Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Special Treatment (Starscream x Knockout x Femme Reader) Lemon

*~Requested by @mewnekoice~*

Description - Starscream happens to walk in on you and Knockout as the medic is trying to treat you. He believes he can be of assistance. Two mechs are better than one (Hur dur)

⚠️ Warning!: Contains threesome smut ⚠️

I was laid across the metal berth in the med bay of the Nemesis. Knockout, that sly flirtatious mech was really grinding my gears, literally. I don't know how I allowed him to play with my circuits during my so called 'check ups', but I loved it. He took care of me nonetheless. This time he felt that he should do a full body check up on me to make sure I was still...preforming..miraculously. I was sat up for him to begin the inspection.

"Alright doll, let's see what surprises I can find on that frame of yours" he spoke cunningly as he brushed his servos along my shoulder plates. I eased into the tickling sensation of his pointy digits tracing the dimensions of my sensitive plates. I always felt comfortable with him touching me. Not just because he was supposably a professional at his job, but he was good with other things too. There was something in his ultra maroon optics that I couldn't look away from. They would cast a spell on me so I would do anything he requests of me. Subconsciously I don't mind though. Who could say no to a smoking hot mech such as himself.

I swayed my body into him as he studied from my neck and shoulders down my forearms and to the palm of my servos. He held one my my servos in his and stroked the top of his with his thumb.

"How are you feeling my sweet?", he asked courteously. I hummed in approval.

"I'm fine", I blushed by his kindness. His gentle words may of seemed innocent but the mind behind it was not. I'm sure he was going somewhere with this physical. He grabbed hold of the sides of my torso gliding inwards over my breast plates. I twitched when I felt his pressure on my chassis. The medic smirked at me and continued. I could see him staring at my (Y/c/s) paint job. I was sure he was admiring the view. Eventually he made it down to my hips, teasing me with his slick digits. The closer he got to my interface plate the more I couldn't hold back the moan that was building up deep within my throat. He didn't even hesitate to touch my sensitive area.

"Ahh! K-Knockout!", I gasped from his warm servos grazing over my groin.

"It's all right doll face, I just need to check out your inner workings to make sure your in tip top shape", he reassured in a devious matter. "I'll be gentle, trust me". Well he was the doctor after all. I nodded nervously for him to continue. He crouched and opened up my legs, opening up my interface plate to inspect my outer valve that was surprisingly wetter than usual.

"My my, it appears your bodily functions for arousal are working", he chuckled. My cheeks flushed red. I was so embarrassed by my inability to control my body from reacting to his touch and appearance. I turned my helm away self consciously. The mech stared at my exposed area unwillingly.

"Something must be done to relieve you of your symptoms you are clearly experiencing", he spoke softly. Without proper warning, he stuck his glossa out and started licking along the outer folds on my valve. I almost screamed from the contact, throwing my helm back and arching my body forward.

"Oh..", I moaned as his glossa snuck it's way into my port, exploring my insides. My body involuntarily shook against his movements. He had his servos rested on my inner thighs, stroking slong the unguarded flesh during his inspection in my inner valve. His glossa curled and twisted inside of me. He managed to find a spot that brought out the worst of my whines and whimpers and he continued teasing the area. I laid back down on the berth, suffering from lack of intakes in my vents. My processor was swimming with unclear emotions. Every time Knockout hit that one spot it would shoot a wave a pleasure through my frame. My servos clasped on the sides of the metal berth. Knockout pulled away briefly to lick his dermas from the accumulation of wet fluids he had been lapping up.