I might make multiple unrelated chapters to this. The urge to write drunken mechs is just too strong.
Char: Thank you very much, I was grinning like a complete idiot after reading your comments. xD Of course I can make something for Bee and Dawn too, I've got one idea already if you don't mind me using the Prime series Bumblebee.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers, I don't get any money out of this.
Dawn had to stifle a snicker as she watched Wheeljack go on with his never-ending story. It was clear he was drunk as hell and it was hilarious. She was a bit drunk herself too, but only moderately so.
The wrecker was in the middle of explaining in detail how he and Bulkhead had fought their way through a bunch of Decepticons on some far away planet. He was a good story-teller, no doubt about that. Everyone listened with cheerful expressions, throwing in their own comments from time to time.
Eventually, as the night went on, one Autobot after the other retired for the night or found something else to do. Only Wheeljack and Bulkhead remained, still talking excitedly. Dawn didn't feel excluded; especially Wheeljack seemed to like how she reacted to their imitations of old skirmishes. She noticed his optics stealing glances at her when he thought she was looking elsewhere.
After some more high-grade energon, it was Bulkhead who suddenly gave in and fell in recharge. Wheeljack gave him a knock on the head, but the big guy didn't even flinch. He shook his head and grinned at Dawn apologetically.
She shrugged and smiled back. "Probably should let him rest."
Getting up from her seat, Dawn intended to return to her quarters, but Wheeljack quickly stepped in front of her to stop her. "Whoa, wait a moment! You're not leaving already, are you?"
"Umm…" she hesitated, feeling a bit tired, but not wanting to disappoint the wrecker. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
Wheeljack seemed to ponder for a moment, then his face lit up. "I haven't shown you my Jackhammer yet."
Dawn ignored the dirty thoughts that her drunken mind conjured up for her and nodded with a smile. "Show me the way then."
She followed the grinning wrecker out into the starry, chilly night, stopping to enjoy the fresh air. Soon Wheeljack waved from the ship for her to come in. She complied, still finding the Autobot's enthusiasm endearing.
The Jackhammer was a small ship, but Wheeljack showed her every bit of it, looking proud as ever as he shared more stories from his travels. Dawn admired everything as she was clearly expected to do. Because of the limited space, they stood pretty close to each other, which didn't bother her. At first.
At some point Dawn took notice of the wrecker's large hands touching her more often than necessary. For a while she blamed it on her imagination, but when the broad frame pressed against her back, she became unsure. She moved away discretely, pretending to be interested in something else. It happened again, and again she evaded him.
"It's great", she said quickly, starting to head out. "Thanks for the grand tour."
Dawn tried to make a hasty exit, when a large hand shot out and pulled her back. She collided with the wrecker's chassis, looking up into the bright blue optics with alarm and confusion.
"You're soft", Wheeljack stated amused, his speech slurring just noticeably. "Are you this soft all over?"
"W-what are you doing?" Dawn masked her insecurity under a light tone, forcing out a lopsided smile as she tapped the hard surface of the metal chassis. "I think you might've taken one drink too many."
"And I think I've had just enough to have some fun, if you know what I mean?"
Dawn felt her face grow warmer, and it didn't help to have those large hands slowly rubbing her hips. She tried to pull back, but they didn't let her go.
"Oh? I… uh…" she didn't know what to say. "…I'm not sure…"
The strongly intoxicated wrecker grinned mischievously at that, pulling her tighter against him. "Then just relax and I'll show you."
Dawn yelped in surprise as Wheeljack shoved her back into a wall not too gently. Before she could protest, her hands were raised up and pinned against the wall too. Her heart began to pound faster as the heavy frame pressed against her.
The wrecker's scarred mouth assaulted her neck, sloppily nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Dawn couldn't keep from squirming, turning her head to the side and protesting faintly.
"A-ahh… W-Wheeljack… this… this can't be… a good idea…"
"This is gonna be very good", the drunken wrecker murmured against her neck.
"B-but what about... we're… so different... a-and…"
"I don't care and neither will you once I get my spike out and give you a good, long fragging."
Dawn let out a shaky breath, very much aware of the effect the straight-forward, crude words had on her. A needy pressure was starting to build up in her lower body, which she blamed on all the alcohol she had consumed that night.
A part of her still resisted, feeling hesitant in the unexpected situation and not wanting to give in so easily to such cheap antics. She thought about using her powers, before realizing that she couldn't with her hands restrained.
"You… seriously need to sleep it off", she told him with as much determination as she could muster; though her noticeably labored breathing gave away her growing excitement. "You're not thinking clearly."
Wheeljack looked almost comically confused for a second; then a smug smirk returned to his face plates. "You don't mean that. You want this as much as I do."
Stubbornly, fueled by high-grade energon, the strong mech continued his advance and grabbed both of Dawn's hands into his much larger one, still keeping them pinned above her head.
"Do I need to make you beg for it?"
Staring into the intensely glowing optics, Dawn's resolve faltered. She was already turned on and everything the wrecker said and did only made it worse. She didn't resist when the now free metal hand moved down to her shoulder, gliding experimentally lower on her body. It travelled slowly and teasingly to her breast, stopping for a moment to play with it.
Dawn unknowingly held her breath every time the thick digits brushed over a nipple. Apparently patience wasn't Wheeljack's strong suit, since he soon forgot about the slow approach, instead bringing his hand straight between her legs.
That made Dawn give out a shocked gasp. Wheeljack grinned knowingly, starting to massage her through the thin fabric of her pants. Dawn couldn't keep from squirming as the continuous stimulation got her wet.
Soft whimpers escaped her and a hungry look flashed on the wrecker's face. Diving forward, he continued kissing and biting her neck, this time harder. Dawn moaned sharply, readily accepting the mouth as it made its way to roughly cover hers.
The strange feel of having the bendy, living metal tongue exploring her wasn't enough to distract her from the pressure gathering to her lower body as the large digits kept rubbing her. Her hips twitched in an almost unbearable need as she feverishly moaned into the mech's mouth.
When her hands were suddenly freed, Dawn wasn't thinking about fighting back anymore.
"Ngh, scrap…" Wheeljack grunted impatiently, bringing his hand down to his spike housing. "It's gonna be real hard to hold back."
Swiftly freeing his half-pressurized member from its restricting confinement he continued teasing them both by pressing their lower bodies together and humping her with torturous, slow thrusts. Dawn felt the hardness through her clothes, a surge of excitement as well as worry running through her as she couldn't help noting how big it was.
"Uhh… W-Wheeljack…" her voice quivered slightly, either from arousal or nervousness. "Have you… ever been with a human before?"
"Nope."
Dawn tried her best to ignore the continuous grinding and the large hands impatiently tugging down her pants and continued hastily. "You do know that you're… uh… bigger… than my usual partners? Not to mention… a lot stronger and heavier too."
"Well, aren't you in for a treat?"
"You're… not listening… ah… w-wait!" Dawn gasped and tensed up at the feel of one of the ridiculously thick digits briskly pushing into her. She breathed heavily, writhing helplessly under the rough intrusion.
"Frag, you're well lubricated", Wheeljack stated huskily, moving the finger tentatively at first, but soon picking up the pace.
Dawn felt her knees weaken and held on to the mech tighter. Her moans grew more frantic as pressure built up rapidly with each thrust.
"Frag… frag…" Wheeljack muttered through gritted teeth. "Enough playing around."
The thick digit withdrew and for a moment Dawn felt a disappointing emptiness. She yelped as the drunken mech turned them away from the wall and pushed her roughly to the floor. The heavy frame pinned her down tightly, much of the considerable weight resting on her.
"Nnnhh, c-careful…" Dawn groaned, struggling to breathe properly. Either Wheeljack didn't hear her, or he was too far to care. Swiftly parting her legs, he settled between them and guided his stout member to her entrance.
"Ohhh… god…" Dawn panted tensely, struggling not to lash out with her powers as the huge spike pushed into her narrow opening. "Please… j-just… ahhh… take it… slowly."
The fiery look in Wheeljack's optics revealed how much he would've wanted to just ram his hard member inside her, but somehow, despite his current state, he managed to control himself.
More or less.
The thick, throbbing spike advanced steadily, not pulling back once until the whole girth was buried deep within her. Dawn kept taking quick, shallow breaths, whimpering every time the sensation threatened to overwhelm her.
"Frag, you feel good…" Wheeljack growled, propping himself up on one arm and letting the other push her leg more out of the way. "I can't wait to hear how you sound..."
"Wait… n-not yet…" Dawn tried to form sensible words and failed miserably as the impatient wrecker gave a sudden thrust, making her cry out in shock.
Words clearly didn't help anymore. Wheeljack pulled back just to slam into her again, and though Dawn was prepared for it this time, she couldn't stop a sharp gasp from escaping her. The metal spike was harder and bigger than anything she had experienced before and it kept pushing into her with brutal force, quickly taking her to her limits.
"W-Wheel… jack…" she moaned breathily, clinging tightly onto the grunting mech as he pounded into her with increasing vigor.
"Don't waste your breath; I'm just… getting… started."
Dawn threw her head back, unable to do anything, but moan tensely under the heavy frame. Wheeljack kept at it for a while before changing the pace into slow, forceful thrusts and dipping his head down to nuzzle her exposed neck.
Dawn groaned and shuddered as the mech gave her a rather hard bite, followed by his tongue lazily twirling on the fresh bite-mark. Every deliberate thrust rocked her body and elicited a breathy moan from her. It was as tormenting as it was pleasurable.
"Sweet Primus, I could do this all night…" Wheeljack growled, picking up the speed again.
Dawn couldn't say anything. The warm, tingling pressure that had been inevitably building up, suddenly flared uncontrollably, making her toes curl up in nearing climax. She threw her head from side to side, mewling and gasping frantically.
The wrecker noticed her desperate state, flashing a brief grin and fucking her even harder. Dawn cried out every time the thick spike plunged into her, her wetness helping it slide in and out effortlessly.
A few forceful thrusts more and the huge member pushed her screaming over the edge. For a mind-numbing moment, everything was pure bliss. Then slowly, her orgasm faded, leaving her panting and completely spent, but satisfied.
When she opened her eyes, Wheeljack had stopped moving, but was still giving her the same lust-filled look. Somehow in her hazy mind Dawn realized he hadn't come yet.
"Having fun?" the smirking mech asked, smug as ever. He was venting heavily, large hand shaking with barely contained desire as he stroked her leg. "Just so you know, I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
Not waiting for her reply, Wheeljack gave in to his want and started pounding into her again, faster this time. Dawn's climax had left her senses heightened and she had no resistance against the harsh pace. The hard spike kept hitting her tight walls, drawing out loud cries from her with every powerful move of the mech's hips.
"Music to my audios", the wrecker murmured, gripping her thigh tightly with his large hand. "Just… keep it… coming."
It wasn't like she had any choice. She wouldn't have been able to stay quiet if she tried. The rough, nearly unbearable handling forced the moans and cries out of her. She knew she would feel the bruises afterwards, but it would be worth it.
Eventually the wrecker reached his peak too, grunting nonsensical words and curses as his pace faltered and he released into her. Dawn panted heavily, feeling the mix of transfluids and her own wetness pooling under her as the large spike withdrew.
Wheeljack was venting equally hard, the weight of his heavy frame slowly crushing her, though right then Dawn couldn't bring herself to care. She placed her hand affectionately on the helm that rested on her chest, just wanting to savor the pleasurable moment. She couldn't even remember why she had been against this at first.
"You… were right…" she spoke tiredly between breaths, smiling when the rugged mech looked up and focused his intricate, blue optics on her. "This was pretty good…"
Wheeljack raised an optic ridge quizzically. "What you mean 'was'? Didn't I tell you… I'm not nearly done with you yet?"
Dawn drew a shaky breath as the wrecker brought his large hand between her legs and drew slow circles on her over-sensitized nub. "I'm… I'm n-not sure… I can take much… m-more of this…"
Wheeljack chuckled at her obvious need. "You want more and you want it badly, don't you? Well don't worry, I'm gonna give it to you. Again and again. No one's gonna be missing us for hours."
Dawn couldn't decide whether the thought was terrifying or exciting. Her head was swimming with the constant stimulation and the aftereffect of her orgasm. It was so overwhelming she couldn't find words to describe it. She really didn't know how she was supposed to take another round and stay conscious.
She may have had her doubts, but Wheeljack didn't, moving down on her until his helm hovered over her lower body. Large hands clasped her thighs, keeping her legs spread. Dawn flinched and gasped sharply as the helm went down and a broad glossa flicked out to taste her. Before she knew it, the skilled mech had her back arching and legs kicking futilely in the strong grip.
Right before her second release took over she still wondered how the hell she was supposed to survive the whole night.