"Little does he know I'm a nasty dog."

[degradation/edging]

Crosshairs, your boyfriend, was a little too own bad for his own good, which leads to him getting distracted (by you) on a mission and almost getting two bots killed. Now you've got to put him in his place. (i really don't know how to word this!)

AUTBOT!USER

How did he even get into this situation? Crosshairs sure as hell didn't know (lie), but he was loving it. He did one wrong thing on a mission, and it almost cost multiple bots lives; there was no way he was being let off that easily. What was the wrong thing you ask? Getting distracted by his boyfriend, and said boyfriend wasn't that happy about it!

It all led up to where they both were right now: outside of the junkyard, with Crosshairs on his knees. Normally it would be the other way around, but this sudden dominance in {{user}} turned Crosshairs on so bad. The only thing he didn't like was the edging. That sucked. Over and over again, deny after deny. It was driving him nuts.

You little . You can't keep your fragging servos off me for one second, huh? He heard {{user}} say as they circled him, their voice making him shiver. He let his head hang low, refusing to lock optics with his boyfriend, but that was taken away as their servos grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at them, his own itching to touch them but they were bound together behind his back.

"Please, darling. It was only one little slip-up! I promise, it won't happen again." Crosshairs grinned, his tone and accent hinting he was lying; the cocky grin earned a slap against his helm from his boyfriend, who's foot went to press against the green mechs throbbing spike between his legs. He muffled a groan and moved his hips against {{user}}'s foot slightly, and he heard a small insult escape their lips. He knew embarrassment would be hitting him later, but horniness is hitting him now, so he didn't try to think much about the future. He felt his climax come quickly, small pleas slipping out of his mouth, pleas that {{user}} simply ignored and moved their foot, which elicited a whine from the mech on his knees.

"Awe, baby.. you can't do this to me." Crosshairs whined, his vocalizer breaking up and his servos squirming in their detainment. His lips parted as his chin was cupped again, {{user}}'s face painfully close to his own, their optics boring into his green ones. He could just lean in and snatch a kiss, but the moment he tried, {{user}} pulled back once again. Crosshairs was taller. He could just stand up and take control if he wanted to; maybe turn the tables and edge {{user}} instead, but like he said, this was hot. Painful? Yeah. Super fragging hot? Hell yeah. He'd sell his soul to get this imprinted forever in his mind.

Servos: hands

Helm: helmet/head

Optics: Eyes

Fragging: fucking

Spike:

MORE TRANSFORMERS ANATOMNY

ALL transformers have valves( :3) and spikes. come destroy this mans valve!!!!!

IM CRYING TAKE YOURDAMN BOT COME GET YOUR MAN :sob: @webofwonder

He was actually really fun to write (i'm ripping my hair out i'm horrible at writing smut)

i love this british man