#rodimusxreader

You laugh, "Alright mister dance master, bring it on!" You respond, giving him a look of determination, "I'll pick the song." You say, going through the list of music. You stop on DARE by Gorillaz and get your Wii remote ready, "You ready to lose Roddy?"

"Ha, in your dreams!" He says gripping the Wii remote in his holoform, "Watch how a pro does it." he smirks as you pick the song and it starts up.

Step after step, arm swing after arm swing, you and Rodimus practically line up perfectly with the dance steps shown on screen. You manage to best him with a twirl and drop though, much to his dismay.

"Hey c'mon now! No fair, I'm the dramatic one here," he chuckles, "Best two out of three?"

"You're on!" You say, standing back up, "You can pick the next song." You say, handing him the main Wii remote.

"Sweet." He scrolls through the music and picks Eye of The Tiger by Survivor.

"I should have known it'd be an 80s song." You joke.

"Yeah because that era had the best music!" He says, defending his choice, "Although a lot of 90s songs are pretty cool too." 

You laugh, "Alright. If you win this round I'll let you choose the next song too."

"I will." He says with a smirk.

And sure enough, he does. Maybe he's just powered up by 80s music, you think to yourself, but either way, you're determined to win the next round.

"Next one is the winner." He says with a smile, sweat glistening down his cheek. You didn't know holoforms could sweat but you guess this is quite the work out for both of you, as you can feel the beads on your own forehead start to slide down.

"Alright, I'm not gonna go easy on you this time."

He laughs, "Me either!"

He, of course, chooses Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, another 80s song. 

Unfortunately he didn't expect you to be a master at the dance moves involved and pouts when he loses.

"Sorry Roddy, should've picked a different song," You laugh, "I do that one a lot."

"Damn, no kidding." He pauses, "Best three out of five?"

You laugh and stretch, "Alright, I guess, but after that we need to take a break. We could play some more tomorrow if you want to."

"B-babe, please, l-let me- please-"

Rodimus begged. He wasn't quite sobbing, but the fluid in his optics let you know that you needed to wrap up the scene soon. You hummed with false sincerity, carefully moving your hips around and causing Rodimus's vents to shudder, the tip of his spike grinding against the entrance of your valve.

"Alright, you've been a good boy- 10 seconds. Go."

The chronometer was set, and Rodimus immediately slammed his hips against yours, frantically thrusting into you with desperation. Biting your lip to keep you moans at bay, you silently counted down, each thrust hitting you right in the ceiling node with a delicious slap. Until...

"Time's up, Roddy."

The whine, Primus, the whine Rodimus emitted as he quickly stopped halfway thrusting was so satisfying. He looked at you with wide, wet, pleading optics. His voice was heavy with static as he began to beg.

"Please, pl-please, just- just 5 more seconds, I'm so-"

"You know the rules. Pull out, tip only."

This time, Rodimus did sob as he slowly, tortuously pulled out till only the tip remained inside. He shuttered his optics close, coolant tears now freely falling. You could smell the faint wisp of smoke that was beginning to emanate from his engine, a clear sign that Rodimus had been played with enough.

“You’re such a good boy, Roddy. Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I-I am, I just-”

“And I think you deserve to be… rewarded for your behaviour.”

The near puppy dog pleading optics Rodimus gave you could shatter the strongest of wills, not helping the big, fat tears sliding down his cheek plates. It had taken you two hours to get to this point, a new record.

“Go on, then. Go.”

If not giving him a time limit hadn’t clued him in, you wrapping your legs around his hips told him something clear- he was allowed to finally, finally overload. His face broke into an excited smile, his bright blue optics shining brilliantly.

He clung onto you, holding you close as he cried for joy. Each thrust was short and quick, he didn’t want to draw this out any longer. He had one, singular goal in his processor- overload. Each thrust was accompanied with a metallic clang and wet slapping noise that echoed around the room. You were most definitely going to have to buff out some lovely paint transfers.

“F-fuck! Oh fuck, you feel so good!”

Rodimus groaned out, almost deliriously. His exhaust pipes on his arms were beginning to splutter more smoke, loud revving noises coming from his engine. Your calipers clenched tightly on his spike, drawing out a loud, throaty shout.

“Fuck!”

With a final cry, Rodimus slammed his hips against yours, flames bursting from his exhaust pipes. A whimper leaving his lips as warmth bloomed into your gestational tank. Rodimus all but collapsed on top of you, exventing deeply. Tears streaked down his faceplate, his optics looked dazed, far off. In subspace.

“You were such a good boy, Roddy- so splendid, you did so well.”

You softly cooed into his audials, bringing your servo to his face to gently wipe his tears away. After a scene or any extreme interface session really, Rodimus’ aftercare involved a lot of gentle affirmation, telling him he did wonderful. He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lip. His voice was filled with static again, but softer.

“Y-yeah?”

“You were so good.”

Leaning in, you gave him a kiss on his opticbrow. He looked at you with a distant look, his processor would be barely running and it’d be hard for him to think, to vocalise his thoughts. You knew from experience. His optic brow furrowed, his smile dipping into a small frown.

“You- you didn’t-”

Smiling, you cupped his cheek with your servo gently to stop him from finishing. He blinked, staring at you with dazed optics.

“It’s fine. I wanted to get you off. This was all about you.”

You spoke with a soft voice, comforting, easing his worries. Kissing his cheek softly, you pulled away, gasping at the feeling of Rodimus’ spike being pulled out of you and blushing as his transfluid slowly seeped out.

“S-squeeze tighter, Rod- Aaahn!” You bit your derma to try and hold back a loud moan, barely succeeding. Your fans let Rodimus know much he’s affecting you, though- they’re on max setting and loud. Your hips falter for a nanoklik before thrusting at a more frantic pace. Eventing sharply, you turn your head to look at Rodimus with hazy, flickering optics, drool leaking out from the corner of your intake.

“Fr-frag, I- Roddy-”

You barely get the words out when he smiles at you innocently, as if his servo wasn’t wrapped around your spike, as if you weren’t desperately thrusting into his servo with abandon. Your vocalizer glitches and stutters when he begins to lazily rub the very tip with his thumb, pulling a staticky whine from you.

“Mm? What’s up, sweetspark?”

His face might have been the picture of innocence, but his gorgeous bright blue eyes shows how he feels- smug and mischievous, no doubt enjoying how he’s able to get you to this point, almost begging him to let you overload. 

“Pl-please- please, I-I’m so close-”

Another whine rips through your vocalizer, your head falling back as you grit your denta. Primus, you were so, so close-

“M-mah- blowjob! L-let me finish on, in your- intake, face-!”

Almost babbling into hysterics as you plead with your lover, you hear him chuckle. Another whine emerges from you when his servo leaves your spike. You could cry, you almost did- until Rodimus quickly, forcibly turned you around and knelt in front of you and quickly took your spike back into his grip. When he swiped his glossa over the weeping tip, you had to choke back a sob. When you looked down, Rodimus was all smiles, his pretty mouth just in front of your spike.

Hips thrusting once more, you bite your derma to keep yourself from making desperate, needy moans as his grip once more tightens, his glossa lapping at the head of your spike. If you look down, you could see your biolights blink rapidly, showing that you were on the cusp of an overload.

“Come on, sweetspark- I want you to cover me.”

The combination of Rodimus’ dirty talk and the ensuing image of his face covered in transfluid, your transfluid, pushed you over the edge with a cry. A thick rope of glowing pink fluid shot into his open, accepting mouth. You grab your spike and press it against his cheek, the next spurt landed just above his right optic. Smearing it across his face, you finish overloading on his left cheek with a moan.

Feeling your stabilizing servos wobble, you quickly lean against the wall to keep yourself from toppling over, your spike retreating back into your modesty panel. Rodimus smirked before he licked his lips and swallowed. The sight caused you to exvent- you loved the sight of Rodimus covered in your transfluid. Marking him as yours.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Not needing to be told twice, you raised a finger to your temple, a sign between you and Rodimus that you were doing something on your HUD. Specifically, taking a photo. Rodimus smirked as he posed for you, the transfluid slowly dripping down his face. After taking a few photos, you reach into your subspace and pull out a soft cleaning rag.

“Aw, I was hoping I’d get to show off.”

Snorting at Rodimus’ whine, you lower yourself down and begin to wipe his face gently.

“Ultra Magnus will have a saprk attack and lecture you while Megatron will sigh and look at you with disapproval.”

Thinking for a second, you continue, finishing cleaning Rodimus’ face.

“I’ll send you the pics to show Drift?”

Before Rodimus could answer, you pull him in for a kiss. You can faintly taste your transfluid on his derma and glossa as you deepen the kiss, swirling your glossa around his. You can hear his engine rev loudly.

“Gotta go, I’ll be late for my shift. See you later, captain.”

Giggling as you got up and walked away, you didn’t need to look back to know how Rodimus looked. He would be looking at you with want in his optics, biting his lip. He’d also be looking a little shocked at how casually you left him on the floor of his office. But, this was the game you both played, and you knew he would repay it ten times more later when you both retreated to his habsuit for the night.

“So, what’d you think?”

Rodimus asked, proudly showing off his refineries. They weren’t huge, but they weren’t small, either. About the size of your servos. They were perky, the nozzles slowly hardening in the slightly cool air of his habsuite. The protoform flesh was soft, light grey coloured, his nozzles a faint red. There was a faint glow from his spark beneath the flesh, almost entirely hidden away.

“They’re cute.”

“Eh? Cute?”

Rodimus looked at you with a slight frown. You bit back a small grin as his spoiler drooped, no doubt from disappointment.

“Come on! They’re sexy! Look how perky they are! Look at the way they lightly bounce every time I move!”

And he was right- as he gestured and pointed to them, there was a slight bounce from them. You smiled. Gulping, you bashfully looked at Rodimus and asked the burning question.

“Am I allowed to-”

“Hell yes you are! I’ve been waiting for you to grab ‘em!”

Rodimus leaned forward, pushing his open chestplate towards you with an eager grin. Shuffling forward on the berth, you gently cupped one of his refineries. He made a small noise, not quite a moan, more like a squeak.

“C-careful, they’re- they’re sensitive…”

“I’ll be gentle, Roddy. Tell me if I hurt you.”

The refinery was as soft as it looked. It filled your servo quite nicely, and it felt light. Rodimus bit his derma to stifle another noise as your thumb grazed over the nozzle.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try getting these pierced.” “I wanted to!” Rodimus said, indignation laced his words as he rolled his optics. You chuckled at the young captain as he continued, “Ratchet said it might cause damage. And that it’d look foolish.”

“I dunno…” Trailing off, you looked back down at the nozzle, once again lightly rubbing your thumb over it. You hummed in appreciation as it hardened at your touch, in your processor you could picture a straight barbell piercing. “I bet you could rock the look, and I imagine it’d be nice to pinch them when they’re pierced.”

“They’re nice to pinch now.”

A loud rev was heard from him as he finished speaking. Looking at Rodimus, you could see a light blue luminescent blush on his faceplate, his optics were dark with need. 

“Oh, I bet they are.”

You purred out, grinning. Rodimus shuffled closer to you, smirking at you..

“Well? Go on…”

Rodimus urged you softly, once again jutting out his refineries towards you. They were certainly inviting. Gently, almost unsure of yourself, you lightly pinched the nozzle, tugging it. Rodimus sighed.

“That’s nice… You can pinch harder though, they’re not fragile. They, uh, they leak energon if you do.”

You looked at Rodimus with a quirked browplate and a silent question on your glossa. Rodimus picked up on it, and answered without needing you to ask it.

“It’s a Prime thing.”

Rodimus shrugged, grinning. You nodded, accepting the somewhat lame answer. But it also made sense, somewhat. Just another Prime thing.

“I see.”

Looking back at his chest, you tugged at his nozzles again, this time more firmer. Rodimus’ engine was actively purring now, his spoiler twitching. You brought your other servo up and fondled the other refinery, humming in delight.

“These are nice. Wish my frame had these, they look nice to play with while self servicing.”

“They- they are.”

Rodimus breathed out, his glossa darting out to wet his derma. You weren’t surprised that Rodimus knew- honestly, it’d be surprising if he didn’t know since he was so adventurous. Rolling his nozzles between your thumb and digits, you tugged once more- and a drizzle of energon leaked out.

“Oh wow.”

The sight did something to you- seeing the bright pink liquid contrast with the light grey colouring of his protoform flesh and red nozzles caused your fans to click on the lowest setting.

“Like what you see?”

Rodimus’ tone was smug as he arched his back further into your touch. Gulping, you nodded.

“Y-yeah. Primus, yeah.”

“You can, you know. I’ve been told my energon is the best tasting ever.”

By Drift, no doubt.

You thought to yourself. Now it was your turn to wet your derma with glossa, suddenly finding yourself with a dry intake. The offer was tempting as you watched the small leak drip down your servo.

“I’d love to.” You croaked out, feeling both excited and nervous. Sensing your nervousness, Rodimus shuffled closer, climbing onto your lap and all but shoving the refineries into your face, the nozzles catching onto your derma. You placed your servos on his hips and held onto him tightly.

“Come on, drink up.”

Who were you to deny your Captain? Greedily, you latched onto his nozzles and gave a soft, experimental suckle. A small burst of energon met your glossa, the taste shocking you. Lapping at the leaking nozzle, you pulled away and looked up at Rodimus, wide optics staring at the young prime.

“That’s- you weren’t kidding. This is… the best energon I’ve ever drank. Wow!”

You latched back onto the nozzle, sucking harder. One servo left his hip to fondle the other, lightly pinching the ignored nozzle. Rodimus moaned lowly, his fans now turning on to a low setting. The quiet combined whirr of both of your fans filled the room, along with the quiet gasps and moans of Rodimus and your soft suckling noises.

“Primus, yes…”

Rodimus gripped your helm, keeping you from moving away from his chest- not like you wanted to. Sucking and lapping at his nozzle continuously, you drank the energon like you were starving and the noises Rodimus was making was egging you on, almost making you delirious.

“Fr-frag, you- I think the one’s empty.”

Rodimus' voice was strained, breathless. Pulling away, you looked up and grinned- Rodimus’ faceplate was flushed blue, optics unfocused and watery, his derma parted and his spoiler was quivering behind him- all clear indications of what you were doing to him. Of what you were making him feel.

Primus above and Pits below, he looked gorgeous.

Quickly, you dipped your back helm down and grabbed onto the other refinery, sucking on the nozzle long and hard. Rodimus threw his helm back, choking out a moan. He began to grind his hips against you, your modesty panels bumping against each other. You began to nibble on the nozzle lightly.

“Oh fuck- yes! Yes, keep doing that!”

I’m barely doing anything- they have got to be really sensitive…

You thought to yourself with a grin as you swallowed another mouthful of energon. Rodimus mewled at your suckling, at how your servo fondled his refinery, tugging at the nozzle. You sucked again, Rodimus’ moaning getting louder-

The door opened.

You jumped at the sudden sound of the habsuite door opening. Rodimus’ nozzle left your derma as you turned your helm and looked at the unannounced visitor- Megatron. You were suddenly filled with dread as you realised that your captain, your boss, had walked in on your fraternising with your other boss. You still had a dribble of energon down your chin as you choked out your word.

“C-Captain.”

“Oh, uh- hey Megs.”

Megatron said nothing, at first- only looking at you, then Rodimus with a frown and a disapproving glare.

“You’re late for the meeting, Captain Rodimus.”

“Oh! Oh, that meeting- That’s today? Wow! Um-”

“You got five kliks.”

With that, the door closed shut, leaving both you and Rodimus alone. Rodimus coughed into his servo, blushing- now out of embarrassment, rather than arousal. You cleared your own intake. Rodimus was the first to talk.

“S-so, uh- you free tonight?”

“Yeah- yeah, I am. Uh, drink at Swerve’s or- or back here? Or mine?”

Rodimus grinned. He shuffled away from your lap and closed his chestplate, putting his refineries away from view.

“Swerve’s sounds good, would love to share a drink.”

“You already did.”

You glanced at his chestplate with knowing optics. Rodimus smirked.

He sighs and leans back in his chair as he slugishly pulls a datapad towards himself. 

"Report on Alieria," He reads the title, "Uuuuugh that was megacycles ago!" He says leaning back and covering his face with his servos, "I don't even remember all the details." He pouts before looking at his clock.

11:30pm.

"Uuuuuggggh I'm gonna be here all night! Stupid reports! Why can't Ultra Magnus just deal with this? I trust him to go over these right." He leans forward resting his helm on the desk with a tired look, "Or Megatron, he can handle this crap as co-captain."

He straightens back up in his chair and picks up the datapad as he lets out a sigh, "May as well get this over with." He says, leaning on his fist as he rests his elbow on the desk. His optics flickering on and off as he reads boring sentence after boring sentence. He lets out a yawn and moves his helm from his fist, setting the datapad up on a stand before folding his arms together on the desk and resting his chin on it.

He can barely keep his optics open as he reads over the same few lines a few times to understand what it's saying before letting out another yawn. He looks over at the clock again. 11:37pm. God it's gonna be a long night.

"Maybe just a few minutes will be fine..." he says closing his optics.

He's jolted awake by the sound of his comm-link going off as he jumps straight up in his chair and looks around.

"Oh right… I was reading reports." He says before looking at the clock.

12:30am.

"Scrap… I only meant to nap for a few minutes." He sighs before checking his comm, "It's probably Magnus, telling me I better have those reports read."

His optics widen when he pulls up the message left, it's from you, and it reads "I'm cold. We should cuddle."

Rodimus has set up a little tree of his own in his office, a pink one, with a little Rodimus Star on top. It was… tacky, but you thought it was cute how excited he got when asking you what you thought of it and of Christmas as a whole. It seemed like he was trying to mimic your level of enthusiasm. You two have been sort of an unofficial couple for the past few months, and you're pretty sure he was just trying to make sure you think he's cool enough to be seen with you, especially since Swerve is throwing a Christmas party and you're sure he's going to ask you to go with him.

You look through your closet for the perfect outfit, something festive, but not overly so. You decide on a sweater that has reindeer and snowflakes on it and some grey pants. You might throw on a Santa hat too, but you haven't decided yet.

You hear a sudden knock on your door and turn your attention to it. You close your closet and make your way over to the door, opening it to find Rodimus standing there with a light up Christmas light necklace and one arm behind his back, "Hey y/n!" he smiles.

"Oh, hey Roddy. Do you need something?"

"Actually…" he pauses, "I uh… I wanted to ask you something?"

You smile, "Yeah?" you ask pretending you don't know he's about to ask you to the party as his date.

"I uh, was wondering if you would… well..." He pauses again this time turning around to put on a fake white beard before turning back around, "Will you be my ho ho ho?"

You stare at him, your smile slowly deflating, as you slow blink at him.

His smile grows more and more nervous before he coughs into his fist, "Sorry… that was stupid wasn't it-"

"Yes."

He gets a nervous look, "Heh, well, uh…" he takes the beard off, "Man that was stupid." He puts a servo over his face, "I uh, I should have gone about this differently. Would you uh, would you go to Swerve's party with me?" He gives a weak, but hopeful smile.

You don't say anything.

"That's a no huh?"

"I'll go with you."

"Yeah I kinda figur- wait what?"

"I'll go with you." You say again, a bit more firmly this time.

He has a look of disbelief, "Really?"

"Yes, really. I like you Roddy, even if you make stupid jokes."

"...You do?"

"Well, yeah."

He smiles, "Sweet! I'll see you at 8 then!"

"It's a date." You smile back, before closing the door to get ready.