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“Could you cant your hips up a little further for me please?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, hold on. Fuck”.
Sandwiched between Thundercracker’s massive thighs, you lay in his lap, naked and panting. He’s slowly and painstakingly, albeit gently, scissoring you open with his stupidly large and rectangular fingers, two wedged inside of you already.
Squirming in his lap, he rests a vibrating mod attached to another frustratingly large finger right over your clit on its lowest setting, attempting to relieve some of the discomfort of the stretch.
Unfortunately, Thundercracker has already displaced to the smallest size he can possibly go. Entirely due to his massive size class as a warframe seeker, he now stands at the mere height of a slightly smaller than average Cybertronian.
However, that means he is still roughly 10 feet tall. Which also means every part of his body, while wildly attractive, is still irritatingly, proportionally massive.
He stares down at you inquisitively, gauging your reaction. Its already taken half a bottle of lube and half an hour to get this far, and despite your determination, you’re still hissing through your teeth. It’s starting to get frustrating.
“We don’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to. I like to hear and watch you as is, sweetspark”, Thundercracker rumbles. He just… stares at you. Still moving his fingers, slowly. Anticipating.
You flush warmly, squirming in his hold, remembering the deeply intimate and vulnerable position you’re sharing with him right now. Thundercracker, while nervous and coy at times, is often bold and unassuming. Whether it’s the language or culture barrier, his bluntness is greatly appreciated nonetheless.
It isn’t really necessary to have him inside of you, but you just really want to. For the both of you. It’s a goal you’ve been slowly, very slowly, working on for months together, and if you can’t achieve it today…
Well, you’d rather spend quality time with him during your time off work anyways.
You swallow, “Maybe… Could you eat me out actually, baby?”
“Oh yes, please!”, he grins, and you huff a laugh, “I’ve been waiting for you to say it!”
Thundercracker has always been more of a giver. Especially with his little human charge, who is so determined to accommodate for his size.
"Let me service you. Relax", feeling yourself melt at his words, he hefts you closer to his face, gently kissing your soft stomach.
His hand leaves your clit to feel over your breasts in one slow swoop. Feeling you throb around him, he chuffs. Slowly, he retracts his fingers from you, and massages you, assuming you’re still a little sore.
“Your array is just so pretty”, Thundercracker quietly coos at you as he pulls you closer to his face, dumping hot air onto you from his facial vents. He pulls you apart to simply admire you for a moment, gently caressing and gliding his thumb through you.
“Pretty n’ pink”. He coos again, watching as you contract at his words. His fans audibly kick up a notch.
You feel your face grow hot, smiling nervously under his appreciating gaze. He’s giving you a moment to breathe after one of your regular “spike training sessions”, as he’s so creatively dubbed them. Praising and staring at you in a way he so often does.
He makes you feel vulnerable and wanted in ways you haven’t before. A swirling combination of feelings you get with him quite a bit.
You wonder if it’s yet another Cybertronian quirk, or if it’s just him.
“And you always smell so good”, Thundercracker kisses down your stomach to just above your clit, pressing his faceplate into you and his vents heave.
“Like sweet energon crystals?”
“Just like sweet energon crystals!”
You laugh and his hands flank the sides of your body. He murmurs the same lines almost verbatim every time he has the chance to service you. Positioning you right over his mouth, he groans into you as you lower yourself onto him.
“Tastes like… stardust too”, wheezing in between wet smooches. Your hands caress the sides of the vents on his head, legs tensing involuntarily around him.
“And with the cutest little node”, you gasp in his hold as he finds your clit and gives it a suck, “I just can’t ever get enough of you!”
“Fuck, baby”
He grins into you as your warbles fill him with glee. A welcome change of pace.
Though very sweet and thoughtful, it has never been quite as enjoyable to watch you bite back pained yips for hours at a time, musing as his glossa finds your little organic valve that he’d so diligently taken the time to stretch. With patience and carefulness, he knows your resolve only lasts so long before you give in to him.
He also has enough experience, though limited, to know how to prepare smaller frames for his build. Little organics however were a different beast to tame. While even two fingers may have been a bit too much for you, you’ve now been stretched perfectly to the size of his glossa. His metal is warm and prehensile, properties unlike any Earthen material you know, finding your g-spot with practiced ease.
Thundercracker takes care of you.
You hear mechanical whirring, panels and plating clicking into seams. He shifts, still holding you to his face. A draft hits your back as his other hand leaves you.
Twinkling biolights illuminate the low-lit expanse of your shared berth. Casting a glance to your side, you catch him slowly fisting himself. Below you, his eyes narrow into slits and he purrs around you, the vibration reverberating itself warmly all throughout your lower body.
Thundercracker’s telltale for how worked up he is happens to when his engine purrs into his voice-box just like this, and you buck involuntarily into his face. It works wonders on you; it’s like sitting on a washing machine, removing the awkwardness of straddling an appliance.
“So good, TC. Please, please more”.
With you twitching and gasping, his turbines whirr below you. His thumb finds your clit, and you jump up into it as he turns on again yet another vibrating mod.
“Oh my god, yes!”, squealing immediately, Thundercracker zeroes in on you, refusing to relent despite your continued movement.
He’s gotten to know you well enough to understand that as you near your peak, though involuntary, you wriggle around so much that it makes it harder for him to get you to finish. You feel his other hand returning to steady you, keeping you firmly in place. Your once gentle hands now grip the sides of his head, nails digging into any hitches and grooves in his facial guards they can find. He shudders below you.
Shaking and tensing, Thundercracker moans into you as you reach your peak, right on his faceplate. Trembling, he caresses the small of your back, coaxing you down from your high. In the fuzziness of your refractory period, you vaguely register him continuing to pump his spike, bucking desperately into his curled fist.
You have the perfect, unobstructed view of a lifetime as Thundercracker squeezes his optics shut and whines. He's murmuring a garbled, incomprehensible mix of Seeker Vosian and broken English into your hair. Hazy and still frazzled, you smile sheepishly, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the underside of his chin until he finds his own apex.
Jerking underneath you, he groans deliciously into your ear. Static charge skitters across your skin. You feel stray droplets of transfluid hitting your leg, your hips undulating incessantly on his cockpit. Sure to leave a smudge. Or two.
Hazily murmuring, you caress him as he returns from his high, fans slowing to their standard rpm, the purr of his engine cycling down.
He melts underneath you, sliding down the berth frame until he lays flat, cradling your body closely to his chest.
With a smooch to his cheek, you whisper, “I love you, TC. I’m ready to try again when you are”.
His fans and turbines wildly chortle on again.