CoffeeBorne_Addict

Of course you couldn’t, because none of them were Mirage. You weren't sure if he knew just how bad your crush was, but it’s not like it mattered much. You didn’t think he’d want to deal with the hassle of a tiny organic anyway, considering your head hardly made it to his hips, and he could pick you up with one servo. He’d done it before to help you off a ledge, and after that you ended up fantasizing about his servos often.

Part of you worried he knew what you were thinking. His glances in your direction just seemed too well timed, but that had to be your embarrassment talking. It wasn’t until one evening, after everyone else had gone their separate ways, you realized maybe your suspicions held some merit. It was just you and Mirage in the old warehouse, and he didn’t seem eager to drive you home anytime soon. This was just another opportunity to mess with you, and he couldn’t help but draw it out.

“Lucky you,” Mirage stated, turning in your direction.

“What?” you asked, raising your brow.

“For getting stuck with me, baby,” he dramatically gestured to himself.

“Oh,” you laughed at his theatrics, “Uh, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he replied in a tone that wasn't as playful as it had been a second ago. He sounded more smug.

You weren’t sure how to respond, small talk alluding you while thinking of things to say. Tired of the silence, you glanced his way and caught him smiling at you.

“How long are you gonna keep this up, huh?” he asked, prompting you to open your mouth and speak, but he interrupted, “Oh, no, no, that look says you’re about to be coy with me.”

You furrowed your brow and crossed your arms in defense, “I can’t ‘be coy’ if I really don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“I’ve gotta tell you straight up then, huh?”

“What’s wrong with that?” you huffed. “It’s not that I don’t like sarcasm or whatever, it’s just I don’t always… I just prefer when things are literal sometimes.”

“Okay, Amelia Bedeilia,” you sheepishly smiled at his odd reference. “I guess I’ll adjust my approach,” he said, moving a little closer to you, causing you to recoil into yourself. “How long are you gonna keep pretending you’re not into me?”

“Oh,” your eyes went wide. “Well I- I didn’t say anything because…”

“Because I’m just that scary?” he spoke with a little laugh.

“No! No, of course not. I mean, at first a little bit, but now…” you turned to him and trailed off, realizing he was still waiting for an answer to his initial inquiry. “I figured I wasn’t supposed to say anything, I guess.”

“You know I tend to enjoy things I’m not ‘supposed’ to do,” he said using air quotes and a mildly mocking tone. “I’ve been sitting here for weeks waiting, ya know?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shot back.

“Dude, have you not been listening to anything I’ve said to you lately?” He raised his servos for emphasis. “‘Cus in my mind, I’ve basically been advertising that I’m like, really into you.”

“I just thought you were being nice?” you replied with a guilty smile.

“So, did you catch on to any of the sexual innuendos?” he asked, casually gesturing with both servos between you.

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Okay sweetspark,” Mirage sighed and placed his servos together before pointing them at you. “They were serious.”

“I just…” you could feel your face flushing. “I just thought they were jokes.”

“Well, they were. But, they also weren’t. Ya feel me?” he shrugged. “Here I am thinking you’re playin’ hard to get and you’re just oblivious?” he paused for a second before leaning towards you with a grin, “It’s kinda pretty sweet actually.”

You couldn’t help the shy grin on your face, “You think I’m sweet?”

“Primus, yes, I just told you-” he rolled his optics and sighed, pausing for a moment before looking at you with an exasperated smile. “I’m just gonna come out and ask, ok?” he said, raising his brow. “Do you wanna bang?”

You froze, “No joke?” you asked, sounding more hopeful than you intended.

“Come find out,” he smirked, and waited for you to respond. It took him a moment, but when you didn’t speak he realized he hadn’t actually answered your question. “Yes,” he sighed. “Yes, cutie. No joke.”

You smiled and hummed to yourself, looking up at the blue mech and seeing how hard he was trying to disguise his anticipation. “We can do that?” you inquired.

“We’ll figure it out,” he replied confidently. You knew enough cybertronian biology to know the logistics were the same in theory, but he was like twelve feet tall. You could barely hold two of his digits with your whole hand, so how were you supposed to fit together?

“Hm,” you sat in thought for a moment, considering the possibilities.

Oh yeah, you were totally doing this.

As soon as you said yes, the two of you set off to somewhere more secluded. Your heart was racing the entire time, and if his speed was any indication, you could tell Mirage shared your excitement. You went back through your memories to recontextualize conversations with him, and it made you giddy knowing you weren’t the only one who’d been daydreaming about this.

You felt like a rebellious teenager while you snuck into the garage. Some throwaway joke on the ride over had launched the two of you into fits of giggles, the kind that makes everything funny. And as you locked the doors in the garage, Mirage tried to shush you, but faltered, unable to stifle his own mischievous laugh.

“Shut up,” you urged, waving a hand behind you as you locked the door. Mirage motioned with a digit to beckon you over, but you hesitated, biting your lip and shifting your weight back and forth before scurrying over to him. You weren’t quite sure what to do or how to move, but Mirage didn’t leave you thinking about it for too long. He swept you up into his lap, making this the closest you’d ever been to him outside of his alt-mode.

One of his servos came to rest on your body, nearly encircling your waist. You were shaking from nerves and anticipation, blushing at the realization of how wet you were already. Mirage’s fans were whirring, and you weren’t doing much better with your own heavy breath. You pressed your palms to his chassis in an attempt to ground yourself.

“I could kiss you right now,” he said with a glimmer in his optics.

A lightbulb went off in your head and you grinned. His choice of words was an intentional reminder of all the times he’d said it before. Now you knew he would have really done it if he’d  thought you’d let him. This realization sent a small wave of boldness over you and you leaned in to kiss him, stopping just shy of his lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered so close you could feel his lips ghost against yours.

“I could maybe make a few guesses,” you replied before closing the tiny gap between you. You couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction at finally getting to kiss him. He felt so much softer and warmer than you’d imagined. 

Mirage tried to deepen the kiss, running his glossa across your lips, prompting you to open up for him. Your combined movements were clumsy, but eager as you adjusted to the feeling of each other. You ran your hands up his chassis and wrapped them around his neck, causing Mirage to respond with a soft groan. It made you smile against his kiss, absolutely smitten with the sound. 

“I liked that,” you whispered. Mirage hummed in response and began slowly grinding up into you, “Oh,” you gasped at his sudden movement, “That too,” you purred. 

Mirage chuckled at your reply, “I think there’s a thing or two you’d like even more,” he teased.

“Well then, I'm waiting,” you said, hoping to spur him on.

“You wanna undress for me, or should I tear it off?” he began tugging at your shirt, “My digits can do a lotta nice things, but fumbling with clothes is not one of ‘em. I can promise you, if I try, you’re gonna end up with nothing but rags to put back on.”

“Sounds kinda hot,” you commented while you began to undress. “But, point taken. I’m gonna need your help with these though,” you nodded towards the bottoms you’d wiggled halfway down your legs.

Mirage snickered as he watched you awkwardly try to kick them off while still in his lap. “I got it,” he said before pulling them the rest of the way off. With your clothes now tossed to the wayside, you straddled Mirage again. He grabbed your thighs and you noticed his servos covered most of the exposed skin. You placed a hand on one of them and even with your fingers splayed it hardly reached the edges of his palm. “Damn,” he whispered. 

You could hear his cooling fans start to work harder and you loved knowing this made him flustered. “So, about those things you said I’d like?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Hmm, where to start,” Mirage brought a servo up over his chin while he thought. “How tall are you?”

“Uh, why?”

“Get up for a second,” he requested while helping you hop down. When you were steady on the ground he stood next to you and grinned. This close to him, you were nearly face to face with his pelvis. “Oh yeah, that’s perfect, huh?”

“For you, yeah,” you snickered.

“Hey, it means you won’t end up with bruised knees,” he winked. “You know I’ll return the favor later, hot stuff.”

“I kinda have to do a good job first,” you mentioned quietly, feeling performance anxiety creeping in.

“No you don’t,” he said matter-of-factly. “I mean, not that I think you won’t,” he held his servos up in defense. “I’m just sayin’ I plan to ‘thank’ you regardless.” His comment and mischievous smile eased your nerves. “I still wanna see what you can do though,” he said as he leaned against the wall for leverage, adjusting to your height and guiding you between his legs. 

You trailed your hands up the insides of his thighs before gently playing with the seams of his paneling. He hummed in approval and enjoyed the feeling of your fingers brushing against him for a few moments before revealing his array.

A quiet “wow” left your lips before you slapped a hand over your mouth. “Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly.

“Never apologize for complimenting me,” he chimed. “I wanna hear when you like what you see.”

Refocusing on his array, you were mesmerized by the sight. His spike was huge, at least as long as your forearm and too thick for one hand to wrap around it. You felt a surge of desire knowing what you’d get to do with it later, but for now you were wanted elsewhere. His valve was absolutely dripping, the sight making you smirk in satisfaction. You gathered pre-fluid on your fingers and looked up to make sure Mirage watched as you licked it off of them. 

He let out a shaky breath before speaking, “I seriously think I might die if you don’t touch me right now, holy fuck,” he whined impatiently.

You couldn’t help snickering at the massive mech’s annoyance and need, but you were happy to give in to his demand. You used your tongue to swirl around Mirage’s anterior node before giving a light suck, drawing a satisfied hum from him.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, sweetspark. I’m not gonna break,” he grinned.

“Alright,” you nodded in acknowledgment before turning your attention back to his node.

You slipped two fingers into his valve, and feeling little resistance, you decided instead to use four fingers. Mirage seemed to be enjoying it, so you curled your fingers to press against an interior node, causing him to moan. You were aching to hear more, so you began using your other hand on his exterior node to apply more pressure than your mouth could.

“Yeah,” Mirage whispered, “Just like that baby.”

You kept going, now thrusting your whole hand into his valve and moving faster as his vocalizations became louder. You could feel the mesh of his valve contract around you, signaling he was getting close.

“Ok, break, break,” he hissed for you to stop.

You pulled out and rolled your shoulder, “Oh thank god, my arm was getting tired,” you teased.

Mirage snorted a laugh at your response, “Shut up.”

“Is this the part where I get to say ‘make me’?”

“I think it is,” he said with a grin as he pulled you into a kiss much more fluid than the last. “Now I wanna taste you, sweetspark,” he whispered against your lips.

You were happy to oblige, letting him maneuver your body into a position comfortable for each of you. He held you with both servos while you put your feet on his shoulders to help stabilize yourself. Mirage was eager to ‘repay’ you and you jumped a little at the feeling of his glossa. It was large enough to cover your sex entirely and the firm pressure from it had your pleasure rising swiftly. 

Mirage came up for a moment to ask if he could use his digits on you, and you were quick to say yes. He started with just one, knowing even that wasn’t considered small for your body. Mirage was happy to find you easily accepting him with how wet you were, and while he tried his best to use his glossa again, his movements were more subtle to accommodate his servo pumping in and out of you. He made sure to give special attention to your clit though, drawing sweet moans from you.

“More,” you whispered, and he obliged, increasing his pace until you were gasping. “Yes, yes, baby,” you softly cried out. The sensations were electrifying, and soon you were cumming. Your knees involuntarily tensed and pressed against the sides of his helm, seeking to ground you in some way as you coasted through your release.

He pulled back and watched you with a little smile as you caught your breath. He admired your blissful expression and observed you absentmindedly rubbing your thumb back and forth against his servo holding you. Despite all you’d done together, it was this small act of quiet  affection that finally made Mirage’s face flush. If he wasn’t crazy about you before, he was now. Intent on savoring the tenderness of your touch, he pulled you in for a languid kiss.

“Hey,” you whispered, now able to think coherently again.

“Hm?” he replied while softly running his digits up and down your back.

You paused for a moment and shyly smiled, “I want your spike,” you spoke softly, looking at him with a hopeful expression.

“Oh really?” he asked before kissing your shoulder. “Well, we’ll just have to see what you can take first.”

You’d easily accepted one of his digits earlier, but once he had two pressing into you, you could feel just how big the difference was. It was a tight fit and you needed time to adjust to the fullness. Mirage was patient, slowly scissoring his digits inside you and using his other servo to lazily play with your hair. He was in no rush, since he wouldn’t dare try his spike until at least three digits fit comfortably.

“You good?” Mirage asked, seeing you biting your lip and closing your eyes.

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, still keeping your eyes closed. “Keep going,” you sighed.

Mirage continued his slow movements and you began to touch yourself to help him ease inside. Soon he was able to pick up his pace.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I want more,” you replied. You took a breath in when you felt his third digit pressing against your entrance, and breathed out as he pushed in. “Oh god yes,” you moaned as you felt your body acclimating to his size. “Please,” you urged as he began pumping his digits inside you.

“Please what?” Mirage asked, raising his brow and picking up his pace, incredibly satisfied with how well you were taking him.

“More,” you begged. You wanted more, needed more. The fullness of his digits satisfied in ways you’d never felt, and you were hungry for all he could give.

Fueled by your voice, Mirage wouldn’t deny you. He removed his digits and leaned down to kiss you, stifling your whine at the feeling of emptiness. After adjusting positions so you were hovering above his spike, you broke away from the kiss to brace yourself by placing your hands on his chassis. The tip of his spike brushed against your entrance and he slowly began rutting against you. You grew more needy by the second and couldn't stand his stalling.

“Mirage,” you whispered, causing him to look at you with a haze in his optics. You ground your hips against him, urging him on. He softly smiled at your gesture before finally providing what you craved.

He lined himself up and let you begin sinking onto his spike. His jaw clenched and optics closed at the intense feeling of your tightness slowly taking him in. He couldn’t resist the impulse to give a small thrust and bury the first few inches inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and let out a breathy moan. The sensations were almost too much for both of you, causing mirage to arch forward and still his movements.

“Don’t stop,” you urged as you reached a hand to hold the side of his helm.

Mirage nodded in response, optics still shut. He leaned back as both of you began to press into each other with mouths agape and heavy breaths filling the room.

“Fuck,” he groaned at how impossibly tight you felt around him. 

You kept going and Mirage couldn’t help the string of moans that escaped him while he filled you deeper, amazed at how determined your tiny body was to take all of him. You’d moved a hand to hold onto him better and your grip was so strong, Mirage was sure he’d find little scratches in his paint later.

He half opened his optics, intoxicated with the gorgeous image of you stretched around his spike. “Primus, just look at you,” he cooed as he began to set a slow place. “Taking all of me so perfectly.” You were already a breathless mess, pushing back against his thrusts, and all you could do was moan at his praise. “You’re so close, baby. S’close to taking it all.”

Your walls clenched at the thought of being filled entirely. Mirage let his digits rest on your lower abdomen and he was captivated at being able to feel himself moving deep within you. He arched forward, bringing his helm closer to your face while nudging your hand until it was where his digits had just been.

“Feel that?” he asked, and you whined in response. “C’mon sweet thing,” Mirage whispered. “I wanna see it. See how far I can stretch you,” he spoke through slow thrusts that inched deeper each time. Then he covered your tiny hand, making you feel the bump while he kept rutting into you.

“I wanna see the outline of my spike while I fuck you,” Mirage growled.

Hearing that had you whimpering, now desperate to please him. You wanted it too. You wanted to feel your ass pressed against metal as he bottomed out, to feel him fill you perfectly, to let him ruin you. 

“God yes,” you cried out and put more effort into meeting his thrusts. “Please, baby, I can take it.” You rolled your head back, panting between words. “I want all of you,” you moaned out while losing yourself in his optics.

The sight of your entire body being moved by his force again and again was already driving him wild, but that last look from you made him lose it. He grunted and you felt the strength behind his movements increase. Two more rough thrusts and your hips were flush against his. You looked down and saw your stomach bulging now that he was fully sheathed. 

“Fuck yes,” you moaned.

Mirage began grinding against you, savoring the feeling of how incredibly deep he was before finally starting to rut into you again. 

“Perfect,” he whispered. “So perfect for me.”

You couldn’t get enough of his praise. It had you melting into his grasp, practically turning into a rag doll in his servo while he increased his pace. At this point, it was entirely his own strength carrying you as he bounced you on his spike. 

Mirage fucked into you again and again, using you like a toy for his own pleasure, and it was perfect. He tilted his helm back, losing himself in how good you felt. Watching him seek his release so desperately had tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You savored his moans, feeling the coil inside you tightening with each little sound. A chorus of ragged breaths filled the air as you raced towards climax together.

“I’m, ‘m gonna pump you full of my transfluid. All of it,” he grunted. “You’ll be- you’ll be dripping for days.”

His frenzied movements fell into uneven thrusts the closer he got to overloading. He looked down at you with a gaze saturated in admiration and heavy yearning. Even with your bodies so closely entwined, he wanted more, every piece of you.

“C-ah,” was all you could say before your orgasm hit and you cried out, feeling your muscles tense and ease around him.

“Holy fuck,” Mirage hissed. Feeling you cum on his spike had his hips stuttering, so he pulled you down hard, spilling inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” he panted as his overload took him. One servo was still wrapped around your waist and the other tightly gripped your thigh to keep you close to him. You braced yourself against Mirage’s chassis with shaky limbs as you both rode out your highs.

You collapsed onto him in exhaustion when it was over. Mirage moved to help you lay down against him, before letting a servo rest on your back. You dreaded the emptiness you’d feel when he’d pull out, so you were happily surprised when he refused to let you up.

“Can we stay like this?” he asked, his vocalizer now sounding hoarse. “Just for a little while,” he added.

You nuzzled your face into his chassis, “I think I’ll fall asleep,” you warned.

“Good,” he responded. “You sleep, I keep watch.”

“How noble,” you teased.

He smirked, “Lucky you, huh? Stuck with me for a while.”

“I don’t mind,” you yawned. “In fact, I’d prefer it.”

“Of course you would,” he said before stroking your hair until you drifted into sleep.