You've liked Bee since the day you met the Autobots but always felt he wouldn't like dating a human, and your family wouldn't like the idea. Bee comes to your home to cook dinner. Your mind tells you it's a date, but you try too hard to deny it until you go to your room and Bee walks in a few minutes later.
Warning: sexual content

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Aside from Sam and Makayla, I am the only human that knows about the transformers. I guess for once, 'wrong place at the wrong time' is a good thing. It's been great being friends with the Autobots. No one knows I've fallen for Bumblebee. I know I'd be told it's a bad thing; he's an alien, and I'm a human. My mom would ask how I would give her grandchildren? I haven't seen Bee as often since Sam, and I started college. Stupid first-year students can't have cars. Heck, why get a license at sixteen? Even if this dumb rule wasn't a problem, the Autobots have been busy.

It's holiday break for Thanksgiving. I was hoping to spend most of the week with Bumblebee, but of course, he's busy. Sam hasn't been able to contact Bee either. Even my few human friends are busy today. All there's left to do is watch T.V.

Bumblebee's P.O.V.
It's been chaotic fighting the cons. I'm glad they finally crossed their attacks for now. Sam tells me (Y/N) has been missing me and suspects she likes me. I guess he doesn't know we can smell hormone changes. I know how he gets when he's with Makayla. Ratchet has been working in holoforms for us. More to blend in with humans, but he made our holoforms as accurate as possible to humans. I think my fave turned red when he said we could frag humans, and our female Autobots can get sparked by male humans. From the day Ratchet told us this, I've wanted to tell (Y/N) how much I love her and to frag her, but I remember Makayla arguing with Sam about how long they should date before doing it. On the other hand, some days, I could smell (Y/N) was thinking about her and me being together and doing it.

First, I want to surprise her with my holoform and have a nice date with her. I'd rather be prepared than taking the chance (Y/N) will have what I need to make dinner.

I walk up the steps, getting worried she'll freak out and call the police. (Y/N) answered the door quickly.
"Hello, (Y/N)."
She stares at me, confused.
Shit, she thinks I'm a stranger who's been stalking her.
Should I be relieved (Y/N) didn't scream? Instead, she's laughing.
"What? Ratchet created holoforms for every Autobot."
"And he made yours cute."

I asked (Y/N) if she's eaten anything today — a little concerned, she said no — before showing her what I bought.
"No simple spaghetti dinner for you. I'm making fettuccine alfredo with chicken." I explain as we walk to the kitchen, "but no wine; you're underage."
(Y/N) is displeased. I didn't break the rules just for today.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
It's not surprising Bee would do this to apologize for being mia. He doesn't have to, but my mind says this is a date — even if we're not together.
"What's wrong?" Bee asks as he cuts the chicken.
"Nothing," I lie.
Come on, (Y/N), you know this will never happen.
I go into the living room and resume watching T.V., trying to get Bumblebee and I being together off my mind until dinner is done.

How the hell is Bee sucking in the fettuccine making me want him more?

Bumblebee's P.O.V.
Maybe it's due to how long we've been apart and (Y/N) having a huge crush on me, but I smell she's thinking about sex. Do I dare take the risk?

(Y/N) tells me she's going up to her room. I think she wants to be left alone. I worry it's to cry, thinking either we'll never be together or how she's afraid to tell me.

I open the door to (Y/N) sitting on the bed.
Damn, she's hot. Like actually hot.
I walk into the room and close the door, getting (Y/N)'s attention. She stands up, allowing me to hug her.
"I've always known you wanted me," I whisper right in her ear as I find her bra strap and unclip it, waiting for (Y/N) to freak out, but she goes along with this, and we undress each other. I pick her up and lay her on the bed, and kiss various places on her body. It's clear (Y/N) has been waiting for this as she moans. I see she's already wet.
"Come on, Bee, frag me!" She demands.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
"You sure?" Bee asks as his spike traces my area.
"Yes!"
I knew it would hurt when Bee pushed in as it's my first time. Bee waits a minute before thrusting slowly until I tell him to go faster. My moans of pleasure please him.

I don't know how long Bee kept going before pulling out and laying next to me. He pulls me close to him as we're both panting.
"Are-are you satisfied now?" Bee asks.
"Yes."
"I know you've always liked me," Bee tells me, "do you want to be my girl?"
I have to be dreaming...
"Yes," I reply, "as long as you're mine."
"I promise."
We eventually fall asleep.