Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Optimus x Ratchet (Omegaverse)

Prompts:
Y-you want to do it here? Now? What about the guests?
Ratchet being so unbearably turned on that they're reduced to whimpering and begging and pleading for Optimus to fuck them senseless.
Ratchet having a vibrator in his valve the whole event.
Omega (Ratchet) in heat begging for their alpha (Optimus) to help them
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Optimus was sitting talking to some important guests when Ratchet approached him, their optics meeting across the room. There was a look of desperation in Ratchet's optics that Optimus knew all too well. Optimus decided to tease and ignore his mate spiking the vibrator up to the max as he talked to the dignitaries , relishing in the way Ratchet squirmed and whimpered with need.  Ratchet's hands clenched into fists, his body shaking with desire as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Y-you want to do it here? Now?" he managed to gasp out, barely able to form coherent thoughts as the vibrator hummed away inside him. Optimus just smiled, his gaze never leaving the guests. "What about them?" he murmured, enjoying the way Ratchet's face flushed with embarrassment. "You'll have to wait sweetspark." Optimus purred glancing at Ratchet before standing up and walking off with another mech to talk leaving Ratchet behind. Ratchet was left standing there, his body still buzzing with need as he watched Optimus walk away. He could feel the eyes of the other guests on him, their expressions ranging from curiosity to disgust. He tried to compose himself, to act like nothing had happened, but it was impossible. The vibrator was still humming away inside him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Finally, unable to take it any longer, Ratchet made his excuses and left the room, heading back to their quarters. He was practically running by the time he got there, tearing off his armor and collapsing onto the berth. He was still so turned on, so desperate for release, that he could barely think straight. He tried to touch himself, but it wasn't enough. He needed Optimus, needed him to take control, to fuck him senseless and make him forget about everything else. Optimus however, had no plans to help his desperate omega just yet. Optimus commed Ratchet saying he needed to come back to the event since it was dinner, Ratchet reluctantly put his decorative armor back on and slipped on a heat suppressor before going back. He sat next to Optimus and whimpered softly at all the stares from the dignitaries, Optimus pulled Ratchet into his lap just like the other alphas were doing and Ratchet started to tremble from need trying desperately to not make a scene at dinner. Optimus could feel Ratchet's body trembling with need as he held him close, trying to offer some comfort in the midst of the dignitaries' prying eyes. Ratchet was barely able to focus on anything except the constant buzzing of the vibrator in his valve, his body aching with need as he tried to maintain his composure. Optimus could feel his own arousal building as he watched Ratchet struggle, the thought of taking his mate right there in front of everyone almost too much to bear. But he knew he couldn't do that, not with so many eyes on them. So he just held Ratchet close, whispering soothing words in his audio receptors as he tried to help him through his heat. The dinner seemed to last forever, Ratchet squirming in his lap the whole time, barely able to contain his need. And then, finally, it was over. Optimus stood up, his hand still firmly around Ratchet's waist as he led him out of the room. Ratchet whimpered and couldn't wait any longer, tugging Optimus down for a heated kiss and flaring his vents releasing all the pheromones on a needy fertile omega in heat. Optimus growled softly and pushed Ratchet back spiking the vibrator again, "behave Sweetspark. I know your in heat and desperate for me darling but i have to attend one more event ok? You can grind against me there darling, be a good omega for me." He said pulling Ratchet close by the waist. Ratchet's body was on fire, the vibrator in his valve driving him to the brink of madness as Optimus pulled him close. He whimpered softly, trying to contain his need as Optimus spoke, promising him release but not quite yet. Ratchet nodded, his body still trembling with need as Optimus led him to the next event. He tried his best to behave, to keep his composure, but it was almost impossible. Every movement, every sound, sent waves of pleasure through his body, the vibrator inside him driving him closer and closer to the edge. Optimus set Ratchet on his lap in a position that would offer the omega some release, he saw other couples getting frisky already so he knew he could somewhat help him mate, "I know i know baby, your so desperate right? Want my spike so bad?" He purred roughly against the medics audial. Ratchet moaned softly, his body arching against Optimus as he felt the vibrator inside him spike again. The constant stimulation was almost too much, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment. He nodded frantically in response to Optimus' words, his mind consumed by need and desire. He couldn't wait any longer, couldn't hold back the flood of pleasure that was threatening to consume him. He let his panel slide back and rocked his hips with a whimper as Optimus offered his thigh for the omega to use, Optimus gently unclipped the vibrator to give Ratchet some relief. Ratchet moaned in relief as the vibrator was finally removed, his body already on the brink of orgasm. He didn't waste any time, grinding his hips against Optimus' thigh as he let out a string of needy whimpers and moans. Optimus groaned at the sensation, his own arousal spiking as he watched his mate lose himself in pleasure. He cupped Ratchet's face in his hands, kissing him deeply as he let his fingers trail down over his mate's frame. Ratchet's moans grew louder and more urgent as Optimus touched him, his frame arching against his alpha's as he sought release. And then, Optimus moved Ratchet off his lap as a mech came to talk to him. Ratchet whimpered in frustration as Optimus pulled away, leaving him alone and needy once again. He tried to compose himself, to calm his racing spark, but it was impossible. The pleasure was still coursing through his body, the need still burning inside him. He glanced around the room, looking for any sign of relief, but there was none. The other guests were talking and laughing, completely oblivious to his plight. He felt so alone, so desperate, that he wanted to cry. And then, finally, Optimus returned, his gaze fixed firmly on Ratchet. Ratchet could see the hunger in his alpha's eyes, the need to claim and possess him. And he knew, with a certainty that bordered on desperation, that he wanted the same thing. Optimus took his hand, leading him out of the room and back to their quarters. Ratchet followed him eagerly, his body still buzzing with need as Optimus led him to the berth. And then, finally, Optimus gave him what he had been craving, what he had been begging for all night. He took Ratchet in his arms, kissing him deeply as he stripped away his armor and took him hard and fast. Ratchet cried out, his body trembling with pleasure as Optimus took him to new heights of ecstasy. He clung to his alpha, his body moving in perfect harmony with Optimus' as they both reached the heights of pleasure. And when it was over, when they were both spent and panting, Ratchet couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, alpha," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Optimus just smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. "Anything for my omega," he murmured, his hands trailing over Ratchet's frame. "Always."