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Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3

Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!

obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱

it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.

you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.

you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.

it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.

before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.

and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.

it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.

really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.

one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.

it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.

then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.

in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.

he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.

then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.

and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.

you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.

and frankly, he has had enough.

here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.

your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.

zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.

the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.

he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.

so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.

uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.

zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"

"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."

zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.

that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.

you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.

"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"

zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.

"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."

you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.

zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.

beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.

you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.

he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.

you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.

zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.

ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.

his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.

then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.

he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.

"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.

oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.

HDJSNS Y E S 💕

The Doctor's Assistant

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

-𝟜𝕜𝟝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

-𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 & 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was giving were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anyone that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead man, they were sure that you would not be here anymore the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that would cost you your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name, knowing it was over for you.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. Theses were the only things that helped you staying alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt me, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present has, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were used to anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything and everyone, but these two particularly, with how insufferable they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, as you stand there half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.

Personal Assistant…

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 5.1

Part 4

Warnings: Degradation, size kink, belly bulge, drinking an unknown substance, drugging, dacryphilia, spanking, cursing, crying, feminization, sadism, masochism, gagging, humiliation, collar-pulling, blindfold

a/n: oh boy, we're in for a ride.

(M/N) woke up and immediately felt something on his eye, and he immediately got up and looked in the mirror. It was an eye patch, it had a unique design to it, and it was on the eye that he had just lost due to Dottore going on with his outburst.

He could only sigh, it's not like he can complain about it. He does not want to lose both of his eyes and become permanently blind, no. Furthermore, he looked at the time and saw that it was four in the morning, the perfect time to get ready and not deal with the Doctor complaining that he was late.

Whilst (M/N) got ready, Dottore was at his lab, running around too excitedly for his own well-being, even his clones were confused. He was making an unknown mixture that specifically does something to your mind and body, and he was making sure that the effects were going to be strong and effective.

“Sir, I'm here.”

A voice called out from the other side of the door, before coming in and shutting it, making the light from the outside peer in for only just a second.

“Good, now sit down on that chair, we're still not done from yesterday, traitor.”

(M/N) quietly sat down without hesitation, not wanting another 'incident' happening. Dottore then went on with his work, wanting to perfect the unknown mixture, and when (M/N) saw what it looked like, he was pretty… Nervous per se, not every day you see the Doctor being passionate about something, which was unsettling, to say the least…

“Put on this blindfold, you brat. You're going to be my new lab rat for the next few days, we'll see if you can survive.”

“Yes, sir.”

(M/N) reluctantly put on the blindfold, not wanting to question any further, because if he does, Archons know what this man would do to him.

He suddenly got his mouth forced open and a cold liquid went into his mouth, and with no choice, he had to swallow it, the liquid itself was disgusting, he wanted to throw up, and his stomach felt weird, his body felt hot, his body was sensitive— wait what?

“What are you feeling right now?”

“Sensitive.”

“Good, anything else?”

Dottore knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him.

“… Needy… Hot…”…

(M/N) was inhaling and exhaling at this point, what was in that mixture? He doesn't want to know, he just wanted this feeling to end.

“It's working… Do you want that feeling to end?”

“Yes, please…”

“Well, too bad, pretty boy.”

Dottore walked forward and took his blindfold off, the cloth now sitting at his neck. Now (M/N) could fully see the Doctor, when did he become so hot—?

“You're staring, pretty boy.”

“Sorry.”

He wasn't tied up or anything, so what was stopping him from ravaging the man in front of him? Fear. The same man was grinning at (M/N)'s state, it was amusing for him to see that his own very emotionless assistant was making faces like this.

Dottore slowly took everything off until he was only wearing his shirt and some pants, and it made (M/N)'s mind go hazy, almost making his dick do the talking, but he held himself back because of the same reason— fear.

“What are you waiting for, hm? I want this experiment to be done as soon as possible.”

And that's all it took for (M/N) to pin him to the desk that was conveniently behind Dottore, and it made him groan out of pain, but he let the male take the lead, curious and excited about what he will do.

You started licking and biting his neck, making him squirm under you, he's quite impatient, isn't he? It looks like he's been waiting for this very moment to happen, but you were too focused on making him feel good, as well as yourself.

“Y-yeah, that's it, ravage me like you want it.”

Dottore panted and squirmed, his pants started to feel uncomfortable, he wanted to take them off, but you were preventing him from moving

(M/N) took his shirt off, along with Dottore's and it looked marvelous. His body was littered with miniature scars and some past bruises.

“Beautiful…”

(M/N) stared at him in disbelief

“Get on with it already!”

TBC BC I WANT TO UPDATE YOU GUYS AFTER HOW LONG GOD KNOWS WHAT

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