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you weren’t quite sure how you were put in this situation. one moment you were stressing out about your mission of capturing a certain fatui doctor that you have little to no information about to a stranger who was nice enough to listen to you ramble, and the next you were in your house — in your room — about to hook up with the very same stranger that you just met.
you had met him at the bar you were in as you were trying to drink all your stress away. he called himself dottore, and was fairly interested in what you had to say; engaging in your ramblings, asking about your well-being, even suggesting that you should take a break from work, and in your stressed out state, you found him to be charming.
sure, you weren’t actually planning on sleeping with him, but one thing can lead to another, and you weren’t actually complaining about it, it wasn’t like dottore was unattractive — oh he was far from being unattractive. plus, it’s not like you couldn’t fend for yourself if he turns out to be dangerous. you were strong enough to be put on a mission to catch a fatui harbinger, after all.
he had you pressed against the wall, your back leaning against him as you felt his hot breath fanning against your exposed skin. you were trying your best to stop yourself from whining at the slight feeling of his knee pressing against your cunt. you wanted more, but you were also too embarrassed to show how needy you were.
dottore’s lips ghosted on your neck, and slowly to your jaw. you could practically feel him smirking as he glanced at your slight flushed face from either the alcohol, or from this entire situation that the both of you were in. “you’re very shameless, love,” his voice was nothing above a whisper, “inviting me to your house like this when you barely even know me.” he continued, his smile growing wider.
you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, desperately trying to look at him as he spoke to you. “for you to do this, oh i can only imagine just how pent up you are down there,” he roughly grinded his knee against your clothed cunt, letting a moan out of you. he almost chuckled at your behaviour, amused with how compliant you were.
he brought one hand to your head to slowly caress your hair from behind, “you let out the sweetest sound, y/n, i wonder what else can that pretty mouth of yours do,” he said, his words made your face heat up with want and desperation. the hand that was gently caressing your hair made its way to your chin, tilting your face so you would properly look into dottore’s eyes.
his pupils were slightly dilated, but you didn’t have much time to study his features, his lips already pressing against yours. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, you genuinely just wanted to feel more of him — meanwhile dottore? he was more than happy to give you more.
he slid his tongue into your mouth, his tongue felt hot against yours, making you slightly whine against him. you felt him chuckle to the vibration it produced, his hot breath once again brushing against your lips. you stretched out your hand as you tried to hold him in any way possible given the position he had placed you in.
“please,” you pulled away, panting and still trying to hold him, but he seemed to like seeing you struggle, smiling at you. one of his hands grabbed yours, pushing it to the wall, pressing your palm against the wall — but still holding it, “please? please what?” he asked, his eyes once again staring into yours, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.
your eyebrows furrowed slightly, your gaze immediately dropping to somewhere else. “i need you to give me more, please,” you said it so meekly, it was enough to make dottore’s cock hard, he loved just how submissive you were. he hummed lowly, grinding his cock against your ass, “you look so helpless, it’s hot.” he whispered, his tongue licking the top of your ear, earning a gasp from you.
“tell me, y/n,” he paused, his hands roaming down your body to slide your dress off of you, the piece of clothing immediately pooling around your feet. “this doctor you’re trying to catch — did he made your life hard?” he asked, his voice had a hint of worry in it, but you didn’t know that he was just faking it. he couldn’t believe it himself — him making your life hard was just so attractive to him, he was even getting turned on from the fact alone. it felt like he had control over your life in some way. but of course, you didn’t have to know that.
you nodded your head, “yes,” you replied, although you were unsure why he was even bringing up the topic. his gloved hands gently caressed the sides of your waist, before slowly turning you around to face him, your body completely bare in front of him. he couldn’t help it, he wanted to study your body in more detail, he couldn't just turn the opportunity down. “you’re beautiful.” he smiled again, you felt your cheeks heating up again but you were unsure how to respond.
you grabbed onto his dress shirt to pull him closer to you, this time to kiss him properly. dottore gladly obliged, one hand holding you by the small of your back while he tries his best to get himself undressed with the other hand. his lips were cold, but soft against yours.
once he was done undressing himself, his free hand slowly slid up from your thigh, and to your cunt, he wasn’t even slightly surprised to feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers. “i can only imagine the pent up frustrations you’re having, darling,” he teased, he watched you break eye contact and once again, he found himself enjoying just how meek, and incredibly submissive you’ve become, he didn’t even have to do a lot of work to get you like this.
“i like hearing you beg, why don’t you be a good girl for me and beg?” he asked suddenly, you were once again embarrassed with his demand, but you were also way too needy to refuse. “i-i,” you choked out, trying to find the right words to say, “i need you, please, i need you to fuck me,” you sounded breathless as you were begging, your eyebrows furrowing as you spoke.
“louder.” he ordered, his voice was stern this time which made you gulp. “please, dottore, fuck me — please just fuck me!” you begged again, this time it was purely out of desperation. you couldn’t understand what kind of expression he was making, it was mixture of lust and amusement from hearing you beg alone. you felt two of his fingers slowly rubbing the entrance of your cunt, the feeling making you moan almost immediately.
you can’t even remember when was the last time you had touched yourself, let alone had sex. “like this?” he asked, watching you nod your head eagerly, “m-more, please,” you said softly, you grind your hips against his fingers once but dottore stopped you, “don’t do anything without my permission.” he once again ordered.
he felt your body go stiff around his fingers, watching you slowly nod you head at his order. seeing how good you were for him, he decided to be nice and pushed the two fingers into your cunt. the foreign feeling felt both good and painful. you let out a soft moan as your body almost stumbled forward if it wasn’t for how strong he was holding you still.
dottore didn’t wait too long to start moving his fingers, stretching out the inside of your pussy so easily, you were sure he’d done this a thousand times. he had his fingers knuckles deep inside of your cunt, and you were so sensitive that you could feel every little move he made with his fingers.
dottore pulled his fingers out completely before pushing it all the way in again, curving his fingers upwards once he reached deep enough, making you gasp. your cunt tightening up around his fingers already. he chuckled, “who would’ve thought someone as powerful as you would be nothing more than a common whore behind curtains?” he laughed, you would’ve felt embarrassed, felt humiliated and even angry to hear anyone saying that to you on any other day, but at the moment? you were reduced to the exact thing he labeled you as; a whore. you wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck you hard.
realising your lack of response, he decided to shove another finger into your cunt, all three fingers pushing deep into you at the same time. “not even gonna deny? aren’t you pathetic,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. after he was sure that he had stretched you out enough to his liking, he pulled his fingers out. you whined at the sudden lack of friction.
dottore wasn’t in the mood to hear you whine, instantly shushing you up by shoving the fingers that he used to fuck you into your mouth. “clean them up for me, darling,” he smiled. you hadn’t realised just how long his fingers really were until you found yourself struggling to lick all three of his fingers clean, as they were long enough that it almost reached the back of your throat.
you brought one of your hands to hold him by the wrist to keep it still as you tried your best to clean your own slick from his fingers, bobbing your head for better access for yourself. seeing how occupied you were with his fingers, he took that opportunity to slide his cock into you, the size of the head alone made you squeal, the grip on his wrist tightened.
you weren’t even sure when he had taken the rest of his clothes off, you hadn’t realised just how occupied you were when he had his fingers in you that you didn’t even notice him undressing.
you knew he was big in size, but you didn’t expect it to be this big. you weren’t even sure if you could take it all. it only drove dottore crazier seeing how you were already struggling trying to take him, hearing your muffled moans with his fingers still in your mouth. your cunt was wrapping around his cock so nicely, maybe it’s due to the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while — or maybe it was simply because dottore was just big.
he was nice enough to be patient as he slowly slid his entire cock into you, your legs already staggering as you felt him bottom out. a low grunt leaving his lips as he tried to steady his breath, “fuck, y/n, you feel so good,” his voice was deep when he spoke, and his grip on you tightened as he was using your body to hold himself up.
“i’ll fuck you real nice, love, you’ll start thanking that fatui doctor for keeping you all pent up.” he said. you didn’t have time to even process what he meant when you felt his cock moving inside you. you started realising just how sensitive your pussy was when you could feel every vein on his cock just moving and stretching your walls out.
dottore pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip of it remained, and contrasting the first few thrusts that he was so generous to give you, his thrust this time was quick, harsh — painful even. he knew what he was doing, and did it on purpose, he is quite the sadist after all.
your cunt once again tightened around dottore’s cock, a muffled whimper mixed with a moan leaving your mouth which caught him by surprise. your eyes were shut closed, your head leaning against the wall behind you as you finally start to relax and got used to his pace — even if it wasn’t a steady one. “do you like it when it hurts?” he asked, which made you open your eyes.
you shook your head, he noticed tears had welled in your eyes, his cock twitching as he continued fucking you in a harsh pace. dottore removed his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, “you- you just feel so good, dottore, it doesn’t h-hurt,” you managed to choke out in between your pants and moans, although he didn’t miss the sound of your breath hitching in between your words.
he chuckled again, he liked the way you say things that are exactly what he wants to hear. he leaned closer to you. the first thing that came to your mind was that he was gonna kiss you again. instead, he started latching on your neck, leaving trails of kisses on them.
you tilted your neck for him, giving him more space to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck, which made him groan slightly out of approval. between the nibbling on the soft and sensitive skin of your neck and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you in a pace you could only imagine to do on your own, you weren’t sure what you were moaning for anymore.
being so close to you, dottore loved hearing you moan and call for his name. he especially loved it when you begged for more, or to go slower, or faster, he was gladly giving you everything that you were asking for.
one of his hands moved up from your ass all the way to your breast, gently cupping them at first. once again moaning his name as you tried to reach for his hand, desperate for any kind of gentle touch from him. surprisingly, dottore intertwined his other hand with yours. the sweet gesture was the exact opposite of the way dottore’s hips were thrusting into you, the way his other hand was playing with your breast, and the way he was biting into your skin whenever you grind on his cock in the way that he wanted you to.
you let out a whimper from all the stimulation you were receiving from him, “too much…” you cried out, “it’s too much,” he could hear you slightly sobbing, “don’t be like that, bunny, i know you can take a little more.” he muttered. you were about to say something in retaliation but was cut off when he started kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth once again.
dottore’s grip on your hand tightened, and his other hand finally stopped teasing the overly sensitive nipple of one of your breasts. he held you by your chin, as he pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head to look at him, he took a second to admire your fucked out face — he couldn’t believe your superiors had put you in charge of capturing him, when you were in fact, nothing more than a slut for him.
dottore quickened his pace, he knew you had been close for a while now judging from how sloppy your grindings were and how much your cunt was tightening up so nicely around him. he let go of your hand, putting his thumb and his index into your mouth.
you were confused with what he was doing, feeling him tugging at your tongue as you forcefully stuck your tongue out for him. “such an obedient little slut,” he mumbled, almost like it was to himself. you looked at him through your blurred vision from how much you were crying from the overstimulation dottore was giving you. you weren’t used to being fucked the way dottore was doing you, it was only natural that your body became sensitive so quickly.
“you wanna cum, don’t you?” dottore asked, and you eagerly nodded, your hips trying their hardest to fuck yourself on his cock. the next thing you knew, you could feel his spit dripping down from the tip of your tongue to the back of your throat, your eyes widened. “swallow.” he ordered, finally letting go of your tongue. seeing you still stunned by his sudden action, he thrusted his cock deep in you, finally getting your attention.
“swallow, and i’ll let you cum.” dottore repeated. you obediently swallowed his spit, you wished you could hide it, but you secretly liked it. your cunt once again tightening around his cock from thinking about what he just did to you. you stuck your tongue out for him to see, it almost caught him by surprise. “good girl,” he praised.
as a reward, dottore’s hand made its way to your cunt, almost immediately finding your already swollen clit, he started to play with it. one second he was gently rubbing circles on it, and the other he was roughly flicking on it. the constant changes on the way he was playing with your clit drove you crazy, the familiar euphoric feeling started to pool in your stomach, only it was building up faster than usual.
your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed your head back. you started holding onto his shoulder a little more for support, as you constantly moaned his name. dottore grinned as he looked at how completely fucked out you looked like, his cock twitching just from the realisation of how hard he had been fucking you. “i-i think i-i’m gonna cum…” you said weakly, panting as your breath started hitching as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.
he wrapped a hand around your neck, grabbing you by your neck to pull you into a kiss. upon feeling how hard his grip was around your neck, and feeling his soft lips against yours again, the knot in your stomach finally snapped.
you felt yourself cumming so much that you had to pull away from the kiss, almost screaming in pleasure as you rest your head against dottore’s shoulder. he didn’t quite mind it, pushing your body straight against the wall so he could fuck you better to chase his own orgasm. “please s-slow down, dottore,” you had no more energy, your voice was soft when you said it.
“be good for me and just take it,” he demanded once again, the hand around your neck tightening once more. dottore took notice that you had enjoyed being choked, he was able to find out from the way your cunt was once again wrapping itself so nicely around his cock whenever he chokes you.
as he was fucking your overstimulated cunt, dottore realised he liked you a lot — not romantically, of course, but he liked you enough to want to keep you around him. just from the thought of having you all to himself, brainwashing you into giving up your line of work, giving up on catching the fatui doctor — him — oh, he needed that to happen.
he absolutely needed someone like you who can help accompany him on nights when his test subjects fail on him, nights when he’s finally done with the mission the tsaritsa had given him. he needed to see you waiting for him in his room every single night.
just from thinking about all the other various things he’d do to you was enough to rile him up, he could feel himself reaching his orgasm. dottore grunted, a small “fuck” leaving his mouth as he looked at you struggling to take it — take him.
the way you were quite literally crying from how sensitive you’ve already become, but how you were also holding back your sobs because you were so desperate to please him. you were so considerate of him, when you barely even know him. “you’re such a good girl for me, you could just tap out if it’s really too much,” he wasn’t sure where his generosity had come from, normally dottore wouldn’t even care if the other person came or not.
you shook your head, your trembling hands reaching out to hold the sides of his face. “i-i want you to feel good too,” you said, you sounded so sweet as you said those words. dottore didn’t even have time to react when he felt his cum shooting out into your cunt. his eyebrows furrowed as his head was pushed back slightly. he moaned out your name quietly, but it was enough for you to hear it.
with a few last thrusts, he finally stopped as he kept his cock in your cunt. both of you were trying to catch your breaths, your arms holding onto him like your life depended on it. your eyes were closed as you were trying to calm yourself down, you were oblivious at the fact that dottore was staring at you.
he surprisingly found you beautiful, to say the least. with the coat of sweat covering your body, some of them dripping down. the way your chest was going up and down from how hard you were breathing. you were more beautiful than any of his creations, any of his experiments, it was impossible. nothing was better than his own creations, yet there you were.
he wasn’t sure what other way to keep you by his side, so he decided to just go for it. even if it was on impulse, and even if it would potentially jeopardise his entire career, “i can take you to the fatui doctor, you just have to promise to stay by my side.” he said suddenly, making you shoot your eyes open. you were shocked, of course, and curious, but you didn’t feel like the current situation you two were in was the right time to talk about that topic. “let’s not talk about work right now. i like this moment to be just about us.” you smiled at him.
he was a little shocked by your response at first, but quickly smiled back. “yeah. you’re right, just us.”