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it's all in your head. 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓

summary. knockout finds humans revolting, but y/n has a fun way of persuading him that humans aren't all that bad

warnings. human reader, interspecies (oral) sex, handjob, blowjob, dom reader, whiny knockout, slight dom knockout but not really??, teasing, mass-displacement

word count. 806

authors note. ok soooo I've never really written an xreader in third person pov, but I wanted to try it out and see how it felt. it was a little odd, but i didn't mind it. however, I value everyone's opinion, so please let me know you if like this orrrr the second person pov (you/yourself pronouns).

His cooling fans were kicked up to their highest settings. He squirmed against Y/N’s revolting touch in concealed exhilaration as the squishy pads of her fingertips dragged along his spike.

"Are you always this squeamish when someone touches you?" Her voice holds a humorous tilt to it, making Knockout grind his teeth together.

"Are you always so annoying — gah!"

His hands reach out to grip the edge of the work bench when her hand wraps firmly around his metal cock, giving him a vigorous stroke. She continued her movements, so painfully slow that Knockout could barely keep his sounds to himself.

"Annoying? That’s not very nice of you Knockout, especially when I’m about to suck your cock." Y/N quipped.

A guttural growl rumbled deeply from Knockout's chest, but what a mistake it was, for he couldn't stop it from ending in a desperate whine.

"Sh-shut up! And it’s called a spike you little — !"

Giving his head a firm squeeze, she mocks, “I’m sorry, a little what?”

His mouth opens to say something else, but all that comes out is another lewd whine that has Y/N pressing her thighs together.

Chuckling from amusement, she focuses most of her attention to the fully erect spike in her hand, tilting her head slightly in wonder. Using both hands, she moves a little faster.

Knockout rocks his hips upwards in a desperate attempt to speed up the pace, but it only has Y/N slowing her hands down. A low growl drags up his throat, but before he can say anything, you beat him to it.

“It’s such a shame, really. We could have been doing this a loooong time ago, but you just have to play hard to get; don’t ya?”

Suddenly, her hand moves quicker, which has Knockout throwing his head back in ecstasy. Without missing another second, she draws the tip of his leaking spike into her mouth and sucks hard.

“Frag, frag!” Knockout wails and without knowing what he was doing, his hands reach out to hold Y/N’s hot mouth against him.

Even though it was difficult, Y/N couldn’t stop the mischievous smile. Whilst it was fun bringing Knockout to this point, her main goal was to always make him forget that a (in his words) lowly, disgusting human, was making him crave these sensations.

With one hand firmly planted on his thigh, the other reaches downwards to let her fingers work fast circles around her clit. She let’s him take control of her movements and he wastes no time at all.

His tip reaches the back of her throat so aggressively that she couldn’t stop from gagging, but even through her struggle to relax her throat, she didn’t want him to stop. Finding her bearings and breathing evenly through her nose, her throat finally relaxes. She hums, moans, and groans, doing everything she can to make him come apart.

Watching him more closely, she hollows her cheeks to suck him in harder and the moan that Knockout lets out is so loud and borderline pornographic that it almost makes her cum on the spot. His thrusts are reaching a more sporadic pace and his unbridled noises are consistent. He gets tenser and tenser until his hips stutter to stop.

Expecting him to release, Y/N readys’ herself to swallow, but instead he pulls her head back by her hair to begin stroking himself. He keeps her face close and pumps frantically until he can’t hold back. Looking at her with hooded eyes, he releases over her face with a satisfied groan.

They both locks eyes as his ropes of cum lands across her face. The proud look across Y/N’s face makes his spark thrum unexpectedly, but with a last stroke of his hand, he falls limp against the bench. His heavy breathing is all that’s heard for a while as his head races with thoughts of what just happened. Just as they reach the deep end of regret, a giggle cuts him off.

Just when he lazily trails his eyes downward, Y/N quickly wraps her mouth around his softening tip.

“Y/N!” He hisses, but it hurts so good that he doesn’t push her away.

The wicked look in her eyes has him hardening all over again.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? We’ve only just begun! And I still need to cum.”

Her hand starts moving up and down his spike again, making him breathe in heavily. Her last words make him look down at her with a yearning for her to keep going.

“You will help me cum, won’t you Knockout?” Though her words were meant to be a question, the smirk on her face obviously states that she wasn’t really asking.

The fading voice in the back of his head tries to tell him to tell her to stop, but the flick of her tongue over his tip just feels so right.

Shunning away the voice completely with gargled whine, Knockout looks down breathlessly and whispers shyly,

“Y-yes…”