#roobot in disguise 2015

[cherryglossie]

Pink Katanas (RID15!Drift x HumanFemale!Reader

Summary: You and Sideswipe team up to pull a small prank on Drift, but your punishment was much more different than what your partner-in-crime received.

Warnings: pink paint, pink swords, expensive shit, minor master/sub dynamics, minor boob play (who doesn't love boobs?), oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, manhandling, pet name, intercourse, unprotected sex (but your fucking a robot soooo), aftercare, cuddling, reader is over 18

Ok so I edited this and I hope I corrected all my mistakes, but if a few slipped, I apologize. Drift is one of my boo's so I had to write about him first. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

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You were the one that came up with the idea, but maybe getting Sideswipe to help you paint Drifts swords pink was going a little far. You knew how important his katana's were, but it was just paint, it wasn't like it couldn't be washed off. Right?

Well in this case, you were very wrong. Sadly the paint you snatched up from Denny's stash was a paint specifically made for metal, meaning you needed a certain paint remover to get it off, which Denny did not have. It is also, really expensive.

So, here you are handing Denny some cash so he can go to Crown City and pick up some of this paint remover. With a pout, you turn back to Bumblebee and a very unhappy Samurai. Bee looked down at you with his hands on his hips,

"Since I already decided Sideswipe would be the one cleaning Drifts swords when Denny returns, I'm letting Drift have the pleasure of deciding your consequences." Bee said, making your eyes widen.

"What?!" You look at Drift, who has his usual frown upon his face, but you could he tell he was more than upset.

You stare back at Bee, gesturing at Drift, "But he's gonna make me do something like run a mile or worse," the dreadful thought enters your mind, making you shiver, "Meditate."

Bee gave you an unsympathetic look, "Should have thought of that before you decided to pull a prank. Drift," The Samurai looked at Bumblebee, who gave him a smile, "She's all yours."

With that said, Bumblebee walked off, leaving you to Drifts full attention. You look down at the ground nervously, clasping your hands behind your back while you use one of your feet to kick around a couple rocks.

You wait anxiously for Drift to say something, but his silence continues, making you more jittery. What felt like a minute went by and the silence was really getting you. Was he really that mad?

Just as you were about to say something, Drift raised his arms, allowing Slipstream and Jetstorm to transform. The two mini-bots stand before their teacher, taking a closed fist and placing it in their opened palm before bowing.

"My pupils, you are free for the rest of the evening." Drift says and not once, even as he let his students transform, did he take his hardened gaze away from you.

"Thank you, Master."

You lifted your head up enough to watched the mini-bots happily prance off to where ever they wanted to go, leaving you completely alone with Drift. You dig your teeth into your bottom lips, using your teeth to peel away some of the dead skin. An unhealthy habit you did when you were nervous.

"Look at me."

You nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, but you did as you were told and lifted your head. However, instead of facing his glare, you focus on his chest. Sure it was a bit of a coward move, but you've seen Drift angry, and while it made you curious, it still scared you a little.

A low growl rumbled through Drifts chest,

"Look at me." He says again in a tone that leaves you no room to disobey.

You finally look up at his face and notice the frown grew deeper than it was before. You move your teeth to your top lip, biting on it just as you did the other.

You and the autobot warrior stared at each other for a few seconds, before you opened your mouth to say something.

"Drift-"

"Silence." He cuts you off immediately, making you glue your lips together.

Finally after he glares at you for a few more seconds, he speaks out another demand.

"Follow."

It was a simple demand, but it had you moving your feet before Drift could even make a step. You followed him along quietly, till you realized the two of you are in a secluded area in the scrapyard.

Your voice is soft, "Where are we going?"

He heard you, but did not reply and came to a stop once he knew you both were far away from the others. You wait, yet again, until Drift gave you further instructions. He never turns around and proceeds to stand where he's at, holding his hands behind his back as he glanced over all the junk Denny Clay has collected over the years, but his mind was nowhere near about the junk in front of him.

"Do you like making me angry?"

The question is quick and abrupt, but without thinking you immediately reply with a no. Your answer seemed acceptable for now, but when Drift turned around, you knew he wasn't done speaking yet.

"Then why do you continue to anger me?" He asks so smoothly the questions almost flew over your head.

You didn't know what to say at first. Yeah, you pulled pranks on all the bots, but Drift seemed to be your easiest target. The others would always yell at you for your pranks, but every prank you pulled on Drift, he gave little to no reaction. Usually Bumblebee gave out the punishment, but now it was Drift.

So, what was the warrior before you planning in his head?

You knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good, because you could tell Drift was not going to let you off easily.

Your mind reels back to his recent question, which you didn't really have an answer for. Maybe it was curiosity? You've seen Drift give the mini-bots the consequences of their unmannered actions (which usually consisted of extra training time). He never gave them mercy.

Either way, it doesn't matter now. You were at Drifts mercy now.

Without saying another word, Drift lifts his wrist up closer to his face, which holds one Fixit's newest devices he created. A shrink ray.

Drift presses down on the button and his body starts getting smaller and smaller, and soon he is now only two feet taller than you.

You've seen the other bots use their shrink ray device, but Drift never used it, it was weird seeing him like this.

Drift moves closer to you until he stood directly in front of you. The silence started making you uncomfortable again, so you try talking.

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

Drifts frown never leaves his face and quickly replies with, "On the berth, or what you humans call, a mattress."

You blink a couple times before moving your eyes to look around. You spot a mattress behind Drift, with a simple clean white sheet laid on top of it. You look at it for a couple seconds before looking back at Drift.

"You want me to lay on that?" You ask, as if he's gone mad.

Drift doesn't answer and simply moves to the side, waiting for you. You hesitantly move, walking over to the (what you noticed was queen sized) mattress that simply laid on the ground.

"Shoes off." Drift commands suddenly, but you listen anyways.

Once you have your shoes off, you lay yourself on the bed, well more like just sitting on it. Drift followed you, waiting patiently for you to follow up on his command. Once he had you where he wanted you, he swiftly grabbed one of your ankles gently and pulled on it.

You squeak as your back hits the mattress.

"Drift, what are you doing?"

You look at him in shock as he ignores your questions and moves himself to hover his body over yours. A hand of his presses against your stomach and starts slowly moving up.

"What I've should've done when you started your pranks."

You feel his metal hand move up your stomach, leaving trails of shivers behind. He was gentle with you at first, but as his moved closer to your chest, he grew more bold.

His hand reaches your chest, laying directly over one of your breasts.

"D-Drift-"

"At any point you are uncomfortable, you tell me. Am I understood?"

You nod your head, breathing out a quick yes. Maybe you should have thought his more through, but you didn't. His touch made you want more. Drift hums at your response, before his metal hand starts cupping the breast he has in his grasp. Your gasp doesn't go unnoticed and encourages Drift to continue.

"You never answered one of my earlier questions."

At first you didn't say anything, focusing on the hand that laid on your breasts. He was massaging it, but gave couple gentle squeezes, which took your breath away every time. You think of his words, trying to comprehend what he said.

"Which one?" You say with a tremble.

Drift stops his hand from moving, raising it higher and tucking it underneath your head before lifting it up. His eyes stare in yours as he repeats one of his questions.

"Why do you continue to anger me?"

You swallow slowly and decide to shrug, but that wasn't good enough for autobot samurai.

"A simple body movement does not satisfy me. Use your words."

His tone of voice makes you reply quickly, "I don't know..." You answer honestly.

Drift says nothing and moves to sit up before both of his hands move down to the waist band of you shorts. Your eyes widen as he pulls off the material, along with your underwear.

"Drift!"

He doesn't listen and you don't stop him.

Your shorts and underwear are off completely, leaving your bottom half bare and instinctively, your legs close.

"Tell me to stop and I will." Drift repeats this instruction again, before placing a hand between your legs to pull them apart.

You could end this all with a simple word, you knew that. You trusted Drift. You knew he would never hurt you in any way. So you let him continue, no matter how crazy this was.

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as you watch Drift stare at your lower half, making your cheeks glow red. You feel his hands slowly drag up and down your inner thighs, leaving goosebumps behind. You shift impatiently, hoping he would do something quick.

"Drift what-"

"You are to call me master in this predicament."

You can't help it when the thought of calling him master made you grow wet.

"Master..." You say his title quietly, "What are you doing?"

Yet again, you are met with silence, which is starting to annoy you. He can feel your irritation grow, but he could care less, and continues his slow ministrations. You think of telling him to get on with it, but once you feel one of his hands move down to where you want him, your breath gets caught in your throat.

One of his cool metal fingers drag in between your delicate lips, gathering up your wetness on his digit before dragging it up to your clit. Your head falls back with a moan as you feel his finger move in slow circles on your nub.

Drift watches as you continuously contract your heat every few seconds, almost tempted to fill you up with one of his fingers, but he denies himself of the thought. He only lets his one finger do the work. He goes on rubbing gentle circles over your clit only for now, watching your body jerk every time he touches a certain spot.

"Master, please."

He listens to your plea, but ignores it at the same time. His punishment was simple. You take what he decided to give you, and unfortunately for you, he wasn't in a giving mood right now.

The circles over your clit never stop, but the pace moves up a tiny bit, making you sigh out in some sort of relief. You focus your mind and body on his touch, feeling the sensation he was giving you. Soon enough your hips began moving on there own and suddenly the sensations stop.

You raise your head little to watch Drift move himself down the bed so his face was near drenched labia. Your breath quickens as you wait anxiously for his next move.

Drift senses your eagerness and decides to give you a little something. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it gently as his tongue swirls around it. The cybertronian tongue was different and you noticed it immediately. You could tell it had no taste-buds and usually the texture was a bonus and added more to the pleasure, but with the way Drift moved his tongue, you could tell he didn't need that extra bonus at all.

Your moans fill his audio receptors, making his own body shake for a moment. Your taste coated his tongue, which just about made him moan, but instead a low hum left his mouth, the vibrations making your hips jerk upwards.

"O-oh god-" You moan out, your hands moving down to hold Drifts head as you began bucking your hips against his mouth.

Quickly Drift took over the small control you had by grabbing your hands and placing them over your lower stomach. He kept his hands on top of yours, to not only keep your hands from moving, but to also keep your hips still.

"Drift!" You whine

Your slip-up falls on deaf ears as Drift is to focused on moving his mouth the right way.

He drags his tongue through your lips, trying to get more of your taste. His lips are once again over your clit and he begins flicking his tongue against your nub. Your moans grow louder as his tongue never falters and even continues to speed up.

It's not long before you start loosing all control over our body. His name is the only word you can speak as you feel yourself getting close. It's all happening so fast and your heat clenches more to help yourself get off quicker, but before you can feel the bliss of your orgasm, Drift pulls away.

His hands leave yours and moves to keep your legs separated. He watches as you whine some more while your entire body moves around vividly. He gives you a minute to calm yourself and when you do, you look directly in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" You mumble, already to worn out to speak clearly.

"It's seems you forgot that this was a punishment my dear." Drift says, ignoring the pout you formed on your face, he was not letting you make him feel guilty. Not while you still had a lesson to learn.

You were bad and had to face the outcome of your actions.

Without saying another word, your body is flipped over, making you squeal in surprise. Your hips are raised and legs are pulled further apart. You hear something transform, but the hand Drift had on the back of your neck kept the side of your face against the mattress, so you couldn't see him.

"Remember, tell me to stop and I will."

It made you uneasy as you wondered why he had to repeat that saying again, but you softly tell him to keep going, remembering your trust in him. You wait eagerly for him to do something, but all Drift did was wrap his hand around his member, giving it a couple strokes.

He wouldn't say this out loud, but you looked ravishing in front of him and he was delighted that he was making you feel this way. He holds himself in his hand before moving his hips forward. He loves the gasping moan you breathe out as he drags his tip along your whole labia, then dragging his wet tip to your clit.

He rubs in small circles again, just like he did with his finger. His hand leaves the back of your neck, moving to your hip. You raised yourself up on your forearms, turning your head to look back at Drift, who was currently only focused on your heat.

His eyes then look up at yours and very slowly, he lets his tip enter you. Your mouth falls open as he fills you up more and more. Your moans get louder, but you didn't care.

Once fully inside of you, Drift decides to let out a small grunt, which sounded incredibly hot to you. Thankfully you didn't have to wait much longer before he moved. He pulled out carefully, till only his tip was left in, than gradually began filling you up again.

His first thrusts were just like this. Slow and steady.

His pace made you wail. You needed him to go faster, but when you tried moving back to meet his own hips, he held you still and stopped. The grunts and groans he was letting out made you grow hotter. You wanted to hear more of him, but maybe you'll get what you want next time. If there is a next time of course.

Drift starts going faster, making you clench around his shaft more often. Before you know it, Drift moves at an insane speed, making you cry out.

"D-Drift!"

He hears you and keeps going, he needed to bring you to the edge just one more time. While he loved the way you were making him feel, you still had a punishment to face. He couldn't let the pleasure get the best of him.

A couple more thrust is when you begin to feel yourself knot up. You started clenching for a longer period of time, indicating that you were close.

Then you felt the bliss you were waiting for. It was sudden and made your body go stiff, but Drift continued moving your body himself.

Although he knew you had begun climaxing, he forced himself slow down, causing your orgasm to go weak. You sobbed as he slowed down to a complete stop. You tried moving your hips, but he kept them still. You felt yourself throbbing around him as your weak orgasm wore off.

He waited for a couple minutes and started moving again, not taking it slow at first like he did last time. His hips moved against yours at a rapid pace, making your body jolt forward, but luckily he gripped onto your hips well. Your cries were constant at this point and you could feel your throat getting scratchy from using it to much.

Drift grunted louder as he felt himself getting closer. You were getting there as well, but he didn't care. You had your pleasure somewhat fulfilled, now it was his turn. His hips began to stutter and soon enough, he was going over the edge. You could feel something warm filling you up, besides his member, but that didn't matter right now, no matter how good he was filling you up. You whine as you are denied a second orgasm, leaving you a begging mess below.

Drift closed his eyes to calm his breathing, bringing himself back together. When he opens his eyes to look at you, the sight pleases him.

"W-want more." You beg, swerving your hips from side to side, but Drift only pulls out, making you groan.

"Be grateful you overloaded at all." Drift said, back to his normal tone.

He lets your hips fall to the mattress, but keeps your legs separated. He watches some of his blue seed begin to seep out and automatically plunges it back in with a finger.

"You are to keep all of this inside, do you hear me?" Drift ordered, using his finger to push all of his liquid back inside of you.

You whine in agreement. Finally he pulls his fingers out once he feels sure his fluid won't leak out again.

To your surprise, your gently flipped over. You watched tiredly as Drift grabs your underwear first, placing them up your legs before moving onto your shorts. You watched him reach over the edge of the bed again to grab a blanket you didn't before.

He covers you with the blanket, then moves to lay beside you, pulling you against him to hold you closer. The sun had started setting a couple minutes ago, so the blue sky was now pink and purple. Silence overcomes you two for a couple minutes, but something in your head keeps you from falling asleep. Even though you were wiped out.

"How did you plan all of this so quickly? Right when you you saw your swords, you told Bee immediately." You ask, using your finger to trace over his metal chest.

"I heard of your plan while you were speaking to Sideswipe."

You raise your head up in shock, your eyes trailing over his facial features. His eyes were closed, his face showing content.

"So you knew the whole time? Why didn't you stop us?"

The only reply you got was small smile and nothing else. You breath out a small laugh and lay your head back down.

"So this was your way of getting into my pants?"

The thought should have made you upset, but it didn't. Call it a crush or whatever, but you had always admired him from the sidelines.

"No."

The sudden word causes you to paused and you look up at him again.

"Huh?"

Drift opens his eyes to look at you, "My plan was to make you mine, not to simply get into your pants as you say."

Drift watched your face contorts to surprise, making him smile a little more. Your shocked expression turns soft and shortly after you begin smiling as well.

"So if I'm yours, does that also make you mine?" You ask with a playful smile.

"Of course my dear."

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