Can I Have Your Attention?
Moira O’Deorain x Reader
AFAB! Reader
Word count: 2.1K
TW: Overstimulation, Rope Bondage, Verbal Degradation/Teasing, Smut (MDNI 18+)
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Summary: In the past weeks, Moira had been exceedingly busy with her work. Something, something … genetic breakthrough. You were happy for her sure, seeing the determination in her eyes. Though that left very little time for you in her already impossible schedule. It seemed nothing you did could pull her away from working. You missed sleeping next to her in bed, you missed her listening with her full attention as you spoke but mostly you’d missed the affection. Her work brain had completely taken over, flowing like a well-oiled machine, she’d spend hours at her research. When she wasn’t in her laboratory, she’s giving and attending lectures on topics related to her work. Then she comes home, goes over the notes… endlessly.
You were sick of it. You wanted her attention now. You had just the idea on how to get it. If the persistent poking and talking wouldn’t do it then maybe this would.
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You carefully pulled the short skirt over your black tights, making sure not to rip them. It dusted directly below the curve of your ass, if you’d bent over just slightly… with that you’d left to go get coffee for her. An excuse to show up to her laboratory.
The two cups were warm in your hands, your shoes echoed as you walked in. Moira sat hunched over her desk. She didn’t even look up at you. Rude.
“Good morning.” You’d said in a bitter tone, setting the coffee next to her.
“Morning.” She muttered, hastily scribbling notes with her nose in a book
You were going to have to try harder if you could barely get her to acknowledge you. You lifted yourself up on the counter and crossed your ankles. You’d noticed your skirt ride up quite a bit as the cold countertop pressed into the backsides of your thighs. You leaned back on your elbows and hummed mindlessly, looking around at the absolute wreck of her lab. It was obvious she’d been busy, you’d never seen this place in such a state.
At this point, you’d exhausted everything. The humming, tapping your fingers, sighing in annoyance. She didn’t even blink.
“Okay well you’re welcome for the coffee. I’ll see you later.” You said, peeved at her behavior. She grunted in response. You rolled your eyes but she’d never know. As you stood up, propelling yourself off the counter top, landing with a loud tap on the tile floor.
You went to grab your coffee, now just about as cold as she was being. In your haste, you accidentally knock what’s left of it onto some stray papers.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” You said genuinely.
That got her attention. You’d guessed no attention is bad attention. Though that train of thought was harshly interrupted by an immediate snap of her head towards the spill.
“You need to watch what you’re —!” She stopped.
Moira looked you up and down. You stood before her, a sorrowful look on your face. More importantly though, a tight, short skirt hugging your hips perfectly. It seemed for a moment she short-circuited, her mouth was slightly agape and she just watched you.
You began to apologize again. “I’m sorry, I really hope I didn’t mess —“ Moira stood up abruptly and sighed.
“Sit down.” She ordered, gesturing to the sturdy metal chair nearby that was being used as a makeshift table it seemed. You blinked at her before moving the few books into a new stack, you picked the chair up and placed it closer to her. A loud clang as its legs touched the floor. She watched you meticulously as you sat down on the cold metal seat, looking up at her with anticipation. Maybe she’d finally apologize for her horrible attitude.
“You beautiful, dumb pet.” She said, caressing your cheek with her hand. Her nails grazing your ear.
“Moira! How dare —“ You started, pushing her hand away.
“Ah, ah, ah…” She clicked her tongue, pulling her hand back from your face and folding her arms behind her back. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what you wanted.” She said in a sweet sultry tone with a knowing look. You blushed in response, looking away from her gaze. This is what you wanted, now you had her attention. All of it.
She turned away and started rummaging through a drawer. You could only watch her curiously. Metal clanging sounds before she produced two objects from the drawer.
Rope and a vibrator.
Surprised, you questioned her. “Why do you have those?” You asked.
“You really are the curious little pet aren’t you?” She huffed a laugh.
You weren’t getting an answer.
She then kneeled in front of you. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t excite you at least a little bit, feeling a pulse within your body. You watched her carefully, unaware of her next move. You felt like prey, in the room with a predator who had seemingly detailed plans for you. Moira’s cold hands ran up and down your thighs, her nails daring to rip your tights off of you. Your breath hitched in response. She pressed her nose into one of your knees and began to fidget with the hem of your skirt, as if examining the fabric. She looked up at you through her brows.
”It’s cute.” She said softly. Before you could answer, she pushed it up towards your tummy. Your lace panties peeking through the thin fabric of your tights. In quick succession, Moira then spread your legs open and ripped through the crotch of your tights. You let out a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding as the cold air of the lab drifted across your inner thighs, then you went to open your mouth to pout about your ruined tights but she quickly paused to look up at you.
“I’ll buy you three new pairs.” She confirmed, as if reading your mind. She then directed her attention back down to the scene before her. She grabbed the plush of your thighs with both hands, her nails digging dangerously close to your underwear. She purred like a hungry cat at the sight of a meal. With a curled finger she ran her knuckle over your wet clothed folds, back and forth. Your breath was shaky as you watched her.
Moira stood and you huffed softly, your body missing her touch already. She chuckled to herself before grabbing the aforementioned objects. Right. Those. She placed the head of the vibrator on the crotch of your underwear, then pulling your thighs together to hold it in place. You whimpered at the sudden sensation of the object pressing against your already sensitive clit. It wasn’t even on yet. Moira then took the rope and began to wrap it around both your legs and the seat of the chair so that you were unable to get up. She took a small remainder of the rope and went behind you.
“Give me your arms.” Moira directed, you listened. “Good little pet.” She whispered and planted a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before pulling your wrists together behind you and wrapping them snuggly to the metal bars in the back of the chair. She circled back around and stared at your now bound form.
She smiled down at you. “How pathetic.” She teased. “You come into my lab, just begging to be touched. Who am I to deny to such a request hmm?” She said, holding your chin between her index finger and thumb. Her other hand ghosted up and down your bare thigh, inching towards the wand of the vibrator. Moira pushed it gently into your clit, forcing you to look at her as she did so. You whimpered and your hips bucked at a desperate attempt to feel any sort of friction.
“Oh sweetheart, so eager. Here, how about this hmm?” She said, pressing the on button. A low hum filled the room and you yelped at the sudden sensation. She held your face in place as you began to moan.
“Moira— ah…” You stammered.
“Does that feel good beautiful?” She asked.
“Yes. Yes…” You shook. The vibration sent waves of pleasure through your body as Moira ran the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip, her watchful eyes observing every shiver.
“Good. Good. What do we say?” She coaxed, sticking her thumb past your teeth.
“Thank … gah … you.” You said, a mouth full of her finger. The vibration was becoming too much. Your body begged for release. Moira pulled her hand away from your mouth, a thick line of spit now dripping down your jaw. She kneeled in front of you once more and stretched your already ripped tights further open. She then moved your panties to the side, the fabric brushing past your clit and allowing the head of the vibrator flush against your skin.
“Ah!” You yelped at the quick movement and within seconds, you body shook. Your thighs flexed rabidly against the rope as it dug deeper into your skin. You squired feverishly against the chair, now slick with your sweat. The hum continued and you whined loudly, struggling to convey your sensitivity.
“Moira — ah — too much…” You stumbled over your words as the vibrator amplified the lasting effects of your orgasm.
“Oh no. No. I thought you wanted this, I thought you wanted to cum.” Moira goaded. “You’re such an eager pet, I think you can get through another one. Don’t you?” She said, then pressing the button on the vibrator once more. The frequency of humming was louder, more intense and you whimpered as Moira sat down in her chair across from you, enjoying her show.
“Ah!” Your yelp practically jumped from your chest. You pulled against the ropes around your wrist to no avail. The constant squirming in your seat led to only more friction between you and the vibrator. Your abdomen muscles clenched and your breathing became quick and shallow. Once again your body pulsed and jerked through your orgasm, the chair below you clanging as it teetered on the tile floor. The vibrator buzzed against your clit continuously, you felt a bead of sweat run down the front of your chest.
“Please… I can’t —“ You begged. Just then the phone sitting on Moira’s desk began to ring. You audibly sighed.
“Oh it seems you’ll have to wait dear.” She said unapologetically. She picked up the phone, twisting its cord around her finger mindlessly and confirmed something before clattering the phone back down. You were becoming exceedingly sore, only the pleasure was still there. A deep ache.
“Seems we’ll have a visitor soon!” She grinned, leaning back in her chair, hands clasped in front of her. Your eyes grew wide and you whimpered in question through a haze of pleasure.
“You’d better hurry up, I would just hate for someone to come in and see what a mess you’ve made of yourself.” She explained, standing. You gasp and moan at the sensations in your body and Moira walks behind you. She runs her hands up the sides of your belly and reaches up to grasp your chest. She runs her palms over your nipples before pinching them.
“Moira! Please —“ You whine.
“Go on. I love hearing you.” She whispers and begins kissing the top of your head.
Her wet, hot breath in your ear sends you over the edge and your body shakes yet again. This time, your mind is foggy, in a state of pure bliss. As you ride your orgasm out, Moira circles back in front of you and turns off the vibrator. You yelp from the sudden change, breathing heavily.
“You did so good.” She tells you as she kneels to untie the rope from around your thighs, letting it drop to the floor. There are red indentations across both of your thighs. She presses against them gently and her cold hands aid the burn. You suck in through your teeth at all the touching, trying to come back to reality. She kisses each thigh once then fixes your panties back over your throbbing folds before standing and and holding your face between her palms. You look up at her, practically drooling.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving my beautiful love enough attention.” She says genuinely before kissing your forehead and walking behind you to free your wrists.
“I’m sorry I ruined your notes…” You replied. “I just miss you.” You admitted.
“I know. I’ll be home tonight, I promise.” She reassured, helping you stand. Your legs felt like jelly beneath you. She looked down.
“I should probably get rid of that chair. Someone really is on their way.” She pointed out. She picked up the chair and put it in a nearby storage closet along with her tools.
“Get cleaned up. I’ll see you later.” She said, coming back to kiss you one last time. You smiled and nodded, kissing her back.
You left shortly after through the back exit, hearing her professional voice greet her presumed coworker as soon as the doors closed behind you.
First time writing smut, kinda nervous lol but really I hope you enjoyed reading this! Please lmk what you think. Thanks! 🧪