Transformers Lemons 1

Ratchet X Human!Reader

For the past two months Ironhide tried and attempted several times to get you and Ratchet to like eachother. He'd fail every time. You and Ratchet unfortantley hated eachother. It just simply wouldn't work.
He liked quiet work environments and you liked breaking things and loud noisey events.

But sometimes to you Ratchet was very tolerable, you just wouldn't admit it. It was understandable in your case, letting him find out that you enjoyed his presence would give ironhide the pleasure to tease you about your fascination for the Medic.

However the medic thought he'd be mocked by his fellow comrades for fondling with a human. It's not like the connection wasn't there because it as very visible to sideswipe. He'd even mock you when you'd go in for checkups.

Speaking of checkups...Today was the day you had to get your flu vaccine. He offered to personally give it to you, along with the suggestion that you stay there and have a word of acknowledgement with him. It was a odd request but you accepted.

When entering the med bay he greeted you with a nod. You then udderly wondered why everything was in Bipdeal-Holoform. You trailed your eyes down your now toleratable sized mech. His bipedal holo size was just intimidating. Having him so close to your size to be able to just touch you personally in general was a little out of your comfort zone. Even his human holoform to you was intimidating...

"Is everything alright?"

You shifted from your thoughts.
"Yeah..Why ask?"

"I didn't process it as normal when I saw you were viewing my chasis oddly with your human optics.."

"N-No I was just-"

"Have a seat."

He completely ignored your response and ordered you to sit down. You could already tell he was not in the mood. You sat down on the chair he had specifically made for when then N.E.S.T agents needed medical attention.

The flu vaccine was on the counter near you yet Ratchet was still on his datapad typing at new reports in medical health. You got bored so you swung your feet back and forth kicking the chair slightly.

"Do not kick any furniture in here."

He was even more annoyed now because you only kicked the chair harder. He stood up now realizing you needed to be removed from the med bay quickly as possible so he hurried up and gave you the vaccine.

"Now scat." He grumbled sitting back into his chair.

"You didn't give me a band aid."
He remembered you could get an infection if a 'band aid' wasn't not applied on your kind after recieving any treatment, so he applied one to the area he gave you the vaccine.
"No penicillin?"

"Why would you need penicillin for a vaccine? I got give you a reason to want penicillin of that's what you want.."

Did the honorable and respectable elder medic of the Autobots just pull a dirty liner? The only way you could respond was saying something in the same nature back.
"Only if your age doesn't catch up to you."

"Don't worry about what my age is and what it limits me to, worry about how much experience in intercourse I know from my age."

"Dirty old mech.."

Ratchet growled and pinned you to the medical bed. The chair was knocked over and you knew he will be blaming you for the damaged furniture later. He watched his weight on you realizing you're not cybertronian and his next activity will turn into a saftey issue. You however were enjoying how his smooth metal rubbed your skin in all the right places.

He slid his cold metal hands down and your pants and felt around in your wet warmth of an anatomy. He pulled his hand out and slid your jeans and underwear off completely. Obviously not revealing his anatomy yet he wanted to make you anxious and eager.

He didn't take off your shirt and bra because he wanted to make this session quick and easy to clean. He was already imagining how much fluids he will have to clean off the medical berth and the and the cautiousness of having someone walk in on you both.

You squirmed and wanted him to do something other than just fingering you and rubbing your clitorus in a rough pace. You needed to feel him inside you, you needed him to feel pleasure too.

You rubbed your index finger down the lining of his armored panel on his crotch hoping that's where his 'equipment' was. To your surprise it was there since his panel snapped back revealing a large metal rod that had a sharpish tip and had wide seams. You figured you might be able to handle it.

"I cannot make any promises that this will not hurt." He warned you for the second time that this activity may hurt a little. You sighed and kissed his mouth or whatever it was. You felt something wet and sticky slide into your mouth from his. It startled you greatly until he told you it was a tongue muscle they call a glossa. After a while the taste of it was pleasing. He deepened the kiss when he slid his his mech hood inside you feeling you arch your back beneath him.

It felt weird. The large member that was called a spike felt heavy inside you and warm. It also released lubricant in you and on you.
He positioned himself and a more comfortable way where he was sure that even with his modified size he would not crush you.

Slowly he thrusted inside you in a gentle pace realizing that it was hurting you because it was oversized and not specifically for your species he went slow and easy. 

You felt him shiver and shake in pleasure because your tight walls clenched smothly around his spike. He picked up the pace when he felt his spike throb knowing that it was a sign of overloading. A loud wet clapping sound erupted from in between you in Ratchet as he strived for an overload. You were moaning loud enough for almost the whole autobot hangar to hear you. He rubbed your clitorus again so you can climax with him as he slammed his hips yours. He placed a rough spank on your fragile bottom causing you to shriek and tighten harder on him.

"Mmh ah ah frag frag frag!"
He growled and moaned as he overloaded inside you. The overload felt even weirder. It felt like heated syrup was being poured out inside you. You really didn't care how it felt as long as it was coming out of Ratchet's thick spike. He vented heavily while you panted.

"Not bad for a dirty old mech."
He smirked and kissed your lips. You admit he was actually not as boring and serious as he seemed to be.
You were going to tell him that you wanted to try this again until you were rudely interrupted by the sound of sideswipes clapping and Ironhide whistling...

XD this was a little too long next will be Optimus X Injured Cybertronian! Reader
Then after that Blitzwing  X Human! Reader