Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Optimus x Drift pt 2 (omegaverse)

Prompt/s: Optimus: Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.
Optimus: C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working.
Optimus using Drift as a cockwarmer. He holds him close and strokes his helm as his spike is buried deep inside him.
Optimus likes to be rough with his omega and Drift lets him
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After Drift had fully calmed down and recovered from the other ordeal, Optimus gently suggest a less intense scenario where Drift didnt have to act at all. Drift agreed eagerly wanting to make up for denying his alpha interface the last time, this time he had a safeword just in case it got to intense and Optimus had gotten permission from the omega to embrace his alpha side which meant he would be rougher and more dominant. Optimus sat at his console, his fingers typing away at the keys as he worked on a report. He could feel Drift's heat radiating against his stabilizer, the omega's body pressed close his stabilizers from where he was sitting on the ground resting his helm on Optimus' thigh wanting attention. Optimus chuckled at how good Drift was being and really he couldn't deny the omega when he had whimpered and nuzzled Optimus' panel, "C'mere darling, you can sit on my lap until im done working." He purred making Drift perk up and climb into his alpha's lap happily, Drift was set on getting Optimus to open his panel and started to paw at it with small needy whimpers but Optimus just growled and very gently bite Drift's audial, just enough that it could be felt but definitely not hard enough to cause any harm. He was still hesitant to be rough with his omega, especially after last time. Drift whimpered softly, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over him as Optimus denied him access to his interface panel. But he knew that he had to be patient, that his alpha knew best. He settled into Optimus's lap, content to just be close to him. As he rested his helm on Optimus's shoulder, he could feel his alpha's spike growing hard, pressing against his panel. "Alpha," he whispered, his voice low and needy. "Please, I want to feel you inside me." Optimus growled softly, his fingers tightening around Drift's waist as he pulled him closer. "You want it rough, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Drift nodded eagerly, his body responding to Optimus's dominant tone. "Yes, alpha," he whispered. "Please, I need it." Optimus grinned, his optics darkening as he reached down and began to stroke Drift's interface panel. "You're such a good omega," he growled. "So eager to please your alpha." Drift moaned softly, his body responding eagerly to Optimus's touch. He could feel his spike growing hard, the need for release almost overwhelming him. But he stayed patient, panting and whimpering softly as Optimus stroked his closed panel before pulling away. Drift huffed softly and went back to gently pawing at his alpha's panel, it was more about him wanting to please his alpha then anything else. Optimus hissed softly and gave in letting his panel slide back makings Drift purr and have his panel snap back, he kew he needed prep to take his alpha's large spike especially if it leads to a knot but he didnt want to wait. Optimus seemed to sense his mates desperation and chuckled softly, "Darling you need prep, be a good omega and stretch yourself for me." He said in a seductive and commanding tone. Drift nodded eagerly, his body already aching for his alpha's touch. He slipped off of Optimus's lap and onto the floor, positioning himself on all fours. He reached back and began to stretch himself, his digits working their way inside as he moaned softly. Optimus watched him with a predatory gaze, his optics darkening with desire. He could feel his spike growing harder by the second, the need to be inside his omega almost overwhelming. "That's it, darling," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Stretch yourself for me. Make yourself ready for my spike." Drift moaned again, his body responding eagerly to Optimus's words. He could feel his interface panel opening wider, his body preparing itself for his alpha's touch. Optimus had to pry his optics away from his omega and go back to work, as much as he wanted to take Drift already he knew the smaller mech needed a fair amount of prep first. "Use a toy sweetspark, get that knotted dildo you love so much." Optimus growled glancing down at his mate who was panting and whining already. Drift nodded eagerly, his body already aching for his alpha's touch. He quickly retrieved the toy from their bedside table and positioned himself back on all fours, pressing the dildo inside him as he moaned softly. "That's it, darling," Optimus growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Make yourself ready for my spike. Show me how much you want it." Drift whimoered and nodded eagerly slick slipping out of his valve making a small puddle on the ground as he arched hitting his sweet spot. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Drift was fully prepared and scrambled back into his mates lap with a trill and a whine. Optimus chuckled at his mates eagerness, "Thats it, good omega. Such a good omega." He praised knowing how much Drift loved hearing his alphas praise. "Go on now, be a good omega and warm my spike while i work darling. I may reward you after if you do well." Optimus said in a dark tone making Drift shudder and mewl as he slipped onto the alphas large spike, gasping and clawing at Optimus' shoulders as he sunk down. Optimus had to, ever so gently as to not break them, un hook Drift's smaller claws from his plating and knead his omega's servo to get them to retract. Drift moaned softly, his body trembling with pleasure as Optimus's spike filled him completely. He began to rock back and forth, his body moving in time with Optimus's thrusts as he moaned and whimpered softly. Optimus held him close, his servos stroking his helm as he continued to work, his spike buried deep inside Drift. He could feel his own release building within him, the need for release almost overwhelming him. But he stayed patient, focusing on his work as Drift continued to warm his spike with his tight, hot valve. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Optimus was done with his work and he turned his full attention to Drift. He gripped the omega's waist tightly, thrusting into him with increasing force as he moaned and growled with pleasure. Drift cried out, his body shaking with the intensity of his release as Optimus continued to thrust into him, riding out his own orgasm with a fierce intensity. Finally, they collapsed onto the floor, panting and exhausted. Optimus held Drift close, his servos still stroking the omega's helm as they both came down from their high. "You're such a good omega," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. "I'm so proud of you." Drift smiled weakly, feeling a sense of warmth and safety wash over him. He knew that he was in good hands with Optimus, and that his alpha would always take care of him.