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sultrycometz · 5 months ago

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After a long day at the nearby lake, Wyatt Morgan returns to base with the ‘bots to cool down.

A gift fic for @botmilf, featuring her OC and two lover-bots!

Beating the Heat

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 2,107

Art Credit: @/botmilf

Deep within the walls of the missile silo, Wyatt flopped the front of her body onto the nearest bundle of pillows inside the Autobots’ shared bedroom. She sighed, her tongue tasting the sweetness of the pink popsicle in her mouth. Fans blew all around her, keeping her functional and cool. She opened her mouth, groaning and closing her eyes shut.

“Sonnn of a bitch.”

It was hot. Outside, the temperature was blazing, and she only just now returned from a trip with Optimus and Ratchet from the nearby lake. There, Ratchet waded in the water as much as he could, but he still required plenty of rest before he overheated, so they were forced to head back home within hours.

Although Omega-1 was heavily air-conditioned, Wyatt stripped herself down within minutes of entering her silo, sipping on her water bottles. Now, she was just wearing a small camisole and a pair of black panties. She didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her besides the ‘bots. This was her home, their shared home.

Speaking of the ‘bots, only her, Ratchet, Optimus, and little baby Bumblebee lingered inside the missile silo for the time being. The others were out on patrol. In a way, this was her private time, she supposed.

Wyatt sucked on her popsicle, taking in the fruity scent through her nostrils and encouraging the cool juice to trickle down her throat. Before long, a sound from the doorway caused her eyes to blink open. Ratchet arrived, his frame mass-displaced as he carried a couple of cold rags in each servo. The woman slightly lifted herself from the pillows, noticing his hard focus on her.

“Hey, babe. Watcha doing?” She winked. “Starin’ at the popsicle in my mouth?”

Ratchet’s faceplate was tinted with a faint blue.

“Well, it’s…favorable to a cigarette.”

Wyatt chuckled and finished her treat before standing and chucking the stick into the nearest garbage bin. She grinned, running her fingers through her black hair. The medic bot looked her over, beckoning her forward with a wave of his servo.

“Alright. Now, come here.”

She did, granting him access to her body by repositioning herself onto the pillows. Slowly, he applied the cooling compresses to her neck and forehead. She arched her back, moving along with him, accommodating his touch. His affectionate actions coupled by the wet rags on her skin was nothing short of divine to her.

For a moment, however, she thought of Bumblebee. She lifted a brow, shuffling a little.

“Baby taking a nap?”

“Yes, and it’s about time, too,” Ratchet said, “I was beginning to think otherwise. We’re not the only ones who are negatively affected by the temperatures of your planet.”

Wyatt nodded, understanding. She hugged the nearest pillow close beneath her chest.

“Poor thing. He’s crabby.”

“Indeed.”

The woman hummed, enjoying the way the cold rags felt on her sweaty body, the water seeping into her dark skin. She craned her neck and stretched, enjoying the moment to the fullest. She spread her legs once he reached her panties, dabbing the rags to her inner thighs. It took all her strength to not squeeze her legs around his servo right then and there. He was incredibly thorough, leaving no stone unturned.

“Mmm,” she moaned above the sound of the blowing fans, “that feels nice, sweetie.”

Behind her, Ratchet laughed a little.

“As I intended. I’m relieved, Wyatt.”

And so was she, her fingers sinking into the pillows beneath her. He pressed the rags to her lower back, and the woman released a long and shuddering sigh that rippled across her entire body.

“Hm.” He observed her little movements and noises. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

His tone, though firm, was slightly teasing. She turned, catching a glimpse of the Cybertronian’s smile.

“You have no idea, Ratchet.”

Eventually, she grew to be so relaxed that she removed her top with ease, giving Ratchet permission to touch her body even further. She sighed into his digits, gasping as the cooling compress hit her nipples and bare shoulders. Within the breath of a whisper, she repeated Ratchet’s name. Her heart thrummed with bliss as she heard his gentle voice utter her own in return, his ministrations as loving as he was at his core.

In time, there was then the sound of a familiar pair of slow and heavy pedesteps. Optimus Prime entered from the doorway, mass-displaced and his shoulder pads gone. Once his gaze settled on the pair, he smiled. Wyatt waved at him.

“Hey, big guy. Come here.” She glanced at the medic. “Both of you. It’s cuddle time.”

As the three shifted into position, Ratchet scoffed a bit.

“That would exchange more heat between our bodies.”

Wyatt rolled over, welcoming the pair into her pile of adoration. It didn’t take the three long to grow comfortable together. By now, the mechs were on either side of her, their bodies against the pillows and against each other. Smirking, she rubbed Ratchet’s finials in order to soothe him.

“We’ll live.”

Optimus snuggled her, venting his helm into her lower back. The tone in his voice was as tender as ever.

“I am inclined to agree with her, Ratchet.” …

Minutes passed since the trio started cuddling, and Wyatt couldn’t ask for anything more. Within those minutes, snuggling, however, led into something a bit more intimate. In such a short amount of time, the woman’s relaxation shifted into arousal. And, judging by the looks on her mechs, they shared the same feeling.

Optimus’s engine purred with a low and endearing rumble as he pressed his helm into Wyatt’s breasts. She smiled, rubbing his crest as he fondled her thighs like they were a stress toy. He was gentle but diligent in his touches, his digits resting into the plumpness of her squish.

Likewise, on the other end, Ratchet groped the softness of her ass. Deciding to acknowledge this, Wyatt turned and hooked her fingers beneath her panties, stripping herself until she was completely bare. As she tossed her underwear to the side, the Autobot medic already vented with desire alongside her.

“Is now…really the time to be doing this?”

Wyatt shrugged at him, tracing his finials.

“I dunno. You tell me.”

With her side flat against the pillows, she leaned forward and cupped his metallic cheeks. And then, she kissed him directly on the dermas. As her eyes closed, Ratchet deepened the kiss by holding a servo to the back of her head to keep her in place. Wyatt moaned, her tongue running playfully against his bottom derma. A guttural sound emitted from Ratchet as he kissed her more, causing the woman to sink further into his embrace. With the steady beat of her heart, she stroked the sides of his faceplate and felt all that she could of his heat with her lips and her tongue. Similarly, Ratchet’s own glossa tasted the entrance to her mouth with slow, deliberate motions.

When she broke apart for air, she turned to Optimus, scanning the hint of longing in his glossy, blue optics.

“Wyatt…”

She smiled at the soft tone of his voice, feeling the familiar wetness between her naked legs. After learning forward, she kissed him as well, tender but passionate. Wyatt lifted her palm to his warm cheek and melted into the smooch. It was true. Ratchet was the better kisser. However, Optimus possessed the spark. He returned her affections, moving his dermas against her own lips until her teeth nibbled a little at his mouthpiece.

“Ah!”

Wyatt produced another moan. Behind her, Ratchet lifted her hair out of the way to gain easier access to the tattoo on her neck. He kissed her there, sweet and long. The sudden warmth on such a sensitive spot prompted her body to shiver with delight.

Slowly, Ratchet’s servos trailed down her body, from her hips to the curve of her ass. When he reached her pussy, he carefully touched her folds, testing her.

“Mm. You’re lubricated but far from ready.”

Beside her, Optimus moaned lightly into Wyatt’s ear.

“Then what do you propose, old friend?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Wyatt watched and felt as Ratchet lifted himself to touch his partner. Together, they smiled at one another before bumping their helms, sharing their own chaste kisses.

“I propose…that we attend to her as best as we can.”

A faint layer of warmth formed across Wyatt’s cheeks. By the time Optimus and Ratchet retracted themselves from each other, Ratchet’s digit already teased Wyatt’s cunt, stroking along her slit and rubbing circles into the tiny nub of her clit.

Wyatt fell back onto the pillows, using her fingers to rub and pinch at her nipples. She squeezed at the hardened buds, biting her lower lip as her toes curled. She moaned out the names of her partners with such bliss and adoration.

“Nng…fuck!”

Gingerly, Optimus leaned towards her, stopping before her breasts. He glanced at her nipples before looking at her with gentle optics.

“May I?”

Wyatt smiled at him.

“Go ahead, love.”

The Prime nodded. As she lowered her hands to her sides, he reached out with his dermas, beginning to suck on her chest. His mouthpiece fit around one nipple while he used his free servo to fondle her other breast. She squirmed as she felt his dermas lightly tease her areola, treating her skin with utmost care and sensitivity. Every squish he made with his servo was careful, just as every suck with his dermas was gentle. The very moment he pulled away to switch to the other tit, he moaned onto her nipple. The very sound caused her abdomen to throb.

Ratchet locked eyes with Wyatt. Carefully, he lowered himself between her legs, resting his helm between her inner thighs. He stroked them, petting them with such grace and love before asking for her permission to stick out his glossa.

“Is this…alright?”

Wyatt nodded.

Ratchet wasted no time, using his glossa to tease her folds and slick slit. He wrapped his digits around her thighs, pulling her closer. Eagerly, Wyatt bucked her hips a little, prompting him to chuckle.

“Fuck,” Wyatt sighed. “I love how you eat me out.”

The medic’s internal mechanics whirred with heat and pleasure.

“Is that so?” He smirked between her thighs. “In that case, just relax and let good ol’ doc bot take care of you.”

She did. With attention on both her tits and her pussy, she felt as though she could orgasm on the spot. And yet, she attempted to hold herself back as much as she could, wanting to enjoy their moment as much as possible. Optimus’s glossa flicked over her nipple while Ratchet’s dermas sucked on her clit. The combined stimulation was almost overwhelming, but certainly not uncomfortable. She arched her back, moaning as the two mechs provided her with their devotion and affections.

Wyatt was close. She could feel it. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and her cunt pulsed and twitched with every stroke her medic delivered. With a verbal promise of her love for the two, she no longer held herself back. Her pussy clenched and contracted. She orgasmed hard on Ratchet’s glossa, and he lapped it up as much as he could. Her legs turned numb, and her eyes flickered. She grasped onto the mech’s helm, drawing Ratchet closer towards her. Likewise, using her arms, she hugged Optimus, wanting him near her. It took almost a full minute for Wyatt to recover. Together, they worked her through her orgasm until she finally relaxed one more.

“Holy shit.”

She panted, her chest rising and falling swiftly into Optimus’s mouthpiece and servos. A moment of silence ensued as the three exchanged sweet looks with one another. All was blissful, and all was calm.

Well, at least until the baby started to cry from the next room over. Wyatt chuckled, not truly surprised.

“Fuck.”

Ratchet groaned, pulling himself away from her crotch. Similarly, Optimus removed himself from her breasts with a little smile on his faceplate, one that encouraged Wyatt to grin right back at him.

Leaning forward, Ratchet pressed a kiss to her teardrop tattoo.

“I’ll…go fetch him.”

Before he could make his leave, however, Wyatt stopped him with her hand to his digit.

“Hold on. You know that I love you guys, right?”

Ratchet blinked, processing her words before smiling at her.

“Yes, yes. We know. I love you, too.”

He nodded, his voice soft and kind. When he finally left the bedroom, Optimus cuddled her soon after.

“As do I, Wyatt…with all of my spark.”

The woman hummed, pressing another kiss to his helm.