Transformers Lemons 1

Mini Series! Mtmte Tarn X Cybertronian Femme Reader

Warnings: Since I already did a not at all fluffy tarn lemon before, this one will be fluffy in a messed up kind of way, oral sex, consensual sex, size difference, kind of gorey, wearing of visor on the reader and throat stimulation on his end.

Summary: The reader expresses techniques of calming down tarn when he isn't in his best of moods.

Your sharp digit tips roamed slowly up his neck cabling. He very much appreciated the touching at a moment like this. He had been dealing with an ill-behaving group called the scavengers. He's told you that they've broke so many rules. It was infuriating to him.

You could tell how upset he was through how tense his tank treads were, usually you could slide them up and down but that currently wasn't the case right now, they were as stiff as a corpse going through rigor mortis. They were also rougher than usual. Usually his treads were smooth to the touch.

"Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter right now."

You hummed as your digits continued to scale his thick neck cabling in an area his voice modification would be. You could feel a lump and it was obvious that his voice modifier was tense also.

You moved your servos from his neck cabling to his visor. Gently you ease your digits through the entry inputs and lifted it up after you heard a click.

"...You know you'll get to torture them...just relax."

You slowly put on his visor and you could feel his spike twitch against your thigh, he it enjoyed when you did that.

He shifted his weight on the large berth and moved downward to your hips. Willingly you spread your legs to allow him to do just what he wanted to do. While his glossa lapped at your heating and aching port you traced your digits over the indents and scars on his face plate. Tracing one so deep that he scraped one of his fanged denta against your wet folds as a erie warning.

"Careful."

He warned you. You noticed that due to your deep tracing of the scar it became a slightly open wound. Drips of internal fluid seeped slowly down his faceplate. He resumed to allowing his glossa to invade your port while smears of his internal fluid began finding their way to smudge on your core. You moaned quietly when you felt his glossa probe a sensitive area.

Any other moans from you were quietly muffled by a mesh pillow. He hated loud moaning. He'd even get upset with himself for grunting all too loudly.

When he extracted his glossa you could see several coatings of lubricant glazed on it from him curiously exploring your port. The feeling of emptiness was a standard feeling whenever he pulled anything out of you. There were specs of internal fluid glazed on his glossa from the assault from earlier and all of the stretching tactics he made in order to compose you to withstand further activities. He took his glossa back into his mouth, lowly humming at the after taste of a femme's lubricant.

His spike was firm and tended to curve once in your grasp. His member was fairly heavy and tended to weigh your servo down whenever you held it. You took offhis visor and attached it back onto where it belonged proudly on his faceplate before moving downward and taking his spike into your mouth. He didn't really care too much for any sodomy on his part unless you were in trouble but it was still a nice gesture when he was quite upset.

While his spike twitched in your mouth you moved your servos up and down the ridged shaft, cautiously stroking his member. You were being careful not to have your clawed digits nip his spike and cause him to be in an even worse mood.

"That's enough."

You pulled the swelling shaft out of your mouth before raising an optic ridge.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

You immediately let go of his spike to prevent further confrontation with him. After you let go he lifted you up and set you down on the berth onto your knee plates and your servos. You buried your faceplate into the berth when the tip of his incredibly warm spike came in contact with the entrance to your port.

In situations like this, size difference did matter. The fact that his frame was much larger than yours coordinated how difficult this scenario would be. It wasn't too difficult but it hurt certainly more than a pinch during any moment of penetration with him.

This time, unlike the rest, your port gladly accepted his large spike without any resistance. Maybe it was the fact that calming him down actually calmed you down too, it also made you less tense and easier to maneuver underneath him. When he started to drive his spike even further inward your servos gripped on to the edge of the berth. You could tell he was going to be teasing you. He was doing this incredibly slow.

The entrance and exit of his spike inside your port was an agonizing tease. The slowness of it did not suit your needs at all. Instead of moaning you were whimpering because he was definitely teasing you. It was never good when he got into a teasing mood. He could surely tease for hours before finally returning to the furious thrusting that was followed by his overload.

Your walls burned around him burned with need as the forbidden teasing continued and only escalated to him wanting to blood-let your arm over the edge of the berth. He made the deep incision and watched you internal fluid leak out and onto the floor.

The act made you nauseous and hazy.

Before returning to the actual interface he lifted up his visor and took in the section of your arm that was wounded. After a few minutes of using his oral fluid to subdue the bleeding, the internal fluid began to form a hardeded patch of excess over the incision that blocked any further leaking.

"You're so good to me."

He groaned quietly before turning you over onto your back and beginning the actual act of interface with you. He was out of his teasing phase so the thrusting was a moderately pleasing pace.

That pace only increased when he began chasing after his own pleasure. A string of clear oral fluid was visible from underneath the lifted visor, he was drooling. Your servo covered your mouth to prevent any excessively loud noises. Before he finished he leaned over he made an excessively hard bite on your left audio receptor to most likely stop him from moaning. 

He rode through his overload and continued to nibble harshly on your fragile audio receptor. You forgot that he went through a teething phase usually after or slightly before finishing. He could nibble and bite on you for hours upon hours until his fanged denta stoped being sore.

When he pulled out his now limp spike he moved from your audio receptor to your neck cabling and continued to teethe. You just remained there laying still, as it was obvious he had no intentions of letting you get up just yet.

While he was nibbling you ran your digits over his tank treads once again and the felt as though they were still incredibly tense. Now it was obvious he was not officially done to you.

The same sex acts would keep happening and you would be forced to say the same consoling comments over and over until he calmed down.

The End.

There will hopefully be more on the way.

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