He he, hey guys... *clears throat* long time no see....
So life got super busy and fast paced recently, so I haven't had a lot of time to write, but I do still plan on lots of smut, so here's some that I've had waiting!
Kinktober: Day 15
In Session
Bay!Bumblebee x fem!reader
Sexting + uniform
Warnings: pre-established relationship, spelling mistakes, semi-public masterbation, f+m masterbastion, sexting, Bee has a thing for college uniforms, reader is Sam's sister, this is filthy and I love it, PURE SMUT
The clock seemed to go slower the more you glanced at it. With every ten minutes that passed, only two actually had. And it wasn’t the class in general, or even the teacher, but just the day. It was mid afternoon, the sun was starting to set and this guy was preaching about math to a class of over a hundred students.
You sat toward the back, scribbling in your notebook, bored out of your mind. It was Thursday and this weekend your boyfriend, Bumblebee had promised to take you out driving. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him.
While your twin brother Sam went to a co-ed ivy league college, you took a different route. A private all girls college to study astrology. And the only draw back to this school was that you had to wear uniforms. And they were those white button down, blue blazer and plaid skirt uniforms. You felt ridiculous half of the time, but with hundreds of others wearing it, it was alright.
You phone buzzed in your blazer pocket, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, you pulled it out, smiling down at the screen.
Bee <3: how’s my honey bee doing?
you: bored, my last class is taking for-ever-er.
you: can the weekend come early this week? I miss you
Bee <3: i miss you too, and i think i have an idea on how to make things better…
You stare at your phone for a moment, typing out a response before your phone dings again. And it’s not a text this time, it’s a picture. Bee’s in his bedroom at NEST HQ, laying down on his berth. It’s a selfie with his arm raised above his head and his glorious abs and navel in the shot.
He’s all smooth and angular lines, so different from human forms yet just- of not more- attractive.
Your face heated, quickly glancing around the room. You’re in the last row, and the nearest student is ten chairs away in front of you. The beauty of sitting in the back. But you knew where this was going to go.
you: bee, don’t start, i’m in class
Bee <3: one picture won’t hurt
Bee <3: please?
Biting your lip, you undo the top few buttons on your shirt, letting your bra peek out. Pressing your arms together you set your phone up on your open laptop and take a picture of your cleavage. You angle said laptop to cover anything from wandering eyes and send the pic.
Bee <3: primus, you’re hot. I can’t wait until this weekend when I can have you in my arms again
Squeezing your thighs together, you type back.
you: I was hoping we’d do more than cuddle
Bee <3: we will, we’re going for a ride
you: a long one?
Bee <3: super long *attachment*
the next picture comes through is of Bee’s navel, hips, thighs and pressurized spike. It stood up right, biolights glowing that beautiful blue glow. Your thighs pressed together harder.
you: is there any chance you can sneak away tonight? I want you so bad
Bee <3: I would if I could, honey bee, but we’ve got a strict curfew over here
you: hmm, and here I thought you had a sense of advenure
Moving quietly, you set your phone down on the floor and start recording. You tilt your hips forward and spread your legs, showing off your underwear. Reaching under your skirt, you pull them down to your ankles and then spread your knees wide. The lighting is stupid perfect, bouncing and glowing off your skin.
You right yourself for a moment, double checking the room, before sending it to him.
Bee <3: You’re going to drive me insane, got me all worked up over some slutty little skirt
you: i can wear this when you pick me up on Friday
Bee <3: don’t you dare, I’ll lose it and frag you right on the campus front steps
you: we might have to add that to our bucket list
Bee <3: you like the thought of me fragging you in front of everyone, making sure they know you’re mine? that instead of choosing some dumb football jock, you picked a sports car?
you: he’s actually an advanced robotic organism, but close enough
Glancing up at the clock, you groan seeing you still have 45 minutes left.
you: we might have to cool it down, Bee, I’m getting horny and still have 45 minutes left of class
Bee <3: I can work with 45 minutes
Your eyes grew wide, your heart started to race, a flush marking your cheeks.
you: Bee, we can’t
Bee <3: we can and we will, unless you want me to cum alone…
Another video comes through and you’re glad it’s on mute. The video is clearly from his own eyes, looking down at his hard spike and stroking it harshly. Rough, gripping movements that make your throat close up. Transfluid drips from his tip and he uses that to lube his shaft, and you can just tell it’s making those beautiful sinful wet sounds.
Bee <3: put that hand of yours under your skirt and touch yourself how you wish I would
Inhaling deeply, you make the reckless decision. Holding your phone with your left hand, you start recording. Thankfully these seats have built in desks, so you can hide your naughty activities easier.
Moving just right, you capture pulling your panties tight, exposing your curls and little wet spots on your underwear. Slipping your hand under the elastic waistband, you capture the movement of your fingers under the fabric, teasing your hooded clit and smearing your wetness around.
You send the video and wait, slowly teasing your clit as you see the little bubbles pop up in your text chain.
Bee <3: I can’t wait until I get to do that to you
Biting your lip you stroke faster, teasing your middle finger at your entrance.
you: I can’t either, my hands don’t feel as good as yours
Bee <3: they still do a good job when I’m not there though
You take another video, this time plunging two of your fingers inside your wet pussy. Biting your lip to keep quiet, your eyes roll back in your head at the soft wet sounds coming from under your skirt. Gods, it’s been far too long since you’ve had some alone time with Bee.
Bee’s response was another video of him rough stroking himself, and from his ragged movements and frantic fan whirring, it appeared he was just as gone as you were. His stroked sped up until his hips lifted from the berth and transfluid shot from his spike, spilling down his hand and onto his armor plating.
Bee <3: record yourself cuming on those pretty fingers
And you do, you get your fingers moving in and out of your pussy, your thumb bumping your clit in the same fast pace. Curling your fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion and thinking about Bee cuming sent you over the edge. You somehow didn’t make any noise as your pussy clenched and squeezed on your fingers, a wet spot darkening your panties.
Bee <3: beautifully done, honey bee
You sighed happily, still riding the high of your orgasm when the bell rang, signally class was over. Righting yourself (and washing your hands in the bathroom) you walk along the halls, careful not to bump into anyone.
you: that was perfectly timed
You smiled to yourself, walking out of the main building and along the sidewalk toward your dorm building.
Bee <3: you have no idea
A honk sounded nearby. You’d know that sound anywhere. Whipping your head to the side you see his classic yellow and black stripes in the parking lot. Squealing you rush over and throw yourself into the passenger seat.
“Bee! What are you doing here?” You ask, giggling and enjoying the feel of his leather seats on your legs.
“My girl needed me,” He says through the radio.
“Oh, yeah?” You tease, setting your bag in the backseat.
He revs his engine. “I made a promise with you, that outfit and those front steps that no curfew is going to come between,”
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