Would You Rather? :..: KnockOut/Nariko Machisu : smut :

"You fragged another one, Doc?"

The sentence was enough to steal the CMO's attention from his work, servos stopping just above the buffer laying on the berth. Glancing over his shoulder to the larger ex-wrecker behind him, the cobalt blue mech smirked at him. Breakdown would be the one to know when KnockOut had just recently fragged someone. So, with a low chuckle, he turned to face him and tell the story - after all, he owed the brute that much.

"Yes, I did frag another one. She was quite the beauty for a skinjob. Blonde hair..."

Her moans were loud in his ears, her painted nails scratching his bare back. He had grown used to fragging human women in himself. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, laid around her head like a light halo, and her vibrant blue eyes practically shone in the dark car. As attractive as the girl (whose name he had forgotten already) was, she was nothing compared to his human partner back on the Nemesis. Oh, just the thought of the Japanese girl made him thrust rougher into the human beneath him, who merely moaned louder at the sensation. To provide her with the most pleasure possible, he began imagining Nariko swaying her hips, moaning against his lips. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her.

He heard the familiar sultry giggle of his Japanese companion and promptly turned his helm to make optic contact with the femme. She sat on the berth with a devious smirk pulling her lips, legs crossed (and exposing to KnockOut more of the delicious skin on her legs than usual) with her hands holding her up. "You're unbelievable, KnockOut. I bet you couldn't remember all the names of the humans you've fucked."

"False," he drawled out sensually, beginning to think back to all the skinjobs he had fragged, either in the back of himself or in an abandoned place. "There was a girl named Alice,"

"God, Asher," her words were hushed. She didn't drag her hands down his chest like he knew she wanted to, one of his hands holding her wrists together. She had dark red hair that was incredibly short, and her face was littered with freckles. Nariko had ebony hair with no marks on her face, unless he counted any scars, but they were hardly noticeable . And his partner would've refused to be dominated so easily. KnockOut smirked down at her, slipping his tongue between her parted lips without pressing his lips against them.

"Rebecca," her skin was tan, her hair light brown and reaching to her waist. She was quite the screamer, and her whole body was sensitive to his touches. Merely dragging his palm down the side of her torso solicited a pleasing response from her. She never looked into his eyes as he pushed himself into her, whether because she had them closed or she averted eye contact. He didn't mind it, really only in it for the pleasure.

KnockOut smirked at the memories, feeling his spike slowly beginning to pressurize but masking it with the next name. "Then there was Abigail."

"Asher, I really shouldn't be doing this," the auburn haired girl was pushed against a wall, wrists trapped to the surface by his hands. She shivered against him, reminding him of one of his not-so pure thoughts about the Decepticon Torture Specialist, and he bit down the back of her neck. "My parents will kill me if they find out." His response, coated thick with arousal, was simple.

"Well then, we'll have to make sure we aren't so loud, huh?"

The CMO tilted his helm upward, digging deep into his processor and remembering his favorite human. The girl had closely resembled Nariko, not just because of her ethnicity, but because of the way she stared at him when she figured out his intentions. "And Kagami." Her hair, while cut just below her chin, was a lighter shade of black than Nariko's locks. She slipped into Japanese when he thrust into her from behind, his fingernails dragging down her back. She hung her head with a low moan, hand clenching as he fragged her senseless. KnockOut heard himself grunt with each slam, and he grew cautious. If he screamed out Nariko's name like he did with Mary, he was sure Kagami would grow angry with him.

"And finally, Flora," When he pulled her onto his lap, her short dress rode up her legs and exposed her panties, which he could see were wet. They had been flirting during the whole duration of the drive-in movie. Her curly orange locks cascaded just above her shoulders, and she reached her hand up to grab his wrist. Thrilled with the sudden role reversal, KnockOut let her pull his hand down to her valve (which he refused to address as its proper name) and slip his finger through the fabric and into her warmth. Her response was instanteous, a high gasp as her head hung back.

Proud of himself for actually remembering all the women without accidentally saying Nariko's designation, the doctor winked down at the girl, who seemed rather surprised yet triumphant. He wasn't given the chance to wonder what she was up to before Breakdown let out a low whistle. He looked at the mech, whose optics were full of newfound respect for him, and he clapped his servos together a nanoklik later. "Good job, KnockOut," he laughed as he shook his helm, waving goodbye over his shoulder as he left the Med-Bay, declaring he had to go tell Flipside about this.

Silence settled around the two companions, his vermilion optics mocked her as she stared at him with a quirked eyebrow. Truthfully, he was relieved that she was unable to detect and read EM Fields like Cybertronians could, because if she could, she would know he was aroused within a fraction of a nanoklik. Sometimes, he found himself glad she was a skinjob.

A taunting laugh slipped passed her full lips (which she had painted a brilliant shade of red) as she brought a single hand up to cover her mouth. Confused, he took a step closer and became defensive as he turned to face her. He studied her carefully, trying to figure out just what she was up to. "What's so funny?"

"It's just," she let out a content sigh, peering at him through her eyelids in a way that made his spike twitch. For a human, she was incredibly attractive. "The next time you're recalling all the humans you've fragged, maybe it would be better if you didn't blatantly stare at me." Nariko didn't seem embarrassed that he had gawked at her the whole time, but he couldn't get enough of the humiliation. His faceplates would've flushed at being caught, but his chassis did heat up.

KnockOut played it off with a sensual chuckle under his breath, tracing slow circles on his thigh to catch her attention. He could see her chance a stare at his digit, and he smirked, knowing that she was just as interested as he was. But there was no way she would act on it, and neither would he. She was different from the other humans he had fragged because he worked with her. He never saw the other femmes again afterwards. "So what? Would you rather I frag you, dear Nariko?"

Her head tilted to the side, a sign that she was considering something, and then she shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not? Besides, I'd like to see what the infamous Asher has to offer."

His processor stopped, optics wide at her response. She wanted him to frag her? The CMO didn't move from his spot, gazing at her with a questioning hint in the deep pools of red that were his optics. She couldn't be serious. Nariko pushed herself back onto the berth, raising her hand to beckon him forward, her brown eyes full of lust as her other hand trailed down to the area between her legs. "Unless you'd prefer to watch me pleasure myself, doctor."

Coming online again, he wasted no time in transferring to his holoform. Thanks to the advanced technology of the Decepticons, his bot form disappeared into thin air just as Asher appeared before her. "Oh no, Nariko. I think I can handle you quite nicely." He unbuttoned his jeans as he sank to his knees, provocatively crawling towards her with a quick lick of his lips. "After this, you won't need to touch yourself."

A shiver racked her body at his words, and she pulled her dangling legs from the edge of the berth, adjusting herself to face him. He reached forward and placed his hand against her chest, pushing her back onto the metal surface and climbing onto her. Sitting back, he straddled her hips as he rocked back and forth. The Japanese native let out a sigh, turning her head to the side when he leaned down.

Open mouth hovering just above her exposed skin, he saw her shake again when his breath brushed against her. He used his hands to hike up her skirt, the pastel blue fabric crumpled at her hip and exposed her magenta underwear. KnockOut smirked at the sight, finally connecting his lips to her neck and biting down on her skin. She yelped at the feeling, her hands shooting up to his chest, and he loosened his grip on her to lick across the marks. At this, she sucked in a sharp breath and raised her hips from the berth.

"Eager," he muttered against her neck, trailing his hands from her thighs and grabbing her jacket. He pulled the two open ends apart while he grinded his own hips against her exposed one, his spike (which he also refused to call by its proper name) brushing against her and making her moan. The doctor wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her off the metal, her arms falling back and shrugging off the jacket, which he cast aside.

Nariko pushed at his chest and coaxed him into sitting up. He tilted his head teasingly at her show of restraint (or need for at least some control), and she rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned the shirt on his holoform. KnockOut didn't provide any help, rolling his shoulders back when she needed him to, and his chest was exposed. He was quite proud of his holoform, having made it as flawless as he was. So it was appropriate for her to appreciate his appearance.

She wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled his head down, making eye contact with him as he smirked down at her. "You look absolutely inviting, Nariko," he breathed out, seeing her roll her eyes at him. She didn't say a word in response; she just pulled him an inch closer before her lips pushed against his, wasting no time in sliding her tongue into his mouth.

KnockOut was truly shocked. He knew she had a thing for dominance, she seemed the type, but this new show of control made his spike twitch as he moaned into her mouth. The woman chuckled as she took her time in dragging her tongue across the inside of his cheek, and he was entirely complacent to her actions. The only one to ever overpower KnockOut was Breakdown, and that was long ago, so this worked in his favor. He loved being dominated.

But, to salvage some dignity, he pushed his tongue against her muscle in an attempt to gain access into her mouth, but she wasn't having any of that. Nariko growled against him, one hand reaching down to his spike and gripping it through his pants. He moaned ever louder and threw his head back, string of saliva keeping them connected for a nanoklik before it snapped apart. His chest heaved up and down with each pant he gave, twitching in her hold as she used a finger to rub his tip.

"Look who's eager now, Doc," Nariko whispered, grinning deviously up at him with mischief clear in her brown eyes. He scowled down at her, determined to make a retort before she gently scraped her fingernail down his length, to which he moaned. She laughed seductively at his situation, dropping her arm from her neck and using her free hand to pull the zipper of his jeans down.

He not-so gently pushed her back onto the berth, seeing her eyebrow quirk upwards at his show of irritation. "It isn't nice to tease, Nariko. I'll need to teach you some manners, won't I?" Before she could inquire to what he had planned, his hands latched onto her wrists and pinned them over her head. He could see that she was pleasantly surprised, and he smirked triumphantly down her.

"What to do?" KnockOut slowly began to move against her, pressing his covered spike against her underwear and pushed forward enough to push against her valve. Her gasp pleased him, but he wasn't done. "Physical pain won't be enough, but depriving you of contact would hurt me more." He tilted his head to the side, shifting his hold on her to be in one hand so that his other could sweep across her chest and latch onto the fabric of her shirt. He wasn't so kind with this fabric, simply ripping it apart to expose the skin.

Nariko glared at him, opening her mouth to protest when he snapped his fingers. "I know!" He reached into his back pocket, glad to find that his instrument of sexual pleasure was still there. Feeling the cool metal against the warm skin of his holoform, he smirked deliciously down at her as he pulled his hips back from her, leaving her valve alone (which made her whine at the lack of attention). His ruby eyes gleamed in the light of the Med-Bay as he pulled out the handcuffs. "I'll bind you. Won't that be fun?"

He rose to his knees and turned her body around, her face facing the side to keep an eye on him. The CMO momentarily loosened his grip on her hands to pull them behind her back, opening the metal bindings and situating them around her wrists before closing them. The satisfying click of the lock at work made him grin, and he could see her breathing rather heavily. Using his hands to latch onto her hips, he forcefully pulled her to her knees, no longer being so gentle. She seemed to enjoy how rough he was being, so he knew he wasn't harming her.

Latching onto the back of her panties, he heard Nariko moan against the metal berth, the noise only slightly muffled. She knew what he was going to do, so with a husky chuckle, he obliged to her want, pulling the damp fabric from her legs and seeing a clear liquid attached to it. KnockOut didn't bother pushing it passed her knees, instead pressing his chest against her back and situating his lips beside her earlobe.

He reached his tongue out and licked the sensitive skin around her ear just as he slipped a finger between her folds. Nariko arched her chest, her nearly bare torso against the cold of the berth. "You've fallen quiet. I wonder why," he hummed into her ear, gently rocking their bodies back and forth as she let out a cry of pleasure. He continued rubbing the tip of his finger around her, coating his skin in the clear liquid that threatened to drip from her valve.

(He had never bothered to learn the name of it, even after all the times of seeing it. Perhaps he should.)

KnockOut held her tight against him, sitting back and pulling her into his lap. While he pleasured her with one hand, he brought his other one to her upper back, feeling the hooks that bound her bra closed. With one swift motion, he pulled them apart and watched her bra droop a bit, falling off completely with a push of his hand.

He dragged his hands forward and grabbed her breast, gently kneading the mound as he carefully pinched the tight pink nipple on top of it. She thrust her hips forward, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning any louder than she already did. The Decepticon mech bit down on her neck again, pleasuring her from three different areas and causing her to pant loudly into the open air. Her hands clenched against his bare chest, and with the expression on her face, he knew she desired to please him back.

"Nariko, I believe this is the first time I've seen you so wanton. You almost seem desperate. Just how long have you wanted me to touch you like this? And I expect an answer." Her brown eyes shut for a moment, her mouth hanging open in a long moan as he added a second finger, slowly stretching her valve open with a scissoring motion. It was then that her juices dripped onto the berth.

She opened her eyes to stare at him, lust clouding the brown in her eyes as she swallowed. "For too long. If you want the truth, here it is; when I heard you were fragging random humans, I became a tad bit jealous. But you didn't - scrap - hear that from me." Nariko clenched around him when he added a third finger, aimlessly carressing her most sensitive area. He massaged her breast with care, but he attacked her neck mercilessly, leaving deep red marks all over her skin.

A scream of satisfaction slipped passed her lips, and he was able to recognize her overload instantly. Smirking against her neck, his eyes trailed down to her valve, which he saw drip at a constant rate, the liquid pooling underneath her. He gently laid her down on her chest and turned her to face him, seeing her chest rise and fall at an uneven rate. Her cheeks were flushed, her black bangs sticking to her face as she stared at him with half lidded eyes.

"You don't waste time," KnockOut drawled out, reaching behind her and freeing her hands. She pulled them out from under her and shook them momentarily, letting out a sigh as she stretched her fingers. Her attention trailed to the mess she made, and with a smirk, she reached one hand down to dip her finger into it. Fascinated with her actions, he watched as she brought her wet finger up to him and quirked her eyebrow.

Getting the hint, he opened his mouth and took her digit in, tasting her juices and feeling hooked to it almost immediately. It was sweeter than energon treats, but more intoxicating than high grade. He would taste more later, he promised himself.

"Now it's your turn, KnockOut."

The words were simple, but it made him stiffen in his jeans. Nariko pushed him onto his back, climbing over him and letting her hair cascade down her shoulders. He stared up at her with wide eyes full of desire, and she chuckled. Finishing her earlier work of pulling off his pants and discarding them, she whistled at the sight of his spike pressing against his boxers.

In moments, he was stripped free of his clothing, his spike out for all to see, and she was excited. Her hand wrapped around his length and dragged up to the tip, which leaked out some transfluid at the touch. He arched into her touch, letting out a loud groan as she continued to run her hands up and down his spike. His groans turned into desperate pants, his cherry eyes only closing for a second as her motions became faster. KnockOut didn't last long, transfluid shooting out of his tip and sliding down his spike.

Nariko raised an eyebrow at that, a triumphant smirk on her lips before she lifted her hips and adjusted herself over him. The two made eye contact, and with a wink, she allowed herself to fall onto his spike. Her valve was smooth but tight, a sensation that made him hiss and scratch at the metal under his back. The Japanese woman arched her back, letting out a shaky breath as her eyes closed.

The CMO was the first to move, thrusting up into her and causing her to gasp. Then she started moving, lifting herself up before slamming back down onto him. This had happened to him before, with the tan woman whose name escaped him, but when Nariko did it, it was pure bliss. So he met her halfway, pushing up as she fell down, and their noises of pleasure mixed together into a beautiful symphony he was not ashamed to be a part of.

"KnockOut," she gasped out, eyes fluttering open to maintain eye contact with him. He nodded silently, not needing her to continue for him to understand. This exchange only furthered his arrival, and his thrusts became sporadic, and he knew he slammed against her most sensitive spot when her moan came out as a strangled gasp. He hung his head back, hearing her scream out his designation as she reached her overload. He followed suit not long after, transfluid dripping out of her valve along with her own juices.

Nariko remained arched back for a minute, breathing heavily as she calmed herself down from the excitement. KnockOut didn't dare move, panting along with her as he stared up at her, his red eyes taking to memory every detail of this moment. She seemed most beautiful here, skin glistening with sweat, black hair against her bare back, and her outfit completely ruined (which he would have to make up for).

He let out a hearty laugh, capturing her attention as he held her waist with his hands a bit tightly, having yet to move them from her. He didn't have enough energy to make his holoform disappear, but he didn't want to.

"I did handle you quite nicely." Nariko was silent for a split second before she laughed too, playfully slapping his face.

"Shut up."