Skott x male reader with belly bulge? Imagine a reader that is much taller than him and larger in size, I want to see how Skott accepts the reader while he lightly presses on the resulting bulge 🤤
MDNI (male!reader x skott; skott is an IPC employee & reader is his superior, skott is drunk and mouthy, petplay, spanking, minor belly bulge, mention of breeding, very brief feminization ("cunt"), brief moment where skott says "no" but not seriously, they have a safe move and he does not use it)
do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form. this is strictly for entertainment purposes/fiction and is not intended to support or endorse these power dynamics irl!
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Skott is quite the pain in your ass. Insolent, two-timing, and a whiny brat at that.
Still, he has his redeeming perks. you first noticed him when Caelus made him get on his knees and bark in front of everyone at Aurum Alley.
That certainly caught your attention. He’s rather cute, even though he makes your life a living headache. His loyalty to the IPC is never in question, though his methods are often crass.
You remember having to bail him out when he got caught with a bunch of IPC mechs at the Xianzhou Luofu docks. He was making all sorts of fuss at first—until you helped him get out of being thrown in prison for suspicious cargo counts.
He tried to explain, stutter and justify until finally he mumbled out a, “Thank you,” bright red with embarrassment.
You incline your head. This is certainly not the way an IPC employee speaks to his superior.
“You think you’re so much better than the rest of us, ‘cause you’re so big and smart and hot and… hot!” He jabs a finger in your direction.
You catch his wrist, lifting his arm up.
“I would watch your tone, Skott. Someone else might misconstrue this as you trying to come onto me. And that would be an HR violation, wouldn’t it?”
Skott’s cheeks go bright red. “You’re insane! You have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m just pointing out how unfair it is that you’re getting preferential treatment.”
“Am I?" You tower over him, your shadow looming over him. "I would call it observant. I see how you look at me, Skott.”
His eyes go wide. "What are you talking about?"
“I even caught you sniffing one of my jackets the other day. But I let it go, because I’m a kind man who cares about my subordinates.”
Skott looks like he wants to melt into the earth.
“I know what you get up to, Skott.” You press your lips to the shell of his ear. “Nothing you do gets by me.”
He shudders, letting out a broken whine in response.
“I—that wasn’t me. It was a-someone else.”
“Was it?" Your fingers skirt his collarbone, tugging at the chain around his neck. "I distinctly remember seeing your dog tag when I was walking away.”
To your surprise, Skott shifts, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. You smile licentiously.
“Skott… don’t you know it’s bad to lie to your superiors?”
Your hand slides down to grab at his waist. It’s so small, fitting perfectly against the curve of your palm.
“N-now, wait a minute! What do you think you’re—”
“I think you deserve to be punished.” Your hand slides down to knead at his ass. He jolts forward, chest pressing up against the broad planes of your chest.
"P-punished?! Now you're just talking nons--ah!" he moans unintentionally, turning bright red as he squirms.
"You stole my jacket. That's IPC property. And we don't take lightly to theft."
“It... just happened. I—I didn’t mean to.” He says miserably, looking into your eyes. His eyes are watery, wide and repentant.
“I know you didn’t. You just need someone to teach you better. To show you how to take it like a good boy. Or should I say, a good dog?” You smile at him.
His cock strains against his pants, now unmistakably visible.
“What do you say, Skott? Are you in the mood for some training?”
There’s a long silence before he swallows, cheeks blushing.
“Yes… sir. Please punish me.”
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Skott is on all fours, ass up in the air as he yelps, your hand coming down swiftly to smack him over and over.
“T-thirty one… thirty… ah!”
“Ah, ah, Skott. You lost count. Such a bad boy.”
“D-don’t make me do it again, please! This is the… third time!” He hiccups. He’s nearly soiled his pants through with how aroused he is, glasses slipping down his nose.
“I would make you go again, but since it’s our first time, I can grant a little reprieve. That poor cock of yours needs a little mercy, hm?”
Your hand slips unapologetically below his boxers and cups his aching cock.
“Ah—oh! Sir!” He calls out, jolting forward. You begin to jerk him off, shoving off his pants until he’s about to burst.
“W-why’d you stop?” He says pathetically.
“Because I’m going to fuck you.”
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After painstakingly stretching him, his cock dripping all over the floor, his nipples hard from all the attention, you slowly press your cock against his, sliding between his thighs.
“Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I… huh… g-give it to me.”
“That’s no way to ask. I’ll give you one more chance. Try again.”
“I, mmhm, want your c-cock, sir. Please put it in my fat hole.”
“Show me.”
Skott is burning up inside, his hands coming to spread his cheeks for you, showing off the pretty pink treat inside.
“Very good.”
Without another word, you slide inside. Skott wails, clenching endlessly around you.
“You’re so, hrgh, fucking tight.” You grit out, rolling your hips as you try to get used to him.
“Oh god!” Skott claws at the floor, back arching inadvertently as your weight presses down onto him.
“Haven’t been fucked by a cock this big?” You ask, slowly grinding into him.
“N-no,” he sniffles, “you’re the b-biggest, sir.”
“What were you really doing with my jacket, Skott?”
“I…”
You stop moving. He clenches relentlessly, crying out at your stillness.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop—”
“Answer my question.” Your hand pushes down on his back, forcing him to bow further.
“I masturbated to it, okay! I used it and I—I got off with it. But I took it for dry cleaning right after and I—ah!”
You already knew the answer—the strange stain when it came back. Dry cleaning is good, but not for that.
“Ruining a perfectly good jacket for your base fantasies.” Your hand smacks across his ass, watching his cheeks jiggle from the movement.
“Oh, fuck!” Skott cries out, tightening around you, squeezing your length.
You fuck him harder, pressing your full body weight onto him so he melts into the floor.
“Tell me, have you thought about this before? Me fucking you, taking your tight ass?”
“Yes..! Yes!” He slobbers all over the floor, drunk on your heated touch.
“Such a needy dog.” You growl.
Skott cries out, shuddering and shaking. You press your hips all the way, as deep as possible, and he cries out.
Your hand traces the thin lines of his stomach, feeling the bulge of your hardness pressing through.
“S-Sir…” he lets out a broken moan. You press harder, and Skott cries out. “Please! I—I can feel you so deep...”
“Just what I expected from someone like you. You live to take cock, don’t you?”
Skott sobs an incoherent answer. You press him down harder, pressing your balls up against his ass.
“Need a big strong man to breed you, huh?”
Skott claws at the floor, arching his back as you fuck him deeper.
“N-no, sir, too deep!”
Despite his words, there’s no taps on your arm, signaling he’s fine.
“Shut up. You’ll take it.”
You thrust harder, more aggressively, animalistically, taking everything you want from Skott laid bare at your feet.
“Such a good cunt. Made for me.”
Skott weeps, cumming all over himself as he feels you fill him over and over.
“And I’m going to show you how we reward good employees.”
