Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Megatron x Magnus

Prompt: oversensitivity
The leather crop trailed over sensitive skin, making Magnus shiver. His breath caught, optics fluttering shut.
'No' said Megatron. A gentle sting, making sensitive metal only more sensitive. 'Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, sweet thing. I want you to watch me take you apart.'
Messiness and markers of arousal (flushed cheeks; swollen mouth; displaying bite marks or hickeys; transfluid-spattered plating)
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Magnus couldn't believe he was doing this. He was standing in front of a full-length mirror, watching as Megatron trailed a leather crop over his sensitive metal. He could feel his plating flush with arousal, his mouth swollen from Megatron's kisses. The bite marks and love marks on his neck were evidence of Megatron's possessiveness, and Magnus couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the marks. Megatron continued to trail the crop over Magnus's plating, making him shiver with anticipation. He could feel the mix of lubricants and transfluid leaking from his valve, evidence of his own desire and the numerous rounds before this. Megatron smiled, sensing Magnus's arousal. "Good boy," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Magnus's cheek. "Now, let's see how messy we can make you." Magnus moaned and arched as Megatron pushed him back against the mirror, he pressed back against his mate eager for more. Megatron chuckled darkly and teased the tip of his spike against Magnus' sore valve making the submissive whimper and try to pull away torn between the pain of the oversensitivity and the desire of wanting more. Megatron could sense Magnus's struggle between pain and desire, and he knew that he needed to take control. He pressed his body closer to Magnus's, letting his spike slide slowly into his valve. Magnus cried out, the oversensitivity making the sensation almost too much to bear. Megatron grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the effect he was having on Magnus. "Shh, sweet thing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Magnus's neck. "Let me take care of you." Megatron began to move, his spike sliding in and out of Magnus's valve. He could feel the mix of lubricants and transfluid making the sensation even more intense. He knew that Magnus was struggling, but he also knew that he could push him further. As they moved together, their bodies slick with transfluid, Magnus couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The oversensitivity was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't stop the pleasure that was building inside him. He clung to Megatron, his body writhing with pleasure. "I-its to m-much! Please! It h-hurts!" Magnus sobbed even as he arched and let his helm loll to the side offering more plating for Megatron to mark. Megatron knew that Magnus was close to his limit, but he also knew that he could push him further. He continued to thrust into Magnus, feeling the oversensitivity making the pleasure almost unbearable. But he didn't stop, knowing that Magnus needed to be taken apart like this. "Shh, sweet thing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Magnus's forehead. "Just let it happen. Let me take care of you." Megatron could feel Magnus's body tensing, his cries becoming more urgent. He knew that Magnus was close, and he pushed him further, his movements becoming more intense. Magnus started to scream and sob from the mix of pleasure and pain, he wanted to pull away, wanted to curl up and not move but he also wanted more, he wanted to be wrecked by his mate and he was utterly torn between the two. Megatron could see the conflict in Magnus's expression, but he also knew that he needed to push him further. He continued to thrust into Magnus, his movements becoming more urgent, as he felt himself reaching his own overload. "Let go, sweet thing," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Give in to the pleasure." With a scream, Magnus finally let go, his body convulsing in pleasure as he reached his overload. Megatron smiled and pulled Magnus away from the mirror so the mech could see what he looked like, plating a mess of lubricants and transfluid with bites covering his neck and shoulders. "Im not done yet darling, but i'll give you a break for a moment how about that?" Megatron said pulling out and catefully picking Magnus up being careful to not jostle his lower half much as Magnus whimpered and cried softly, he was grateful he was getting a break because his processor was a whole mess of warnings. Megatron held Magnus close, pressing kisses to his forehead and whispering words of comfort. He knew that Magnus needed a break, and he was more than happy to give it to him. "Shh, sweet thing," he murmured, holding Magnus close. "I've got you. Just relax and let me take care of you." Magnus nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he was in good hands with Megatron, and he was grateful for the break. He leaned into Megatron's embrace, feeling his body starting to calm down. As they lay there, Magnus couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter. He had never experienced oversensitivity like this before, and he wasn't sure if he could handle much more. But he also knew that he wanted more, that he wanted to be taken apart by Megatron again and again. Megatron could sense Magnus's conflicting emotions, and he knew that he needed to be careful. He held Magnus close, running his hands over his back in soothing circles. "It's okay, sweet thing," he murmured. "We can take it slow, if you need to. Just tell me what you want."
Magnus nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him. He knew that he could trust Megatron to take care of him, no matter what. And he was more than willing to give himself completely to his mate, even if it meant experiencing oversensitivity like this again.

For now, though, he was content to just rest in Megatron's arms, feeling safe and loved. And that was all that mattered.