Steel and Skin Part 2 (Bayverse TLK Optikus Prime X Fem!Human Reader)
The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired between you and Optimus. His frame still trembled slightly, vents releasing uneven bursts of heated air. He held you carefullyâalmost too carefully, as if the sheer force of his emotions might break you. But he didnât let go.
His massive servos curled possessively around your waist, pulling you closer, his helm resting against your smaller form. You could hear the deep, rhythmic hum of his spark beneath his plating, pulsing hard and erraticâfar from the controlled, unwavering Prime the world knew.
He was still lost in you.
Optimus had spent centuries keeping himself composed, controlling every emotion, every urge. But you⌠you shattered that control. And now, he couldn'tâwouldnâtâlet you go.
His optics followed your every movement, hyper-focused, obsessed, drinking in every shift of your expression, every breath, every tiny quiver of your lips. You were his now. Completely.
His servo tightened slightly around your waist, just enough for you to feel the weight of it. His voice, deep and raw, rasped against your skin: âYou belong to me.â
The words werenât a question. They werenât even a request. They were a statement of fact. A vow.
If another Autobot dared step near the outpost? His glowing optics darkened, his entire frame going rigid, positioning himself between you and them. They were no threat, not reallyâbut the mere thought of someone else even looking at you made his circuits burn.
Jealousy settled deep in his spark, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. But now? The idea of you giving attention to anotherâlaughing with someone that wasnât him, touching someone that wasnât him? It infuriated him.
âNo one else,â he murmured, pressing his helm against your shoulder, his massive frame coiling around you like a shield. âOnly me. Say it.â
You swallowed hard, fingers brushing the seams of his faceplate. He leaned into your touch desperately, his vents shuddering. âOnly you, Optimus,â you whispered.
He exhaled sharply, and if he were human, you swore he would have moaned.
But even in his possessiveness, his devotionâfear crept in.
Had he been too much? Had he let himself go too far? The thought made his grip on you loosen slightly, his optics dimming with something that almost looked like regret.
He wanted you so badly, and for the first time in centuries, he had taken something for himself. But now, the weight of it terrified him.
He was a warrior. A Prime. A machine built for battle, for war. And you? You were everything he was not. Soft. Warm. Human. How could you ever truly belong to him?
âI should not haveâŚâ His voice wavered, and you had never heard it sound so fragile.
You reached for him, your hands brushing his battle-worn plating. âOptimus,â you murmured, commanding his attention. âI chose this. I chose you.â
His optics flickered, uncertain, searching. âEven knowing what I am?â
âEspecially knowing what you are.â
And just like that, his resolve snapped all over again.
He crashed into youâholding, cradling, devouring.
This time, when he kissed you, there was no hesitation, no restraintâonly pure, unfiltered devotion.
Optimus had fought every battle, faced every enemyâbut nothing had prepared him for this.
The instinct was primal, something ancient buried deep within his coding. Now that he had you, his entire being demanded more.
He had always known about sparkbonding, the Cybertronian act of permanently linking oneâs spark with anotherâs essence. It was irreversible. Sacred. And nowâŚ
His fingers trembled as they traced your skin, optics burning with something deeper than desireâsomething eternal.
âI want to bond with you,â he admitted, voice raw. âTo make you mine, forever.â
You felt the weight of those words. Cybertronians didnât bond lightly. It was a lifetime commitment, a merging of souls, a connection that no force in the universe could break.
âWhat does that mean?â you asked softly.
He gently cupped your face, his digits careful, reverent. âIt means my spark will recognize you as its mate. That I will always feel you. That no matter where you go, I will be with you.â
His vents hitched, his body trembling with restraint. âBut if I do this, I will never be able to let you go.â
The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, but there was no hesitation when you whispered: âThen take me, Optimus.â
His entire frame shuddered violently, his optics burning with unrestrained devotion.
He pulled you flush against him, his servos curling possessively around your body. His chest plating shifted, parting slightly, exposing the faint, pulsing glow of his spark. You gasped as the warmth of it enveloped you, a sensation like nothing you had ever felt beforeâlike pure energy, raw and electric, pulling you in.
And as you reached toward it, allowing yourself to be claimed by him, Optimus whispered your name like a prayer.
Because tonight, you were not just his lover.
You were his bonded love. His forever.