Synopsis: Despite you being in a relationship with the original Zandik, he decided to not allow his segments to be treated with equal benefits from you. And Webttore does NOT take it well.
(Smut! Fem reader. Pre-established relationship of reader with Og!Zandik. Lots of groping. Desperate Webbie hehe. Pulling his hair. Quickie. Cheating?)
NSFW under the cut! MDNI!!!
A few weeks after establishing a relationship with Zandik, he knew he had to do something about his segments.
I mean, theyâre part of himself. Obviously if Zandik finds you attractive, so would the others.
Boundaries had to be set.
Most segments nodded along with Zandikâs set of rules: they could lightly touch, grope, and stare all they wanted, but under no circumstance were they to fuck you. Clear enough, right?
Only if Webttore was as compliant as the other segments.
The guy was stunned, cause what do you mean he could do all the things leading to fucking you, but not fuck you? It was absurd!
But Zandik wasnât having it, he wasnât going to let them just use you whenever! That was his job.
After a lot of back-and-forth with his creator, Webttore managed to get every right of touching you entirely taken, as punishment for not âappreciating what he hadâ.
Webttoreâs eye twitched.
âTHIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!â Webttore exclaimed, making a scene in the middle of the lab as he desperately tried to regain some sort of benefit from you. However, Zandik wasnât yielding under his loud pleas.
He stormed out the lab, slamming the doors loudly behind him, and began striding toward where you might be so he can sob into your warm chest about how cruel your lover can be!
You knew of Zandikâs rule as you were the first to hear about it.
And now as you lounged around in your comfy shared room, you heard angry and fast footsteps rapidly approaching, snapping the quiet peace you were experiencing buried in the sheets of your double bed.
âNameeee~!â
The sound of the young manâs whine was heard from right outside your door, giving you no time to react and try to cover yourself up from the lingerie set you were wearing, as Webttore swiftly turned the door handle and let himself in. (The audacity!)
He didnât wait for an answer from you, closing the door behind him and walking straight into the bed before climbing under the covers with you.
âHeâs so mean!â
Webttore grumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you on your side as he buried his face in your neck.
âCanât believe you chose him over meâŠâ
His voice purred, teal strands tickling your cheek as his teeth began playfully nicking at your skin.
You opened your mouth to defend your lover when you felt Webttoreâs hands wandering over your skin, one hand pushing your leg forward as he caressed the back of your thigh, his other hand cupping your tit and squeezing to get a reaction from you.
Oh, how you wanted to remind Webttore of Zandikâs rule before his advances led any further! But fuck, you would be lying to yourself if you didnât want your dearest Webbie to take you right then and thereâŠ
Not before toying with him a little.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
You spoke, grabbing his wrist away from your soft chest, and reaching your other hand to tug on his pretty teal locks.
âNgh..â
Oh. Oh.
Your hand froze in his hair. You did NOT expect that soft little moan from pulling on his hair like that. The sound so small yet needy and desperate, sending warmth in between your legs.
âCome on⊠heâs not here⊠he wonât knowâŠâ
Webttore mumbled in your shoulder, your back pressed to his chest before feeling something hard grinding against your ass. You felt his hand tugging down on your skimpy bottoms, while his other busied himself with undoing his belt.
âWonât take long⊠please, name, please..â he whined, his pretty red eyes turning glassy, as his hand palmed his hard-on through the thin fabric of his pants. Could you be so heartless and leave him with a painful boner?
ââŠmake it quick.â
Webttore didnât need to be told twice, his kicked-puppy expression crumbling with a sharp smirk as he successfully (and quickly) pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, before practically ripping off what little fabric you wore.
âThankyouthankyouthankyou..â He mumbled against your neck as he took out his hardened cock and stroked it slowly with his pre as lube, before shuffling a little closer to you and lining himself up with your already wet entrance.
Your breath hitched, your leg getting lifted by Webttoreâs arm as he gave small and weak thrusts to get you used to his length. His head was still lowered in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering about how wet and warm you felt, about how your pussy was made for him, his thrusts picking up the pace and growing much needier with every mumbled word.
You couldnât help but moan softly, biting your lower lip to keep quiet, though the headboard of your bed hitting the wall with every inch Webttore pounded into you did the job of letting anyone passing by your room know of your current activity.
You never knew Webttore could be so vocal, his whines and the way his cock pressed against your g-spot so deliciously working efficiently in making you forget entirely about whatever damned ruled Zandik had made!
âP-Please lemme cum⊠please I need it sâbad nameâŠâ
He pathetically whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppier and desperate for release. You could only answer in a moan, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you, before feeling sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and the stillness of Webttoreâs hips as he shot his seed into you without any other warning.
âHaah⊠there we go..â
You felt Webttore smirk against your skin before slipping out of your hole and letting go of your leg to place back your underwear.
âNow donât go telling anyone, âkay?â Webttore said breathlessly as he dressed himself back on.
You nod, and open your mouth to speak before getting cut off by the sound of the door opening, and an angry-looking Zandik standing in the doorway.
âWhat are YOU doing here.â Zandik spoke, his eyes burning holes into Webttore with a knowing look.
âJust cuddling my favâ girl. What? Canât I show any affection anymore?â Webttore smirked and gripped your waist closer, both your clothes rumpled and filled with wrinkles but efficiently covering you both.
Whether you would face punishment or Webttore, it was unknownâŠ
i feel so cherished ive already gotten like 80 notes in my first post which may not be much (i think) and in getting so many ideas on more dottore related stuff! (Will it be porn? Maybe.)
synopsis: As expected, Zandikâs charm is inevitable.
Authorâs Notes: this is my first ever piece, I donât edit my work, this is purely for fun. Excuse me for any mistakes, English isnât my first language!
Out of all versions, og Zandik HAS to be my favorite (comeheregrandpa)
Content warnings: SMUT!, p in v, riding, unprotected sex, porn with little to no plot, choking, (lmk if more)
MINORS/AGELESS ACCOUNTS WILL BE BLOCKED.
Zandik was never one to need assistance in his experiments. His segments were created for that very reason, after all. Yet basically working with himself turned out to be grueling, 45 and 65 being the ONLY reasonable ones (at times).
He needed someone different.
His dearest coworker Pantalone, and your acquaintance, deemed you fit enough to work amongst Zandik and his segments. You were known for your patience and willingness to work in your field after your graduation from the Akademiya.
Zandik was skeptical of you when you first walked in, your pretty face disarming him and only making him wary of your intelligence and tolerance. It took him a while to get used to your presence, you were the only person in the lab without teal hair and red eyes like his!
You on the other hand, seemed to feel comfortable enough in the lab to complete your work, even if the segments usually tried to belittle you, testing, searching, sizing you up.
Their curious nature only fueled their somewhat rude behavior against you.
Zandik berated them at times, but he himself made comments on your work, trying to figure out how much you could handle.
âWhy would you think this would work?! Out of your mind, miss?â He leaned over your desk, cane in hand while the other pointed at a formula you wrote.
You hated feeling inferior.
Absolutely loathed being doubted.
âCanât your brilliant mind figure it out, oh Doctor?â
You chimed sarcastically. And successfully hit a nerve.
The way you backmouthed Zandik just made him more agitated, doubling your work, making you stay longer than your designated shifts, much to your dismay.
Yet he couldnât deny it, you were a hell of a trick. Your mind wasnât as stupid as he first assumed. You were proving yourself worthy of being his assistant every day. Combined with your good looks, you were almost lethal.
He eventually softened up to you. Began asking your opinion, and seeking even adviceâŠ(much to his discomfort).
The segments stopped picking on you after Zandik began showcasing his respect in your abilities.
Even more when you openly began flirting with the much older man.
You hid your flirting with silly little jokes and compliments, in which he caught every single one. He wasnât sure how to reciprocate, often muttering a small and dry âThank you.â or changing the topic entirely. He thought you would opt to hit on his younger segments, like 35âs charm or even 25âs enthusiasm.
But oh no. You knew exactly who you wanted. Zandikâs character was mellowed by age, yet his charm and whims stayed intact. It didnât help how he commanded you but also happened to defend you against 25âs criticism. It made your stomach flip with something warm.
And now even warmer as Zandik placed a hand to the back of your thigh as you leaned over to âinspectâ some document that Zandik needed to send.
He was sat in his chair idly, as if shamelessly groping you in his lab was a silent agreement of your work tasks. Of course you reacted with a usual little joke:
âHandsy arenât we, Doctor?â
âItâs Zandik to you.â he replied with a small smirk, which you returned.
âYour documentâs fine.â you replied and straightened, but his grip on your thigh only tightened, not letting you step away.
You placed your hands on your hips.
A little flirt back and he pulled you to straddle him.
It all happened so quickly, clothes halfway off for access
How you ended up bouncing on his cock, you didnât know. All bite from you dissipated immediately.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you to grind and bounce on his shaft. Your moans and pants quickly filled with lab, (segments were ushered out by Zandik hours ago), your pussy needing to feel more and more.
Zandik was beyond infatuated with you and your expressions, how you bit your lip in order to save yourself some dignity and silence your moans as much as possible, the way your eyes were glassy with need, and how you occasionally smirked at him even as you were getting your guts rearranged.
You took Zandikâs wrists and placed his palms on your tits, giving him permission to touch and explore you ever further.
And oh explore did he do.
His confidence rose, snapping him out of the dreamy feeling of your pussy clenching on him and turning his focus on destroying you a little further.
He pinched your nipple with a sharp smirk of his, basking in the way your moans rose to a high pitched sound of his name. He let go of your tits, and grabbed your throat instead with one hand, cutting off a little oxygen and making your mind a thoughtless mess. His other hand gripped your shoulder, pushing you further down his cock that grazed against your cervix perfectly.
Oh how close you were, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any second.
You threw your head back, hands on either side of his chairâs armrests for balance as you set a messy, and fast pace of you moving up and down greedily.
âZ-ZandikâŠ! Fuckânghâ âm so closeâŠ!â You breathed out before feeling his hand move to the back of your neck, pulling you forward.
A sharp sting of a bite followed, Zandikâs teeth dipping in your soft skin of your neck and surely leaving hickeys as a reminder of the filthy actions you were participating in.
âDonât you dare stop.â You feel him groan , eyes shut as he himself looked to succumb to the warmth and wetness of your heat. His hands returned to grip your waist again, as you grinded your hips against his.
âYou wanna cum? Huh? Beg and I might let you.â Zandik breathlessly spoke, punctuating his words with a sharp slap on your ass.
In desperation for relief, you swallowed aside any humility of yours. âP-Please.. Zandik.. let me cum, I need it sâbadâŠâ you whined pulling back slightly to give him that damned tear-eyed look that he couldnât say no to.
âWork for it.â He let go of your hips with a smug look, not providing you with support anymore, and letting you do all the work of unraveling yourself on his dick.
You helplessly whined and moaned as you tried your best to get yourself off without ruining your pace.
It only took a couple of shallow bounces to feel your core tighten and the delicious wave of an orgasm unravel. You cried out his name, your hips stuttered, the tightness of your walls drawing a hiss from Zandik. You lowered your head, breathing deeply as you tried recollecting yourself from your high, only to be met with Zandikâs hip thrusts and his hands to guide you up and down again.
You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, in which you were met with a hungry look from Zandikâs eyes behind his monocle.
With what energy he mustered up, he met your hips as he made you ride out your high, causing your overstimulation at the stretch.
Soon after a couple more thrusts, Zandik groaned, his hands tightening on your skin as he filled you with white-hot spurts of cum, your pussy clenching on him and milking him dry.
Protection. RightâŠ
Your eyes widened at the realization, too late nowâŠ
Zandik panted and let go of the tight grip as he slumped back in chair, only then did he catch your wide-eyed look.
â..donât worry âbout itâŠâ he breathlessly said.
You could only nod as you leaned to lay your head in the crook of his neck, exhausted and content.
