robust - Transformers x Reader

⇢ x, tfp!knockout

"Let me give you what you need~"
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The heavy thump of bass echoed across the dark room. Flashing lights scattered across the floor, tempting bots to come out and get down and dirty. The dark room was decorated with colors of purple, pink, and blue. A DJ booth emitted a sexy tune, hypnotic and enthralling. Beckoning everyone to the dance floor. The warm smell of coolant soon packed the room as bodies grinded against each other, a shrill squeak just below the heavy pound of music. The bar just a little ways off kept everyone fueled with the bitter-sweet taste of alcohol. Money came and went at that place, drink after drink down the drain. All for one night of careless fun and excitement.

You were sitting by your lonesome among the many stools. Trying to gain enough confidence to dance, or maybe even approach someone.

But of course that couldn't be done sober. You had to let go of your nerves. Wash away the anxiety and insecurities with a drink that promised a moment of exuberant ambition. So there you were, sipping away at a fruity, forbidden poison. Hoping it would take its effect before you had a chance to back down. You glanced at the dance floor, already littered with metal bodies moving quickly. There was something magnetic about it. Something that pulled you towards the pulsing atmosphere. You longed to have the experience, but there was no way you could do it yourself. How awkward would that be? Everyone had a date. Everyone had a group. Everyone but you. A sigh escaped your lips and it was soon followed by a bubbling hiccup. A small reminder that soon you'd be able to waltz in that floor without a care of who's watching. You were gonna dance all your problems away, all the despair and loneliness. You were gonna shake off the fears, lose yourself in the moment. Yes, soon.

Soon..

"Can I get another round?" you gestured to the cool and collected bartender, hoping to catch his attention. He was a busy bot and really not that bad looking. You wondered if he would be a suitable practice run at flirty social interaction.

"I'm sorry, another round of Electrix miss-?"

"(y/n)"

He gave you a small smile as he went to work, adding ice and colorful liquids to a small glass. You focused on the hues of yellow and red as he started to mix in the alcohol.

It shouldn't be that hard, right?

All you had to do was ask subtle questions and work your way up, you thought it should be fairly easy. Just a simple question. Like where's he's from, that shouldn't be too hard. Play it cool, don't be awkward.

You grit your denta as anxiety started to seep in once more. Your spark pounded in your audios and was beating so fast you thought it would rip free from its chassis.

Little did you know, while you were having a mini panic attack, across from you a suave looking mech has had his optic on you all night. Unbeknownst to you, he started to smoothly walk over. Completely confident in himself; actions and appearance. As soon as he saw you he felt this.. this energy that pulled him towards you. He couldn't avoid it any longer, he couldn't stand being away from you. So he was going to do what he does best: make the first move.

And there he was, a stranger before you. But before he could say anything, your awkwardness decided to stroll in and take a seat.

"Uh, hi." the greeting almost sounded like a question.

Why did I think I'd be able to greet someone properly?

"Hey there." he smiled, seemingly amused. He slid into the stool right next to you, lifting a digit to signal the bartender for more drinks. "What's a sweet femme like you doing here all by yourself?"

You looked down at your drink as your nerves burned out. The small bubbles flashed and popped like wild electric currents. You wished you could be just as sociable as the energetic flavors

"Is that Electrix? Any good?"

More silence.

"I haven't been able to try it; I'm more of a Deadlight drinker."

Say something!

"The strong and silent type, hmm?" he propped his head up with a servo, leaning in towards the table to get a better look at you. "Or are we just being a bit mysterious?" he chuckled.

You couldn't take any of his banter much longer, every little word that slipped out was coaxing you. You wanted to say something, but your insecurities held you back. It was torture. The back and forth looping endlessly in your mind. Afraid that you might lose his attention however, brought you to quietly ask

"Do you wanna dance or something?"

He pounced on your first words, not letting your small interaction go to waste. The corner of his mouth slightly lifted into a smirk. "'Or something', huh?" a mischevious gleam in his eye shone at the almost innuendo.

A reddish tint cascaded over your face at such a lewd thought, let alone intention. "That's not- I meant-"

He half-laughed at your embarrassment and sat up. "Hey, you're nervous. I get it. Aren't we all?"

"You can't possibly be nervous..er."

"Knockout." he winked.

"(y/n)."

"Well (y/n), some people are just better at hiding it more than others." he stood up and your eyes followed him. Taking in his entire figure in the dim lighting.

"I guess," you sighed, taking the brief moment to also fixed your posture. "I just need to be more confident." you flashed him a lazy smile.

He smirked at you, "Let me give you what you need~" he purred softly and offered his servo to you.

Not wanting to dawdle and change your mind, you smiled a little bit more and immediately let him take your servo. Letting him lead you towards the one place you've been working up to all night. Who knew it'd be with this guy?

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