Requested by: The incredibly wonderful @00SquishySquiddy00 who is a fabulous, beautiful friend and an amazing writer, so, be sure to check her out and give her a follow!

Info: The reader (who is a Cybertronian Femme), is friends with TFP Smokescreen and is part of Team Prime. After the kids go home, they play a game. The reader and Smokescreen are friends and like each other but haven't told each other yet. Whilst in the middle of a game session that turns into more of a taunt to Smokescreen, he gets tired of all the teasing and can't take it anymore. He drags Y/D to his berthroom and well. . . Let the real games begin.

Warning(s): Cybertronian swearing, descriptive lemon scene, you get the idea.

Other information: Since this is my first thing here, I shall list some terms.

Y/D(your designation/name), berthroom(bedroom), spark(heart), chassis(chest; pronounced kass-ee), optics(eyes), femme(female), mech(male), Y/N/N(Your nickname), helm(head), faceplates(face, when I say their faceplates flush blue I mean they're blushing), servo(hand), audio receptors(ears), vent(breathing), dermas(lips), aft(ass), glossa(tongue), berth(bed), digit(finger), interface(sexual intercourse), sweetspark(literally sweetheart; a Cybertronian term of endearment), frag(fuck; or frick), valve(vagina), spike(penis), recharge(sleep), and clik(a Cybertronian unit of time that I believe is kind of like seconds?)

I tried my best with the truth or dare, also, this is my first ever lemon so bare with me😂

Seating arrangements for the game: Wheeljack, then to his right his Arcee, then Bee, then you, then Smokescreen, the Optimus, then Bulkhead, then Ratchet. Ultra Magnus isn't here because I don't like him 😆 uh no well also I was halfway through and realized I forgot him 🤷🏻‍♀️

Let the Games Begin

Your POV (1st Person)

My spark pounds in my chassis as I watch him. So ambitious and full of potential. Not to mention, incredibly handsome.

Miko, Raf, and Jack were gone for the night, it was just the 'Bots.

"Hey Y/D," Smokescreen gives me a hot grin, winking.

"Hey Smokey." The red, blue, and white 'Bot and I are good friends, and I don't want to ruin that. I mean, he might never see me the same way if I told him I liked him like that.

"It's game night!" Smokescreen declares with a wild grin, looking around as the others avert their optics. "Aw come on guys! You're with me, right Y/N/N?"

I can't help but nod. "Sure. . . It'll be fun."

"That's the spirit! What about you Arcee, Bee?"

"Eh, what the heck. We've got nothing else to do." Arcee shrugs. Bee nods, beeping in agreement.

"Well. . . Could be fun." Bulkhead nods.

"Ratchet, how aboー"

"No."

"Aww come on doc! Loosen up, just this once." Wheeljack grins. "Even Optimus is playing!"

"IーWhat am I doing?" The pure BossBot blinks in confusion, at the same time Sir Grumps-A-Lot snaps, "Don't call me that!"

"Let's do a game on earth called 'truth or dare'. Miko taught me it." The green ex-wrecker suggests innocently, not knowing how out of hand that game could get.

"Now we're talking." Smokescreen grins.

"We can do it in a spin the bottle style, that way we can shake it up a little." Wheeljack grins, grabbing a tool off of Ratchet's table to use as a replacement for the bottle.

"Wheeljack! I needed that!"

Presently, Team Prime was gathered around in a circle on the floor.

"I'll go first," Wheeljack volunteers, then spins it. The bottle lands on Arcee. "Alright, Arcee. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the motorcycle grins.

"Okay. . ." Wheeljack leans over since she was sitting to his left, and whispers something in her ear. Her faceplates flush blue and she crosses her arms. "I'm starting to think this game is stupid," she mumbles, then listens to the rest of what he has to say. She then turns to Bumblebee and blurts,

"IhavealwayslikedyouBeeandthat'sthetruthwillyougodrivewithmelater?" She spews out before kissing him.

Bee's beeps make a whirring sound, then he kisses her back as they break away. He gives a happy beep and nods, faceplates blue.

"Alright, now it's Arcee's turn to spin!" Wheeljack decrees before anyone can ask any questions. Arcee's spin lands on Optimus.

"Will this require me to kiss anyone?" Optimus asks in confusion.

"Depends on what you choose." Smokescreen grins smugly, enjoying himself. . . for now.

"Truth or dare?"

Optimus thinks for a moment, contemplating his choices. Dare got Arcee kissing someone, so he decides to go with truth.

"Okay Optimus. . . What is the dirtiest thing you've ever done?"

The Autobot's faceplates blush blue. "I. . . I don't remember it too well. . ."

"Aww come on Optimus! Spit it out!" Wheeljack grins.

"This'll be juicy," Mumbles Arcee with a grin, Bee beeps with a nod, his servo on Arcee's.

"There was a time before I was prime. . . When Megatronus and I were very close. . . He convinced me to go to a party. . . And weー"

"I-I think we get the picture," Bulkhead says awkwardly.

"Hey I never knew Megatron and you inー" Wheeljack starts, and a bunch of chatter erupts from the shaken group.

"I. . . I was just going to say I didn't pay for the Energon," Optimus replies in innocent confusion.

"You mean you didn't. . ?"

"There wasn't. . ?"

"I thought. . ?"

The red and blue leader looks confused still.

"Uh, anyway, next! Bee gets to spin next." Y/D interrupts, though laughing from the incident.

Bumblebee spins the tool around, and it lands on Smokescreen, who was to my right, and Bee to my left.

"Dare!" Destiny's Child crows.

Bumblebee gets up to whisper-beep something in his audio receptors. Smokescreen's faceplates turn blue and he nods, signalling he heard the yellow and black mech. Smokescreen turns to me, and I feel a little bit shaky. He then picks me up, and my optics go wide. "UhーSmokes?"

He puts me in his lap, and I feel energon rushing to my cheeks.

"Its just for the rest of the round," Smokescreen whispers, however, a certain mech named Wheeljack overhears.

"You can stay there longer though, if you wantー"

Smokescreen huffs, averting his gaze. "My turn, right? I'll spinー" He tries to reach the tool to spin it, but succeeds only in toppling over and landing on me.

"Oof," I grumble.

"Iーsorry Y/D," His face is extremely close to mine, and we vent softly.

"Are you going to spin or just stare into each other's optics?" Ratchet asks with a grumble.

We blush and he helps me up, situating me on his lap after his spin lands him on Ratchet.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, I suppose." Ratchet replies, thinking that he might not have to spill any dirty secrets like Optimus. . .

"I dare you to be nice all of tomorrow, no being grumpy, no frowning, just smiles and cheer." Smokescreen grins smugly.

"IーBut Iー"

"Miko told me this is called karma." Bulkhead states with a laugh.

Ratchet grumbles something and crosses his arms.

"Next, Optimus spins!"

The prime spins the tool, and it lands on. . . Well it lands on Smokescreen and I, since I'm in his lap.

"Who am I asking?" He cocks his helm.

"Well, it landed a little to the left where Y/D was sitting, so you can ask her."

"Truth or dare?"

I originally was going with dare, but I thought it wasn't as safe now. "Truth."

"Um. . ." Optimus thinks, he wasn't sure what to ask.

"You can phone a friend!" Wheeljack pipes up.

"I do not have what humans call a 'smartphone' to do this. . ."

"No, no it means you can ask someone else what they think you should ask."

"Okay. . . Then I suppose I will call an ally."

"It's phone a friend. . . Close enough though. Okay! So Y/D, is it true you have a crush on Smokescreen?" The ex-wrecker grins.

"I-I," I stutter, then look away. Like ripping off a bandaid. I tell myself. "Y-Yes!"

A chorus of "ooo"s go up from everyone except Optimus. Even Ratchet has a bit of a smirk.

"Next up is Bulkhead!" The green mech spins and it lands on both Smokescreen and I.

"I'll ask Smokescreen. . ." Bulkhead glances at Wheeljack, who gives a smug nod. What are they planning. . ?

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Smokescreen sighs, not wanting another humiliating dare.

"Is it true you like Y/D?"

". . . Yes. . ."

My faceplates heat up at these words.

"Man, a lot of us are getting hooked up huh? Wonder who's next~" Wheeljack elbows Ratchet with a grin, who glares at him.

"Better get all your grumps out now sunshine, tomorrow you have to be super nice~"

If this were catformers, Ratchet would have hissed.

"Alright, Ratchet! You get to spin," Arcee tells him.

Ratchet glances down in dismay at the tool before swatting it. It lands on Arcee.

"Dare!"

"I dare you to un-dare me to have to be nice tomorrow."

"You can't do that! Can you?"

"No, you can't do un-dares." Bulkhead nods.

"Fiiiiine. Then I dare you to be entirely silent and a good patient next time I have to work with you."

Arcee groans, but knows it could have been worse. "Okay. . ."

"The round is over, so I can get off of Smokescreen right?" Y/D asks.

"Only if ya wanna." Wheeljack smirks as he spins the tool and it lands on me. I groan.

"Truth or dare Y/D?"

". . . Dare. . ."

"Great! Now. . ." He gets up and whispers in my audio receptors. My cheeks flush and I glance at my crush, who tries to act nonchalant about all this.

I inch over to Smokescreen.

"Just do it Y/D!" Wheeljack hisses in anticipation.

I lean over and pull him in closely, before giving him a long kiss. I can feel his shock, but he kisses back as I run my servos down his back. It's not long before I hear a beep and I pull away.

"It was timed!?" Smokescreen asks in surprise.

"Looks like you two could've used more time too. . ." Arcee teases.

We blush and look away.

It's Arcee's turn, so she spins and it lands on Smokescreen, who groans, but is still too adventurous and of course chooses dare.

"Give Y/D a lap dance."

"WhatーNo! I-I choose truth!"

"If you try getting out of it you have to do a double dare, right Bulk?"

"I-I don't know. . ."

"You're making things up now!"

"You don't know that. . . Now give her a lap dance!"

Smokescreen huffs indignantly and pulls me (a bit forcefully) onto his lap and proceeds to give me a lap dance. Presently, there's some cheers and jabs, and Smokescreen can't take it anymore.

"That's enough!" He snaps, and my optics go wide. Grabbing me in his arms, he starts marching off. "Smokey, what are you doing!?"

"I'm done with this game," he seethes. "But, I'm not done with you. . ." My spark beats a million miles per second as he marches straight into his berthroom, slamming the door shut.

"Now the games really begin. . ." His optics glow with pleasure.

"I-I'm sorry Smokes. . ."

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault, my precious relic," he whispers, drawing close to me as my back hit the wall. He caresses my faceplates, and aligns his body against mine. His dermas press on mine forcefully, and he bites my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I deny it, which causes him to growl. He reaches down and squeezes my aft, causing my to squeak. He takes advantage at my fright, shooting his glossa into my mouth, exploring my caverns. I moan softly, shutting my optics. Our glossas fight for dominance, but a hungry young mech wins, his force too great. He kisses me roughly before moving down to leave marks on my cables. I grunt softly as he does so. He bites down hard, and I feel a bit of energon leak out, which he licks up. I whimper softly, and he leads me to his berth.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," he whispers in delight. His face contorts to a snarl. "All of that teasing, with the kisses and lap dancing. . . I'm done." This sends a shiver up my spine, and my spark pounds. "I-I. . ."

"With your permission, of course?" He uses a digit to lift my helm up so our optics meet.

I hesitate, but nod slowly. "I-I've wanted this for a long time too. . . But. . ."

"But what?"

"I didn't know if you felt the same way. . . I didn't want to ruin our relationship by telling you how I feel. . . And. . ."

"And. . ?"

"I'm. . . a little scared to interface." I admit weakly.

"It'll be alright, sweetspark, I'll take good care of you and your beautiful body. . ." He trails kisses down my body, some gentle, some rough. His fingers run down my sides and I shudder in pleasure. Without warning, he tears off my chassis covering, gazing at my now exposed breasts in wonder before attacking them with his servos and dermas, biting down. I gasp, then moan and close my optics again.

"You're so beautiful, Y/D. . ."

He murmurs sweet nothings to me, kissing down to my tank, but making sure he doesn't leave my breasts all alone.

"Let's see what's going on down here. . ."

I shiver as his fingers trace my panel. I knew I was dripping, ready to take this to the next level. Overheating, I open my panel.

"Couldn't wait for me, huh~" He teases.

He sticks a digit in my valve, and I gasp. Another one follows. His digits dash in and out, and I moan loudly.

"Are you enjoying this?" His voice is deep and sultry.

"Yes, Smokescreen, keep going." I arch my back. He keeps pumping, but he lifts his head to nibble my neck cables and kiss me tenderly.

He quickly locates my sweet spot, and hits it repeatedly.

"Smokey, I-I think I'm gonna~"

"That's it, sweetspark, come for me~" He purrs, pounding the spot as I release my fluids all over his digits, which he licks off. "Mm, Primus you taste delicious Y/D~"

He leans down, helm at my throbbing hot valve. His glossa shoots inside, exploring this part of me. I buck my hips, moaning as his glossa dominates my hot sex. "Frag, you're so hot, Y/D. . ." He pulls his glossa out and shoots it in a few more times before I release my fluids again.

I pant, but I have something in mind myself. Deftly, my servos tease his panel, and mischievously click it open. My optics widen, seeing his large erected spike.

"Naughty Y/D. . . Now I have to punish you," His optics glint. I swallow hard, realizing the situation I had gotten myself into. "You know what that means, don't you~"

I nod sheepishly. "But firstー" I grab his spike, and line it up at my dermas, my glossa licking the tip which leaked pre-fluids. I take it in slowly, servos caressing it tenderly. It's not long before I'm giving him a full blowjob. He throws his helm back, moaning, clearly enjoying every moment. He overloads in my mouth, and some of it drips from my faceplates, as I taste his fluids. They are strong and harsh, but I manage to swallow some after a moment. He didn't taste bad, not at all.

He lines his spike up at my entrance, and glances at me before pushing in all at once. I gasp, and grab him. He allows me to adjust before I gasp,

"Move! You can move, please. . ."

Smokescreen starts to move around, and I feel the pain I feel replaced with pleasure. We moan simultaneously as he hits the right spots. He continues thrusting in and out, again and again. "O-Oh frag Y/D, you're s-so tight. . ." He groans.

"Your big spike feels so good Smokey. . . Ah~" I moan. "Frag me hard, frag me into oblivion~"

He seems to like this idea, and thrusts faster. I could feel myself getting hot before I overloaded, and we scream each other's names. 

His thrusts began to get sloppy, and he thrust in as far as he could go before overloading inside of me. He pulls out and flops back, pulling me down with him. We're both exhausted as he pulls me close for the night. But before we go into recharge, he whispers softly to me.

"I love you, Y/D."

"I love you too, Smokescreen."

~Bonus~

Ratchet rubs his optics the next morning. He hadn't been able to get even a clik of recharge time, not after all those noises last night from Smokescreen and Y/D. On top of that he is supposed to be super nice today.

"Morning Sunshine!" Wheeljack grins, entering. "Great day, isn't it?"

Ratchet takes a deep breath, exhausted and extra grumpy. Through gritted teeth, he replies in the nicest tone he can muster,

"Good morning, Wheeljack. This morning is absolutely lovely."

(Word Count: 2,890. Okay guys! That was it! My first lemon ever, featuring my boi Smokes! Hope you guys liked it!)

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