Transformers Lemons 2

IDW! Kup x Femme Reader

Summary: short fic of some cockwarming with Kup.

"And what does he think he's yackin' about now?"

Kup scoffed loudly and changed the frequency on the hologram screen. Listening to Rodimus talk in circles to avoid the heat of his latest scandal wasn't at all what he considered entertainment.

"Miss the good ole days when the primes weren't soft little valves like this idiot."

The sound of his husky voice sent tingles down your backstrut. Kup acting and speaking to you normally while this was happening left you speechless and dazed.

Every time you tried to engage in a conversation with him you could feel a moan waiting to rise from the back of your vocal box. The mesh walls of your valve squeezed and gripped his depressurized spike for dear life.

"You alright there darlin'?"

The heat from his chassis pressing up against your backstrut was making your entire frame shudder. You didn't have to look back to know that the older mech had a smug look on his faceplate. You ignored his comment and leaned back further into his frame and you could feel dribbles of his transfluid begin to seep out of you.

You looked down and the sight of his transfluid covered spike hilted deep inside your valve made you whine and dig your sharp digits further into his frame. The mech seemed to like that and let out a deep chuckle. He leaned back into the lounging berth and watched you writhe with satisfaction.

"My spike's that fraggin' good huh? Still got ya wiggling like a little whore."

Kup took his servo off the hologram-screen controller panel and brought it down to let his digits toy with your anterior node. You threw your helm back onto his chassis while he rubbed rough deep circles around your sensitive bundle.

A long string of moans, curses, and pleas were followed by the clenching of your walls signaling another approaching overload.

"Come on, I know you can do it."

Your valve was already incredibly sensitive from the previous overloads the mech gave you and Kup coaxing your frame to do one more was just insanity. Feeling your backstrut beginning to arch from the pleasure you bit down on your lower derma.

With optics flickering, cooling fans whirring, and processors hazed, you felt a series of tight forceful clenches and spasms of your walls alerting you that you were experiencing another intense overload. Your thick clear fluid quelched from around his spike and Kup exhausted a groan of approval.

"See, I knew you could do it."