Transformers Imagines

An Abundance of Distractions - Optimus Prime X Reader (Sparkmerging)

Optimus hovers over you. His spark is glowing bright red beneath his chamber, your own thumping against the inner walls of your chest. Optimus kisses you again, deeply, his large hand resting over your spark.

 The mech is quite a lot bigger than you, so his entire body covers yours. At standing height, you only come up to his chest. Not that that’s a terrible sight…

 A huge crash at the door. Alarmed, Optimus breaks away from the kiss, and you both run over to the enterance. You slam on the panels buttons, and the door slides open.

 Bulkhead lays on the floor, a lob ball firmly implanted in Optimus’s door. He plucks it out with ease, and hands it to Wheeljack.

 Bulkhead stutters, scratching at the back of his head and staring at the ground. “Heh..sorry, Optimus.”

 "It is alright, Bulkhead. Just…do take the sport…elsewhere?“

 "Yeah.” Then they leave.

 Optimus turns to you. “Shall we continue..?”

 You smirk. “Yes.”

 Again he climbs atop you, his eyes bright and gentle, and your processor racing with the impending pleasure of a sparkmerge.

 You’re first to retract your armour, your spark jutting out of its chamber and thrusting towards Optimus’s large chest.

  He kisses your forehead, just about to retract his own spark protection when-

  “Optimus?” A grumbly asks. It’s Ratchet.

  The Prime sounds tired as you are forced to stow away your spark and again pause your activities. “Yes, Ratchet?”

 He sends a thin flow of annoyance down the bond you were hoping to strengthen.

 "Have you seen my buffer? I seem to have misplaced it…“

 "No, Ratchet. I am unaware of the location of your buffer.”

 Ratchet groans, dejected. “I’ll keep looking.”

 You hear his pedesteps as he saunters away.

 Optimus immediately kisses you, trying to get back to your activities, but you don’t even get that far.

  A loud, booming frequency comes from outside the door. You think the origin is from one of Miko’s contraptions, but both of you have the responsibility to check it out.

 Optimus sends a larger wave of annoyance and thinning patience down your bond with him. Again he slides open the door, to find Miko strumming endlessly at her guitar while Bee dances.

 You raise your optical ridges. Bee stops, and Miko’s music slowly simmers out, her singing decreasing in volume and quality until there is only silence.

 Optimus doesn’t say anything. He just walks from the room, heading out towards the main part of the base where most of the bots and humans are.

 "What…?“ You ask, following him. Miko and Bee follow suit.

 The Prime clears his throat. "May I have your attention?”

 The room quieted. Everybody turned their helms to the Autobot leader, expecting bad news. Raf stopped typing. Ratchet stopped working at the medbay. Bulkhead dropped the lob ball. Miko hung her head in embarrassment as her speaker gave a loud bust of static.

  “It would be most appreciated,” Optimus said, irritation most evident in his voice, which was loud and clear. “if I could go clear of disruptions for a few hours. Me and my conjunx would like to enjoy some time alone.”

 The intensity in his voice. The loudness. The commanding and authoritative way he spoke, it had your engines roaring embarrassingly loud and your fans running to cool yourself down.

 "Is that understood?“ he had faltered before speaking, because of your outburst of lust. You curse yourself inwardly, forcing your fans to work harder to dim the sound of your loud engines.

  The Autobots nodded, confused at the whole ordeal, but some, like Arcee, understood completely.

 "Thank you-”

 You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You suddenly pull his faceplate down to yours and crash your lips to his. He sends surprise down the bond, trying to keep himself from actually expressing it outwardly.

 You pull him down the corridor and back into his berthroom. You pull him back into the bed, him still on top of you, and both of you immediately retract your spark gear.

  “You should know I thought that was sexy as frag.” You gasp, breathlessly.

 He groans, looking into yours eyes and non-verbally asking for your consent to merge your sparks.

 You nod, and both of you meet halfway to push your sparks together. They finally meet in a flurry of light, and Optimus finally says through the bond: Maybe I should do it more often..

 You smile, gripping Optimus’s face and kissing him. The merging sparks add to the effect, mingling together and sending exotic sensations racking through your systems.

 You can feel all his feelings as strongly as you can feel your own: the love, the feeling of release, the absolute pleasure and happiness he’s feeling.

 The sensation of sparkmerging never ceased to send you over the top.

 His red spark fizzles and crackles again yours, making your scream in utmost pleasure, Optimus yelling out at the same time, until both sparks gradually retract back to their respective owners and leaving both of you breathless.

 "That was well worth the wait,“ he says finally, tugging you closer to his massive chassis. "I love you.”

 "I love you too, Optimus,“ you say. "I can’t wait to do that again.”