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starliights-shining · 2 years

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Heey, I've already read some of ur stories and wowzers..its amazing!!

Could I request a armada or Cybertron red alert? If u do NSFW can u? But its okay if ur rules are not allowed for NSFW! ":)

a possessive medic isn't bad and so,, but take ur time with it please! Don't rush and make sure to take care of urself! :)

Hello, Thank you for enjoying my stories! I hope you're having a wonderful day, and taking care of yourself as well. I’m not sure if you wanted the reader to be cybertronian or human, so for this the reader will be human, but if you’d like i can redo it with a cybertronian reader. Once again this can be read for any Red Alert.

Pairing: Red Alert x Female!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Female reader,

You spent most of your time with Red Alert, whether it being with him in the med bay, or with him in your private quarters. So realistically there is no need for Red Alert to be so possessive over you. Until today, you spent a little too much time laughing and joking with Hot Shot, He leaned against the table you sat at. He looked around before he spoke to you.

“We can get outta here and I can show you how fast I really am.”

He spoke in a low tone, almost like he didn’t want anyone to hear, but as much as you loved hanging out with Hot Shot, you had to go find the medic.

“No thank you Hot Shot. I think it’s time I finally hit the hay.”

You were trying to be nice, you liked Hot Shot but he was more of a friend then he is a lover, and as many times he hit on you and you’ve declined you’d think he’d get it. You walked towards the last known location of Red Alert, the med bay. The simple swooshing of the door opening, you stepped in looking around. Looking for the striking blue helm of the bot, but with your luck he was not in the med bay. Maybe he’s in the control room, might be talking with Optimus about some fancy new technology that only himself would know how to work.

You wandered the halls of the autobot base, taking the long way to the control room. Empty halls with random rooms, and dust collecting in corners you didn’t even know existed. You figured you’d run into some bot in one of these back halls, but it felt like hours of walking before you finally found a turn. Taking the turn in hopes of getting back on track, but you were suddenly pulled into a room. The lights off, and god knows who pulled you in there. The silence between the two of you was deafening, and the sound of your own heartbeat was getting loud as it picked up in pace. What if it wasn’t a bot, what if Starscream got in, no no no he would have spoken by now. A servo reaches for your waist from behind, and the familiar presence behind you. He was pulling you into him, your back pulled against his front. You relaxed, leaning into him. He leaned down, placing his helm on your shoulder, His chin propping his head up as it rested against the side of your head. You heard him intake, slowly before speaking.

“How was your day?”

The question was simple, but it felt ominous, like there was another meaning. His grip tightened when you took longer to respond.

“It was a day, I just spent it minding my business.”

He hummed in response, he moved to give your neck a kiss. Tightening his grip on your waist once more and pulling you back harsher.

“Is that all Sweetspark?”

“Yeah,”

You paused, you didn’t want to bring up Hot Shot or the fact he was flirting with you, but with the way he's acting, you’d guess he already knows.

“Nothing about Hot Shot.”

His kisses were going from your neck to your shoulder and then back up, he paused his actions. The simple kisses stopped as he felt your body figure out how to respond.

“No nothing at all.”

You lied, at this point you figured he already knew what happened with Hot Shot, he just wanted to see if he could get it out of you. He placed one more kiss on your neck before you felt him pulling you farther into the room, you back meeting what felt like a countertop or table. You felt Red Alert trap you between the table and his front. His servo meets your waist once again.

“Now, you don’t have to lie to me (Y/N)”

“I’m not”

You paused, you thought about trying to turn this around and just telling him. You can feel his servo move from your waist to your stomach and down, slowly, extremely slowly. As his servos traveled, you closed your eyes, a gaspy breath left your mouth when he stopped at the buttons on your pants.

“What? Getting all nervous, you could tell me what happened earlier. I wont take so long to get where you want me.”

He was bargaining, he wanted to hear you say it. The same words, was it really worth it tho. What was Red Alert planning? Your thoughts were scattered, trying to figure out if you tell him or not, and if you do tell him what are the consequences? You remembered the last time something like this happened. Some guy working with you and Professor Suzuki at the time decided he wanted your number, and before you left, right in front of the Autobot medic himself, He asked for your number with some sappy pickup line. The entire night after the incident you were left with Red Alerts digits and spike buried inside yourself, with no release.

With the thought of the last time something like this happened, you took a deep breath and told him. Simply because who knew what he’d do, since the one flirting with you was another Cybertronian.

“Fine,”

The pause was long as you looked up at Red through your eyelashes.

“Hot Shot said, " We can get outta here and I can show you how fast I really am.”

WHen quoting what the bot said to you earlier, your tone softened, almost ashamed, you didn’t want to admit what he said.

The intake from Red Alert was almost alarming, it was slow but deep. Almost like he had held his breath for too long. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“Now, what's so hard, Sweetspark.”

The silence fell fast, his servo went back to action, unbuttoning your pants and then diving digits first into your pussy. Not a stop, not a warning, nothing.

“I’m afraid you've forgotten who you belong to, and I’d like to remind you of it.”

The feeling of circles being rubbed into your clit and the occasional swirl from there to your entrance, felt like heaven. Yeah you could at any moment ask him to just simply fuck you, but something about the way he handled you when he was possessive. His digits got you too close to release. You grabbed his arm, with a plea to not stop. Shortly after the plea he stopped his actions, a loud whine leaving in the place of a moan.

“Not so fast, yeah. It took you a lil too long to tell me what Hot Shot said. Only fair I get my fun outta this.”

He was toying with you. You watched the smirk appear on his face plate, he was enjoying watching you crumble. You knew what you had gotten yourself into, but for some reason you weren’t ready.

“Let's start again, yeah.”

He fully pulled your pants off, the feeling of being trapped no longer a problem. He picked you up and put you on the table behind you. Kissing you as his servo went back to business. The attention given to you clit, had you riding the edge again. HIs lips captured yours, as two digits entered your pussy. Your gaps and breathy whimpers quickly turned into moans, loud moans. You had the decency to try and quit them, but when Red Alert noticed your hand come up to your mouth he stopped everything he was doing to you. Pulling your hand off your mouth.

“No no no, you don’t get to be quiet.”

He pulled you off the table, turning you around and bending you over it. The familiar sound of the spike plating being opened as he aligned himself with you. Rubbing the tip of his spike up and down your slit, then pushing it in fully.

You were never one for being too loud, but this time you could be quiet. Your moans started once again, louder as he drilled his spike in you. His servos occasionally slap on your ass.

“Yeah, be louder. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

The noises from the little room you both were in were pornographic, and god did he fuck you good. The knot in your stomach kept getting tighter and tighter.

“Red!”

You were gasping for air between both the moans and words you were trying to let out.

“Oh god, I'm gonna cum Red!”

You were getting desperate, the knott and fuzzy feeling in the bottom of your stomach was getting unbearable. Your desperate moans and the way the knot turned with each thrust and grunt he let out.

“Please Red,”

Your begging was short lived, as the bot grabbed your hips harsher with no intention to stop.

“Nope, not until I tell you.”

In one swift motion he pulls out and flips you on your back. He grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder. The same harsh grip on your waist as he plugins his spike right back to where it was originally. His speed is quicker and sloppier, you could tell he was close to finishing as well. You thought you’d give your pleas one more time.

“Red,”

He thrusts harshly into you, you lose your breath.

“Please, Red.”

“Please what, (Y/N)”

His tone is harsh, harsher than it was when he told you no to finish.

“Please I wanna cum. I’ll do anything.”

He smirks, reaching his servo up to move your hair out of your face.

“I wanna see that pretty face when you cum on my spike. Wanna hear you moan my name”

His thrust seems to be getting harder by the second, but with the same sloppy movement it tells you.

“Let everyone in the Autobot Base, who the hell you belong to!”

That was the last push you needed. The knot in your stomach brusted, and with your eyes squeezed shut you finished all over the mechs spike. Not even a second after Red Alert follows suit. The feeling of his transfluid filling you up.

He stands there, allowing you both time to come down from your highs.

“Sweetspark?”

He calls out to you, you open your eyes to see the bot leaned over you. His signature red visor looking at you, you can feel the worry through it.

“Are you okay?”

You laugh pulling his helm in for a kiss.

“Never better.”

He nervously laughs back at you. His nerdy medic personality comes back in seconds. You smiled at him as he got ready to start moving again.

“Let's get you taken care of, Sweetspark.”