mdni / bottom! dottore x top! reader [mlm] smut (dumbifàction, brat taming, slight choking, p in a, some overstimulation) not proofread!
thinking about top! biochemistry! professor reader and bratty bottom! dottore.
reader who is coming back from work to sit down and grade papers, only makes it halfway through the stack before dottore enters the scene— whining about how you've hardly paid him any attention today.
you make an attempt at conversation; ask about his day, what he's been up to.
that conversation lasted only about ten minutes— record time— until he starts bragging about his intelligence and advances in the lab today.
dottore ignores you whenever you make an attempt at redirecting the conversation, so you go back to ignoring him.
he gets annoyed and belligerent when you stop listening, deciding that the best way to get you to listen to him is by interrupting your work time and seating himself on your lap.
dottore, who keeps ranting on in your face, gets the bright idea to grind against you so that maybe you'll finally hear what he's saying. shit-eating grin accompanying his smug words.
when you finally snap and have enough, pushing dottore onto the coffee table before you, he lets out a little suprised gasp.
you clear off the table, papers trickling down, to flip him over. This time you were the one grinding— right up against his plush ass.
dottore takes a second to recover before getting mouthy with you again. You grunt, shoving two fingers in his mouth, forcing them as far back as you could as he gagged.
it's only a few moments later when you've removed dottore's pants and your own.
your tip, red and angry, leaks beads of precum. Each disgusting slurp and gag coming from dottore's mouth- wrapped around your fingers and sucking- only spurs it on.
you're not gentle when you fuck him; harsh thrusts, pistoning your cock from tip to your hilt in out of him.
he tries to keep from whining and moaning, but your cock is punching the sounds out of him! the sounds are short, though.
you decide to take your free hand and wrap it around his throat, squeezing gently to encourage the sounds out of him. You remove your fingers that were muffling his moans, wrapping the saliva-coveres digits around dottore's own dick, stroking it with a speed matching your thrusts.
“proud of yourself yet?” you hiss in his ear.
a very unstable, “fuck you!” is all the poor boy manages to get out before crying out when you squeeze onto his dick. it almost felt like you were trying to rip it off!
dottore's moans grow closer together and hoarse, a sign that he's going to cum soon. you fuck into him with even more fervor, not sparing him any mercy.
when he finally does hit his climax, his entire body convulses, tightening against you. dottore let's out a scream that you would hage mistaken for pain and not enjoyment if you didn't know him as well as you did. His cock twitches as it releases ropes of hot cum straight to the floor and against his stomach.
you continue to fuck him through his high, getting him all loud and overstimulated. you still haven't had your share yet, after all.
you grunt, chasing your own high when you feel it coming. you thrust into him like your life depends on it as he sobs, tears running down his cheeks, eyes rolled back, and mouth drooling.
at last you spill inside of him, filling him with your hot, thick seed. You two remain that way for a few seconds before you pull out, causing him to whine and writhe around.
you chuckle at his quivering, twitchy form, thumbing at his winking hole and watching your own cum dribble out. you two have made quite a mess, but you'll have him clean it all up.
at least he's finally done mouthing off at you. all it took was turning his brain to mush to get him to quit ranting.
