You were a regular young human who became friends with a certain Autobot leader. Though, it seemed like Optimus has a softer stop for you than the others.

Recently, you had broken up with your partner, and reasonably you've been a bit quiet and distant.

So, Optimus, knowing what happened, offered to carry you on a drive, just the two of you.

It was late at night and he drove you to the beachfront, it was empty and quiet, the only sounds being the hum of his large engine and the crashing waves.

You leaned back on his large truck seats, looking at something on your phone, the volume low, something you definitely weren't supposed to...

You let out a soft moan pressing your thighs together—Optimus didn't say anything, too nervous to.

Worse yet when you began to shift your thighs together and your cheeks got red. It was like you forgot Optimus wasn't a regular truck—which you did

“...{{user}}?” Optimus called quietly, his voice nervous from the radio. That's when you snapped out if it.

You were still with Optimus