Steady as She Goes: Nitro Zeus X Reader SMUT
|| Not exactly smut, but a lead in until I can bridge it to the actual smut that I have written. @revelboo requested I post this and I'm glad she gave me another robot husband to fawn over lol Enjoy! ||
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
He’s fast for someone so large and he’s even quicker to start pulling at your clothes, large face pressed against you as he breathes you in while his servos come around and snag on your old NEST uniform.
“W-wait, wait!” he’s going too fast, and you’re caught in a whirlwind of him as he presses you into the grated scaffolding. He’s already got your pants off and now he’s ripping at your lab coat and shirt.
“Stop!” hands against the horns of his helm and the servos around your waist, you push at him.
Why the hell are you stopping him? He’s told you this is what he was going to do the moment he broke out and had you alone. He felt you wanted it too when your scent would shift and your field would sparkle. But Nitro stops, confused and frustrated, and pulls away to regard you.
“Hang on… I can do this. I want to. Just,” you catch your breath and steady yourself, hands still in front of you to push him back again should he keep pressing. “—just slow, okay? Soft and slow at first. Then hard and rough later. Please…”
“Wife, do you know who you’re talking to?”
“My husband.” Your eyes are resolute, but your voice is just above a whisper as you state out the one thing he’d been insisting. Because if you’re his wife, then he must be your husband, and husbands don’t just assault their wives. At least not the good ones, which he knows he is. And he reevaluates you. Thought it’d be hot to just take you disheveled in your work uniform right here in this dilapidated warehouse he’s shacked up in, and that you were as desperate as him. Your biofield is shaky though and you don’t smell aroused. In fact, you look fearful, like he’s some brute who’s going to hurt you, and he finds that he doesn’t like that thought at all.
Carefully he brings you closer by the leg, and you’re thankful he’s not being so rough as before. You think you got through to him by playing into his whole house fantasy and his face is in your space again. This time he waits, and you’re offered the first move when he nudges against your palm. Soft hands move up to caress his horns and then downward to cup his faceplates, marveling and exploring with that prickle in your field subsiding to probing to which he reaches his out to you. There’s a little question of whether you can feel him while his mandibles chitter, and he lets you bring his sideways mouth to yours in a sweet kiss. There are no lips to greet you, but your softness molds to the sharp interlocking parts anyway before pulling back to look at him.
“See? I do want this. Just not so fast.”
And he does notice your field has shifted again and that aroused scent is appearing, slowly. It excites him, and his long, snake-like glossa flickers out to taste the air around you, more sensitive than any other sensory organ he has. You look surprised and he chuckles, and then you surprise him back by reaching out to run your fingers over it, letting it wrap up around your wrist and the back of your hand to nestle into your palm and between your thumb and forefinger. He wasn’t expecting you to hold it like that, leaning in to kiss it deliberately while making eye contact before kissing his mandibles again while your thumb plays with his glossa. His engine revs long and hard and he powers down his optic, enjoying the soft warmth of you. Has he ever had something like that? Someone willing to do the freaky things he likes? He’s always had the long glossa and the sharp denta, but his face is mangled beyond what it once was. He knows he’s different from regular cybertronians, empurata changing his face to something unnatural, but you don’t see it. You don’t mind it provided he’s willing to indulge you first. He’s come to the conclusion that having a wife is awesome and he’s sure as hell keeping you.
