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[jumping-jackalope]

6 non-selfies tyyyy @asnowyplover :)

[optimusxwbu]

A one-shot for Optimus x sexy, horny fem s/o Who teased him while on duty

Btw, I like your story🍦🍧

𓆩♡𓆪 optimus prime x human fem reader 18+

-> warnings/tags: 18+, rough-ish sex, semi-public sex, optimus-“i’m tired of your shit”-prime. 4.3k words.

-> minors dni, you will be blocked!

enjoy fellow gooner, idk if this was the exact vibe u were looking for but n e way🫡 thank u for reading 💌

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You toss slowly, stirring awake from your shallow sleep. You register that you’re awake before your eyes open, a shy groan rumbling in your throat as your eyelids peel open.

There’s a subtle blue hue to this habsuite that you share with Optimus. The colour cascades up the high metal walls and barely stretches to the ceiling. 

Your legs shift, rubbing against the covers and causing a rustling sound. It’s the dead of night, but your lover is not beside you in bed, where he should be. Of course, he isn’t. He’s so wrapped up in this Iacon relic hunt, weaved himself so far into a maze that he cannot seem to escape.

If you were to hazard a guess, he’s probably in the main foyer of the silo, working at that console to decode what he can. It’s a safe bet to assume that everyone else is recharging in their respective habsuites because they’re sensible, they understand that they need to rest so that they’re on top form to face the Decepticons.

You push the covers off yourself before shuffling out of the bed. Bare feet hitting the cold metal floor, you shudder briefly before standing. You reach for a sheer red robe, woven with soft chiffon fabric, to put over your light blue silken pyjamas. 

Making your way out of the habsuite door, the heavy metal creaking as you push it. Delicate pats of your feet lead you into the main foyer, the room is dark and only illuminated with a muted green from the screen that Optimus is standing in front of.

You bite back a yawn as you bring yourself up to his side, noticing that he’s so invested in whatever he’s working through that he hasn’t noticed your presence.

Craning your neck back to look up at him, you disturb the silence in the room.

”Can I come up?”

Optimus’ optics whirr for a moment as he registers the sound of your voice, tearing his focus from the screen to peer down at you. He takes a moment, as if you are some lucid dream rather than a real thing standing before him. 

”Did I wake you, my love?” Optimus’ voice is quiet and soothing as he bends down to offer you his servo to step into.

Grabbing onto the pad of his thumb as you climb into his palm, you shake your head, “no, nothing like that. Just missed you.”

Optimus smiles weakly as he places you on his shoulder. You wriggle around a little, finding a comfortable position between all his pistons, chunks of metal and wiring. 

“I’m sorry, I know this must be challenging for you,” Optimus offers his sympathies as he turns his attention back to the encrypted data dancing over his screen, lines of text moving too quickly for you to catch.

You hum at the back of your throat before leaning to the side, letting your body rest up against his helm.

Moments pass with nothing but the sound of him tapping away at the keyboard, not a word being exchanged between the two of you. You know that his work is important, you understand that what he’s doing right now is part of a bigger picture that you aren’t able to comprehend. 

But that doesn’t stop the selfish bubble that ripples in you. A seed inside of you that is desperate to break the soil, but deprived of the necessary elements to do so.

Your fingers trail along the metal you’re sitting on, using your nails to swirl patterns.

Optimus hesitates, only for a short second, before he continues with his work. The beat that he skipped was picked up by you, you knew him too well at this point. 

You rake your nails, just a fraction harder, to see if it would make him stir. 

It did.

“I’ll tell you what’s challenging,” you begin, voice devoid of any emotion that may give your true state of mind away, “being in bed, on my own, learning the hard way that my fingers are no longer sufficient.”

Optimus stops typing, digits stilling as if they have become frozen in place.

You turn your head to pepper faint kisses on his audial fin, “you know how challenging that is? Realising that no orgasm I derive from my own hands truly satisfies me? Wanting nothing more than my big, strong, handsome mech to fuck me into next week? Just to realise that he isn’t there?”

You hear the static vibrate through Optimus’ vocaliser, before he shortly responds, “you… You are tired, my love.”

”No, Optimus, I’m horny,” you quickly rebuke as you drag your tongue against his audial fin, “I’m horny because you haven’t fucked me in weeks. Haven’t even touched me.”

Although Optimus is not a mech of many words, rarely does he find himself speechless. As of his moment, he truly cannot conjure any words in his processor that would string together as a cohesive sentence. He hasn’t gone back to decoding, he’s looking at the screen, but he isn’t paying attention to it anymore.

You aren’t trying to make him feel bad, you just can’t help how pent-up you are without his touch. He made you this way, showed you the power he wields as a Prime by ravishing you behind closed doors. Made your legs shake and hot tears stroll down your cheeks whilst your brain recoiled with pleasure. He showed you how good you had it with him, satiating himself in your pussy most nights, before he was stripped away from you by all this relic business. 

“You know that this work is important,” he said, a strain to his tone that betrayed the words he spoke. 

Blunt teeth started to nibble on some of the cables that ran up his neck, your hips starting to roll to provide a minimal amount of friction as you ground against the metal pistons meticulously placed in his shoulders.

”A quickie might be good for you,” you countered, “get out all that pent up frustration.”

Optimus’ optics lids felt heavy, falling half shut as he pulled his servos away from the keyboard. He was desperately trying to remain in control, exert a will over his base impulses and keep them at bay.

But they were like a tide, the waves of his needs reaching the shore, over and over and over again.

”Please Optimus,” you whined a needy voice against his neck as the growing wetness between your legs stuck to the silk of your pyjamas, “please fuck me.”

With a grunt, he brought his servo up to wrap around your middle, grabbing you and pulling you off him as he settled you back down onto the ground. You took a moment to find your footing, not expecting him to act so quickly.

Without another second passing, he mass displaced.

A surprised gasp erupted from your lungs as his imposing frame stalked towards you, your prey instincts urging you to run. Right now, you felt like a rabbit being honed in on by a hound. Oh, he was worked up.

“Go get on the couch,” he grumbled his command. 

Your eyes flitted up to the platform, where the couch and TV were. You looked back at him for a moment before nodding, swift feet gliding you through the foyer to reach the steps up to the platform.

As you started to walk up the steps in haste, not daring to turn around to look behind you, you felt Optimus’ imposing presence swallow the air behind you. 

Halfway up the steps, you felt his cold and large servo wrap around your ankle, planting you midway through your journey. 

He pulled on your leg, not hard enough to make you fall, but hard enough to make you stumble and grab onto the handrail to keep yourself somewhat upright.

”Actually, I’ll just take you here,” Optimus announced, grip around your ankle tightening as the other servo came to settle between your shoulder blades, pushing you down so that you were bent over on the stairs.

”O-On the stairs?” You asked, accepting your fate and bending over willingly, knees set on the steps whilst one hand held onto a spindle on the staircase, the other gripping onto the step in front of you.

”You’re the one that is so desperate to be fucked, are you complaining about where I decide to do it?”

You shook your head, “no! No, I’m not—“

Your words were harshly interrupted by a yelp from Optimus grabbing your ass with both servos, squeezing the pliant flesh. He pushed the fabric of your chiffon robe up, letting it bunch up and hang over your waist.

His digits made quick work of your pyjama shorts, pulling them down to your knees. The cold air of the base hit the heat between your legs, the evidence of your excitement glistening. 

Your body swayed forward, the top of your thighs pressed up against the edge of a step. He pushed his body into yours, hips and pelvis meeting your warm body. The added pressure caused the edge of the step to dig into your thighs, a wince seething through your clenched teeth.

You made a thought to protest, but before you could utter any words, his long digits wound around to grab your jaw, clenching tightly as he ground his unexposed interface panel against your ass. 

You pout as you try to gyrate back against him, attempting to tease him. Optimus’ control over his situation was always steadfast, you had no hope of actually whittling him down. You’d be damned if you wouldn’t try, though. 

The beautiful mech pulled your body against him firmly before his free servo travelled around your body, moving down to settle between your legs and find that point of pleasure that always had you screaming his name. 

His derma feather lightly against the shell of your ear as he hunched himself over your body, “needy little thing.”

Using the pad of his middle digit, he pressed against your clit and began to draw lazy circles to make you whine slowly. His engines are practically purring in your ear and he plays with you, bodies flush against one another. 

You gasp as he ups the pressure, a hand coming back to wrap around his audial fin to stabilise yourself. You preen as your back arches, pressing your ass further against him. Bolts of pleasure shot through your core and ran down your thighs. 

Optimus’ optics burned with lust as he could tell you were trying to usher his spike out of its casing, desperate to feel the weight of it against you. 

“I must prepare you properly before I take my spike out,” Optimus teased, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to press all of your buttons. He removes his servo from your jaw, pulling back to grab a servo-ful of your ass. 

Your head drops down in defeat, eyebrows frowning as you feel the growing itch that needs to be scratched. An itch that can only be quelled by his spike stretching you.

The Autobot leader continued his treatment to your clit, your cunt lubricating in anticipation of what was to come. The promise hung in the air, it held its own gravity in the atmosphere.

He treated you like a sculpture, smoothing you with patient servos as he worked you up to how he wanted you. Stimulated your clit with strong circular motions until you were dripping wet.

”I need something inside of me,” you protested, “please! Please, inside, I need it inside right now.”

Optimus grinned at the way you were writhing beneath him, clit throbbing as he gave generous strokes. The desire he concocted inside of you was a low hum in your veins. He was a question that lingered on your lips, one you answered with your entire body. 

He complied with your wishes, moving his digit down so that he could prod at your hole, your slick accumulating on the first joint. 

With ease, his digit slipped inside of you and only stopped when the full digit was inside. 

You shift back again with a light sigh, trying to entice him further. You give out those small, little moans that you know he adores. They always drive him wild, always make him feel like putty in your hands and unable to resist the coding in his circuits that commands he ruins you.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you breathe out as his finger works in and out of you, curling the first joint so that it brushes against the spongey wall that will have you seeing stars in no time.

You bring the hand that was on his audial fin to loosely grasp his wrist, mainly to keep him inside your pussy more than anything. 

Optimus showed his denta so that he could gently start nibbling on the shell of your ear, causing pleasant tingles to skitter down your spine. 

“I apologise for being neglectful of your needs,” Optimus hushed against you, “though I fully intend to make up for it now.”

Your head lolled to the side as your senses began to blur. You were so sensitive, so responsive to every touch, considering that you hadn’t had any attention from him in close to four weeks. 

Your hips were practically humping against his hand, greedy for more. Your juices trickled down his digit and started to pool in his palm. His fingers pushed and dragged in and out of you at such an agonising pace, you could feel your arousal doubling with each moment that his digit treated your hot cunt. Your mind was reeling as you began to grip the step tighter, knuckles going white. 

His digits picked up rapidly, fucking into you with the sole purpose to make you lose yourself on his digits. Your hand released his wrist, instead grasping back onto the spindle as you let out repeated moans and cries of pleasure. All you could do was submit to him, allow him to take your body on this ride.

Optimus was doing everything in his power to make you tremble. You bucked your hips up, eager and on edge for more of his touch, you felt your body temperature rising, and your coughed-up whimpers echoed through his audials. You were trying to regain control of your body, but you were slowly losing grip of it, not able to pry it from Optimus’ iron grip.

Without announcement, you feel the panels that obscure his spike shift, before a slow sound tells you that his spike is pressurising. You feel it run up the slit between your legs, the hot metal cradling perfectly against you. 

“There you are,” you exhale, a smirk spreading on your lips to expose your teeth. Fuck, it had been so long since he was last inside of you. You needed this, like dry earth reaching for a downpour, desperate to be fulfilled. 

His pace doesn’t let up, he continues to drill his digit into you as his other servo kneads the flesh of your ass. You feel yourself teetering on that edge, knowing that you’re close and knowing that Optimus won’t deny you this pleasure.

You start to pant as you feel yourself ascending, rogue tears spilling over your waterline. The muscles in your throat tense before you can warn him of your oncoming orgasm, the thread snapping inside of you with a scream.

Your cunt quivers around his finger as he slowly stills his movements, keeping his digit inside for a moment before slowly drawing it out, the edges of his digit dragging against your walls.

There is no moment to recover before Optimus is lining the tip of his spike against your hole with one servo, he begins to mount you. The slow push of his cock forces your cunt to stretch, your eyes becoming half-lidded, fogged with a daze.

“Can you take it, my love?” Optimus says with a hint of smugness, hips moving wickedly slow. 

You nod enthusiastically, “yes, yes I can take it.”

“Are you sure?” If you could see his face, you’re sure there would be a rightful smirk on his lips, “this is just the tip, and look at how your little hole is struggling.”

You preen, back arching, “please! Please, please, I can take it, I can!”

Forcing another inch in, you heard the pride swell in his chassis, “oh, look at how well you’re opening up for me. Would you like more?”

Your muscles tense as you gasp, more nods rattling from you, “yes, I want more. More, more!”

“Oh my love, I don’t think you can take it, this is only half and you’re already squirming.”

His length feels endless, but there is a red thread that is pulling you through this dream with him. It’s rare to see Optimus flaunting himself like this, speaking to you with such an inflated sense of pride. But you loved it more than a moth loves a flame.

“Tell me you can do it,” Optimus chides.

“I can do it, please, please fuck me.”

“If you’re sure,” the metal hunk slams the rest of his length past your tight heat, fully sheathing himself until his hips hit your ass, the plumpness jiggling from the impact.

You scream out, louder than you intended to.

Optimus arches over your form again, the movement causing his spike to shift inside of you, before he whispers into your ear.

“Remember that I love you, my dear, because I am about to fuck you like I don’t.”

The words are like music to your ears, better than any symphony any composer could dream of mimicking. 

Your immediate cries were bent in your throat as he pulled back just to thrust his spike back into you. Your cunt engulfed him wholly with a welcoming satisfaction.

The suddenness made you dig your nails into the palms of your hands and choke on air. There was not even a ray of compassion in how he started, pumping into your body with full force and at a hard pace. Your thighs bumped against the edge of the step, more than certain you were going to be covered in bruises by the morning.

Your eyes welled with tears as you tried to catch your breathing, but his cock tested you so obscenely you couldn’t help but feel every inch of him completely ruining your pussy.

"Optimus!" you cried out, brain frying from his actions. His hips fucked you like an animal in heat, like he was on his own warpath to bask in gladiatorial glory. 

"You're being awfully loud, what if you wake the others?" Optimus queried, taunting you further with a calm tone, but you could tell he was enjoying this.

You reacted with another scream, "fuck, you better make me cum quickly then," a gasp of a laugh pushing from your lips as you tried to rein him in.

"Oh, just once? No, I have weeks of orgasms to make up for. I will not let you escape from under me until I have reclaimed what is mine."

He could feel your heartbeat pulsing around his spike, it was sending him absolutely feral with lust, no better than a beast clawing at the bars of his cage.

The heat of his frame radiated onto you as his spike jackhammered like it was the only thing he was good for. Your legs were twitching, your breath shallow and short, trying your best to accommodate him.

You were tempted to bite down on your lip to keep your noises to a minimum, but you knew that hearing the effect he had on you only fuelled him more, so you let it all go. You screamed, cried, keened and moaned as he showed your body the best treatment he ever had.

Your eyes rolled back into your head once more as you couldn’t help the high-pitched yelps that sounded foreign to your own ears. You had never felt pleasure like this, no doubt amplified by your involuntary celibacy in the past weeks.

"Little thing, unable to keep their hands to themselves, having to distract me whilst I'm working," he grasped your hip and used it as leverage to up his pace even more, which you didn't think was possible. The metal of the stairs was groaning under the force at which he took you.

"You- you're going to break the stairs," you wheezed, eyes defocusing as your cunt soaked his length, hearing the wet slaps every time his pelvis slammed against you. Your juices shoot down to the steps, starting to decorate your thighs.

"Oh dear, and how will you explain that to Agent Fowler?" Optimus jibed, "how will you explain that you couldn't get your horniness in check, so much so that it led to the stairs getting broken?"

His words, his tone, the implications of what he was saying, it was enough to drop you into the white abyss of pleasure. Only he could talk his way into making you cum, but you certainly weren’t complaining. The tightly woven thread of the embroidery that hung in your mind all frayed, snapping completely as you felt yourself clench around Optimus’ spike, waves of your orgasm squirting onto the steps below.

“Now that’s it,” Optimus praised, “that’s a good girl.”

You wept in response, finally being overcome with the release you desperately needed, squeezing your eyes shut as your thighs and ass began to sting from his harrowing pummelling. When you were like this, it was like he was a river that had found its course. His wings unfurling in still air, this is where he belongs.

He was destined to come to Earth, all so that he could fuck you, just like this.

His spike used you as if you were his custom-made spikesleeve, cries of his name spilt from your lips like a mantra. He was the only thing you could think about, his spike creating its path inside of you the only thing that you could feel.

You come to understand that it isn’t a matter of if the others in the base have heard you, it’s a matter of if they’ll be able to look you in the eye in the morning. Your habsuite has soundproofing, which means that any activities the two of you indulge in are not heard by the outside world.

But here? In the foyer? The thrill of being out like this, in a public space that anyone could walk into, it caused more fuel to the fire that rampaged on inside of you, scorching everything except Optimus. 

The thought of any of Team Prime stumbling into the room to see what the ruckus was about, just to be met with the image of their beloved leader fucking your brains out on the staircase, it made you go a little dizzy with adrenaline. 

Your second orgasm comes about much faster than the last, your body at the peak of this mountain and unwilling to traverse back down, the sensations coursing through your veins. Your clit throbs as you start to feel overstimulated, eyes going wide as you whine needily, drooling from the pleasure.

Optimus continues to pump himself in and out of you, drowning in the tightness of your pussy. He could never imagine taking another lover after you, nothing else could even come close to how you feel as you milk his spike for buckets of his transfluid. Your body is simply a vessel for unbridled and unadulterated eros, your soul claws at your ribcage to bind with his spark. 

His engines rev as he feels himself reach for the sun, the lashes of the flame overtaking him as he audibly lets out a long moan, thick ropes of hot pink transfluid spurting from his tip to empty into your womb, giving everything he has to offer. 

The revs of his engine and the sound of his moan make your eyes roll back, the noise so sexy that you can’t believe it’s real. 

Optimus stills, spike fully sheathed inside of you whilst you both bring yourselves down from this moment. 

Your lover turns his head to place a loving kiss against your cheek. You melt into him, feeling his transfluid starting to trickle down the inside of your thighs. 

“Was I too rough?” Optimus asks with concern.

“No,” you sigh happily, leaning back against him to turn your head and kiss him on the lips, “you were perfect.”

Optimus smiles, pulling his spike from your used hole. 

Your body feels weak, you don’t trust yourself to stand up and not fall down the stairs. Which, by some miracle, are not broken.

Your gentle mech has already considered this, so he grips the waistband of your shorts to pull them back up over the curve of your ass before wrapping his arms around you, maneuvering you to pick you up bridal style.

The remaining amount of his transfluid builds up against the fabric of your shorts, acting somewhat as a barrier.

You giggle as he pulls you close to him, walking down the steps with you. 

“Those steps are a slipping hazard if we don’t clean it up,” you chuckle against him, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. 

Optimus peers back up the steps. The visibility in the room is less than ideal considering the only real source of light is from the monitor he was previously working on. He hums, nodding once.

“I’ll get up earlier to clean them,” he tells you, before looking down at you and making his way out of the foyer towards your shared habsuite, “for right now, I would just like to hold you in our berth.”

Your heart patters at that, heat spreading to your cheeks in a blush. 

You reach up to kiss him on his cheek, “I would like that.”