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Lingerie	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 3749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Schoolbot
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, anal, crack!fic, cross-dressing, D/s, implied non-con, kink, rimming, role-play
Summary: (AU) Another outfit gets used.
Disclaimer: Transformer characters belong to Hasbro. I own nothing.

Prowl, dressed in a white blouse, gold tie, and black skirt with gold trimming, shivered nervously as he approached his instructor. The older mech was seated behind a desk and leered over at the younger mech, beckoning him closer. Prowl strode over to the side of the desk, optics lowering to the floor, servos fiddling with the fabric of his skirt.

“Do you know why I asked you stay behind today, Prowl?” Lockdown asked.

“N--no sir,” Prowl stammered.

“You’re grades are slipping,” Lockdown growled. “Care to explain?”

“I--I’m sorry sir,” Prowl stuttered. “I’ve been so busy…”

Lockdown sighed and interrupted, “I don’t want to hear excuses.” He chuckled when Prowl gnawed on his bottom lip, trembling hard. “I am willing…to offer you extra credit…if you want it…”

Prowl’s expression brightened. “Yes sir! I’ll do anything to get my grades back up!”

Lockdown grinned wickedly and rose up, snagging Prowl around the waist and drawing him into a tight embrace. Prowl let out a muffled cry of panic as Lockdown’s lips slammed over his own, squirming in the older mech’s arms.

“Sir!” Prowl wailed.

Lockdown stated, “You said you’d do anything to get your grades back up.”

“B--but,” Prowl stuttered.

“Let me continue, and I’ll make certain you have the highest grades in the class,” Lockdown chuckled.

Prowl nodded meekly.

Ripping open of portion of the younger mech’s blouse, Lockdown teased Prowl’s chassis with a gentle lick, glossa delving beneath a seam to flick over a sensitive wire that made the younger mech gasp and dip back, as if trying to get away. Lockdown wouldn’t allow it. He replaced his glossa with two fingers, pinching and rolling the wire between his digits while watching Prowl’s reaction.

“Oh!” Prowl cried, arching into the mouth that curved into a smile.

“Brace yourself over the desk,” Lockdown growled.

Trembling violently, Prowl turned around and lowered himself onto the surface of the desk, servos grasping the edges tightly. Lockdown licked his lips and pushed up Prowl’s skirt, optics glazing over in lust at the sight of lacy, gold underwear covering the younger mech’s aft. Lockdown gripped the waistband of the panties, and slowly pulled the silky fabric down just beneath Prowl’s aft to rest at the top of his thighs. The older mech moaned loudly as the younger mech’s creamy aft was slowly unveiled to him. It was too much for him, and he retracted his plating. His shaft was dripping lubricant, and he reached down to give his throbbing plug a quick rub, desperately trying to alleviate the building pressure in his groin.

Gently, Lockdown caressed and squeezed Prowl’s aft, dipping his helm to lick the creamy mound. He spread soft kisses over the younger mech’s aft, blowing over the paneling that kept Prowl’s port hidden. Prowl shuddered and whined as the paneling slid away. Lockdown groaned as Prowl’s slick entrance came into view, tight and quivering. With just the tip of his glossa, Lockdown touched the younger mech’s port, causing Prowl to jump in surprise.

“Ah! S--sir!” Prowl wailed.

Sweetness exploded across Lockdown’s glossa, and he immediately swiped it once more over the quivering opening, wanting more of the younger mech’s sweet essence. He circled it and, having gripped Prowl’s hips tightly, he pushed his glossa slowly and steadily into the younger mech’s opening.

Prowl cried out and dug his fingers into the desk. Lockdown pushed his glossa as deep as he could inside of that tight, clenching opening. Lockdown’s hold on Prowl’s hips tightened as he growled and hungrily lapped the younger mech’s aft. Prowl started to move and unsurely gyrate, confused and sensuous moans passing his lips.

“S--sir! I-I’m going to explode!” Prowl cried.

Lockdown pulled away, snickering at the sound of Prowl’s disappointed groan. “Turn over and lay down on the desk. Keep your legs on your chassis.”

Shaking, Prowl complied, biting his bottom lip as Lockdown grabbed the panties around his thighs and pulled them off. Prowl hooked his servos under his knees, drawing up his legs until they were braced against his chassis.

“Like this, sir?” Prowl whimpered.

“Yes, very good,” Lockdown praised, servos rubbing Prowl’s trembling thighs. He noticed Prowl’s optics fearfully gazing at his erect shaft. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll enjoy it.”

Prowl let out a pleasured cry as Lockdown’s thumb pressed and rubbed over his opening before delving inside. The older mech leaned over, capturing Prowl’s lips in a heated kiss, drowning out the younger mech’s whimpers. Three fingers were soon stretching Prowl’s opening, and the younger mech was eagerly kissing back, breaking the kiss to let out an agitated sigh when Lockdown’s fingers eased out.

Lockdown chuckled, “I have something better for you.”

Prowl’s optics widened, fear overtaking him as Lockdown’s shaft pressed against his port. “N--no! Please, don’t! I--It won’t fit, sir!”

“Yes, it will,” Lockdown snarled, pushing his hips forward.

Prowl threw his helm back and screamed at the sudden penetration, servos grabbing hold of Lockdown’s forearms in a painful grip.

“Y--you’re too big!” Prowl wailed as more of Lockdown’s length pushed inside. “S--Sir! Please! It hurts!”

“Shh, it’ll get better,” Lockdown cooed, shuddering as he watched his shaft disappear into Prowl’s clenching, warm body.

The older mech gently rocked his hips, allowing the younger mech to adjust to his girth. Prowl thrashed and whimpered in bliss as his internal wiring was stimulated. Grinning wide, Lockdown wrapped his servo around Prowl’s plug and gently pumped, thumb brushing over the wet slit.

“See? You like it,” Lockdown chuckled, speeding up his thrusts.

“Ugh! Sir!” Prowl yelled, rolling his hips to match the older the mech’s rough thrusts. “Yes! More!”

The older mech pulled out until only the tip of his arousal remained inside and then slammed back in. Prowl moaned wantonly, sharp fingers digging into Lockdown’s arms hard enough to dent the metal, causing the older mech to snarl and pump even harder into the younger mech. Screaming from each violent jab into his entrance, Prowl’s chassis split open, shredding what remained of the blouse, exposing his pulsing blue spark.

“S--Sir, please take me,” Prowl mewled.

Lockdown’s grin grew feral, and he opened his own chassis, descending until their sparks met and melded together, making both mechs shout and curse as intense pleasure ripped through them. The older mech’s thrusts grew more wild and violent. Prowl gripped Lockdown’s helm and pulled the older mech down for a passionate kiss, glossas dueling for dominance. The desk creaked and groaned, finally giving out under the brutal pressure, sending both mechs toppling to the floor. Prowl cried out in surprise from the impact, but Lockdown didn’t seem to care and continued ramming into the younger mech, recapturing Prowl’s lips in a frenzied kiss. Pleasure peaked and both mechs screamed from the intense release as darkness descended on them.

Lockdown rebooted last, grinning lazily as he found Prowl nestled against him. “Was it good for you too, darlin’?”

Prowl snorted and rolled his optics beneath the visor. “I think you all ready know the answer to that.” He traced his fingers over the torn blouse. “It’s ruined.”

“No matter,” Lockdown chuckled. “I still have other outfits for you. I’d really like to see you in…what do the humans call it? Ah, nurse’s uniform.”

“I really do not understand your fascination with these human fetishes…but fine…I’ll try it on,” Prowl grumbled. “And I’m still not going to call you ‘daddy’.”

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