Hrrrrnnn.... old forgotten shiiiiiipp that I looooove...
I also forgot a long fic I wrote for them~
“Optimus, get up!”
She didn’t even get a grumble of protest; he just laid on his side, facing the wall. She folded her arms crossly, tapping her pede impatiently. They were supposed to be at the meeting several minutes ago, and Optimus was still lying in bed. She didn't want to show up any later, much less without the leader of the Autobots.
“I’m going to leave without you,” she warned, still waiting for a reaction from him. He stayed right where he was.
“Fine, I'll just tell everyone the mighty Optimus Prime wanted to stay in bed instead of attending this important meeting.” She tried one last time, waited, and got the same result. Finally, she threw up her servos and turned to leave.
All in the same second, Optimus sat up, threw his legs over the berth, wrapped an arm around Elita's hip, and threw her effortlessly back onto the berth. Elita bounced slightly, not even able to utter a sound of surprise. Optimus appeared above her, the slightest smile on his face.
“Optimus!” She exclaimed when she found her voice. “What are you doing? We have a meeting to attend!” She tried scooting to the edge of the berth, but he planted a servo to block her. She tried squirming downwards to slip under his chest, but he seized her hips and heaved her higher onto the berth, her helm flopping onto a pillow. She squawked in protest, pushing his shoulders away to escape.
“If you keep struggling, I will drop my resolve and take you right now,” he murmured huskily.
Elita froze, stunned by his unanticipated words. She tried to respond, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a surprised eep.
“Good femme,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.
“Optimus,” she protested, though the kiss was very nice. “The meeting.”
“Who cares? I’m more concerned about the gorgeous femme in my berth,” he purred, licking his lips. Elita was caught in his smoldering gaze, and a slight blush spread across her face. She shifted her hips a little, trying to at least make herself comfortable. Grinning hugely, Optimus pulled out a soft blindfold from seemingly nowhere, showing it to her. Elita stared at it, and her blush flared hotter when she realized his intentions.
“I love you,” he praised, kissing her lips. Still in disbelief of his sudden actions, she snuggled down into the berth, a little thrown with his ministrations. She kinda knew what he was planning to do, but from his body language and lingering touches, she was getting embarrassingly nervous. Optimus tied the blindfold around her optics, kissing her cheek again. His servos cupped her face, his warm lips pressing to her forehelm. Her mouth inevitably cracked into a smile; how could it not? He kissed her forehelm multiple times, moving downwards slowly, taking his sweet time. When he reached her cheeks, his thumbs began grazing her chin, stroking the sensitive protoform. He never got to her lips, always kissing a trail along her chin to switch to the other cheek, much to her disappointment. Elita knew what he was doing now. Eventually, he smooched the corner of her mouth but pulled away before she could capture him in a kiss.
“Optimus,” she complained, all thoughts of the meeting disappearing with the warmth of his love radiating in their bond. “let me kiss you.” She puckered her lips and blindly kissed the air, earning a chuckle.
He shifted, and she could feel his venting on her neck. “Retract your armor that cannot be removed physically, love,” he said smoothly, peppering her neck and collarplating with quick, wet kisses.
Elita did as she was told, purring in satisfaction from the kisses she was receiving; this was turning into a pleasurable time. With a few soft clicks and hisses, her main armor was stowed away, her bare protoform still framed by extra, hardy pieces of armor on her shoulders, hips, breastplating, and abdomen. Optimus hummed in appreciation, one servo dipping down to slide down her side.
“You are so beautiful, Elita,” he whispered, nosing under her chin and tilting her helm up. “My dear sweetspark, you put all other femmes to shame.”
Elita was about to deny his alluring statement with a joke when his denta sunk into the protoform of her neck, making her choke.
“Oh, did I hurt you? I’m sorry sweetspark.” He dragged his glossa over the bite, making her squirm. “Lemme fix that for you.”
Elita, again, tried to speak, but Optimus latched his mouth onto that spot on her neck and began sucking, no doubt working it into a love bite. He was vigilant, making sure it would be quite visible for those to see later on. He rarely did this, but he wanted to do everything he could to his femme while he had her in these precious moments. Elita tried to be quiet, she really did, but with his helm buried in her neck, a few nice sounds escaped her throat. Optimus didn’t stop until she had a good amount of hickeys decorating her neck and throat. He then returned to kissing her cheeks and chin, his thumbs sliding into her breastplating armor.
“You are so gorgeous, my Elita,” he praised lovingly. “So very beautiful. I can never keep my optics off you.” His thumb pressed into the base of a breast, making her squeak. “Or, it is servos?”
He kissed rapidly down her chin to her hickey-covered neck to her front, halting at the piece of armor protecting her bosom from harm, or, in this case, his servos.
“Can I take off your armor for you, sweetspark?” he crooned, massaging the base of that particular piece of armor as he gazed at her blind optics.
“Be my guest,” she vented, barely able to prevent herself from trembling. His slow teasing was really getting to her.
Optimus carefully and gingerly removed her front armor, smiling widely when her big bust was finally revealed. She was bigger than most femmes, but he never compared her verbally to anyone else. He set the armor on the floor, returning above her. Elita shifted, her face warming a little. She never liked to expose her breastplating, even around Optimus; she always felt a little too big for any optics to see. But Optimus wanted to worship her tonight, love every bit of her, and that included her big boobs (though she hated to refer them to that).
Optimus took both mounds in her servos, just appreciating how they felt in his grasp for a moment. They were soft and slightly squishy, bouncing when he jiggled them. Elita made a small noise, overly sensitive in that area. He smoothed his thumbs over her nipples, the little nubs tightening in his palms.
“Oh, lover,” he breathed, palming her over and over again. “you’re perfect. Stunning. I love your big breasts. I love to touch them, tease them…”
“Optimus,” Elita whined, her venting now audible. “you know they’re sensitive.”
He chuckled. “But isn’t that the best part?” He plucked her nubs gently, earning several gasps and sudden whines. They became erect and strained in his servos, arching in the air from the simulation. Elita had a pillow in her grasp, fighting to keep herself composed.
Optimus dipped his helm, brushing his lips over one nub. Immediately she stilled, holding her breath. He settled into himself, then sealed his lips over that nub, causing her to release that held vent shakily. He kept himself there, though he was tempted to suck her whole breast into his mouth and make her squeal. But he took it slow, just teasing it slightly. Elita mewled quietly, her legs clamping together as she gripped the pillow. He suckled the nub, molesting it passionately with his glossa until his mate voiced her pleasure. She squirmed and moaned loudly, shooting rapid tingles of arousal down his frame. Optimus then used his servo to pluck and tease the other, leaving neither unattended.
“Ah! O- Optimus!”
Optimus rumbled a reply, his slow, teasing mindset becoming clouded with lust and desire. He wished he had more servos so he could tease her breasts while stripping her of her remaining armor. He pulled off her nub with a wet pop, then switched to the other nub, his thumb rubbing his oral lubricant off the first one. Elita was melting in the berth, her breasts aching with pleasure. It felt so good she could barely moan. Optimus sucked and plucked her nubs until his mouth was dry and she became sore. He detached himself, mouth and servo, licking his lips. Elita sucked in a breath from the sudden lack of contact, when finally, finally, he kissed her lips deeply. There was no glossa, just squishy lip smooching.
“How was that?” Optimus murmured when he pulled away.
“Why don’t you take off the rest of my armor and I’ll show you,” she panted blindly, arching her back slightly.
Optimus smiled widely, though she couldn’t see it. He busied himself with removing the rest of her armor, dumping it quite noisily on the floor. He would press hasty kisses to her newly exposed protoform, until she was lying beneath him, completely exposed. He paused, optics glistening as he admired his alluring mate. She licked her lips nervously, not able to predict his next move without being able to see.
“Hmm, where should I start,” he hummed to himself. “I don’t think I have the patience to kiss every part of you.”
Elita squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the tight spot in between her legs. It had been there since he had thrown her on the berth and spoken in his deep, sexy voice. It was also getting increasingly uncomfortable.
“Can I take the blindfold off?” Elita asked innocently.
Optimus chuckled, interlocking his digits with hers before pinning her servos to the berth. “Not just yet.”
Elita grumbled in disagreement but quickly silenced herself when he forcefully pressed his lips to hers. He just couldn’t kiss her enough; he wanted to consume her lips every chance he got. He nipped at her lips, smoothing them with his glossa, tilted his helm just so; anything to get a reaction out of her. Elita was quickly overwhelmed, assaulted with his teasing lips. A noise escaped her throat, trying to match his pace; she hated not being able to keep up. They made out hungrily, clutching servos, tilting helms, and pressing their bodies against one another. Optimus had retracted all his armor so he was naked too, but he was so involved with kissing her he hadn’t made a move to continue. Elita finally broke away first, if only to cycle a new vent into her heated systems. Her optics were blown wide despite the blindfold, her face flushed slightly with adrenaline from their make-out session. She just really wished she could see her mate’s face.
“I love you,” she breathed, grinning foolishly.
“I love you too,” Optimus purred. “Primus, I can’t kiss you enough. Did you know I adore kissing you? I just can’t get enough of your plump lips.”
Elita giggled embarrassingly, but Optimus continued.
“Your mouth tastes delicious; I can’t get enough of your taste. I always want to tangle my glossa with yours and kiss as hard as I can. I don’t even wanna interface with you, I just want to hold you and make you breathless.” He dipped his helm, tonguing just under her audio. “I just want to worship you with my glossa.”
Elita squirmed and bit her lip, having no idea how to respond. He really got her when he talked in that sexy way. Optimus kissed her shoulder, then leaned back on his haunches, releasing her servos. He took a moment to just appreciate her frame, from her strong arms, hourglass torso, beautimous breasts, wide hips, and curvy legs. She laid out beneath him like a gorgeous goddess, almost unreal from her serene beauty. Optimus felt himself falling in love with her all over again.
“Now can I take the blindfold off?” Elita asked impatiently when he had taken his moment.
Optimus chuckled and gently tugged it off her helm, tossing it to the side. “Don’t know why I put it on in the first place.”
Elita rolled her optics before pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Optimus’ servos settled on her hips as she lovingly stroked the back of his helm. He hummed into the kiss, having not a worry in the world. He could stay in bed with her forever and never be unhappy. He wanted to praise her again, but he knew she was getting tired of it, so he just loved her with his lips. As soon as she began to make little “mmph” sounds, he took action. Snatching up her hips, he abruptly turned on his side and kept himself in motion until he was on his back and she was sitting in his lap. Elita blinked in surprise, her servos hovering in the air hesitantly. Optimus gave her a big smile and she settled with resting them on his stomach. She had to admit, she loved to see him at this angle. She loved his broad chest and powerful shoulders that could protect her without waiver, or pin her to the wall and have his way with her.
“So pretty,” he smiled cheekily.
Elita grinned and pressed a digit to his lips. “Hush up, handsome.”
Optimus surprised her by trapping her digit in his mouth, maintaining strong optic contact the whole time. His glossa snaked over the tip, chuckling at her expression. He sucked on it a few more times before forcing it out with his glossa.
“What, you didn’t think this would turn into innocent kissing time, did you?”
Elita blinked. “You sucked my breasts like they were candy and teased my nubs so much they’re still sore.” She grasped her breasts and squished the soft protoform together. “They’re still swollen. Primus, I forgot how your mouth can make my nipples hard. You’re dangerous with that glossa.”
He chuckled huskily. “Indeed I am.”
Elita smirked, shifted her weight around on her aft. “So, what do you plan on doing to me tonight?”
He placed his servos lightly on her bare hips. “I dunno,” he said casually. “I was planning on kissing every part of you until we were both breathless, which I kind of accomplished. Only, I got distracted by-“ he gestured to all of her. “and got impatient.”
Elita cocked an optic ridge. “A little impatient?” She bounced her breasts in her servos and bit her lip seducingly to give him a show.
Optimus couldn’t help but groan from that. “Okay, I was very impatient, but can you blame me?” He gave her his best mechanopuppy eyes.
She giggled, shifting up his frame a little. “I can never blame you.” She leaned down, placing her servos on his broad chest, and kissed him. He kissed back with rising hunger, a deep rumble blossoming in his chest. He lifted his strong hips just slightly, then set them back down quickly. It wasn’t a large movement, but it was just enough for Elita to feel the wave of his frame moving beneath her. She broke off the kiss abruptly, her optics blown wide. They stared at each other for a minute, until Optimus rolled his hips again and she gasped just the slightest.
“Aren’t you going to prepare my valve first?” She asked in a slur, digits curling into her palms.
Optimus snorted, then unexpectedly removed his codpiece, his spkie sliding up between her aft cheeks. A gasp erupted from her, startled from the hard spike pressing against her aft.
“I think you’ll manage,” he murmured.
Elita squeezed her optics shut, struggling to keep her composure. She had never felt anything quite like this before, and she really wasn’t complaining.
“You like that?” He teased, moving his hips just right so his shaft strained in between her cheeks. Elita was visibly struggling, vents short and optics half-closed from the sensation.
“Optimus-“ she managed to force out, gasping slightly.
“Yes, say my name, just like that,” he urged, moving his hips more.
“Optimus,” she repeated, a little louder. “Please…”
“You want my spike?” She nodded vigorously. “Well, I would’ve thought you could last longer.” He kept his rough pace, grinding his hard spike into her soft cheeks. He could feel a little warm lubricant seeping out of her tight valve, still sealed despite what they had gotten themselves into. Elita whined and slapped his chest weakly. “Ahh~ you know I can’t do it by myself.”
He giggled foolishly, grasping her hips. “Then I’m here to help. Open your valve.”
Elita did as she was told, her panel sliding open with an audible click. The thick smell of her reached his olfactory sensors, his spike hardening even more. He loved the smell of her sex.
Elita pressed a servo to her groin, a little tighter than she wanted to be. With a questioning look from him and a nod from her, Optimus raised her hips and aligned himself with her tight opening. When his stiff tip first pressed into her puffy folds, Elita sucked in a vent, never used to the feel of their first contact. Struggling just slightly, Optimus lowered her slowly onto his spike, his arms trembling. She began gasping slightly as he filled her bit by bit until her hips were once again flush with his. She was panting now, her thighs clenched around his hips as she struggled to get accustomed to the big bulge in her groin. Optimus loved seeing her like this: optics closed, mouth opened in a pant, servos clenched on his chest, breasts aching in pleasure, and full of his spike. It was in this position that she could really fit him.
“Oh yes,” she finally moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“You good?” he breathed, his own chest heaving.
She nodded, a fat smile plastered on her face. She couldn't express enough how much she enjoyed doing this with him.
“Can I start moving now?”
A slight nod from her was all he needed; holding her hips, he began to move his up and down, up and down, until Elita was riding him like a wave. Her servos flew to her face to clamp her mouth shut or fell back down to dig into his abdomen, or hover in the air from the amazing feeling of his spike plunging deep inside her. He was panting from the effort, groaning from the sensation of her wet, puffy folds clenching around his hard spike as he rolled his hips into hers. The squelching sound of his spike thrusting into her sopping wet valve increased with each of their gasps.
“Yes- aah!” Elita whined happily when Optimus abandoned her hips to grab her breasts, thumbs pressing into her nubs. She nearly overloaded from that alone. “Deeper, ple- aaaah- Optimus! Faster- oooh...”
Groaning, Optimus complied, and soon his rhythm changed from steady rolling to fast thrusting. Elita cried out from the sudden change, but it quickly died out into a loud moan. He was panting and grunting now, his servos dropping to hold tightly on her sides to help himself along. Elita bounced on his hard spike, helm tilted back in complete ecstasy. Her transfluids were sloshing out of her valve with every thrust, staining his groin and thighs. Her rapid little “ah ah ah” sounds came with every thrust, both of them straining to keep their rhythm.
“Oooooooh I'm close Optimus,” Elita moaned, her dropping forward. “Oooh, you feel so good inside me. Harder, love, please…”
Optimus groaned, slowing just slightly to return to rolling his hips aggressively. “Ah, you're so tight, Elita. Primus, I love feeling your heat.”
The berth was moving beneath them now, rocking forwards and backward as their movements increased. Elita planted her servos on his chest and started slamming her groin into each of his hard thrusts, her moan faltering as his spike positively plummeted her valve. The berth was creaking now, the noise egging them on.
“Optimus,” Elita cried. “I'm so c-close! Oh, love, I’m gonna over-ooooh!!”
“Come on baby scream for me,” Optimus urged, his own overload approaching rapidly with every deep thrust.
Elita gasped once, twice, then came with a cry as her climax erupted inside her. Her lubricant gushed out of her valve in a flood of pink, coating his spike in her fluids. When Optimus saw this, he came with a small groan, shooting off inside her like a faucet. Elita squealed when she felt his hot fluids erupt inside her, having a smaller overload as his lubricant no doubt doused her valve in his seed. They kept thrusting until they had both finished, their hips now covered in each other's fluids. Finally, Optimus halted his hips, panting heavily. Elita was weak and trembling, barely able to keep herself up. He caught her shoulder, and she collapsed on his chest with a satisfied groan. He winced when his spike was wrenched in her valve as she fell forward, but didn't complain. It took a long time until they could wrap their arms around each other and speak.
“Primus,” Elita finally said with a huge sigh.
Optimus chuckled and kissed her helm, stroking her bare back with a servo. “We didn't last very long.”
Elita laughed lightly. “You did make me come twice though.”
“I did? Maybe I haven't lost my touch then.”
Elita giggled and shifted, too satisfied to moan as his spike moved inside her. “You never will.”
Optimus grunted as he tried to pull Elita higher up his chest, trying to pull his spike out of her now loose valve.
“Scrap, Elita,” he cursed, embarrassed. “Could you lift your hips for just a second?”
She giggled again but did as he asked. He quickly put his spike away, pulling her closer. She tucked her helm in his neck, sighing blissfully. The afterglow of their intercourse had yet to fade, so they laid in each other's arms pleasurably. Every so often Optimus would kiss her helm, and she would smile from it. She slid her servo into his free one, lacing their digits together.
“I love you,” she crooned, nuzzling his collar with her cheek.
“Impossible,” he murmured. “I love you more.”
