Hound and the reader have been dating for six months; since they saved the world with the others. (Y/N) has been busy, and Hound has been missing her and is deprived of her attention, but he chooses to be subtle than telling her.
Warning: sexual content

(Y/N) POV
After the KSI shit, Joyce gave the Yeagers a home and helped build a barn for Cade's workshop and a structure for the bots to sleep. I was welcomed to stay with them. Cade and I were offered jobs at KSI though we are both still wanted by the government. Cade angrily refused, but someone needs to make money for food and shit. Joyce offered to take care of everything, but Cade and I agreed that way is not right, even if we jokingly say it's fair for fucking up our lives. I've been given a job remotely, but I think it keeps me busier than if I had a job at KSI's lab.

It wasn't long after everything was situated that I shyly told Hound I love him. I was also afraid he'd tell me a Cybertronian loving a human is unacceptable, even disgusting, but to my surprise, he said he loves me back. The others are supportive, though Tessa asks how would Hound and I frag and Crosshairs is eagerly awaiting that day; what the fuck?

Hound POV
(Y/N) has been so busy the past week, and all we do together is sleep. I don't know exactly what she does, but she's very dedicated to her work; she'll refuse if I ask her to take time off. I'm going to have to try the subtle clues approach. My only chance is when we wake up as she's exhausted and won't be awake for long.

(Y/N) lays on the mattress that's on my berth for her and is asleep within a half-hour. I watch her sleep for a while, thinking about what clues I should show her. I'm probably better off with verbal clues. I just hope she gets the hint and doesn't think I'm mad at her.

The Next Morning

(Y/N) POV
I have gotten into the habit of waking up a few minutes before Hound to watch him sleep, hating how our relationship has been put aside. I don't even have time for a nice breakfast in bed date. I'm not going to tell Hound we only have a certain amount of time; it's better off not to bother.

Ten minutes pass before Hound online's his optics.

"Good morning," he grumbles.
This is unusual for Hound to wake up grumpy.
"Good morning," I reply, having a hard time hiding my concern, as I reach to touch his faceplate. He grunts and pushes my hand away with a digit before moving to the edge of the berth. I crawl to the edge of the berth and onto his lap. I didn't expect to hear a purr from him.
"Why are you so grumpy this morning?" I ask.
Hound looks away. Feels like hours pass, but it's only a few minutes before Hound says something.
"I thought it was obvious," he says, sounding disappointed.

Hound POV
I smell (Y/N)'s hormone changes; she's sad. This is not what I wanted to do. I move to the edge of the berth, about to stand up when I feel (Y/N) on my lap, smirking before she climbs up my chassis. It's not the first time, and she knows where to put her feet to stand.
"What are you—?" I try to ask, but (Y/N) interrupts me by kissing my Dermas. I loosely wrap a digit around her and groan as we passionately kiss.

Why'd you pull away? I wonder as (Y/N) climbs down my chassis and sits on my leg.
"What are you—?"
(Y/N) proceeds to rub my interface panel. I try not to groan but fail.
"Ugh, (Y/N)," I groan.
(Y/N) smirks, and gestures for me to bend down. My optics looking in her (e/c) eyes. She stands up to get closer to my audio receptors.
"If you wanted a little attention, you could have just asked," she whispers before resuming rubbing my panel.

(Y/N) POV
I don't think this is exactly what Hound had in mind for us to do to spend time together, but we're both enjoying this. I smile, hearing Hound's moaning. He lets me continue for a good ten minutes before he pulls me close to his head for a kiss. Now we're both a moaning mess.
As much as we both didn't want this kiss to end, I need to get ready for another day of work.

I sit on Hound's shoulder as we walk out of his room. I see Bumblebee, Crosshairs, and Drift.
Fuck, they heard us.
"How was the fragging?" Crosshairs smirks.
I swear Hound's faceplate turned as red as mine. He growls as he sets me down. Crosshairs smirks quickly disappears.
"I'm going to kick your aft!" Hound rages veg going after Crosshairs
"Scrap!" Crosshairs exclaims before running out of the building as Bumblebee and Drift laugh so hard. I quietly go to the house to get ready for another long day of work, hoping my face isn't still red when I walk into the house.