Transformers Oneshots & Lemons [Requests Open]

?| TFP!Smokescreen x Femme!Reader

"No, you can't do un-dares." Bulkhead nods.

"Fiiiiine. Then I dare you to be entirely silent and a good patient next time I have to work with you."

Arcee groans, but knows it could have been worse. "Okay. . ."

"The round is over, so I can get off of Smokescreen right?" Y/D asks.

"Only if ya wanna." Wheeljack smirks as he spins the tool and it lands on me. I groan.

"Truth or dare Y/D?"

". . . Dare. . ."

"Great! Now. . ." He gets up and whispers in my audio receptors. My cheeks flush and I glance at my crush, who tries to act nonchalant about all this.

I inch over to Smokescreen.

"Just do it Y/D!" Wheeljack hisses in anticipation.

I lean over and pull him in closely, before giving him a long kiss. I can feel his shock, but he kisses back as I run my servos down his back. It's not long before I hear a beep and I pull away.

"It was timed!?" Smokescreen asks in surprise.

"Looks like you two could've used more time too. . ." Arcee teases.

We blush and look away.

It's Arcee's turn, so she spins and it lands on Smokescreen, who groans, but is still too adventurous and of course chooses dare.

"Give Y/D a lap dance."

"WhatーNo! I-I choose truth!"

"If you try getting out of it you have to do a double dare, right Bulk?"

"I-I don't know. . ."

"You're making things up now!"

"You don't know that. . . Now give her a lap dance!"

Smokescreen huffs indignantly and pulls me (a bit forcefully) onto his lap and proceeds to give me a lap dance. Presently, there's some cheers and jabs, and Smokescreen can't take it anymore.

"That's enough!" He snaps, and my optics go wide. Grabbing me in his arms, he starts marching off. "Smokey, what are you doing!?"

"I'm done with this game," he seethes. "But, I'm not done with you. . ." My spark beats a million miles per second as he marches straight into his berthroom, slamming the door shut.

"Now the games really begin. . ." His optics glow with pleasure.

"I-I'm sorry Smokes. . ."

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault, my precious relic," he whispers, drawing close to me as my back hit the wall. He caresses my faceplates, and aligns his body against mine. His dermas press on mine forcefully, and he bites my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I deny it, which causes him to growl. He reaches down and squeezes my aft, causing my to squeak. He takes advantage at my fright, shooting his glossa into my mouth, exploring my caverns. I moan softly, shutting my optics. Our glossas fight for dominance, but a hungry young mech wins, his force too great. He kisses me roughly before moving down to leave marks on my cables. I grunt softly as he does so. He bites down hard, and I feel a bit of energon leak out, which he licks up. I whimper softly, and he leads me to his berth.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," he whispers in delight. His face contorts to a snarl. "All of that teasing, with the kisses and lap dancing. . . I'm done." This sends a shiver up my spine, and my spark pounds. "I-I. . ."

"With your permission, of course?" He uses a digit to lift my helm up so our optics meet.

I hesitate, but nod slowly. "I-I've wanted this for a long time too. . . But. . ."