Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Optimus x Drift

Prompt: Drift sitting on Optimus's lap with Optimus bottomed out inside of Drift while Optimus conducts a meeting over video. Optimus can use Drift whenever he like and say: be quiet doll, don't let them hear you ~
Orgasm denial used as punishment for a disobedient sub
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Drift whimpered and shifted where he was seated on Optimus' lap. Optimus had taken him by surprise when he had entered the room, lifted him up, and sat him down on his lap. Now, Drift could feel Optimus' hard spike deep inside him, filling him up completely. Despite the unexpectedness of it all, Drift couldn't help but feel aroused by the situation. Optimus had a serious expression on his face as he conducted a meeting over video, but his servo was teasing his mates spike with a sounding rod and stroking over the smaller mechs plating. Drift bit his lip to stifle a moan, feeling his body respond to Optimus' touch. He tried to focus on the meeting, but it was difficult with Optimus inside him and stimulating him in such an intimate way. "Be quiet, doll," Optimus whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't let them hear you." Drift nodded, his optics flickering as Optimus continued to play with him. His own spike was hard and aching, and he wanted nothing more than to touch himself, but he knew he couldn't. Not while Optimus was using him like this. Optimus moved his servo away from Drift's spike and leaned in, pressing a deep kiss to his mate's neck. Drift moaned softly, feeling his spark pulse with desire. He wanted more, needed more. Optimus pulled away to go back to the meeting leaving Drift whining softly with need. But Optimus wasn't done with him yet. He continued to thrust into Drift, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through his frame. Drift tried to remain quiet, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as his pleasure built. "Please," Drift whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. "I need to come." Optimus smirked, his servos gripping Drift's hips as he continued to move inside him. "Not yet, my darling," he said. "You'll come when I say you can come." Drift moaned, feeling himself on the edge of release. He tried to hold back, but then Optimus hit that one spot inside him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out, his frame trembling as he came hard around Optimus' spike. Optimus paused the meeting and growled at Drift who whimpered and ducked his helm in a silent apology for breaking their agreement. "Did I say you could make noise, doll?" Optimus asked, his tone stern. Drift shook his head, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He knew he had broken their agreement, and he knew there would be consequences. "Since you can't follow simple instructions, I think you need to be punished," Optimus said, his voice low and dangerous. Drift's spark raced with fear and anticipation. He didn't know what kind of punishment Optimus had in mind, but he knew he would take it willingly. Optimus resumed the meeting and kept Drift still though he rubbed harshly at the samurai's anterior node, he acted like nothing happened and the rest of the members on the meetings didn't bring it up. Drift tried his best to focus on the meeting, but it was difficult with Optimus still teasing him. He squirmed in his mate's lap, feeling his spark pulse with desire once again. Optimus continued to rub at Drift's anterior node, his touch rough and demanding. Drift whimpered, feeling his body respond to Optimus' touch. "Be still, doll," Optimus growled. "Don't make a sound." Drift nodded, his frame trembling with need. He tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Optimus knew just how to touch him, just how to make him come undone. Finally, Drift couldn't take it anymore. He cried out, his frame shaking as he came hard around Optimus' spike once again. Optimus glared down at the smaller mech for once again disobeying him, grabbing Drift's servos and pinning them behind his back cuffing them like that and muting the meeting for a moment. "You really can't obey Can you? Overloading twice when I didn't give you permission and making noises." He snarled lowly. Drift hung his helm in shame, feeling guilty for breaking their agreement once again. He knew he deserved to be punished, and he didn't resist as Optimus restrained him. "I'm sorry, Optimus," Drift said softly. "I'll do better next time."
Optimus didn't respond, but Drift could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. Drift knew he had to make it up to him, to show him that he was worth keeping. Optimus resumed the meeting, but Drift could barely focus on it. He couldn't focus on anything but the growing nervousness and anticipation for the punishment he knew was coming, he rocked his hips slightly and bit his derma to shut himself up trying to make Optimus realize he was worth keeping. He didn't want Optimus to throw him off to the side and get replaced. Optimus finally ended the Meeting and roughly pushed Drift down off his spike and onto the ground with a growl, "you disobeyed, twice. You don't deserve to be sitting on my lap anymore." Optimus stood up, towering over Drift who was still on the ground. "You will stay here and think about what you've done," he said, his tone cold and distant. "And when I come back, you will be ready to accept your punishment." Drift nodded, feeling ashamed and alone. He watched as Optimus left, feeling his spark ache with longing. He knew he had made a mistake, and he knew he deserved to be punished. But he also knew that he loved Optimus, and he would do anything to make it right. He waited for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts consumed by his own guilt and desire. When Optimus finally returned, Drift was ready. He stood up, facing his mate with his helm held high. "I'm ready for my punishment, Optimus," he said softly. Optimus nodded, his expression unreadable. He led Drift to their private quarters, pushing him down onto the bed. He climbed on top of Drift, his hands gripping Drift's hips tightly. "You need to learn some discipline, my doll," Optimus said, his voice low and dangerous. "You need to learn how to obey me." Drift nodded, feeling a sense of submission and belonging. He knew that he was meant to be used by Optimus, that he was meant to be punished when he disobeyed. Optimus began to thrust into Drift once again, but this time, he didn't let Drift come. He would bring him to the brink of orgasm, then stop, denying him the release he so desperately craved. Drift begged and pleaded with Optimus, but his mate would not relent. He continued to deny Drift, punishing him for his disobedience. Hours passed, and still, Optimus denied Drift. Drift's body was aching with desire, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of submission and surrender. Finally, Optimus allowed Drift to come, but only after he had made him beg for it, only after he had shown him that he was willing to do anything for his mate. Drift collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling. He knew that he had been punished, but he also knew that he had been forgiven. He knew that Optimus loved him, and he knew that he would do anything to please him. "I love you, Optimus," he said softly. Optimus smiled down at him, his expression softening. "I love you too, my doll," he said. "But you need to learn some discipline. You need to learn how to obey me."