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lokipokey · 2 years

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good fucking girl

† kinktober day 10 – praise kink + gagging

pairing: doc ock x apprentice!reader

warnings: 18+ only, praise kink, oral male receiving, gagging, brat tendencies, fingering, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, age gap, size difference, the word sweetheart used as an endearment

word count: 1.4k

summary: working under nuclear physicist doctor otto octavius has you thinking about what it’d truly be like getting to work under him

note: if ur not already a doc ock thot then hop the fuck on !! it's a wild fuckin ride and there is also no way off

read me here or on ao3

“Oh, sweet girl, look how good you take it,” the gravel in Doctor Octavius’s voice is much more prominent now, your lips gliding effortlessly down his shaft until your nose hits his stomach. “Good fucking girl.”

His hand finds its way into your hair as you kneel there before him, fisting a bunch of it at the scalp gently, desperately needing something to tie him down to reality as his hips met your mouth. Your eyes flit up to watch him come undone; he unravels above you at the unearthly feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around him like this.

You moan around him, the vibration sending you both spiraling. Your fingers haven’t stopped playing with your clit since you started sucking him off, his praises fueling the fire raging in the pit of your stomach. The size of this man, so thick and lengthy down your throat, was easy to imagine stuffed deep up your cunt, rutting into you over and over and over until you were seeing stars. You could feel your arousal seeping down your inner thighs. You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were until this man had put his hands on you, even in the most innocent way. The light graze of his hand on your lower back as he approached you from behind to take a look at your work’s progress, the nudge of his fingers against yours when handing a needed tool in the lab to him, the way the front of him would slide against the back of you when trying to work together in your shared lab space — all of it was gradually building up inside of you until you couldn’t even be in the same room as him without soaking through your panties. And to think he had no idea at the time that you had reciprocated feelings.

You slide back off his cock to take just his head inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before flattening it against his tip, licking a fat stripe while looking up at him through your lashes.

Otto sucks in a sharp breath, tightening his grip he has on your hair. A curse follows his shaky exhale. Maintaining his gaze, you take him completely down your throat again, essentially swallowing him, holding yourself there until you’re gagging around him. You can taste his precum on your tongue as you continue to repeat the motion, tears welling at your lids and saliva building at your lips and seeping down your chin. You watch as his eyes roll to the back in his head.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I — I’m gonna—”

Before he can finish, you pull off his cock with a wet pop, your eyes not leaving his reddened face. If looks could kill, the one he gave you in this moment would have dropped you instantly. A stupid grin takes full advantage of your lips.

“Mm, you have to be quiet, Doctor,” you hum softly, looking up at him from your position between his legs. “I can’t have all of Oscorp hearing this.”

Without hesitation, a metal tentacle irately wraps around your waist and slams you onto the lab table behind you. You find his eyes again, watching them flash with a new kind of lust, taking their time flitting down your body splayed and restrained at his hand before him. He slowly approaches you all the while, pausing when his eyes land on your sopping cunt. His tentacles reactively tighten at the sight, squeezing you hard in his grip. You can’t stifle the yelp in your throat, writhing in his clutch for a little leeway. You try to hide the grin toying at your lips.

Otto strokes the insides of your thighs as they rest open on the metal table. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

Your hips involuntarily buck toward him, desperate for his touch. You glanced down at his cock, so close to your entrance as he raked his palms up and down your thighs.

“My dear girl, you think you deserve my cock after what you just pulled?” he whispers, one hand drawing awfully close to your core, staring attentively down between your legs. “Ah, look at you, sweetheart…”

Gingerly, he starts rubbing big, slow circles on your clit. You gasp breathlessly, looking down to watch him play with you.

“Now tell me, darling…” Otto plunges two fingers inside you swiftly and in the same fluid motion pulls right back out, returning back to tracing circles on your clit. “What the fuck are we going to do with that mouth of yours?”

Panting, you buck your hips at the loss of his fingers, your body begging for them back. “Jesus fuck, Octavius — please!”

With a chuckle, his pace slows even more so. “I could do this all day,” his cock twitches against you and you groan, and he quickly picks up the pace. “Say my name.”

An unintelligible string of curses pour past your lips as your brain can’t keep up with his fingers. You become entranced in his pace, how quick and slick he’s toying with you, making you laugh internally at how easy it is for him to make your pussy drown in its own arousal. You moan out his name.

“Louder,” he urges, eyes not breaking from your face.

Replacing his fingers back inside you, he finger-fucks your cunt with quick, deep thrusts.

“Otto!” you scream, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

With your feet up on the table, you use them as leverage to fuck yourself on his fingers. You can’t help how loud your noises have become with how desperate Otto has made you for his touch after all this time.

Several quick knocks on the door have you paralyzed in place as you shoot a look toward the entrance, hearing an alarmed voice yelling on the other side. You watch as an appendage flies to drill it shut, in addition to the back door, though nothing slows his pace.

With a smirk, he leans in closer to you. “Look who’s too loud now, darling.”

Below him, you throw your head back, gritting your teeth as he adds in his other hand to toy with your abused clit. It’s all too much for you now— you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck— I can’t— I can’t—"

“Can’t what, sweet girl?

After all this time leaving the lab with these thoughts in your head, these fantasies you believed to be only yours, going home to fuck yourself at the thought of him — you were here, his fingers deep in your pussy, wanting you just as much as you had wanted him.

Your moans go quiet as your eyes flutter shut, body ceasing movement. You were so close, so lost in the euphoria, a blurry haze took over your sight as you tried to look up at him. The only thing your mind could focus on was his hands on you. Touching you so good. Fucking you so good. Working you closer and closer to coming utterly undone.

Before you could stop it, right next to your high, all his contact was gone. Your head shoots up off the table, finding him and his cocksure grin peering down at you. Your face pulls into a tight-lipped grimace of wry amusement. “You cocky bastard.”

“What’s that? You want my cock?”

His hands quickly find your hips and in one quick motion plunges his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. Your scream surprises the both of you, your arms twisting free from his metal appendage and clutching onto his forearms as he fucks you relentlessly. Nothing could have prepared you despite how many times you had played it out in your head. He was so fucking thick, so big, filling you entirely… your body had gone numb as it rocked back and forth atop the table, the metal tentacle at your waist slamming you down onto his cock to meet his thrusts, as he overpowered you.

He stands so intimidatingly over you, captivated by the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth, fueled by the thought of his cock making you come unglued like this. His cock twitches inside you. “Come for me, my dear, you’ve done so well.”

With a guttural groan, you let go. Your walls squeeze him hard as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hand on your clit slowing. You feel him release inside you moments after. Your head feels light, almost dizzy, as you lay there in awe. Your chest heaves with breathy moans, your eyelids heavy with euphoria.

“Mm,” his hands find the inside of your thighs again, stroking them in praise, his hips leisurely still meeting yours as you lay there breathlessly on the table. “Such a good girl.”

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notwxrriors · 5 years

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i know its been a few days, so im sorry if im too late but for the dialogue prompts: 20, awtto, maybe with a bit of tickling? im surprisingly very into it and i havent been able to stop thinking about it woof!!

UR NEVER TOO LATE!!! I LOVE THESE!!! also tickling is Extremely Good

20. “You’re too sly.“

- - -

They’re on in five minutes.

"Quit it.” Awsten says, trying to sound firm. Otto’s fingers are skimming the hem of his shirt, hinting at it, and Awsten’s so tense against him, so wound up as he waits for Otto to tickle him, make him squeal right here, backstage.

“Why? Think you’re gonna cum all over yourself again?” Otto teases, his voice low, close to Awsten’s ear. He bites at Awsten’s neck then, a quick pinch of teeth, followed by his tongue. Awsten squirms, lets out a tiny whimper from high in the back of his throat, his hands balled into the material of Otto’s shirt.

“No! Well, maybe.” He pauses, frown nearing a pout. “Stop! I don’t wanna find out!” He whines, but Otto’s still grinning up at him. There’s a moment of direct eye contact, Awsten pleading, before Otto wraps his arms around Awsten’s middle, pulling him into a tight hug.

Awsten’s dumb enough to trust him then, easing into Otto’s arms, hugging him back. It’s nice while it lasts, until Otto’s fingers are digging into his sides, dancing across his ribs and Awsten’s knees buckle as he wails. Otto holds him up, merciless while Awsten’s somewhere between laughing and screaming.

“You tricked me!” Awsten manages between gasps, trying to press his legs close together, trying to prevent the inevitable from happening.

Otto tries to catch his mouth in a kiss while he fights Otto’s grip, grinning. “Aww, peachy. You’ll be okay. Think of the fun we’ll have afterwards.” He coos, pushing Awsten away gently, Awsten catching his breath and whining. “I’ll really get ya when we’re done."

Awsten groans, just as someone calls the one minute warning.

#ask #tickling #ao #nsfw'ish

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