Frustrating [Doc (Gustave Kateb) x Reader]
(Hi! A little A/N before the story! I will write for any operator! I will do all and any request, for the prompt list, please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number, for headcannons, just tell me you want em! Special requests may have extra steps.)
Pairing: Doc (Gustave Kateb) x Reader
Warnings: Smut, bondage, orgasm denial (M&F), Doc’s a rough boi, sort of humiliation kink?, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR TOOLS, FOOLS!!!)
Genre/Word Count: Smut/2.5k
Now, neither of you were getting bored. No, actually it was quite the opposite. You were both in a relationship long enough to trust each other and figure out what you could do next in bed. Both of you had offered suggestions as to what you two could compromise on.
So far, you both agreed on bondage.
You had practically set a date on it. Tonight, you would be tied up and left to the will of the sweet French man. You were a little nervous, which was perfectly fine. Gustave had tried his best to comfort you throughout the day, promising he would stop the moment you wanted to back out.
How did you end up with such a sweet man?
“Thank you Gustave. I trust you enough, don’t ever doubt that, my love.”
He pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles and pulled you into a hug. “And I wouldn’t ever risk losing that trust, ma chérie.”
Tonight was also Ryad’s birthday celebration, which definitely meant alcohol would be present during the event. You and Gustave had already drank about two beers each. You were both tipsy. When Gustave got tipsy, he was prone to laughter significantly. He had already giggled as he noticed that your eyeshadow had been smeared to the side.
He laughed more as he licked his thumb, going in to clean off the tiny mistake. You slapped his hand away, “I’ll shove the neck of this bottle up your booty hole!”
Your outburst caused the both of you to double over laughing for the next couple of minutes. Ryad and Elena had been watching and listening in the whole time, “Ni siquiera fue tan gracioso!” She said in confusion to the already heavily intoxicated man beside her, who just mumbled incoherent sentences.
By the time the night reached its end, you and your partner were singing and dancing in the dimly lit and empty halls. The few that had gone to sleep earlier had already come out to hush you both several times. You had pouted at them, but complied nonetheless.
Elena, who had managed to stay sober enough, had handed you both two glasses of water a while ago, in attempts to sober you both up so you could head to your rooms without somehow ending up with a broken wrist. But alas, the cups had been long forgotten on the hall floors.
Elena had stepped out, watching as you and Gustave were bumping into the walls, tossing soft hushes at the other before bursting into soft giggles. She rolled her eyes, grabbing onto the collars of your shirts, dragging you into the cafeteria.
She sat you both down, slamming down the glasses that had previously been discarded. You both groaned, “But Elena, it’s too much!”
“No, it is not. Now if I come back to two full cups, I’m waking the both of you up at 5 A.M to do chores. The sanitation staff would enjoy the two extra pairs of helping hands.” She strutted out, leaving you and Gustave to stare at the two big glasses of water
“Jokes on her. I already help the staff on Sundays!”
“We’ve been dating for two years and you’ve don’t paid attention to when I disappeared for like 3 hours???”
“I just thought you were doing something else!”
“Gustave, you’ve certainly have a Big Brain™.”
You both giggled before putting your attention back onto the water placed before you. With a sigh, you picked up your glass and took a long sip. Your pouty lips returned as the water obviously held none of the fun drinks you previously drank.
You closed your eyes, determined to drink the cold drink in just a couple of seconds. You leaned your head back, letting the cool water slip past your throat. You had finished about half of the contents before you paused to take a break. By the time you opened your eyes, you saw Gustave’s empty glass, and him on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
“How did you finish before me? Why are you on the ground?”
“I dunno, I think some water is in my ear somehow though.”
You shook your head and downed the rest of the water, leaving the empty glass on the table for Elena to see. You rubbed your eyes and outstretched your hand for the operator resting on the floor. He reached up, grabbing your hand but making no effort to pick himself up.
You had to practically drag your boyfriend back to his room, only when he got hit on the corner of the hallway had he decided to get up. He made his voice high pitched as he held on tightly to your arm, “Oh my god, babe! You're so strong!”
You slapped his hands away and put in the 4-number password to enter his room, “You’re lucky I love you, Kateb!”
He shut the door behind him, and without warning, dragged you back to the door, pinning you against it as he attacked your lips. You kissed back with the same intensity. His hand skillfully snuck under your shirt, prying at the only material between his hand and your breast.
With a frustrated groan, he broke the kiss, pulling up your shirt and tossing it behind him. He went back to kissing you, trailing down your skin as his hand snuck behind your back, unlatching the hook. He kissed and bit at your neckline as he discarded the newly removed article of clothing.
He kept his attention to your sounds as he continued to wrap his mouth around your left breast, keeping the other occupied with his hand. Your moans and other little sounds encouraged him to continue. ‘How did I get so lucky?’ He questioned himself as he tugged slightly at your skin with his teeth.
“N-Now, Gustave, I don’t t-think it’s fair you haven’t removed a-anything!”
“How right you are, my love.”
He backed away, taking in the sight of the blushing mess he made of you. With one swift movement, he grabbed the back collar of his shirt, easily pulling off the shirt over his head. He dropped it at his feet.
“Is that better?” He teasingly asked, approaching you once again. You hid your face with your hands, covering your red face. He chuckled, “We’ve been together for two years, how does my sweetheart still get so embarrassed?”
You whined, burying your face deeper into your hands. He tsked, gripping your wrists and pinning them to the door. He lifted one hand, using his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him, a wave of arousal rushed through you as you were forced to stare at his dark eyes.
“Don’t hide your face. You’re too adorable.”
He bit down harshly on your neck, surely leaving a hickey for you to see in the morning. He preoccupied his hands by unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down, leaving you just in just your panties. He picked you up by your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around him for stability before he tossed you down on the bed.
He kneeled down, opening up your legs. Your panties clung uncomfortably to you, due to how wet you had gotten. He chuckled at your eagerness. He slowly removed them, teasing you yet again. You groaned.
“C’mon, please Gustave hurry up!”
But regardless, he complied, running his tongue up against your wet slit. You shivered at the contact, lightly jerking up your hips. He laughed again and pressed his hand down on you, preventing you from moving like that again. He continued his slow and meticulous work, angering you even more.
Everytime you tried to move against his mouth, he would push down harder, to the point you couldn’t move your hips at all. You let out a desperate whine. He kept working his tongue on you, pushing in and out slowly, but never increasing his pace.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away. He ran a hand through his graying hair, “Now, Y/N, I don’t think it’s fair that you haven’t done anything.”
What. The. Fuck. He had used your own line against him. A smirk painted his face as he stared at your stunned and angry expression. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, removing his last two pieces of clothing at the same time. He motioned you to get out of the bed.
You huffed but did what you were told to do. Beads of precum had begun to roll down his lengthy cock. You dropped to your knees, lifting up your hand to begin. You stuck your tongue out, running across the underside of his shaft before nudging the tip into your mouth.
He let out a deep grunt, grabbing your hair and creating a makeshift ponytail in his fist. As you continued your work, you used your hand on what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His sounds of pleasure continued as he used your hair to pull your mouth further down.
Despite his tight grip you pulled away, regaining the breath you lost before continuing with your hand. He drank in your look. Your face had a dark blush, and you had begun to sweat, allowing your hair to stick to your face. A thin trail of saliva ran from your swollen lips to his tip.
You shook your head, licking your lips and breaking the strand that connected you both. “You’re only saying that cause I’m the only one willing to suck your dick.”
“Such a dirty mouth. I love you.”
“Love you too!” You said cheerfully before opening your mouth and repeating your previous activities. You decided to get him back. The moment you knew he would cum, you wouldn’t allow it. Just as you planned your revenge, his cock had begun to twitch in your mouth. Your eyes held a dangerous glint. His breathing became heavier, he was close.
You pulled away, pushing back on his thighs and landing on your butt. You leaned back on one hand and stared up at him. He held the same confused and aggravated face you previously held. You smirked as he did to you. Revenge was sweet.
Your playful expression was not matched. He was nodding slightly, biting down harshly on his lip.
“Is that how it’s gonna be? Get up.”
You tilted your head in confusion, you obeyed and picked yourself up, suddenly feeling intimidated by the older man. He pulled you close, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Do you remember our safeword?”
Your eyes widened, you had forgotten about your new experiment today. Gustave said he would find something small to start with. You nodded, remembering the safeword as ‘fishsticks’. A silly but meaningful word for the both of you.
He gently laid you on your back onto the bed. He told you not to move as he went over to the drawer that was next to his bed. You heard the sound of metal against metal. From his drawer he withdrew a pair of handcuffs.
You bit down nervously on your bottom lip. He moved on top of you, gently picking your wrists and placing them above your head. You shivered as the cold metal was clasped around each wrist.
He watched you with dark eyes as you tried to tug your hands apart, causing the short strand of chains to go taunt. At that moment, you knew Gustave had complete control over you.
Your breathing became labored, he scooped down for another kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. Your back arched significantly, pressing your breasts up against his chest, causing his hands to slip down and fondle you.
He pulled his mouth away from you, causing a whimper to escape your mouth. He gave you a look, casually asking for permission without words. You gave him a short and eager nod, excited for him to start.
He positioned himself against you, pushing in rather quickly. Your urge to dig your nails into his back were resisted by the bindings on your wrists. You cried out softly as he quickly pulled out and thrusted in with a harsh pace.
You slowly lowered your hands from their place above your head, but Gustave was quick to place them above you again. “Not yet, my love, you’re still being punished for your little stunt!”
“Gustave-Fuck, I’m sorry!”
He chuckled at your desperate form but didn’t release your wrists. His thrusts increased significantly, obviously turned on from your frustration of not being able to grab on to him.
He moved a free hand to caress your face, “You’re so cute, Y/N.”
Your lips parted slightly, wanting to retort with a witty response, but all that came out was a high-pitched moan. The slapping of sweaty skin and the pleasant noises coming from the both of you had flooded the room.
He released your wrists, letting his fingers come in contact with your clit, rubbing slow and small circles. You shook your head, knowing you were close. You let out a lengthy string of curses, something you always did before you came.
Gustave knew this trait of yours, he loved how free you acted, breaking from your typical formal appearance you maintained in work and public. He loved that you were free around him.
You could sense the familiar twitching of his cock inside you. Both of you were close. His thrusts were getting sloppier, but his work with his hand was still going steady.
Your release triggered his. He slowed down, but kept moving to milk out his orgasm as much as possible. He pulled out once he was finished.
With a happy sigh, he planted a kiss on your cheek and forehead. He laid back, resting one hand behind his head and closing his eyes
“I think you forgot something,” He heard you tugging your hands apart, the clicking of the metal causing his eyes to shoot open. Quick apologies left his mouth as he stood and searched for the key kept in the drawer.
You laughed as he unclasped the cuffs. You rubbed lightly at the red marks the cuffs had left you. He lifted your arms, placing kisses on the red marks.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were too tight?” Worry laced his voice.
“Gustave, you worry too much.”
He gave you a nervous smile as you gestured for him to lay back down. You peppered his face in kisses as you both finally tired out.
You both slept peacefully that night. The following nights you two would spend together would feature those metal restraints pretty often.
