Title: Dottore's experiment Pairing: Dottore x fem!reader Warnings: Explicit, Dottore is a stalker, Mature content, Sexual themes and acts, MDNI, p in v, fingering, eating out, really an obsession on Dottore's part Words: 2.8K
Notes: This is a little something I wrote while my WIFI was down, and I just can't stop thinking about Dottore. It has been a while since I have posted on Tumblr so I apologize if the formatting is weird, I am working on it. Enjoy twin!!
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Dottore had always taken his experiments to new levels, pushing the limits nature had set in place for him. To him, those limits were simply obstacles that, once he got around them, became simply an achievement for him to brag about. He overenjoyed the idea of reaching beyond the sky, beyond what nature had set in stone for him.
But you? Oh, you were the one he could never get his hands on. You were so close to him, so easy to access, yet it was as if a force in this world kept you apart. And he would stop at nothing to have you.
As a Harbinger, he was used to having whatever he wanted. And he basked in the thrill of taking it, especially by force. And while you were oblivious to his fixation on you, he was enamoured with the idea of making you his, even if it meant he would break you.
It had started so casually, innocent even. You had visited your brother once at work, where he stood guard at the Winter Palace, and your path had crossed that of Dottore's. You had heard of him before, but your knowledge of the Harbingers was limited. You had your own life to focus on, your plans of leaving Snezhnaya to study in Sumeru.
You had simply bid him hello, and just from the softness of your voice, the pureness that you radiated, he was hooked. How could someone as soft and pleasant as you live in such a cruel world? And how could he let you be alone when others might take advantage of your heart? He had to protect you, had to make you his and keep you hidden away, only for his eyes to see, for his heart to love.
And that desire to protect is what consumed him, what brought him to madness. Because by the end of the day, he had learned your name, who your brother was, where you lived, and what your plans for life were. He was even more excited to hear that you were hoping to get into the Akademya, just like he had done. The shared interests, the love for knowledge was something you had in common. Of course, you were meant to be together. You had to be his, for you were made for him.
And while you lived your days carefree, each day passing as normal as usual, his madness only grew wilder, only made him want to get his hands on you even quicker. But he had to wait, had to be patient and keep his mind clear. There was no point in rushing, not when he had already decided that you would be with him one day.
At first, he was simply looking out for you. He wanted to make sure you were safe. Who knew what dangers lurked in the streets while you were running your errands? He was simply making sure that you got home safe. How he knew where your house was, it did not matter. But you also had not realised that he had always been a few steps behind you, following as you went about with your day. That was already a sign that you were not safe enough and you needed him.
And when he was finally able to break into your house, you had not even realised that he had been there.
He had simply wanted to take a look around, to see if your house was safe, that no one had tried to soil it. He was pleased to see how you had different books, trinkets from faraway nations, and no sign of any other men in your life. You had kept yourself for him, after all. He was sure that you must have known he would arrive one day to make you his, and you had made sure to keep his place by your side open.
Yet, each day he got more impatient. He even started to dream of you, always by your side. Even his body was reacting to it all, each morning being accompanied by ruined boxers and a need to leave his mark on you. And even just the sigh of you made his breathing heavy, the vivid images of you with him flooding his mind.
And finally, one day, he got his chance to finally get you alone.
It had all been calculated. While you visited your brother once again, you crossed paths with Dottore. As soon as your eyes met his, the plan was set in motion.
"Ah, I see you are back to see your brother. How thoughtful of you." His voice had been deeper than you had anticipated, yet it had already caught you in its web.
You took the time to let his words sink in. He must know your brother well if he recognised you. "It's nothing, it's the least I can do for him."
Just your voice was enough to make him take you away in an instant. But he couldn't be that eager. He had waited for weeks now; a few more minutes would not make a difference.
Taking a step closer to you, he could already feel his skin burn with desire. "You are such a good girl." His praise was meant for more than just your attention to others. "I simply hope it is not taking away from your preparation for the Akademiya." Seeing the confused look on your face, he smiled as sweetly as he could. "Your brother has mentioned it in the past."
And just like that, you were wrapped around his fingers. The mention of the Akademya had made you forget all worries you might have had about being around a Harbinger, and it had even made you forget you were supposed to go and see your brother. Your passion for learning and knowledge was admirable, and it only made Dottore want to explore it, or rather, you, more.
He invited you to this laboratory under the pretext of telling you more about what your future held in Sumeru. Of course, he did not mention his failed time there, only the good parts. The chance to learn, to explore, to advance as a human. And even if his words were coated in hidden desires, you could only agree with him, your mind distracted by the idea of exchanging opinions with someone else.
How easy it was to deceive you, to bring you closer to him.
His laboratory was nothing out of the ordinary. Chairs, tables, papers filling empty spaces. His private, secluded room was only a few steps behind, and you couldn't help but be in awe of the number of books he had collected over time. Of course, you did not know how all of the books were compiled with human experiments, with hypotheses on how to advance his research. And you were also unaware that you were now locked inside a room with the man who had stalked you for the past weeks.
But to him, it was destiny. And as you trailed on and on about your own research you wanted to pursue at the Akademya, he couldn't help but feel the fabric of his pants tighten around him, to feel the shake in his hands as he wanted to bring you closer.
And the look you gave him. Oh, the look of adoration, of excitement, only made him lose control. How much he wanted to see that look beneath him.
Before you even had the time to process it all, he was already next to you, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed his lips to yours, devouring them. You could have sworn you heard him whimper only from the kiss. And as you pushed yourself away, trying to understand just what was happening, he grabbed your throat, bringing your face closer to his.
As he kissed you once more, you knew there was no way to get out of this. Not even your hands grabbed onto his clothes, pulling him closer to you. Perhaps if you had known that he was the reason your favourite shirt had gone missing two days ago, you would not let yourself get lost in the moment.
You could see the hunger in his kiss, the way he did not ask for permission before letting his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, how his hands were already under your shirt, making their way towards your breasts. And truth be told, you did not mind it at all. He knew what he wanted, and he was definitely going to get it.
And seeing as you were answering to him only made him more desperate. He was getting upset with your clothes, with his own clothes, with the fact that he had to work his way towards the reward. From the moment you walked into his private office, he was ready to see you full of his cum. But you were too pure for that. He had to work you towards it, to make sure you were ruined just enough before putting a leash on you. So he took his time, kissing you, letting his hands roam your skin, squeezing your breasts through your bra. He had to be a gentleman before he allowed himself more.
But he could feel you wanted more. Of course you did, this was meant to happen. You were moaning for him, and he could feel your nipples answering to his touch. He knew exactly what to do, what to say in order to make you give yourself to him.
He lifted you in his arms, carrying you to his desk, setting you on the edge of it. And you let him do it all, allowing him to control your every move, your every position. How exhilarating that was. To Dottore, it only meant that you were one step closer to being his.
With a calculated move, he unbuttoned your pants, swiftly taking them off. And he couldn't help but smile at your underwear. Of course, you had worn his favourite pair. He had seen them in your room before, and he had almost taken them with him during his last visit. But this was much better to see.
His knees hit the floor as he brought his face closer to your core. He looked like a man ready to worship a divine being, and to him, you were close to that.
His cold breath made you shiver, eliciting a smile from the man between your legs. If that was what a gust of breath did to you, he couldn't wait to see the rest. And that only made him lose control even more.
He brought his tongue over your clothed pussy, tasting the wetness that he had created just from having touched your breasts. Oh, and how sweet you tasted. In that moment, he decided that if life granted him one last meal before death, you would be the one in front of him. Because how could he ever experience this again? Now that he had tasted you, he couldn't possibly let you go.
He had wanted to take his time with this, to make you ask for more. But he was a starving man, and you were the only thing he wanted in that moment. Pushing your underwear aside with the end of his mask, his lips found their way around your clit, letting his tongue press flat against it before sucking, his moans vibrating through your body. He lapped your juices, each lick threatening to let his tongue deeper inside of you.
Your begging for more did not help him keep control of his tongue; if anything, it made him want to make you louder. He wanted to feel every crevice of your body, to know what to do to unravel you more before him. And as his tongue was busy abusing your clit, his fingers found their way to your entrance. He could have teased you, made you beg for more, but how could he possibly make you say such obscene words when he was the one unable to keep his calm? If anything, he almost begged you for it.
He did not wait a moment before pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them in right away. He knew where you would be sensitive, where it would make you scream for him. And while you told him to slow down, it only made him finger you faster. And the sounds your pussy was making did not help your case. He was even wishing he was recording it, just so he could enjoy it later. But did he even have to do that, when you were never going to leave his side? He would just have to have his way with you if he wanted to hear your cunt beg for him again. Your walls were tightening around him, and it was only making him more excited to feel himself inside of you. Just the thought of it, and your taste in his mouth, was clearly sending him over the edge.
He could have let you finish, made sure you were satisfied before moving on, but his own desire for pleasure was taking over. And in reality, if he hadn't stopped then, he would have come even before he would have had the chance to fuck you. He gave your pussy one last kiss before lifting himself off the floor. He licked his fingers clean before removing his mask, his eyes taking in your body. How stupid he had been, leaving your shirt on. He wanted to see your every curve, the small quirks that made you perfect.
It didn't take long for him to remove the rest of your clothes, leaving you displayed in front of him, as if you were his most precious experiment. And, in a way, you were. It was through your experiment together that he was able to understand what true craving was.
Once he deemed he had seen it all, taken mental notes of your body, he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground, alongside his boxers. He could have let you look, let you savour the sight of him, but he was such an impatient man.
"Such a good girl like you deserves a reward." You heard him whisper more to himself as he lightly tapped his cock against your clit. He couldn't bring himself to wait another moment before he aligned himself to your entrance, coating his dick with your juices before thrusting it in all at once. A series of obscene words left his mouth as his cock got used to the tightness around him. You could have sworn you heard him call you a little slut and his babygirl in the same sentence. He was filling every small space inside your pussy, and once he finally allowed himself to move, you could feel him in your throat.
The pressure against your cervix was too much, and you put your arms out, a signal for him to slow his pace, yet it only fueled him more. Grabbing your arms, he used them to pull you towards him as he pushed himself forward, making his cock reach deeper inside of you.
You looked so divine under him, moaning only his name like a prayer, letting his cock abuse your cervix. You were his to ruin, his to worship and to love. And while today he was using your pussy, tomorrow he would use your mouth, and the day after, who knows. But you would be his to use, to explore, until your body is worn out, only traces of him on it.
And the image of him keeping you in his lab, a leash around your neck and nothing else on you, making you take him every night, not only drove him crazy, but it tipped him over. And with a series of swears and moans, you felt his cum fill you up, your walls sucking every last drop of it.
And through his fucked out mind, Dottore had missed an important variable of his experiment. He had not seen how your hands were holding onto his, pulling him even closer.
He hadn't seen the look of pure happiness on your face as you felt his cum coat your walls.
And in his craze for your attention, he had missed the clue you had left for his experiment. He had not seen how your encounter today had been so similar to the first one.
He hadn't seen how you had left the door deliberately unlocked for him to come inside your apartment. He hadn't seen how your clothes were arranged perfectly on the ground, the underwear of choice for today taunting him.
Because, just like him, you had planned it all. Dottore had not even realised the one you called 'your brother' was simply a Fatui agent you had paid to play-pretend.
Just like you were Dottore's experiment, he was yours.
You wanted to see just how long it would take for a man of his stature to lose control. And your hypothesis ran true.
Now, it was time for a second experiment. How long would it take for him to ruin you once more?