More kisses please
Yes I love Brainstorm how could you tell? Totally not based off @scribblecon’s headcanons of him. I love a clingy diva, what can I say?
Summary : your Conjunx loves it when you praise him and he can’t get enough, but maybe you get some in turn too.
Warnings : gn!cybertronian reader nothing really mentioned aside from being of a heavier build. SFW
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Brainstorm has always been one clingy mech even after all these years together that still hasn’t changed. you chuckle nuzzling your face into his neck cables, his arms around your neck as he’s sat comfortably in your lap. His squeals and giggles are still as cute as ever.
“Say it again, pleeease?” The scientist pleads, rapidly fluttering his optics trying to bait you into giving him more.
How different he sounds asking for more praise, once he use to be so teasing like he couldn’t hear you and now here he’s begging for more. You smile pressing more kisses along his neck cables, earning more giddy giggles from him.
“You’re so smart.” you mutter into his metal. Dermas slowly dragged up and under his audial receptor to press another kiss, “My handsome mech, so pretty for me.”
Brainstorm’s shriek is loud in your audials but it’s worth it to see his wings wiggling so happily, and a cute blue blush coating his cheeks.
“Mhm! Tell me more, just a liiittle more.”
You roll your optics playfully, unable to deny your sweet conjunx.
“You’re so needy, Stormy, what have I not been loving you enough?” It’s nothing more than a playful tease, but the smaller mech jumps to defend himself.
“No, of course not! But is it so wrong to want to hear you say sweet things about me?” He sighs dramatically, gold colored optics looking into your rich bright ones, “I’ve missed you for so many cycles, I never thought I’d get to hear your voice again.”
You chuckle at how dramatic he is, you weren’t even gone that long, honest! Just a few weeks on a mission, a task needed to be done, but your beloved Conjunx acts like you’ve been away from him for millions of stellar cycles.
You smile at him, kissing his mask, “Well, you have me now, right? I can make up for lost time now.”
His arms tighten around you pressing your chassis firmly together, one wrong move would scratch both of your paint jobs. The sound of steam releasing makes your finials twitch, watching as his mask retracts to finally reveal his dermas, which he is quick to press against your own. His arms pull back just to place his servos on either side of your face plate, holding you close, pressing his dermas firmer against yours as if this would be the last time he’d ever see you.
you move your servos from his hips and sliding up his back strut, leaving one to rest on his lower back and the other resting between his fluttering wings. Brainstorm hums into the kiss, the feelings almost overwhelming his spark forcing him to pull away to in-vent properly.
“I love you, my pretty mech.” You coo, kissing the corner of his dermas, engine near purring at the texture of his unique intake.
“I love you too, my spark. My stunning conjunx.” Brainstorm spoke, leaning in once more just for a servo to be placed on his cheek and shoved away.
The flight bot looks to you in shock but swiftly sees your flushed cheeks and optics looking away from him.
“Stop that, this is supposed to be about you getting praise, not me.”
Yet that does little to hold back the devious scientist before you, if anything it just makes his grin grow and optics sparkling at the opportunity in front of him.
“What? Are you telling me I can’t tell my Conjunx how pretty they are? How much do they mean to me?”
“Stoooop.”
Yet he does in fact not stop, his dermas puckering and kissing the servo pushing him away.
“Nooo! I need to tell you how stunning you are! Such a thick luscious frame asking to be held, with such a smart intake to sass me with, and beautiful optics catching my attention-mm!”
Brainstorm halfheartedly glares at you, who shoves both your servos over his intake. you toss your helm back against the chair, staring up at the ceiling and trying to still your thrumming spark. You can feel your face plate burning, your cheeks flushed a deep blue as you try to calm down.
The scientist moves under your servos, slamming his helm into your neck cables and kissing furiously wherever he could reach making you squeal at the ticklish sensation. Each kiss getting paired with a soft ’mwah! Mwah! Mwah!’ the wet feeling of his kisses making you squirm under him. your laughter echoing in the lab you two are sitting in, trying so hard to push his helm away and get him to stop.
“S-stormyyy! Quit it- pff! That tickles-!” You shriek, squirming under him and trying to escape his kisses.
“Not until I get it through your helm that I love you!”
“I know! I know!” you tried to plead, you know he cares and adores you! But it falls on deaf audials, you underestimated his affection and just how stubborn he can be when he has a point to prove.
You aren’t going to be freed until he gets all the kisses he’s been saving out of his system.
