pairing: optimus prime/reader
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17538206/chapters/232082466
summary: optimus is stressed out from work. you know how to make him feel better. SMUT
Optimus was exhausted. He’d never admit it out loud (or to Ratchet) but he was so tired. The Decepticons had been mobilizing more often lately resulting in more missions. more meetings and less time for anything else. Everything had to be put on the back burner when lives were at stake, including you it seemed.
You, the Autobots’ PR lady, had plenty to do during times like this. More accidental sightings of the ‘Bots led to magazine and online news headlines. Stories would be told out of context and you’d have to do damage control to make sure public opinion stayed as positive as it could be for an alien race. Today, however, you were off work but you still had a job to do.
You watched Optimus quietly, sitting on the catwalk so you could be eye level with him as he observed the large screen in front of him. For the last two months, your free time usually reserved for him was spent sitting near him as he worked. No conversations, no long drives, no date nights, just quiet observations and tired eye contact. Your conversations were surface level, he not being able to discuss the missions with you since you didn’t have clearance and you not wanting to push him. Your time with him was limited and you didn’t want to spend it stressing him out more. You hoped your presence helped calm him. He told you as much, assuring you that just having you near when possible helped him immensely. “I am just sorry I cannot give you more of my time right now.” He’d said, regret in his tone.
He’d work into the night, making his way into your quarters long after you fell asleep. His holoform would kiss your head and slide under the sheets to hold you while he rested for a few hours. He’d always be gone again before you woke.
You watched him, the way his metal brows fixed in a scowl, his posture not as straight as usual, and an occasional sigh would leave his vents. He needed to relax.
You slowly rose from your seat on the ground and leaned against the railing towards him, observing his optics roam across the screen. “Baby.” You say, reaching out.
He turns his head to you slightly. “Yes, my spark?” Your heart hammers at the nickname. He reaches back. giving you his pointer finger to grab onto.
“It’s getting late. I- Can we please go back to my room a little early tonight? Just for tonight?”
He hesitated. “I should not abandon my work yet. So much has to be done.”
“Please..” You suddenly realize your eyes are burning. He has to notice the unshed tears making their way into your eyes. “I miss you and you need to make some time for yourself too.” He doesn’t reply, his optics going between you and back to the screen. You know it’s because he wants to go with you. You can see the conflict and you know it’s not fair to ask this of him but you know you can make him feel better. “I haven’t made you feel good in so long, Optimus. I wanna make you feel good.”
His optics shudder closed for a moment and when he opens them again his focus is solely on you. His response doesn’t come in words but in actions. He picks you up gently, cradling you in his hands close to his spark as he walks through the base to get to your rooms. He settles you down gently, transforming quickly so that his holoform can step out of the cab of the peterbilt. His black hair is tousled and his eyes are surrounded by dark circles, the exhaustion running so deep his holoform showing it. He approaches you with purpose, grabbing you towards him as soon as you are within reach. He presses you roughly against your door, not caring about the cameras in the hallway seeing your escapades. He hitches his hands under your hips, picking you up so your legs wrapped around him. “I can never deny you.” He says, leaning in to kiss you gently but purposefully. “I have been neglecting you.”
“You’ve been busy. Make it up to me tonight, yeah?”
He kisses you again, one hand leaving your body to open the door behind you. He carries you inside, kicking the door closed behind him, not breaking your mouths apart until he reaches your bed. He sits you down gently on your back and climbs onto the bed on top of you. His pupils are blown wide in his bright blue eyes, he watches you in a way that makes your stomach feel light. You don’t think anyone could ever admire you the way he does. Being loved by a thousands of years old alien being blessed by the primes cannot be compared to. His head dips down to trail kisses down your throat, earning a moan from you immediately. You’d craved his love so badly these months. Your fingers and memories just weren’t enough in his absence.
He gripped you roughly at the sound of your moans, pulling your center flush against his, grinding himself against you harshly. “Primus, I need-“ He grinds against you again, a desperate groan erupting from his throat. He says your name breathily, gripping the waistband on your pants and underwear, ripping them down at the same time and throwing them to the side. He tugs at your shirt, ushering you to rip it and your bra off to expose you completely. “I need to see you.” He leans down again, trailing kisses down your body, paying close attention to your nipples when he gets to them then stopping right above where you crave the heat of his mouth most. You're so wet, you can feel yourself dripping onto the bed beneath. Between the way he’s looking at you and the feel of his mouth on you finally you couldn’t help it. You’d never wanted someone so badly. He kisses your pubic bone, tongue tracing lightly at the skin, his eyes watching you closely, bravely, the whole time.
“Optimus, please.” His tongue is so warm and wet as his trails across your skin, down across the outside of your lips, then on your thighs. Anywhere but where you needed him. “Stop teasing, please!” you were begging him, just like he wanted.
He stopped his movements to watch you carefully, like a predator watching his prey. “I can smell how badly you want me. So patient for me. My girl…” His right hand leaves your hip, slowly trailing down your thigh and to your knee, pushing your legs further apart. The way he looked at your core made it pulse and he noticed. “I am so lucky you want me this way…”
“I only want you. Only you.” You reassure him. You know he needs it.
His hand trails back up, his pointer and middle finger pressing gently at your core, spreading your lips apart to enter you slowly, You let out a disgusting moan, hips rising up to meet his fingers to the hilt. “You are so wet and all for me.” He says more to himself than you. His free hand reaches to grip you as he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you and starts moving. His pace is gentle but purposeful, immediately hitting that special spot in you in such an overwhelming way that your whole body would probably have risen from the bed if he wasn’t holding you down. He watched you closely, eyes filled with lust as he fingered you. “I’m going to make you cum so many times tonight.” He says, body shifting so his face is lowering towards where his fingers entered you. His pace slowed, his focus now going to your clit as he enclosed his mouth around you. His warm tongue circled you as he sucked, his fingers still hitting your sweet spot.This was all too much especially with how long it had been.
“Optimus, you’re so fucking good. You’re-“ You’re cumming, you feel your hips rising up and down to meet his face and fingers in an embarrassing way, but you know it’s only spurring him on more. Your moans are loud, his name spilling past your lips repeatedly as he licks you, letting you ride it out.
He only gives you a moment to recover. He quickly is taking off his boots and belt at the same time, kicking his shoes and pants off within seconds. You notice a wet stain in his boxers before he removes them too, precum pooling in his pants at the show you just gave him. He pulls off his shirt, dog tags being the only thing he wore now. He approaches you, climbing back over you to meet your lips in a heated kiss. You taste yourself on the tongue he shoves in your mouth. You let your hands run up his chest, sliding over his shoulders and behind him to play in his hair.
He adjusts himself a little, positioning his length against your slit before he starts to move, sliding himself up and down you in a teasing manner. He’s gripping the sheets by your head roughly. “I do not wish to rush this time together.”
“Flip us over, Optimus.” He obeys, turning quickly so that you now straddled him, his hard cock resting against your core still. You grind yourself against him a few times to earn some groans from him in that deep baritone you love.
You lean down and kiss him before sliding down his body , taking his dick in your hand. He hisses at the contact, biting his lip in anticipation. You jack him a couple times, your slick making your hand glide easily until you become face level with his length. You lick his tip, his head flying back into the pillows at the contact, your name leaving his throat. You start to suck just the tip, running your tongue across the slit as you did. You continue to grip him tightly, setting a good pace as you run your tongue down across him. One of his hands leaves the bedding to put on the head, his fingers tangling into your hair. His hips jerk up a little, but you can tell he’s trying to hold back. You remove your hand and quickly let your mouth take as much of his generous length as you can, quickly sucking him in a way that you hoped would let him let go. He does, using the grip on your head to make your throat take more of him. His hips start fucking into your mouth at such a rough pace you know he’s about to cum. Your name leaves his lips again “I cannot last.” He says, moments before releasing himself into your throat involuntarily, you swallow as much as you can, the rest mixing with your saliva, dropping down onto him and the bed. He tastes like sugar and metal.
He is breathing heavily, watching you in awe. Before he can speak you slowly make your way back up his body, straddling him again before grabbing him in your hand once more to line him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto him, his hands grabbing your hips immediately to ground himself. You were so tight and warm and wet and he was so sensitive from his last orgasm. When your bodies finally met, you sat there, not moving at first, just letting both of you enjoy the feeling of him inside for a moment. He got restless first, slowly beginning to move up and down inside of you, letting out small exhales at the way your body squeezed and contracted around him. The physical sensations were overwhelming as were the visual ones. Your mouth hung open in ectasy as he fucked into you, his tip hitting your gspot perfectly, your tits bouncing as you rode him. You were so beautiful and otherworldly to him. “I am so lucky.” He murmurs as he watches you. He increases his pace, grabbing you tighter and meeting your hips harder. He needed more.
Suddenly you’re on your back, with a gasp he enters you again, his hands making their way under your thighs to push your legs up so he can enter you deeper. His pace is suddenly rough and unforgiving as he pistons into your body. You feel
heat pooling into your belly, your whole body tingling as your release hits you again. The way your body convulsed around him was too much for Optimus, his next orgasm hitting him immediately, the sounds of both of you releasing at once filling the room. “Dont stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You chant, another orgasm following the last, your whole body felt like it was on fire. You’d never cum this many times in such a short period of time. He keeps up a generous pace to let you ride out the sensations before he gently removes himself from you.
Optimus is still looking at you intently as he moves to lay beside you. He reaches and pulls the blanket over the both of you before he gently grabs your face so that you’re netting his gaze closely “I love you more than words could ever express, my spark.” Optimus says quietly. “I will make more time for us.”
He smiles softly, almost shyly. “Very much so.”
“Rest with me. You can work tomorrow.”
He doesn’t reply but he adjust himself by your side on the mattress, pulling you into his chest as tightly as he can. “I would not leave you tonight for anything.”
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