talk with her best friend, X Caliber, he was quite handsome. He has baby blue matte paint with gray and dark blue accents. Back to the story. You sat down, sipping at your high grade, when a certain mech caught your attention. You can't disagree that Prowl is a good looking mech, and you have no idea how to tell him. And hopefully it would never get to that point. You were completely happy not being with him, and you always get those dreams every now and then. You hadn't realized that you had been staring at him until his optics locked with your luminescent (O/C). He got up and started towards you, leaving his friends confused, that is until they spotted you, then they just smiled. When Prowl reached you he the first thing he said was, "Why have you been ignoring me?" And with that, even with the effects of the high grade, you managed to spin on your heel and attempt to walk out of the bar. Instead of letting you walk out, Prowl caught you by the wrist and spun you around to were the whole fronts of your bodies were touching. You spotted Drifter, no longer speaking with X Caliber, but now looking at you while Wheeljack had his arm around her waist. He has the reputation for being a spark-breaker. She gave you the 'look' the look that means, 'when your late for work in the morning, or you can't walk in a straight line, it's his fault'. You chuckled, making Prowl look over at Drifter, but she was gone, winnowed away. He looked back at you, optics clouded with lust. Even in your current state of being intoxicated, you knew that interfacing with a commanding officer was against the rules. You really want to, but it did sound fun. "Well, I've been busy with work, you know."
"Yes, I do know, I know that you have had very few cases in the last few cycles, so that must mean that you are purposefully ignoring me. Now why is that Y/N?"
You didn't have an answer, except to back away from him looking down, blushing madly, but he got the gist. He gently gripped your chin, making you look at him in the optics. When you did, you didn't see what you expected, disgust, anger, maybe? No, what you saw was need and lust. The latter being the most surprising. Before you could overthink anything, you leaned up on your pede tips, and pressed your derma to his. Prowl leaned into the kiss, making you moan, but he suddenly pulled away, making you whine. "We should head to one of our housing complexes, preferably yours, mine is a disaster." "So, your inviting me to interface with you? This is a first for me, I'm usually the one to make the first move." You said, smiling evilly. He returned that look, and you had to admit that it turned you on.
When you got to your place, the first thing that he did was, smash his derma onto yours and pin you to the wall. You let out a surprised yelp, which gave him access to your intake, slipping his glossa in. Your glossa's twined together in a fight for dominance, him winning in the end. His servo's gently traced the seems in your armor, while you did the same with him. He grabbed your stabilizers and wrapped them around his waist. He pushed you against the wall so that it could support your weight. Prowls mouth left yours and trailed down to your neck cables making you moan. Without warning your interface panels snapped back, revealing your soaking valve, making Prowl hum in approval as he ran a digit over your outer node before slipping the digit into your core.
"P-prowl please," "Please, what? What is it that you want?" "F-frag me." He started to scissor your insides, making you moan. "Prowl please. I need you. Now." And with that he removed his digits from your port and licking them clean, tasting you. Then making sure that you were securely on his hips, and carried you to your berthroom where he gently set you down on your back while his interface panel snaps back to reveal his fully erect spike. You tensed up upon seeing his spike, not thinking that it would be able to fit inside your valve. "Are sure that thing is gonna fit?" You knew that he would be big, but, that was the understatement of the century. He was probably the biggest you have ever seen. "It will fit Y/N, I promise, might hurt a little though." "I'm okay with a little pain." He slipped his digits back in to continue to stretch you for his spike, and he started to scissor you again. "A-ahh, Prowl, please, enough with the teasing. just frag me already!" You overloaded onto Prowls servo, making you scream the last part. He grinned, pinning your arms above your helm and spreading your stabilizers with his knees. You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed valve. Prowl gently pushed in, making you whimper, even with the extra stretching he did, it was still a tight fit. Once he pushed all the way in, he gave you a few minutes to adjust to his size. It took you a while, but once the pain subsided, you whined, bucking your hips against his. "What is it that you want Y/N? Or should I say need?" "I-I need you P-prowl. P-please." He smirked at you before he started thrusting in at a achingly slow pace. "Prowl, f-faster." He completely stopped moving in you. "Now Y/N, what do you say?" "Please Prowl, I need you. I need you now. Please." "That's better." And with that he pulled all the way out, then slammed himself into you at full force. You screamed at the pleasure this action brought to you. He continued this brutal pace until he had you at the brink of overload, and when he did, he pulled out. You whined at the lose of friction. The tip of his spike gently prodded your derma. You slipped your glossa over the small slit, causing him to cry out. You took his sizable spike into your intake, running your glossa along the underside, earning you a low groan in response. Soon you had him over loading into you intake, he looked at you saying, "Don't let a drop go to waste." you did as told. You gave him a pleading look and said, "Please Prowl, just one overload? I need at least one?" He sighed dramatically, and lowered his helm in between your legs. You hissed as his glossa slipped in, twisting and sliding over sensory nodes making you moan. Once again, when you were close to overloading, he slipped his glossa out, making you growl at him. But luckily he slammed his spike in, making your growls of annoyance change to screams of pleasure. Soon he had you overloading, lubricant gushing out over his spike. He kept going until you were being filled with his transfluid. He pulled out and collapsed next to you. You rolled over so that you were no longer facing him and got comfortable. That is until he said, "Oh, we're not done here sweetspark."
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Word count: 1431
This took way longer than it should have. Lemons take at least two hours to write one, and this took about four days. So, I'll be updating soon. AND PLEASE READ MY OTHER STORIES!!!!!
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