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Sentinel Prime x Bloodmoon (OC) Office AU - "A Job Well Done"
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Sentinel sitting in his big office chair, one leg crossed over the other, resting his smirking face in one hand idly as Bloodmoon ruts against his black leather Oxford's. The hem of her fitted pencil skirt lifted to her waist, she leaned back on her arms to steady herself while her hips rolled against the smooth solid tip of Sentinel's shoes. The friction oh so delicious against her dripping valve and glowing anterior node. Spinal strut arching and helm falling backwards, she offlined her optics as her thrusts became erratic and lost their rhythm. She could feel the charge bubbling under her plating, itching to be released, but the build up was cut short as Sentinel pushed against her valve, a sharp moan cutting through the thick air as she was stopped in her tracks.
"Ah-Ah-Ah," He shook his head as he eyed her stunned frame, "...You've got another shoe to shine. Can't have you finishing your job halfway through, now can we?"
With a reluctant, pleading pout on her lips, Bloodmoon sat up from her straddling his shoe, a string of transfluid following her coated valve where they were once connected. Her inner thighs were covered in her own fluids, the edges of her thigh high stockings stained and wet.
Shifting his legs to spread wide in his office chair, Sentinel moved his dry, unpolished shoe to nestle between Bloodmoon's legs.
"Sit." He commanded, and she gratefully followed his order, adjusting her hips to comfortably saddle against the leather tip. The returning pressure to her node sent a wave of relief through her body, aching need of release so prominent in her mind she almost forgot she has a job to do.
Starting slow, she circled her hips with feather-light effort, making sure she didn't cum before her work was done. She knew she would fall apart if she rushed into it, and that wouldn't do at all. Wanting to savor the feeling of a job well done, she knew if she did good, Sentinel would reward her. Maybe letting her suck his spike until he overloads on her tongue. Maybe he'll lay her on his desk and lap at the mess she made of her valve, savoring the taste of her hard work. And maybe, just maybe, if he's feeling generous, he'll hold her up by the waist while he pounds into her dripping wet heat, stretching her full and plugging her transfluid-filled valve with his thick spike.
Flooding her mind with scenarios of "what-ifs" was enough to get her back on the edge, valve clenching around nothing while she rutted desperately against the now slippery tip of Sentinel's shoe. Obscene moans and whines and whimpers filled the room as she teetered on the edge of an overload. With labored breaths, she looked up with pleading eyes at the mech responsible for making her fall apart at the seams,
"Please, sir... I-I can't hold it any longer, p-please..." She begged with unfathomable desperation, grinding against his now well-polished shoe with fervor.
With a soft spoken demand, a sly smile and a single digit lifting her chin, Sentinel granted her wish.
"Cum for me."
Whining out "thank you's" in between thrusts, she saw white; Her moans broken as her overload felt like sparks fizzling under her plates, charge racing around her body with nowhere to go. Franticly grinding, she rode out her charge-high with closed optics and an open mouth, tongue lolling out and dripping saliva over her chin.
She looked so cute all worn out and tired, Sentinel couldn't help but shove two digits in her intake, catching her off guard. Her tongue pressed against the intrusion, a strange flavor accompanying his digits. She fluttered her eyes open, optics wide with shock to see Sentinel's spike pressurized and valve actively leaking onto his office chair while he vigorously fingered himself.
After a rough day of work sentinel waves off Arachnid to go get him his usual coffee, and tells her to take the "scenic route" and she's out of his office quick. His office is lavish with deep oak tones, and the cleanest desk top you can almost see your reflection in it. He wouldn't accept anything less. He clapped his servos together and dimmer, more moody lights came on. He had finished his final business meeting that day, and was looking forward to releasing some needed tension, his helm already pounding.
"Ms. Moon, meet me in my office." The phone-in speaker snapped Bloodmoon out of her hyperfocused trance, taking her optics off of her desktop screen and adjusting them to take in what she now realized was the evening sun. She was so honed in on finishing her work she didn't even realize it was 6pm, everyone was already gone. She quickly saved her document before sitting up from her desk chair and letting out a deep sigh, not realizing how tired she was. She wasn't done with her work, opting to leave her belongings at her desk so she could come back after Sentinel was done with her. Oh Primus, what does he want with her? The anxiety began creeping in. She's never been called out directly by Sentinel before, not even for their quarterly performance evaluation, so a heavy air hung above her as she walked to his office, red-bottom heels clicking against the gleaming tiled floor. A gentle knock echoed against the hardwood door,
"Come in." Sentinel's deep baritone voice commanded, and she let herself in.
There was a comforting warmth surrounding her as she stepped into his office, a musky scent faintly wafting in the air, the darkness of the room mixed with the low lighting helped put her racing mind at ease.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" She gripped her wrist in her other servo to try and steady the shaking of her nerves. It was hard to keep his gaze as those piercing blue eyes watched her every move. She felt pinned in place.
"Please, take a seat." He gestured to one of the two chairs placed in front of his desk, and Bloodmoon hesitantly shuffled to one, arms held close to her body, trying to take up as little space as possible in the vastness of the room. She had to force her optics up to meet his own as he stared her down, a pondering look on his face.
"For such a hard worker, you have no confidence in yourself." He stated with a smirk.
The blatant reading took the wind out of Bloodmoon, leaving her half way breathless.
"E-Excuse me?" She didn't expect to be psycho-analyzed by her boss the second she first steps into his personal office.
Sentinel stood up from his large desk chair (clearly custom made to fit his large frame), and leisurely strolled to peer out of one of the glass paned windows that surrounded his office.
"I've seen how hard you work," He began pacing slowly, "You stay long after hours to finish your work, come in early to prepare for the day, even take on your peers work just to help out," he followed along the wall of windows, setting sunlight glaring off the polished plating of his face, "I'm impressed." He continued pacing until he reached the paneling behind Bloodmoon, out of her line of sight.
Bloodmoon swallowed with apprehension. "Thank you, sir." Her spark bloomed with pride as the words of praise flowed through her audials, a small smiled plastered across her face. She stared ahead at the engraved name plate on his desk, shining gold in the dim light, 'CEO Sentinel Prime'. She wonders what it'd take to be a successful CEO like him.
"I'd like to promote you to be my personal secretary," He graciously offered, turning his focused optics away from the skyline to give his full attention to his best employee.
Bloodmoon felt her spark drop, pulse racing as she turned to finally look Sentinel in his optics.
"R-Really?" She couldn't believe it. She'd only been working in the office for 6 months at this point, there's no way she'd be up there with the long-time veterans to be deserving of a promotion.
"Absolutely. You've brought some needed gusto to our team that I haven't seen in years. Our productivity has been up 50% since your hiring date," He threw in a white lie, just enough to fuel that lacking confidence Bloodmoon fell victim to. He couldn't have a sad, pathetic secretary trying to lick his boots every minute of the day. He needed someone who knew their worth, even if that worth was far below him.
"I…. I don't know what to say… When… When do I start?" She stuttered out as she watched Sentinel briskly walk back to behind his desk, pulling out a stack of papers from a drawer,
"All you have to do is sign and date here and here." He pointed with adept digits, showing a warm smile as he handed an ink pen to Bloodmoon. The top page noted an incredible raise in salary, so much so there's no way anyone could say no to an offer like this, especially not when rent was due next week. Flipping through the other pages and skimming over them, she couldn't stop herself from taking this opportunity. She didn't hesitate to grab the pen from his servo, trying her best to ignore the immense warmth radiating from the extension of his arm alone, and watched as the red ink signed her name and date.
She went to hand back the borrowed ink pen, until she felt the firm grasp of Sentinel's servo around her wrist pulling her up and across his desk, landing with her back against his chassis on his lap in his chair.
"HEY, WHAT'RE YOU-" Her words were cut off with Sentinel's digits shoved into her intake, oral lubricant coating them as her glossa pushed against the intrusion. His other servo held her against him by her waist, the heat of his frame making her internal fans click on unconsciously. His vents against her audials made her shiver with anticipation…
She could hear the stupid smirk on his face when he whispered against her, "You should have read the fine print."
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Warnings: !TRANSFORMERS ONE SPOILERS! NSFW BELOW THE CUT! Sentinel is a toxic, manipulative, playboy with a god complex, not sorry. Mentions of spanking, degrading, choking, worship, overstimulation, public sex, and calling his partner "toy".
A- Aftercare ( What are they like after sex )
I can't imagine Sentinel being that good at aftercare. He's pretty selfish, but since he wants to keep this partner around for awhile - he will attempt to take care of them afterwards. Wiping them off with a rag, giving them something to eat, but that's about it.
B - Body Part ( Fav body part of theirs and their partners )
Every inch of his body? He the Icon of Iacon after all, every inch of him is drop dead gorgeous. How could he possibly chose a favorite part of himself when all of him is perfect?
Well, if he had to pick - maybe their ass. He likes to smack it whenever he walks past, or during sex.
C - Cum ( Self explanatory, anything having to do with cum )
It's not easy to get Sentinel to overload, he's got insane stamina. His partner cums at least 3 times before he does - depending on his mood that day. If he's in a bad mood, his partner isn't allowed to cum at all or until he says so.
D - Dirty Secret ( Any dirty secret of theirs )
He often thinks about bending his partner over the nearest surface and taking them right then and there, even if there's others around or nearby. He won't though, he can't risk someone catching them in the act - it could ruin his reputation.
E - Experience ( How experienced are they ? )
He's probably one of the most experienced mech's in Iacon, or the most experienced. He sleeps around a lot, after all he has so many adoring fans who are dying to have a chance with him. King of one night stands and buying the persons silence so no one finds out, he can't have that.
F - Favorite Postion
He's pretty tall, so most positions are pretty annoying or difficult to do. That, and he likes being in control - so he really enjoys standing full nelson ...
G - Goofy ( How serious are they during sex? )
He's not goofy at all, he's pretty serious when it comes to sex. He might crack one joke, if he's in a good mood - but that's not very often.
H - Hair ( How well groomed are they? )
He keeps himself very well polished, there is never a single spot, scratch, or dent on him. He takes pride in his looks and won't settle for less than perfection.
I - Intimacy ( How romantic are they during sex? )
He is very good at pretending to care about something, or someone. He will always shower his current partner with loving words, but he expects even more loving words and praise in return.
J - Jerk Off ( How often do they masturbate? )
He doesn't have time to masturbate, and doesn't really feel the need to do so. Not when he's busy being a prime, or when he has someone he can easily go find and use until he's satisfied.
K - Kink ( What are their kinks? )
Oh boy ... he's kinky, to put it lightly. Anything that puts him in a position of power, like choking? He loves watching his partner gasp for air, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He can't help but smirk, pushing down just a little bit harder...
L - Location ( Favorite place to have sex )
As flashy and egotistical as he is, he prefers to keep things between him and his current partner in private. Although he does dream of taking them in public, he knows he shouldn't.
M - Motivation ( What turns them on )
PRAISE! If you want to get Sentinel going, you need to worship him. Get on your knees in front of him and act as though you're praying to a god - because you are. If you want him to touch you, you need to earn it.
N - No ( What turns them off or things they won't do )
Sentinel would rather die than ever consider sharing his partner. What's his is his, and they don't need anyone else to pleasure them - not when they have him. Threesomes, etc, are a no.
O - Oral ( Preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc )
He prefers receiving, due to his selfish nature. That being said, he's GODLY at giving head - if his partner is lucky enough to earn his faceplate between their thighs, that is.
P - Pace ( Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? )
The first time with Sentinel is always slow and sensual. He needs his latest favorite toy to think he's a gentlemech after all, but as time goes on - sex with him is always fast and rough.
Q - Quickie ( Are they okay with quickies? If so, how often? )
Sometimes, a quickie is all he has time for. He's always down for one if he's in the right mood, but they're not always often with him.
R - Risk ( Are they willing to experiment? )
Yes and no? He's willing to try something his partner mentions, only if he thinks he'll like it too. His pleasure is his main priority though, so he's very quick to shut down anything he doesn't approve of or like.
S - Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last? )
He can last for hours if he had the time to, his stamina is INSANE! However due to being a prime, and having to constantly travel to the surface, he often only has time for one or two rounds before he's gone.
T - Toys ( Do they own toys? Do they use them on themselves or their partner? )
He doesn't use toys, at all. He doesn't need them when he has a partner, and his partner sure as hell doesn't need one with him around! If they want to get off, they come to him - not some plastic.
U- Unfair ( Do they like to tease? )
It's Sentinel, of course he does. He loves seeing his toy get all shy and needy whenever he whispers dirty degrading words to them. He loves the way they whine and try to push his helm away when he's overstimulating them with his tongue. He's pretty sadistic, if you haven't noticed...
V - Volume ( How loud are they? )
Not very loud, aside from grunts and groans - really all you hear from him are filthy degrading words, or him demanding praise as he takes his partner against the nearest surface of his private chambers. If you hear it, mind your business and keep walking, until you want a sword to the face.
W - Wild Card ( Random Headcanon )
He does enjoy seeing how much pleasure he gives his partner, and sometimes he questions if he really does feel something for them. You couldn't even torture this information out of him though.
X - Xray ( How big are they? )
He's a big mech, so of course his spike is big. It's a solid 9.5 inches and a decently girthy... He likes watching his partner struggle to take him all the way.
Y - Yearning ( How high is their sex drive? )
It's pretty normal, so long as he's in a good mood and nothing is going wrong. He doesn't think of sex often, but he just gets so pissed off easily that he needs to get rid of his stress and anger somehow.
Z - ZZZ ( How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards? )
He goes into recharge almost right away, after his partner is situated he's out cold. He needs to stay well rested for his duties as the "savior" of Cybertron.
(317): Your birthday is now over. Your day in the spotlight has dimmed and now you’re as special as everyone else. The world goes back to revolving around me. Good night.
but much like sex, relationships have always been inherently funny to me (as an aromantic asexual who just Doesn't Go Here). And while the humor of monogamous relationships is old hat, polyamorous relationships are still relatively fresh to my must-make-jokes-about-everything brain.
(btw my Policule is just a bunch of catgirls on discord arguing about politics)
