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Otto was a living encyclopedia! Both ancient and modern, and just as fascinating to leaf through. But he was also so insufferable. A know-it-all, to put it mildly. He overdid everything. Over-explained, overloaded easily, and, most of all, he was garishly overconfident.
But such was a frail veneer for his overanxiety, overthinking, and all the other 'overs.' The Otto Octavius was human, after all. But despite the understandable reasoning, (Y/N) still couldn't stand him. She begrudgingly pushed it aside since she was acting as his aide.
Otto was undeniably brilliant and equally as irritable. He was arrogant and dismissive of others. Always annoyed, Otto seemed generally unpleasant to have as a teacher. He often made his class feel inadequate, which is not a top quality a teacher should possess. It was never personal; instead, it was the only way he knew how to push his gifted students to pursue their fullest potential. However, on rare occasions, Otto would genuinely compliment his students, albeit somewhat reluctant.
Despite his slight improvements, everyone knew the young Dr. Otto Octavius was the very type doomed to learn an Aesop's fable about humility and modesty. It couldn't come soon enough, (Y/N) thought.
(Y/N) had been excited to work alongside the doctor for her apprenticeship program, but he wore a dead expression, seemingly disillusioned by humanity. He was detached and brooding from daylight to dark. When in "better" moods, he still always took the role of the gloating chess master, easily and comically enraged by everyone else's "idiocy." And though he vehemently looked down on his students' goofy antics when trying to relate to his (slightly) younger audience, he enjoyed attempts at witty banter and hamminess.
As he relaxed more into his potion, Otto tried (a bit) harder in the classroom, but his eyebrows still raised in strange abstraction, not quite in sync with himself. The sleeves of his lab coat were too short, or maybe the sleeves of his sweater were too long. His collar was always popped, hiding away his neck. His voice boomed, and he was bombastic at inappropriate times.
When she would take her place in front of the class, Otto would stare fixedly. Contrasting his rather plain, rudimentary face, fate seemed to gleam transcendent above him, making (Y/N) rightfully nervous.
She couldn't help but think Otto was terribly and perplexingly attractive. He drew her into orbit with an air of authority that made her shudder. (Y/N) found herself hanging on to his every word, eager to sponge up his thrilling theories and discoveries. Yet, amidst the admiration, a razor slice of inferiority in (Y/N)'s gut. Despite being scholarly as well, Otto made her feel like a novice at best, a passenger on his journey, where he was her seasoned guide. She teetered between wonderment and firey motivation to prove to him she could also contribute something meaningful.
She longed to pick at his brain like a vulture on carrion, stripping him of all his knowledge and secrets, tendon by tendon.
And how she longed to shut him up after.
It was a painfully average day, and Dr. Octavius and (Y/N) were in the storage rooms in Horizon High's basement while the students had broken for lunch. (Y/N) had only been down a handful of times. Just the week before, Otto had made an extremely volatile power source in the very spot they now stood, in blatant disregard for the students and faculty's wellbeing. He argued, as usual, that surely, someone with his first-class brains would know how to make it safe.
For someone so genius, he was greatly myopic in his actions.
The fluorescent lights, flickering occasionally, cast a buzzing, yellow light on the concrete walls. The school basement served as a repository of scientific devices and relics. There were wet specimens: jarred diaphonized baby mice, seeming to radiate violet light for their jars, pig and sheep hearts, as well as bleached bones.
The pair walked past them to peel over the experiment supplies.
"Now, here we have our Magdeburg Hemispheres," Dr. Octavius sidestepped, pointing to the next glass cabinet and then the next. "Our Conductivity of Solutions Apparatus, Dual-Cylinder Desktop Stirling Engine. And the Van De Graaff Generator-"
"-Sorry, can I ask you a question abo-?"
"-Of course!" He clasped his hands together excitedly. "You see, it has removable terminal housing. The clear belt housing tube allows easy viewing of all the moving parts. Up to 250,000-volt potential! And it just plugs into your standard 110-volt outlet." Otto rambled excitedly.
"That wasn't quite my question, sir." (Y/N) chuckled, feeling spiders of doubt scuttle across the nape of her neck. She wanted to brush them off.
Maybe she should just drop it.
"Yes, well, what is it?" Otto looked almost irritated as he awaited her reply with his hands on his hips.
"I just...feel like you've tried your hardest not to engage with me the whole time I've been working here." She trod carefully. "Are you...nervous having me around, Dr. Octavius?"
(Y/N) gaped, increasingly hesitant to ask now that Otto was behaving like he had just descended from on high to mingle with her, a pathetic peasant. He always made her feel like she had woken god up from his nap and was wasting his precious time.
"Why would I be?" Otto squinted.
"Should I be?"
"Well, no! I don't think so." (Y/N) chuckled nervously. "You see, I've noticed you've made sure not to ask me much more than my last name. I was wondering if, perhaps, you feel you've made a mistake in letting me shadow you."
"Make no mistakes, I am not here to make friends, Miss (L/N)."
(Y/N) felt her heart pop like a balloon, disappointment flooding her chest like stinging mustard gas.
"I see." She said gravely.
"However," Otto began, unable to pull his eyes away from his reflection in the glass cabinet. "I do enjoy your presence. Probably much more than I would any of the other candidates."
"Why do you say that?"
"Great Scott, you have a lot of questions." He moaned and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
"I'm sorry," (Y/N) said with a crestfallen smile, feeling the tips of her ears redden with itchy, embarrassed heat. Things were not going as intended.
"What were you saying about the Van De Graff Generator again?" She deflected.
Otto sighed, finally turning to his aide. "Is there a reason you need my approval? I mean, I suppose it would mean more than most."
"As much as I would love your approval, doctor, I mostly want to get to know you more. On a more personal level. There is not a single person I have talked to on campus that really knows you."
"They know just enough." Replied the impenetrable wall.
(Y/N) hummed thoughtfully as she tapped her lips.
"What if you just give me one detail about yourself that no one else here knows? Something small like... what's your middle name?"
"Gunther, if you must know." He replied dryly.
(Y/N) swallowed her laughter quickly. Already expecting it, Otto peered at her with dark, scrutinizing eyes. She pithily wondered how many times he'd be mocked over his name. Probably too many times to count.
"Gunther." She repeated, satisfied she had gleaned even a single fragment of info on him.
" Au courant , yes?"
"Y-yes, very à la mode ," (Y/N) giggled, shoulders softening as she realized he was actually being playfully sarcastic with her.
"Hmm...would you like to know one detail about me that no one else knows?"
Otto looked nervous.
"I suppose." He trod carefully.
"Well...I have to say, I think you're very endearing." She smiled sheepishly. "I find you very cute."
"Cute?" He huffed in astonishment, turning away from her as his full cheeks began to burn. "Is this some sort of cruel jab, Miss (L/N)?"
"No, no, of course not." She assured.
Dr. Octavius let out a long, shaky sigh. Then he cleared his throat and stared past her, past the sealed boxes and glassware lining the shelves.
"Likewise." He finally muttered. "But an irksome interference, if you ask me."
Feeling her heart swell up again, she gently touched his chest, smoothing her way up.
"Doctor..."
Otto only grumbled, allowing her hands to roam over him, but still looking as smug and snotty as usual. (Y/N)'s fingers wrapped around his lanyard, flipping the ID badge over and goggling his picture. He looked like someone had just called him "mister" instead of "doctor."
"Is there ever a time you're not scowling?"
His face grew more sour. "It's rare anything deserves more than a 'scowl,' as you put it."
"Well," She began softly. "I can only hope this is one of those things."
Their eyes finally met in silent understanding. (Y/N) maintained her feather-light reassurance on his chest. The warmth of her hands seemed to begin his thawing. The loud air conditioning sighed along with them, wrapping them in secrecy. No one could hear them, and the students wouldn't be returning from lunch for at least twenty-five more minutes.
The kiss unfolded. It was unsure, awkward, clumsy, and inelegant. Heart pounding in his ears, (Y/N) drew Otto towards the old teacher's longue couch next to a bookcase full of outdated textbooks. Beside each other, they began their slow orbit, mute in recognition of its irresistible pull.
"Will this suffice?" (Y/N) patting the cushion.
"This is abominably inappropriate, Miss (L/N). E-especially on campus." He huffed. "I anticipated better from you."
"Did you? I didn't think you expected much from anyone."
There was a flash of anger in his fawn eyes, and his skin prickled defensively.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Otto leaned away from her.
"I mean," She tugged at his sweater. "You're so high and mighty. Don't you expect this sort of fawning?"
"W-well...I...Miss (L/N). I'm rather old-fashioned. So, I-"
As he grappled for the words, (Y/N) slipped onto the floor, shuffling in between his legs and looking up with her innocent doe eyes.
"W-wait!" Otto panicked. "I highly encourage you to rethink this. I...I am me, after all."
(Y/N) could practically see his brick exterior being chipped away at. Panic erupted in his eyes as he bumbled his way into a shockingly alien position.
"And that's exactly why I would never rethink this." She smiled. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, an 18-wheeler careening toward him. As his breath grew heavier, his neck reddened past his high collar.
"W-wait." Otto sputtered again. What if it's...not to your...liking."
(Y/N) laughed at his endearing candor. "All of you is to my liking, Otto."
(Y/N) shoved his sweater up over his belly, exposing his wispy happy trail, and began to undo his pants. (She briefly noted how odd it was that he was wearing cargo pants and a sweater.) Glancing up for a nanosecond (Y/N) could see Otto's lip quivering. His breaths were leaving in heavy huffs, but otherwise, he was statuesque in anticipation. He whined, and his hips jerked forward. His fingers knotted into his sweater, keeping it up and out of the way for (Y/N)'s convenience, knuckles turning bright white.
(Y/N) hummed warmly, feeling the embers leap in her belly. "Is this alright?"
Poor Otto had made a sizable wet spot on his briefs, which he was probably wishing he hadn't worn today.
"Sh...f....gh..."
"What was that?" She grinned like a fox.
"God..." The sweaty palm of his hand slipped across his forehead.
(Y/N) pulled down his underwear, and his cock bobbed out heavily. Otto was such a mess. His cock was short and very girthy, flushed deliciously with excitement. She began to slowly stroke up and down. Her other hand splayed across his fleshy thigh to feel the muscles clenching and rippling as he tried to regain control of himself. She bowed her head, licking up the bubble of precum rising from his cock.
Otto whined, trembling. His cock dribbled a gratuitous amount of precum. He was so cute and needy. Rewarding him for giving up control, (Y/N) stroked him faster, lathering his cock and giving the bulbous tip a squeeze when she reached it.
The doctor shuddered and let out a sharp gasp.
(Y/N) tingled with giddy satisfaction.
Her tongue swirled around the head for a few more moments before she finally began to sink down, taking him until his curls scratched her lips. She started slowly, her hand twirling and twisting around his base. He slung his head back against the pillows, feeling like all the blood was leaving him in an instant. (Y/N) continued until her jaw was sore, and her lips went frightfully numb.
Dr. Octavius smoothed back his hair with a whine. He was a wreck. Ruined by lust. It was like perfidious pollution. A neurotoxin and he was entering the death throes.
"I surmise you haven't done this before." (Y/N) finally spoke, giving herself a chance to breathe.
Anger gleamed in his eyes briefly. How dare she!
"It's not like I couldn't! It's...S...such things are trivial to someone like me." He whined.
"Someone like you, huh?" (Y/N) smiled. "Your body doesn't seem to think it's very trivial."
Oh, (Y/N) was sick, scandalous, and so spectacular.
She raised a brow. "You know, I bet you're a little pervert."
"I'm no such thing." He sounded enormously offended. "Your claims are wholly unfounded."
(Y/N) chuckled. "Thou does protest too much."
"Hurry up then." He glowered.
What a brat.
"I don't believe you're in any state to rush me." (Y/N) stated guilelessly, slowing her pumping to a snail's pace. The pad of (Y/N)'s thumb barely brushed over his leaking hole, smearing the wetness across the velvet head. She wanted nothing more than to make him her little spoiled brat.
"In fact,"
She twisted her hand around the head, covering him in his own mess.
"Hrck!"
"I think I finally know how to shut you up." (Y/N) 's hand slid quickly, chest boiling with pride as she felt Otto's cock stiffen even more, flexing as it ached with blood.
"Don't look at me." He panted, unable to look in between his legs at his fat, swollen cock inches away from his assistant's pretty mouth.
"Why, doctor? You get so leaky when I do."
She twisted faster and faster, taking pride in the humiliating wet sound.
"About to cum?"
Otto huffed in annoyance, his brow wet. But his legs were shaking.
"H-hah, you wi-"
(Y/N) swallowed his cock once more.
"O-oh...S-shit!"
Unexpectedly, hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat. Otto was panting as if he had just run a mile, his hand covering half of his face as he tried to come back down to earth.
"Poor thing." (Y/N) cooed as she petted his cheek. She began to stroke him again, painfully milking one last drop of cum from his twitching cock. Otto leaned back, burbling, eyes threatening to roll back into his skull. He was dreadfully oversensitive and drained, literally and figuratively.
"Aw, too tired?" (Y/N) teased.
"Not a bit." Otto was gritting his teeth, probably to the point of them crumbling in his mouth.
(Otto Octavius never admits defeat!)
"It's okay. Let me do all the work." She whispered sweetly as she straddled Otto in her skirt. She yanked her panties to the side and slid her silky lips across his sore cock.
"Ah...there we go." She breathed as she guided him into her.
(Y/N) felt his cock harden fully as soon as it was fully wrapped in her warmth.
Suddenly, unable to resist ruining him any longer, (Y/N) began to bounce. His heavy balls slapped against her ass. The sound conjured a twisting, thrashing hellfire in her gut. Otto's sounds weren't deep or guttural but shrill and 'slutty,' if she had to pick a word for it. He lay back in spellbound subjection as she rode his hurting cock impatiently. His eyes were closed against the exhausting delight of the senses.
"Is it good, doctor?" White heat tore through his guts at her breathless voice. "Tell me how good it feels to be used."
He lost himself in her bleary, sleepy-lidded eyes. Their noses were nearly touching, and he couldn't take it.
"I...w...it feels so good." He slurred drunkenly, finally giving in to what his body needed.
"Again." (Y/N) directed, as if he were her student, her class pet.
"It feels so good."
"Aw, what a good boy," (Y/N) hummed warmly, stalling her movements long enough to pat his head as if he were a loyal, collared pup.
'All men were animals,' (Y/N) thought. Some just made better pets than others.
Satisfied with his jelly-boned compliance, she slammed her hips down and resumed her quick pace, her supple thighs crashing into his with echoing slaps.
"Miss (L/N), please, we must stay quiet."
"Don't worry, sir. The elevator makes enough noise." She managed between pants. "We'll hear it if someone is on their way down."
Never for a moment did she cease grinding.
Otto let his body relax again, one eye shut against the onslaught. His noises were growing more frequent. He was nearly sobbing as he felt the wave of orgasm building once more.
"Hah..." (Y/N) chuckled knowingly, kneading her own breast as she ground down furiously. "You're a bit of a slut, aren't you?"
"Y-yes...F...fuck me...please...pl-please don't stop." Otto moaned desperately, drool daring to slip down his chin. "This is all I need...I think...To be used like this...I-" His eyes were glazed and unfocused like marbles. He almost looked like a corpse if it had not been for his very alive red cheeks and heaving chest.
"Mmm...Quite the pillow princess, doctor. You're just letting me get you off."
She laughed, resting her sweaty forehead against his and gripping his shoulders for support.
"No one would even believe the sounds you're making for me right now." Her voice in his ear, her hot breath on his neck was soporific, like a sensuous drug.
Before he even registered that he was cumming for the second time, Otto keened. His great climax came, his consummation. He worshipped it and bowed down before it. It's the only thing he would bow before. Total fulfillment. A consummation of life and death at once. He was ripped into pieces and formed again by her hugging body as cum flooded the back of her cunt.
Otto was as dead as a dust corner.
(Y/N) hung her head and attempted to catch her breath, ears ringing shrilly.
She eased off of his quickly softening cock and adjusted her panties as she felt his cum begin to drip.
She kissed his nose and sighed. "The world-renowned Dr. Octavius may not be as unreachable as once believed--Felled only by a single touch. Your secret is safe with me." (Y/N) winked.
The assistant stood before him and smoothed her skirt down before adjusting her blouse and hair. She wore a sleepy but satisfied smile.
"If you're interested in exploring more of my curriculum, why don't you come by sometime?"