Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Left Out (Smokescreen x Femme Reader) Lemon

Description - Smokescreen is the only one that hasn't interfaced since he joined team Prime so he tries to interface with you.

⚠️ Warning!: Contains smexy times ⚠️

Smokescreen was acting strange lately. I know he was a very clingy and energetic mech, but recently he has been all over me. Earlier today when I was just kicking back at base and he was sitting next to me, tracing his digits along my leg plate. He's always happy to see me, and I'm okay with that. I just don't get what's going on that processor of his most of the time. 

I was finishing up a nice oil bath I had taken to loosen up my gears. As I made my way to my dorm I caught a glimpse of the bright blue tinge of Smokescreen walking down the hallway. I scurried into my room before he spotted me. I was about to close my door when the younger mech peered around the corner. The yellow-streaked mech flashed his bright round optics at me.

"Hey (Y/n), do you have moment to talk?", he asked innocently. I wanted to say no because I just got out of a nice hot shower and wanted to relax without all his energy wearing me down, but he had an adorable face that I just couldn't say no to. I sighed, knowing I would regret accepting his request. "Sure".

Smokescreen's optic ridges perked up with excitement and he walked in, closing the door behind him. I was busy putting away a cloth I was using to dry myself off. I felt a presence behind me and I turned to see the mech standing relatively close to me. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, stealing a kiss.

"Smokescreen!", I shouted trying to push him away but he was stronger than me even being the smallest mech in the team. My servo was against his forehead in attempt to push back as I tried to figure out what was going on.

"Is this what you wanted to come in here for?!", I asked in a struggle to keep him from moving. Smokescreen giggled.

"Yea part of it. Now come on, let's fool around", he insisted. I swear, this guy was hooked up on something. His processor must of been out of wack if he thinks he could just walk in here and spray all this scrap on me. 

"Hold on...j-just..slow down!", I ducked out of his grip. I stood apart from the mech to keep a good distance between us so he wouldn't jump at me like that again. Smokescreen gave me a pout and slouched his shoulder plates. His arms were dangling in front of him as he lowered his helm.

"Sorry (Y/n), I'm just bummed from everyone telling me how much of a rookie I am. All the guys brag about their stories on getting laid and I haven't even gotten any since way before I joined Team Prime. I need some loosening up", he ranted. 

This was such an odd thing to bring up. I guess that would explain why he had been acting the way he has around me. I haven't even thought about having relations with anybody during the time I've been part of the team. It feels weird thinking about Bumblebee and Bulkhead that way because they are basically like family. Making conversation with Ratchet is hard enough, and Optimus, well, he's way outta my league. Smokescreen is fairly new and is the only mech that has shown interest in me. I don't see why this wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"So what your saying is that you want me to interface with you?", I placed my servos on my hips in a flirtatious matter. Smokescreen twiddled his thumbs, staring at my posture.

"Um..well..when you put it like that....yea", he spoke nervously. I was totally on board with this. I paced myself towards the mech and wrapped my arms around his neck, fluttering my optics at him femininely. He was easily seduced by my sexy impression.