Flirting (Megatron x Reader)

“We will destroy the humans!” A ripple of approval rose through the small gathering of Decepticons.

Megatron’s elite squadron had been requested to meet in an old abandoned warehouse to further discuss the plans the powerful leader had for Earth.

Unfortunately, that included you. You never liked going to said meetings. Being the only femme in the squadron, you were underestimated, and hit on constantly by the other members.

Most of the comments and cat-calls originated from the disgusting lieutenant Starscream. You shuddered just thinking about that foul bot.

The crowd dispersed, and broke off into small groups for socialization. You stayed in your spot, leaning against the wall, and ignored the looks you got from the males.

Sighing in frustration as Starscream slinked over to your location, you offlined your optics, doing your best to emit an aura that said, “Go away.”

He began talking in his dreadful, screechy voice, completely unaware to the fact that you weren’t listening.

-Megatron POV-
As the group broke out into hushed whispers, he searched the room for the beautiful femme who was a member of his elite squadron.

His red optics soon found her leaning against the side of the building, her face slightly scrunched from irritation.

His spark pounded with jealousy as Starscream conversed with her, though it seemed like a rather one sided conversation.

A growl rumbled at the back of his throat. All of his other followers were always hitting on her, and he hated it.

He wanted to be the only one to look at her with wanting, the only one to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

It seemed foolish, but the powerful Decepticon leader who was intent on destroying an entire planet, was hopelessly head over heels in love.

-Your POV-
Just as Starscream went to put his arm around your shoulders, large footsteps approached, signaling the arrival of your leader.

“Good evening ____.” He greeted you, and you respectfully inclined your head in return, your body heating slightly under his gaze.

You had always admired the leader, and in time, that admiration turned into something more. He then whipped his head to his lieutenant, red optics blazing, “Don’t you have somewhere to be.”

It was his (slightly) polite way to say ‘scram punk’. You giggled as the sniveling coward bowed his head furiously, before scrambling away towards the safety of a different group.

“Thank you.” You let out a sigh of relief, expressing your gratitude. He flashed a strained smile. “Does that happen often…?” You cocked your head, confused as to why Megatron would care.

You internally shrugged, before responding. “Yeah, but I’ve learned to ignore it mostly, though it does bug me sometimes.” He blinked at your straightforwardness.

You thought you had been too frank, until his posture relaxed, and he leaned beside you.

“The problem these younglings have,” he looked around the room at the other Decepticons, speaking in a gentle voice, “is that they do not understand that their lust for another isn’t enough,” his gaze returned to yours, “that the affection must be equal between a couple.”

You felt energon creep to your face plates, ‘Was the Decepticon leader flirting with you?’

You let a mischievous grin slide up your features, ‘Ok, I’ll go along with it….’ “Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow, “And you would know this?”

He looked away almost bashfully, “Well, no actually, I wouldn’t.”

You giggled again as his shy demeanor showed through his usual never-faulting attitude he wore most of the time.

You bumped his arm with your shoulder, “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He flashed a grateful smile, before bumping you back.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you began, casting him a sidelong glance, “I wouldn’t know any better either.”

-Megatron POV-
His spark skipped a beat as she spoke those words. They gave me a slight confidence boost that he so desperately needed.

As their comrades began to filter out of the warehouse, returning to their duties around the world, they talked, about everything, and nothing.

He watched her, greedily soaking in every detail, the way the light reflected off of her ___a/c___ armor, the way she tossed back her head in laughter at something he said, the way that she made his spark jump when their optics met.

Everything about her made him want to take her in his arms and make her his.

-Your POV-
As you two talked, the warehouse slowly emptied, until you both were alone. It was a rare pleasure to see Megatron this relaxed and happy.

Energon rushed to your face as you subtly observed the tall, broad figure, running your optics over his sharp features.

Hell, who were you fooling, you had fallen hard for the leader.

“_____,” his vibrating voice broke you from your daydream.

“Do I, intimidate you?” The question caught you by surprise, but when you gathered your thoughts, you shot him a sweet smile, “Of course not, you may look big and tough, but you’re also kind and caring.”

He smirked, and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against him, “So, this doesn’t intimidate you…?”

Your body heated against his, his actions completely catching you off-guard. Once you composed yourself, you allowed a sly smile drift over your face plates, ‘so, we’re playing this game are we…?’

“No.”

He raised a servo to tip your face up towards his, “How about now…?”

“…no…”

Your spark began to hammer against its chamber as his face drew closer, until mere inches separated him from you.

“Still not intimidated?”

You stared at him through half-lidded optics, “No.”

“Good.”

He brought his mouth crashing down upon yours, causing jolts of pleasure to roll throughout both of your bodies.

As your lips engaged in a frenzied dance, he slammed you into the wall behind you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip into your mouth. He growled against you as you fought against him, and he crushed his lips further onto yours, quickly winning the battle, asserting his indisputable dominance.

He elicited a moan from you as he wandered, exploring what was now his.

Your grip on his broad shoulders tightened as he pushed you harder against the wall, groaning as your flushed body met his.

Finally, you broke away, both of you panting, energon now flowing freely to all regions.

“M-Megatron,” he shivered as you said his name, “what does this mean…?”

His sharp talons caressed your thigh gently, “I love you.” He purred in your ear, making your spark throb in rejoice.

You buried your head in his neck, “I love you too.” He set you down, but didn’t remove his arms from your waist.

“It also means,” He rumbled, “that you gain a promotion to my personal guard.”

You smirked, his personal guard was like an escort, always near him.

“Of course, Lord Megatron.” You said playfully, and he grinned down at you, “I like it when you call me that…”

You laughed, and interlocked a hand in his, content to spend the rest of your life in the arms of your sparkmate.