Running, your digits along the underside, letting your thumb glide over the slit on the top and smearing the pre-trans fluid that had leaked out. His thick, and might I add long, spike popped up, fully erect. You pushed him down onto the berth, and gently, but forcefully, took off Ratchets panel. You roughly grabbed at his interface panel, making Ratchet gasp at the sudden contact. You growled lowly at him, making him chuckle once again. You shuddered again when Ratchet slipped two digits into your heat.Īs he began pumping them in and out of your greedy valve, you tried to buck into his servo, earning a chuckle from your lover.Īfter a few minutes of his relentless teasing, you were finally close to overload, when he removed his digits. As your panel popped off and the cold air hit your now exposed and dripping valve, you shuddered at the feeling. He pinned you to the wall and captured your dermas in a passionate kiss that left you gasping for breath.ĭuring this kiss, you failed to notice that Ratchets servo had begun to pry off your interface panel. He didn't take you to his berth at first like he usually does. He gently hefted you up onto his hips as he carried you into his berthroom. You heard him groan into your neck cables as he put in the code for his room. You couldn't help it as your servo once again slid down to his interface panel. His derma latched onto your sensitive neck cables, causing an almost silent moan to pass you derma. ![]() Before you could put the code into the lock to the left of your door, Ratchet pushed you against the door. He turned off the monitors as you led the way to your berthroom, which happened to be right next to his. You could get him to do anything right now. You had him wrapped around your digit now. You felt the medic shudder beneath your touch. All I know is that I need you, and you need me." You whispered in his audio seductively. "Ya know what Ratch? I can't bring myself to care at the moment. "Y-y-y/n, please, I'm t-trying to work." Ratchet stuttered out. You digit began drawing little circles on the overly warm metal. You pressed yourself closer to his back, hoping you could get him to turn around. You felt, rather than saw, he takes a vent. ![]() You were going to to make sure he knew that was incorrect.Īs you let your servos fall off his hips and land on his interface panel. He huffed and went back to working on what he was doing.Īpparently, it was more important than you. Without thinking, you came up behind the medic and wrapped your arms around his waist, prompting him to look down at you. Oh geez, the scent of his heat was almost too much. You stood by the entrance to the main room, watching Ratchet do what Ratchet does best work. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy some interface? Waiting for the right time to pounce.Īs much as you hang around the mech, you'd think you would know when he was in heat, especially with your heightened sense of smell.īut whatever, just a small change of plans. You were standing at the entrance to the main room in that base, watching Ratchet work. You had medical training, you knew how to fix a bot. The plan was to sneak up behind him, grab him, and drag him to his room, and lock him in for a while. He wasn't going to be happy, but as long as he got some recharge. You tried talking to him about it, but when you did, he just brushed you off. Not at night, not during the day, not at all.Īnd it worried the pit out of you. As happy as a bot could be in a time of war. ![]() You and Ratchet didn't originally start out like that though.Īt first, the two of you were enemies, then good friends, then to friends with benefits, and so on, and nowhere you both were. You and Ratchet had been lovers for a while now, but both of you decided to keep your relationship a secret from the team. I don't know why, but, it feels easier to wrote lemons involving Ratchet.
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