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You hate your father, there’s no other word to describe your feelings for him. Norman Osborn is the coldest man in existence. He doesn’t consider you his child. No. You are the future owner of Oscorp and that’s how he treats you or better-said grooms you. He doesn’t care that you like to paint and wanted to make a career in it. No. He forced you to become an engineer and get your Ph.D. in it too.
If only fate would have been kinder and made you the second-born instead of Harry, but alas, you are the firstborn, the heir to the Osborn legacy. But for once your father did something nice for you, not voluntarily, of course. He introduced you to Dr. Otto Octavius, the man you admired since he gave a lecture at your school. The scientist is a remarkable man. Tall, built like a 1950s weightlifter, he draws everyone’s eyes with his imposing figure and quick wit. You’re so glad that your father is sponsoring his new energy project because you get to know him better.
You quickly befriend both the tall man and his wife. And you can’t help but be a little jealous of her for snatching the corpulent man. But you endure, basking in the light of his brilliance as often as you can. He likes that you can keep up with him when he talks about his project, you may even say he’s fond of you. And that is the reason why you have the opportunity to change the dynamics between you.
You’re drunk. You got so angry with your father for not allowing you to have a small break from the corporate business that you went out and drank cocktail after cocktail. You enter a phone booth and dial the first number that is registered in your mind.
*RING
*RING
“Hello?” the deep voice you fancy answers, and you smile like an idiot at the receiver.
“Hi, Otto.”
“Y/n? Why are you calling so late and from an unknown number? Are you alright?”
You can feel the worry drifting through the line and your heart beats a little faster “I’m alright. Drunk if I’m honest. The screen on my phone was too bright so I called from a phone booth. Your number is first”, a pause follows, and you hear him inhale.
“You’re calling from a phone booth; how could my number be fir…oh! You have eidetic memory!”
“Yeah. So, can you call me a cab? There aren’t any.”
“Where are you?”
“At Neon Nights.”
“Alright. Don’t move from there”, he hangs up and you get out, taking a seat on the curb and inhaling the chilly night air.
You see not a cab, but Otto himself as he pulls over next to you. He gets out and comes to you and you swear that his auburn hair looks like it’s on fire from the city lights.
“Y/n, how are you feeling?” he asks gently, helping you up and you take advantage of your state to lean on him and breathe in his unique scent.
“Like a migraine will kill me tomorrow.”
He chuckles and helps you into the passenger seat before going to the driver’s side “How come my number was first before Norman? Isn’t ‘dad’ before ‘Otto’?”
You scoff at his question “'Doc’ is before ‘Norman’.”
“You have your own father as ‘Norman’ in your phone?”
You turn your head to look at his profile and you would like to kiss his slightly crooked nose.
“Pfff. Yeah. He doesn’t act like a father much. No point in lying…I think I’m going to be sick,” you say, feeling a little dizzy.
“Let me stop the car,” he stops in an empty parking lot, and your drunk mind decides to take over.
“Are you alri-”
You smother his sentence with your lips. He’s stunned that much is clear. His whole body is tense, and he isn’t even breathing. You take advantage of his state and quickly open his pants. When you leave his pink lips, you take his cock in your mouth.
He gasps and you look at him. His mouth is open in shock and his eyes are wide. You commit the image to your memory.
His large hands come to pull your head away “Y/n! Stop it! You are drunk and I’m married!” he hisses angrily at you, but you simply moan around his hardening length, and he inhales sharply.
“Did I ask you to marry me? No, I’m asking you to shut up and let me blow you. Or would you like me to stop?” you say cheekily, swirling your tongue over the head, while your hand pumps him lazily.
He looks at you with his beautiful brown eyes and swallows hard. You don’t wait for his answer and start kissing and licking the underside of his thick cock.
“Nnn…no. Stop it!” his baritone voice sounds almost frail and you grin.
“No. Tell me, when was the last time someone sucked you off?” you go lower and lick the underside of his tight balls.
He moans so deliciously that you make it your mission to make him sing for you.
“Co…collage” he finally manages to stutter.
You hum “That won’t do. You were such a good boy, Otto, you deserve this. You will be a good boy for me, won’t you, Otto?”
You take his shaft into your ravenous mouth, ignoring the almost painful stretch now that he’s completely hard. You hear him breathing heavily above you with his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. You hollow out your cheeks and suck his glorious cock, bobbing your head and spinning your tongue around his tip. He lets out the most luscious sounds and you moan around him, sending the vibrations through his shaft.
You feel his cock twitch and pull away slightly “Is my good boy ready to cum? Do you want to cum in my mouth?” you ask calmly and look at his closed eyes as your hand glides over his length.
He nods vigorously “Yes!”
“Say please, Otto,” he opens his eyes, and they are full of desperation.
“Please, please, let me cum in your mouth,” you smile impishly and lick the bead of cum from the tip.
“Perfect, my good boy. Perfect.”
You take him back into your mouth and your hand goes to tease his balls. He instantly unloads inside your hot mouth, groaning loudly, and you drink every last drop of his tangy seed. His cock slips out of your mouth with a deafening pop, and you lift your head. His head is thrown back, laying on the headrest while his eyes are screwed shut.
“You did so well for me, my good boy”, you say smiling brazenly and kissing his cheek “Be nice and take me home.”
He opens his eyes and looks at you. His gaze is conflicted, and you know he’ll consider this a drunken mistake, but you are ready to make him yours. Consequences be damned.
You don’t talk to him or go to his lab, and you know he didn’t tell Rosie anything because she invites you to lunch one day and she’s as happy as can be. You let him process everything, and after two complete weeks, you go to his lab to see him. He’s the only one left since it’s late, and when his eyes land on you, his clipboard slips from his hands.
“Y/n.”
“Hello, Otto. How’s your fusion reactor going? Norman told me you asked for more money this month,” you say calmly as he picks up the fallen object.
He swallows and nods “Yes. I’m still surprised that he agreed to give me the money.”
You smile wickedly and his eyes narrow slightly in confusion “It took me a while to convince him.”
“You…” he trails off, unable to formulate the sentence.
“I got you the money you needed, yes”, you answer his unasked question “After all, you were such a good boy for me”, the clipboard falls again, and his face is red.
You walk toward him, and it amuses you that the tall man takes steps back, like you are a predator, ready to strike. He bumps into a desk, and you see his Adam's apple moving as he gulps.
“You look tense. Do you need some stress relief?” you ask seductively, trailing your hand over the front of his pants.
His large hand captures your own and the look in his eyes is thunderous “I’m married!”
You roll your eyes and snatch your hand from his warm one “This again? I’m not asking to marry you. I’m asking if you want a hand job. You lost the right to a blow job with your outburst, mister”, he gulps, and you can see his resolve wavering “Look, Otto. I’m not asking for a ‘happily ever after’ from you. I simply want to fuck you and your body is in desperate need of a good time.”
He inhales sharply and his eyes are conflicted, but he doesn’t stop you when you trail your hand over his groin. You unzip his pants and pull out his half-hard cock.
“You have a magnificent cock, did you know that, Otto?”
He breaths sharply when you push your thumb to the slit “N…no.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. Lick.”
He looks at your palm like it personally offended him but slowly he lowers his head and licks your hand until it’s completely wet. He closes his eyes and groans as your hand starts pumping him excruciatingly slow. You also smear his precum all over his girthy length as your fingers caress it.
You stop and he, honest to God, whimpers. He opens his eyes and they’re full of lust and need.
“Please” he whispers so softly that you barely hear it.
“As my good boy wishes” you purr and stroke his cock again, this time harder, faster.
His hips jerk and he whines and moans so nicely that your knickers are drenched. Your hand grips him tighter and you increase your tempo. He grips the desk forcefully and his head falls on your shoulder as he starts thrusting into your hand. The moment your other hand comes to play with his balls he goes over the edge, moaning wantonly. His cum shoots over his sweater and a little falls on your hand as well as you squeeze out the last drops.
“You are a very good boy for me, Otto”, he opens his eyes only to whimper when he sees you licking your hand clean. You peck his cherry lips “So perfect for me, Otto.”
He looks dazed after you as you leave.
It may sound awful, but you are happy when you find out Norman died, impaled by the glider he was flying around on, parading as the Green Goblin. Harry cries at the funeral. You, on the other hand, have a perfect poker face. The moment you reach your apartment, you open a bottle of champagne and celebrate the death of a tyrant and the birth of the opportunity to have more fun with Otto.
You work on your personal projects and wait. As expected, Octavius comes to ask for more money. He swallows hard when he sees you sitting at the big desk and looking at him with a serene smile.
“Otto! How are you?” you say happily, waving him over to sit down and the tension in his broad shoulders goes away as he lowers himself onto the plush seat.
“Fine. Thank you. What about you, Y/n? How are you coping with everything?” his deep, concerned voice washes over you and your pulse goes up.
“I’m coping very well. Now. I know you didn’t come here just to see me”, he blushes “How can I help you?”
He looks ashamed “I need more money. One of my assistants broke an important piece for the arms I’m building, and I need to buy a new one.”
“How much?”
He gulps and averts his eyes “500.000 dollars.”
You whistle “That’s not pocket change.”
“I know. I’m sorry, but I need the money if I’m to keep with my schedule.”
“Ok.” You start writing the check and he blinks in bewilderment.
“Thank you!” he glows in joy, but he swallows hard when he sees the wicked smile on your face.
“But you have to work for it.”
“H…how?” he struggles out, nervously.
“Eat me out.”
His eyes widen and he gets up angrily “Do I look like a prostitute?”
“No. You look like a man that needs my money because he hires incompetent people.” You answer calmly, putting the check under your phone and resuming reading reports.
You hear him coming around the table and you lift your head to meet his beautiful brown eyes. He clenches and unclenches his pianist hands, taking deep breaths to calm himself. You lean back in your chair and roll so you face him, not the desk.
“Get down on your knees,” you say simply, and the tall man lowers himself obediently.
Your heart hammers in your chest and your cunt gushes with your juices when you see how submissive the imposing man is. You stroke his soft wavy auburn hair tenderly and he leans into your touch “Come on, Otto. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He nods, and his large hands glide up your legs, pushing your skirt upwards until it reaches your waist. He hooks his long fingers on your knickers and pulls them down, his eyes never leaving your dripping pussy. He looks spellbound and his fingers come to touch your core. You smack his hand, and he recoils, looking shocked at you.
“I said ‘eat out’. You aren’t allowed to use your hands”, he looks down like a scolded child “Give me your hand”, he gazes at you curiously and does so. You kiss the hand you slapped and he’s red as a cherry “I assume it was an honest mistake, am I right?” you ask, making circles with your thumb on his hand.
“Yes,” it’s the speedy answer.
“Good. Now show me how skilled your silver tongue is,” you say sweetly, placing his hand on your thigh.
He gets the hint and hooks his arms around your thighs. He closes in and takes a deep breath, groaning deep in his throat. He licks up your slit, reaching your clit and sucking on it. Your hand tangles in his auburn hair and you moan in pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your pearl before pointing his tongue and thrusting it deep within your wet core. You gasp in surprise as he twirls his tongue, fucking you with it. He’s making out with your lower lips, and you moan loudly. Your legs shake as your first orgasm hits you hard. He laps at you, drinking your release like he’s a thirsty man.
“That’s it, Otto. Continue. Don’t stop until I tell you to. Such a good boy for me,” your praise spurs him on and he eats you out, making you cum again and again until your whole body is trembling, and your brain knows only pleasure. You cum again bucking into his mouth “Clean me up and stop.”
He obeys, giving you gentle licks, not leaving even a single drop of your juices. He pulls away and looks at you. His face is dripping with your cum and you would be lying if you said you don’t enjoy the view.
“Come here, my good boy. Let me clean you up.”
He shuffles closer to you, and you kiss and lick his face, making him shudder with his own climax. You regret he has black pants, and the proof of his pleasure can’t be seen clearly. Nevertheless, you continue kissing him, dragging your lips over his pink ones, tasting yourself on his tongue as you steal his breath away.
“You are such a good boy for me, Otto. You are perfect.”
He looks at you like you just told him he won the Noble Prize. With such happiness and awe that you start to wonder what his marital life is like since he accepted this so easily.
“Your check,” you hand it to him, and peck his lips again.
“Thank you,” his tone makes you think that he isn’t talking about the money.
You start working on your project with more enthusiasm, and as expected, the scientist comes to ask you for more money in less than 2 weeks. When he enters, you can swear that there’s a spring in his step.
“Let me guess. You need more money.”
“Sorry, but yes, I do.”
You can see that he isn’t apologetic at all.
“How much?”
“The same as last time.”
“Uh-huh,” you write the check and push a button to lock the door. You open a drawer and pull out a square, putting it in front of him “I assume you know how to put a condom on. I want you to fuck me.”
He blushes bright red, and his hands move hastily to open his pants and put on the condom. You get up, raise your dress, and remove your knickers. You lean over the desk, supporting yourself on your elbows.
“You…you want this position?” he stutters, coming behind you.
“It’s called doggy style and yes. Now be a good boy and fuck away the migraine I have.”
He holds your hips, and enters you gradually, stretching you almost painfully with his thick cock. When he bottoms out you moan in delight
“Otto?”
“Yes?”
“You aren’t allowed to cum until I say so. Understood?”
You hear him taking a deep breath to center himself.
“Yes.”
“Good boy and now fuck me.”
He pulls back until only the tip remains before pushing back in, agonizing slow. You endure the tempo for a while, even if it’s nice, you want more.
“Otto, I said fuck me not lull me to sleep”, he thrusts sharply, and you groan in happiness “Like that. Just like that. Hard and fast, Otto.”
He obeys you, ramming into your drenched cunt with abandon, making your pussy bulge every time he pumps his shaft deep inside. You are in Heaven. You whine and whimper, smiling beatifically as the portly male works your cunt open, spoiling you with its thickness.
The coil inside you snaps and you moan his name loudly as your pussy quivers around his length. You feel his cock twitch and him slowing down his tempo, ready to cum. You grab his forearm, that’s around your waist, with an iron grip.
“Don’t you dare slow down! Don’t you dare cum!” you snap at him, turning your head to look at him. He’s in agony but he nods and starts pumping in you again vigorously.
You turn your head away from him, looking again at the skyscrapers as he jackhammers in you. You love that he’s so obedient. Like a good little puppy, so ready to please you. He massages your walls so perfectly like his cock was made just for you. You can even feel the prominent vein he has, scraping your wall sinfully. You go over the edge again, growling his name, and he whimpers.
You feel dizzy from pleasure and the squelching sound that rings in the office as he pounds into you only adds to your arousal. You want this to never end, to have his cock inside you every minute of every day. When he makes you cum again you decide there and there that you’ll make him yours permanently. You realize that both your hips and his are trembling, yours from the climax and his from trying not to come. He leans completely over you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His moves are jerky, trying to keep up the fast tempo but his hips shake like he’s electrocuted.
You feel something wet fall on your skin and hear him sniffle.
“Please, p…please, p…p…please! I…I need to cum” he begs so desperately that it makes you smile brightly.
“You were a good boy for me, Otto. Make me cum again and then you can cum as well” you purr.
He takes a deep breath and tries to move fast again, but he can’t. He does, however, thrust hard, pushing you into the desk with all his weight. Every stoke feels like he’s hitting your cunt with a sledgehammer, and it makes you euphoric. You caress the skin on his forearms, that hold you so tightly that you are sure that you are bruised.
“A little more, Otto. I’m close,” you whisper, and he brushes his lips on the back of your neck so tenderly that you become undone harder than before.
“Ah…ah…ah...” he gasps out as your cunt tries to milk him. He shudders over you, finally orgasming.
“You were such a good boy, Otto.” You say sweetly, turning your head to peck his lips. He deepens the kiss, almost hungrily and you speculate that winning him over completely will be easier than you thought.
It becomes a routine, he visits your office weekly, asking for more funds, but he never goes over 500.000 dollars at the end of the month. He likes the sexual activities more than the money, that’s clear as day since he doesn’t cash them in. So, you take measures to end the charade. The next time he comes, he is greeted by your assistant, who informs him that you are off to a business meeting in Japan.
You lounge on the bed, reading a book. You finished your job just as you arrived and now, you’re relaxing. Like clockwork, you receive a message from the scientist.
‘Hello, Y/n. I came by your office and heard you are in Japan. How long are you staying?’
You smirk evilly and decide to extend your trip on purpose just to see how the tall man will react.
‘Two or three weeks.’
‘Oh.’
‘You needed something from me?’
‘It can wait.’
‘Alright. See you soon.’
‘See you soon.’
The first week passes, then the second rolls smoothly with no sign from Otto until the last day. You wake up grudgingly as your phone rings. You look at the clock, 7 in the morning. You curse whoever dares wake you so early and when you look at the caller ID you see it’s Otto.
“What?!”
Heavy breathing greets you “Sorry. Did…did I wake you?”
“Yes. What’s wrong, Otto?”
“I…w…when are you coming back?”
“Not next week, that’s for sure,” you say calmly, refraining from laughing “Why do you ask?”
“I…well…I…I…miss you…”
Your heartstrings vibrate at the sincere voice “Oh? Do you?”
He inhales sharply at your tone “Y…yes.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes!” his enthusiasm drifts over the phone and you smile wickedly.
“Take out your cock” you hear the zipper being undone quickly and his groan as he takes his length in his hand “Are you hard?”
“Yes.”
“Are you leaking?”
“Yes.”
“Use your cum and pump yourself,” you hear it, the unmistakable sound of skin working on skin.
He’s masturbating and you smile naughtily when you hear him exhale blissfully.
“That’s a good boy. My good boy won’t cum until I tell him to, won’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Otto, what are you fantasizing about?”
“You.”
You bite your lip and feel your own core throbbing, you hastily push your hand under your knickers, circling your clit “Me? And what am I doing?”
“You…ah…I’m fucking you but…” he drifts off and your curiosity is piqued.
“But?”
“We’re facing each other.”
You hum, he did beg you to change position, but you didn’t allow it because it was too intimate and too fast, and he more than likely will have compared the experience with what he did with Rosie.
“And?”
“We’re kissing each other and I…I don’t have a condom,” he groans needily, imagining what he describes.
You blink in surprise, this goes beyond sexual, he wants intimacy. You swallow hard and bite your lip, picturing him unloading deep inside you.
“My lips drift down your throat, kissing your arched neck”, he whimpers “I bite you, leaving a mark for the whole world to see. Would you like that?”
“Yes! Please, yes!”
You smile tenderly at the phone as you enter two fingers inside your cunt “Really? Do you want the world to know that you are mine, Otto?”
“Yes” he rasps gruffly, and you know he’s close, as are you.
“I’ll consider it. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me in the missionary position and without a condom, if you are mine.”
He groans wantonly “I am! I am yours!” he nearly yells in the phone as he works hard on his shaft.
“Cum for me,” you order, and you hear him reach his peak, saying your name like a prayer. Your pussy spasms around your fingers as you climax because of his voice “That’s a good boy. I’ll see you soon and we’ll discuss this.”
“Alright. I’ll see you soon.”
You hang up and ponder. Your heart beats faster at the thought that you are ruining him for Rosie, and you make a note to test that theory.
As anticipated, he comes to your office the moment he hears that you are back. You don’t lift your eyes from the paperwork when he enters.
“Yes? Need more funds?” you say neutrally.
“No,” you look at him, and he’s all fidgety “You said we’ll talk when you get back.”
You lean on your chair “Ah. Yes. You’ll have to do something for me, and your reward is to fuck me without a condom.”
“And facing each other?”
“Yes.”
He nods and straightens “What do I have to do?”
You take from your draw the two objects you worked on, and put them on the desk, his eyes widen “I want you to wear these for 24 h.”
He approaches and takes the first object with trembling hands “You…you want me to wear a collar?” he stutters, inspecting the object.
“Yes, and a chastity belt. You needn’t worry, you’ll have the keys”, his gaze lights up for a second before he sees your dark eyes “The locks are custom made by me. The moment you open them, I’ll be notified. You won’t get your reward if you take them off. Do you wish to proceed?”
His brown eyes jump from the marron leather collar with silk inlay to the chastity belt. He looks at you with conviction in his eyes “I wish to proceed.”
“Undress,” you say serenely, getting up and coming in front of him.
He gives you the collar and removes his black turtleneck. The blush he has goes down to his fleshy chest and you kiss his sternum. He moans and his hands go to his pants, making quick work of them and his underwear. You put down the collar and take the chastity belt and put it on him, kissing the tip of his cock before locking the device. You pull back up his pants and boxers and he’s looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
“You are too tall for me to reach, Otto. Sit down.”
He lowers himself on the chair, his espresso eyes never leaving you as you put on the collar and lock it. You kiss him tenderly, swirling your tongue against his. His large hands glide over your back, caressing you lovingly while your own drift over the sides of his face to tangle in his auburn hair. You pull away and your heart skips a beat when you see the emotion in his eyes.
You peck his lips and smile softly “I’ll see you tomorrow, Otto,” you give him the sweater, and he dresses.
“See you tomorrow,” he says cheerfully, kissing your lips quickly and taking the offered keys before leaving.
You sit back in your chair wondering if he’ll succeed in your small test. After all, it’s his wedding anniversary and Rosie bought some pretty lingerie for the occasion. You would know since you helped her pick it.
The next morning you don’t have a notification on your phone about the locks being opened. At noon, a thunderous Otto enters your office.
“You wanted me to fail!” he shouts at you after he closes the door.
“No. I wanted you to get your priorities straight.”
He stops in front of your desk and frowns “What do you mean?”
“I’ll answer you but first tell me, how did your anniversary go?”
He crosses his arms and scoffs annoyed “Good, until she wanted to have sex with me.”
“And?”
He slams his hands on the desk and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like this side of him “And nothing! I told her I was called urgently to the lab!”
“It didn’t cross your mind to remove the devices?”
He looks embarrassed “Not until I reached the lab.”
You smile tenderly “So you made a choice.”
“What?” he tilts his head and confusion is etched in every line of his face.
“You chose me over Rosie.”
His eyes become big as saucers, and he gulps “I…I suppose I did,” he says, and he’s surprised by the fact.
“Go home and pack a bag. We’re going on a small vacation. Tell Rosie we have a business offer, and you want to be present at the negotiations. We’re leaving immediately after you get back”, he nods slowly, like the information barely registers and he turns to go “Otto? Aren’t you going to kiss me before leaving?”
His eyes snap to yours and in a few strides he’s on you, kissing you ardently while his large hands tangle in your locks “I’ll be back quickly” he pecks your lips and rushes out the door.
He’s as giddy as a child when he sees that you take a private jet to your personal island, but his brilliant smile falls when you present him with his room.
“We…am I…” he stumbles over his words, and you chuckle.
“You don’t need to use it if you don’t want to. After all, my room is big enough”, he gives you a joyful grin, and follows you into your bedroom like a puppy “Strip. I don’t want to see you wear anything else but the collar while we are here”, he removes his clothes as if they burn him and looks at you as you remove your own garments “Keys.”
You hold your hand out and he picks up his pants to get them from his pocket. You unlock his chastity belt, and his cock is more than happy to be out.
“I…I bought you something,” he says bashfully, and puts in your hand a leash.
You stare in shock at it before looking at his flushed face “Thank you, Otto,” you kiss him lovingly and attach the leash to the collar. He groans when you pull the leash to deepen the kiss “I’m thinking of buying you a tag for the collar. What do you say?”
He moans and kisses your neck “Yes, please.”
You close your eyes as he bestows open-mouthed kisses on your flesh “What shall I write on it?” you say, pretending to ponder the problem.
“Property of Y/n Osborn.”
Your eyes widen at his words. That didn’t even cross your mind, you merely thought of ‘Otto’ or ‘Doc’. You know he’s serious by the timbre of his baritone voice. He wants to be yours.
“Yes, that sounds about right” you feel him smiling on your skin and you move away, dragging him along to the bed by the leather leash. You lay down and bring him between your parted legs “This was your fantasy, right? Face to face and no condom. And since you were such a good boy for me, come get your reward, but you can’t cum without my permission.”
His cock dives in just as you finish your sentence, and it feels so delicious now that it is without the rubber. What surprises you is the rhythm he uses, slow, almost loving. Your heart goes in your throat when you lock eyes with him. The brown gaze stares at you like a man in love. He moves leisurely, savoring every inch of your cunt as he pumps in you.
You start kissing his neck, biting him above the collar, and soothing his warm skin with your tongue. You pull his leash when the volcano inside you erupts. He throws his head back, not to resist the pull on his collar but in delight, his whole face radiating pleasure.
You tug on his leash bringing his head down to kiss him deeply. His slow rocking hips, the brush of his cock against your walls, his tongue dancing with yours, the heavy weight of his body on yours, make you joyous.
“I’m close. Cum with me, Otto.”
He hums with his mouth attached to your neck and thrusts harder. You moan wantonly and after he pumps in you a few times your pussy clenches around him as you go over the edge. Your mouth is open in a silent scream as you feel him shooting deep inside you and you think that this could have happened much sooner. His arms give out and he leans his body completely on yours. After a minute, he tries to move away, but your arms and legs trap him.
“Stay like this”, he settles on your body, and you release your hold to caress his auburn hair softly as his face is buried in your neck “Tomorrow, I want to wake up to your cock moving in my cunt. Will you be a good boy for me and do that?”
“Yes.”
“We won’t use condoms anymore. Agreed?”
“Yes!” the happiness is palpable in his tone.
You chuckle and kiss his forehead “Tell me something about you, Otto.”
“What?” he asks and raises his head to look at you.
“Anything. I want to know more about you.”
He contemplates “I was born in Schenectady, an only child. My mother was a little overbearing, and Torbert, my father, was an abusive alcoholic. He often beat us during his rages. I often put myself between him and my mother. That’s how I got my nose broken,” you feel your heart crack “During my first year at M.I.T, Torbert died in a construction accident.”
“Good riddance.”
He huffs amused “It was a blessing if I’m honest. I met Rosie on the university stairs. She bumped into me and at least 10 books fell from her arms,” he says with a small smile, and the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head “I helped her, and we went to coffee. We started dating…after a few months I realized we were too different, and I wanted to break up…” he trails off and you can see that something is off.
“Otto? What happened?” you say gently, peppering his chin with kisses.
“M…mother died. Heart attack.”
“I’m so sorry, Otto. What was her name?”
“Mary. The funeral is still a blur in my mind, but I remember Rosie next to me at every moment. I couldn’t break up with her after that. I asked her to marry me, and she said ‘yes’.”
“Rosie was your first girlfriend?”
“My first period. I was a bookworm, still am. I didn’t have the same untamable urges as my peers.”
“So, you didn’t experiment much.”
“At all and Rosie isn’t the kind to try new things. She did give me a blow job in college, and she didn’t like it.”
“Blasphemy.”
He nuzzles your face with his nose, smiling “If you say so.”
“I do say so. So, your sex life was vanilla.”
He chuckles “More like non-existing. Now at least. When we were younger, I was a little more eager. Hoping that we will have a child”, your heart stops “Only after I confessed that I wanted a child did she tell me she had a tubal ligation, a week before we got married actually.”
“The hell?! Why?!”
He shrugs and his face is resigned, but a little anger is still present in his eyes “She told me that it’s her body and she doesn’t want children”, you are fuming “After that, we only had sex once in a blue moon. God knows she has enough affairs to keep her happy.”
You blink in surprise “She has affairs?!”
“Yes. With her students.”
“Why don’t you divorce her?”
“Because I’m too old to start dating again and all that. Who will want an ancient scientist anyway?”
“Your cock in me begs to differ.”
He snickers and pecks your lips “I’m still waiting for you to come to your senses and leave me behind.”
Your heart crumbles at this “Otto, I care too much for you to do that”, he inhales sharply when he sees the loving gaze you give him and he buries his head in your neck, blushing “I care so much that I’m contemplating the prospect of a child since you want one so badly.”
His head snaps at you so fast that you are afraid that he’ll get whiplash “You…you want to have a child…with me?” he stutters as his eyes glow with hope.
“Yes.”
He shifts over you, caging you with his body and kissing you with desperation “Yes! After the demonstration, I’ll divorce her.”
Your body vibrates with happiness, he belongs to you. “Then after you are divorced, we can try for a baby.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what brain damage you sustained to want me, but I’m not complaining.”
You chuckle at the attempted joke “But we need something cleared out.”
“Like?”
You tug the collar “You are mine and only mine, for starters.”
He nods “I was yours for quite a while.”
“Are you open to trying new things?”
“Yes.”
“Choose a safe word.”
“Torbert.”
“That works. I won’t try impact play since your father was abusive. Anything else you are opposed to?”
“The extremes mostly. Piss, de-aging…”, you look surprised at him, and he flushes “I may have done some research after you put the collar on me.”
You peck his lips “Anything you want to try?”
“Anal sex.”
You kiss and nip his neck, sensing his cock hardening again inside you “For you or for me?” you utter against his skin, and he chokes on air.
“B...both?”
“Are you asking or saying?” you ask softly.
“Saying. Both.”
“We’ll do that while we’re here. Start thrusting, will you?” you pull the leash, and he pumps leisurely.
“How…how long are we staying here?” he pants as he thrusts harder.
“3 days. We’re going back the day before your demonstration. Ah. God, Otto, just like that” you sigh as he hits a spot inside you that makes you see stars.
He smiles impishly and rocks his hips happily as he kisses you ardently.
The first day starts, as ordered, with Otto waking you up by working his cock in your pussy, after a quick shower where you give him a hand job, you go to eat, sitting on his lap, with his shaft inside while you feed each other.
You go down to the beach and your heart melts when you see the childlike glee the portly male displays when he goes into the sea. You promise yourself that you’ll give him anything he wants just to see him this happy.
You never thought you would orgasm so hard when you ride him as the waves hit your heated bodies and you never imagined that he could emit such wanton sounds as you prepare him for tomorrow.
He moans loudly as you add another finger inside him, his hole gripping you like a vice. You thrust the three fingers into him, leisurely, and he pushes into them. He’s on all fours on the beach chair and your mouth waters when you see his hard cock, that begs for release. But he’s a good boy and waits for your command.
You pull your fingers out and he whines. You watch fascinated as his hole closes up again.
You kiss his ass cheek, and he whimpers “Otto, did I tell you what kind of lube I used?”
He turns his head over his shoulder to look at you and you can see his eyes are full of need “No.”
You smile wickedly “Edible lube,” you pull apart his ass cheeks and drag your tongue up the scientist’s crack.
He groans and falls on his elbows “Oh, God!” he gasps as you lick his hole, switching between quick flicks and flat swipes.
His hips tremble from pleasure and you hum in approval as you circle the wrinkled skin with your tongue. He cums instantly when your tongue goes inside him. He’s panting hard and you pull away, tsking disappointed.
“You disobeyed me, Otto.”
“I…I…am…sorry” he stutters out.
“I’ll have to punish you, you know,” you say serenely, kneading his perfect ass.
He stiffens at your words “H…how?” he asks, turning his head to see you.
“I’ll think of something. Until then, try not to cum again” you hold him open and plunge your tongue back inside him.
He groans in pleasure as you start thrusting your tongue inside him, twisting it every now and again. Your hand goes to play with his balls and his cock comes back to life. His hips quiver as you mouth and nip his rim.
“Are you close, Otto?”
“Yes.”
You pull away and he whines “Lay on your back.”
He turns and gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, waiting to see what you will do.
“Cum for me.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head, his whole body trembling as he orgasms hard, moaning out your name.
You observe his cock as it leaks his seed like a faucet and you can’t help but smile, knowing that you did this to him.
“Such a good boy. Do clean yourself up”
A trembling hand comes to scoop up his cum and bring it to his lips. You watch entranced how he licks his fingers clean before getting the rest of his seed from his skin. You lean over him and kiss him passionately, stroking his locks lovingly.
“Such a good boy. You are perfect for me, love.”
He breathes in sharply and you realize your mistake. But when you glance at his face you understand that your slip up is far from being a faux pas. His smile can replace the sun itself.
The next day starts pretty much the same, but instead of going to the beach, you drag Octavius to the bedroom.
“I decided what your punishment will be,” you say with tranquility as you fasten the strap-on.
A nervous gulp is heard from the tall man on the bed “What?”
“Well, first, I’ll restrain you”, you pick up the pieces of silk and wave them “Then, your actual punishment. Since you want to cum so badly, I decided that that’s what you’ll do. I’m going to fuck you until you cum at least 5 times, although I admit I’m aiming for 10 in the future.”
He draws in a shuddering breath and to your surprise he lays down in the middle of the bed and raises his arms to the headboard, looking at you expectantly.
You go and tie his hands before kissing his pink lips “Such a good boy for me. You will use your safe word if you need it, understood?” you draw slow circles around his hole.
“Y…ah…yes!”
You chuckle at his reaction and pump your finger in him. You add more lube and insert another digit inside him, making him moan “My good boy, aren’t you Otto?”
“Yes!”
When the scientist starts moving on your fingers, you know he’s ready for more. You take position and see that he stiffens up. Your hands drift over his skin, massaging it gently while your mouth leaves kisses on his chest.
“We don’t have to do this, Otto.”
“I want to.”
“For my pleasure or yours?”
“Both. I’m ready, Y/n,” he says firmly lifting his hips.
You push the head of the fake cock in slowly.
“FUCK!” he yells, tugging at the restraints.
You push his legs, and he moves on instinct to cross his ankles behind you. You slide into him more easily now. You move gradually, inch by inch, and stop when his breathing becomes erratic. You are nearly all in him and with one firm stroke, you fill him completely.
“GOD!” is the breathless reaction.
You kiss his lips and nip on his neck lovingly until he breathes normally again and his hole adjusts to the toy.
“Ready, Otto?” he nods “Be a good boy and count for me your orgasms, will you?” you pull back slowly and push in just as leisurely.
You increase your tempo progressively, only when you are sure he can take more by the exquisite sounds he makes, to the point that you are slamming into his hole with all your might.
“Y/n!” he groans and his cum shoots out of his length like a firework going off.
“Count,” you order, thrusting in him through his orgasm.
“O...one.”
You jackhammer into him, making him whine and whimper so beautifully that your heart beats for him. He’s perfect and you decide that after Rosie is out of the picture you will make him yours entirely.
“F...f…four...”
You smile, looking at the cum covered man and you commit to memory every single aspect. From his ruffled auburn hair to his glassy eyes, to the tears of pleasure running down his face.
You ignore your own need and ram into him “One more, Otto. Just one more.”
“I…I…can’t...”
You lean and kiss his tears away, your hips hitting his pelvis roughly. “You can, my good boy. I know you can,” you whisper against his trembling lips as your hand picks up from the nightstand drawer a vibrator.
The moment you put it on his cock and turn it on he starts thrashing against the silk restraints.
“Too much!!!”
“Cum for me again and I’ll stop.”
He whines and pulls his hands. You hear a faint crack noise, and you know the headboard won’t survive for long. You move the toy to his balls and new tears streak his cheeks at the intense sensation.
“P...please! I…I…can’t!”
“Want me to prove you wrong?” you say cheekily, pulling out completely and inserting the vibrator.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums again before losing consciousness. You release him and clean him up. You look at the collar and use the key to open it briefly. Your smile turns evil when you see that the collar left a distinct mark because of the suntan he gained yesterday. You kiss his lips gently before bringing him in your arms to sleep.
The next day starts with you waking him up by pumping in his hole with the fake cock strapped to you. After he reaches his peak, you have him eat you out before showering together.
When you go to the beach, you join him in the water.
“You could have told me the water is chilly today!” you hiss as you advance in the water.
“The water is chilly today,” he says playfully, and you splash him.
It starts a war between you, water flying to drench the other. He treads the water and captures you in his strong arms, stopping the mock fight and kissing your laughing face.
“I think it’s a great time for you to try anal, isn’t it?”
He pulls back to look at you “Don’t you need prep?”
“What do you think I did yesterday after you were K.O? Come on”, you take his shaft and pump it, making his eyes flutter “Don’t keep me waiting.”
He turns you and enters your tight hole slowly “Jesus, you’re tight.”
“You are one to talk, Otto. Ah!”
He pushes in completely, starting to thrust and it feels amazing. You bring his hand to your lips and bring one specific digit into your mouth. You pull the finger out, dragging the gold band off it. You put it in his hand.
“Throw it.”
The wedding ring goes flying, and the moment it hits the water, you go over the edge, happy that he obeyed you.
The three days you stay on the island are the most debauched ones of your life, but all good things need to come to an end. You go back to New York and both of you are reluctant to leave each other’s company, but, in the end, you go to your apartment, and he goes to his.
Later that day, you receive a message from your brother.
‘Hi, sis! Can you drive Peter home? I'm taking him to Otto’s lab and I have a date afterward. Pretty please!’
You smile thinking of the tall man ‘Sure.’
You go to his lab and arrive just as the portly male speaks.
“This is my wife, Rosie,” the tone is cold and your mouth twitches.
You come down the stairs, and when his eyes land on you, he lights up “Y/n,” he says softly.
“Otto, Rosie. Peter, how have you been?” you greet everyone and smile brightly.
“Good, thank you.”
“We were just about to head to lunch. Join us, Y/n,” the older woman says, and you can see Octavius gulp nervously.
“I’ll be delighted.”
Lunch is an interesting affair since the auburn-haired man oscillates between talking enthusiastically about his reactor and being thoughtful as he looks from you to Rosie. What bothers you, however, are the woman’s eyes. She gazes at Peter like he’s her next meal, trying to flirt subtly with him. You know the boy is a kind soul and you can’t bear the idea of her ruining him, so you smile brightly at him and speak gently, feeding the crush you know he has on you.
You don’t notice the incensed eyes of the portly male.
“Are you sure you could stabilize the fusion reaction?”
“Peter, what have we been talking about for the last hour and a half? This is my life's work. I certainly know the consequences of the slightest miscalculation.” Otto says annoyed and you narrow your eyes at him, making him purse his lips.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question you.” Parker says in a small voice.
“Y/n” after a second, he adds “Rosie” as an afterthought “Our new friend thinks I'm gonna blow up the city. You can sleep soundly tonight.”
“Otto's done his homework. Come to the demonstration tomorrow, and you'll see for yourself.” You say serenely, taking a sip of your tea.
“And you need to sleep soundly tonight, Otto,” Rosie tells the tall man, who looks at her vacantly before blinking away the reaction.
“Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio?” he looks at you “Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the 5th?” he asks, knowing you like Beethoven’s 5th.
“Did Bernoulli sleep before he found the curves of quickest descent?” Peter chimes in and breaks Otto’s gaze on you.
“Peter, tell us about yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?”
The auburn-haired man stiffens at his wife’s question.
“Well... I don't really know.”
“Well, shouldn't you know? I mean, who would know?” you say playfully.
“Leave him alone. Maybe it's a secret love”, you see the portly male grinding his teeth “Love should never be a secret. We finally got lucky in love.” The older female says, putting her hand over her husband’s. The man looks startled for a second before plastering a fake smile “But it's hardly perfect. You have to work at it”, you refrain from scoffing “I met him on the college steps, and I knew it wasn't going to be easy. He was studying science, and I was studying English literature. He wooed me with poetry. Do you remember our favorite poem?” she asks gently, and he looks like a deer caught in headlights.
“I…”
“Leave him be, Rosie. He’s already stressed, we don’t need to add to it”, you say firmly, and her eyes are on you - studying your smiling face “Peter, it’s getting late. Let me take you home”, you get up and saunter towards the door “Thank you for the meal.”
Parker practically has heart eyes as he follows you and the tall man’s jaw clenches.
“Let me walk you out,” Otto quickly strides toward you, and you go downstairs.
“Peter, can you wait outside for a second? I need to speak to Otto.”
“Sure.”
The boy goes outside, and Octavius takes a step back, his hands flying to his hidden collar when he sees you pulling out the key.
“What are you doing?!” he says, panicked.
“Taking it off.”
“Are you choosing that welp over me?!” he hisses angrily at you, and your eyes widen.
“What?”
“Don’t act innocent! I saw how you acted around him! Am I not good enough for you?” he spats heatedly.
You rub the space between your eyebrows “Otto, you have a demonstration tomorrow, and the inhibitor chip comes to the level where the collar is. Unless you have another way to control your arms, I need to remove it. AND I prefer older men. Preferably called Otto Octavius. So, stop being jealous over nothing.”
“You don’t like Peter?” he asks cautiously.
“I like him but not to the level in which I would bed him. I already have someone that satisfies my needs,” you wink at him, and he blushes.
“You’ll put it back after the demonstration, right?” he asks, motioning to his neck.
“Yes. I’ll even add the tag I made”, his eyes sparkle happily, and he leans down enough so you can remove the collar and take it. You peck his lips gently “See you tomorrow.”
The next day finds you in the scientists’ lab with your brother and Peter next to you. The tall male comes out and the chatter in the room instantly stops as everyone’s eyes lock on the imposing figure.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you this afternoon. But first, before we start, has anybody lost a large roll of 20-dollar bills in a rubber band? Because I found the rubber band.” You chuckle and his eyes dance with mirth.
“It's a terrible joke. But thank you for coming. Today you will witness the birth of a new fusion-based energy source. Safe, renewable energy and cheap electricity for everyone. And now let me introduce my assistants.”
The sheets that cover his arms are taken off and he opens his shirt. You refrain from smiling when you see the faint difference between the tanned skin and the flesh that was covered by the collar.
“These four actuators were developed and programmed for the sole purpose of creating successful fusion. They are impervious to heat and magnetism.”
The actuators are in place, and you promise that you’ll soothe every needle mark on his spine.
“These smart arms are controlled by my brain through a neural link. Nanowires feed directly into my cerebellum allowing me to use these arms to control fusion reaction in an environment no human hand could enter.”
“Doctor, if the artificial intelligence in the arms is as advanced as you suggest, couldn't that make you vulnerable to them?”
He looks at the reporter with a blank look “How right you are. This is why I developed this inhibitor chip to protect my higher brain function. It means I maintain control of these arms, instead of them controlling me”, He says with a boyish smile thrown in your direction “And now on to the main event.” He walks to the platform before the machine and puts on a pair of goggles. One of his arms goes to grab a small sphere from a container “Precious tritium is the fuel that makes this project go. There are only 25 pounds of it on the whole planet. I'd like to thank Y/n Osborn and Oscorp Industries for providing it.” He says in a sweet tone.
“Happy to pay the bills, Otto.” You say cheekily and he tosses you a playful glare.
“Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seat belts”, he says as the reaction starts and a small sun appears between the machine’s arms.
“Doctor, we have a successful fusion reaction.” You start applauding and he turns and smiles at you.
You catch something in the corner of your eye, and when you look, you see Rosie, her eyes jumping from you to Otto, connecting the dots.
A deafening sound is heard, and you turn to see rays from the miniature sun hitting the containment chamber “Keep calm! It's only a spike! It'll soon stabilize!” Otto yells out just as small objects get pulled inside the sun.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please clear the room.” You step in, your eyes never leaving the man you love.
“We have a containment breach!” one assistant shouts.
“Shut it off, Otto! Shut it off!” you yell at him.
“It will stabilize! It's under control!” he retorts, trying to stabilize the reaction.
A ray goes over his head and hits the ceiling, making big chunks of stone fall. You jump out of the way at the last second.
“Y/n!”
You hear zapping and the smell of burning flesh. You turn and see Octavius being electrocuted “Otto!”
A blur of red and blue dashes before your eyes, and you see Spider-Man pulling the plug on the machine. You run to the auburn-haired man and catch him before he hits the ground unconscious. You check for a pulse and thank every deity you can think of when you see he’s alive. You take out your phone and dial for an ambulance. When you look around, you see Rosie’s dead body on the floor a few feet away, and you feel miserable for a brief second before the worry for the scientist takes over.
You take him to the hospital and while you are arguing with the idiotic doctor that wants to cut the actuators, a nurse comes in and informs you that Octavius disappeared from his room. You rush to the hospital room and see the wind entering through the open window.
“FIND HIM!” you order your assistant, James, and he starts making calls “I’ll find him. I’ll find him even if I have to burn down all of New York!” you vow under your breath.
Nothing. No trace of the doctor anywhere. When the clock strikes midnight, you go home angry and worried. You are taken aback, however, when you open your bedroom door and find the very man you were looking for. When he sees you, he smiles brightly but his smile is strange.
“Otto!” you go and kiss him deeply, happy that he’s alright
“Y/n. You kept us waiting.”
You pull back startled by the pronoun he used and there’s a dark edge in his eyes, they look almost lifeless.
“Otto!” you yell out as you are pinned to the bed by his actuators.
One holds both your hands above your head and two arms hold your legs. He gets between your spread legs and the last actuator removes the hospital gown
He smiles evilly at you and even the actuator above his shoulder seems to do the same thing, its red-light sparkling with intent. A blade appears from inside the metal arm and your body fills with fear.
“You won’t be needing these,” his voice sounds almost robotic as he speaks. The blade cuts off your clothes and then pulls the fabric off your body, exposing you to the hungry gaze of the scientist.
He enters you and you shout at the pain. You aren’t wet enough, and it hurts you.
“Otto, please, stop! I’m not wet,” you shout in agony and are surprised when the red light of the arm flashes pink.
The arm goes and takes from your drawer the lube and pours it over your core and his shaft before he plunges back in. You see the light is back to red as he jackhammers in you like you are a mere toy for him. He explodes inside you, but his cock doesn’t deflate at all, and your eyes widen.
He grins wickedly “You wanted us to cum 10 times at least? We will. We’ll fill you to the brim with our cum until you are pregnant with our child.”
Your body shudders and you don’t know if it’s from fear or arousal. He pistons inside you, not caring if you are enjoying the coupling or not. He has only one thing on his mind and that’s to get you pregnant. The rough treatment he gives you starts to arouse you and you cum on his length, making him smile in delight.
“That’s it. We like it when you cum for us. Your cunt clenches around us perfectly.”
It hits you like a ton of bricks. The arms are controlling him. Otto is merely a puppet on strings. The red light must mean that the AI is in control, and the pink was Octavius fighting the influence.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the arms change your position and now your lover’s cock goes so deep in you that he hits your cervix like a battering ram. He cums in you repeatedly, the squelching sound of your dripping juices filling the room. You can feel your combined liquids trailing down your skin as he adds more of his seed in your abused cunt.
You are a step away from blacking out. Your body is limp in the artificial arms hold that changes your position like you are a ragdoll.
“Otto, please stop.” You whimper and the laugh he lets out has a metallic edge, but the light flickers pink.
“NO. You are ours! We’ll do what we want with you! We’ll fuck a baby in you. But first, we think you need more stimulation.”
You narrow your eyes and when you look your heart stops beating, the actuator that was watching you the whole time is teasing your ass hole. You pale when you realize that the actuator wants to enter you.
“Torbert!” you shout, and everything stops suddenly. You see the light switching from red to pink to white at a rapid pace, over and over again “Torbert!” you repeat almost desperately, hoping that the arms hold on the man you love will break.
“Y/n” the sensuous voice you admire breaks the silence of the room. The arms release you and go to the man, opening their claws and hissing like snakes “Listen to me now”, he says through clenched teeth and the arms seem to hiss harder “Listen to me NOW!” he growls at them, with bared teeth, like a lion roaring into submission another animal.
The arms fall down almost bowing to the dominant male.
His eyes go to you and widen “What have I done?!” he comes over to you “Please, tell me you are alright. I’m sorry! I wasn’t in control!”
You gaze into his brown eyes and see that it’s Otto with no influence of the metal arms. Your hand goes behind his neck and as you suspected his inhibitor chip is broken.
“Don’t apologize for something I liked, although next time you will dominate, you will do it without the arms influence. You need a new chip.” You struggle to get up, but your legs feel like jelly. He catches you in his strong arms before you meet the floor
“Y/n?”
“Lab. My personal lab. It’s behind the bookcase. We need to build you a chip before the arms take over again. Give me my robe and take us there.”
He grabs the silk robe, and he puts on the hospital gown before he takes both of you to the lab. You start building the inhibitor chip as fast as you can. He has moments when his control slips, but you are able to bring him back, although it begins to be harder and harder.
You wait for the result of the test on the inhibitor chip, and you don’t see the doctor wandering off into the small corner with your painting supplies.
“Oh my God!” you turn sharply, and your face is red as a tomato.
The man found the painting you made of him. You go to his side ready to apologize but the look on his face gives you pause. He gazes at it like it’s the Sistine chapel, awestruck and happy.
“It’s beautiful. You made this?” he asks glancing at you.
“Yes.”
“You are very talented. I don’t think I ever looked this good,” he says softly, nuzzling your cheek with his nose.
“I’m sorry to disappoint but that’s how I always see you.”
“Debauched and ready for a mind-blowing fuck?” he jokes, and you playfully hit his arm.
“Breathtaking.”
He swallows hard and brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He turns back to the painting to admire it and you do the same. You worked on it all day when you got back from your short vacation. You painted a moment from the trip when Octavius looked absolutely sinful. You depicted him lying on the bed. One arm is on his chest while the other dangles over the edge of the bed. One leg is propped up and the other is stretched out while slightly covered by the bedsheets. His cock is hard, arched toward his stomach, and slightly leaking. His eyes are half-closed as he looks out of the painting, and a satisfied smile stretches his face. His auburn hair seems to form a fiery halo around his head as the light from the setting sun basks him with its warm rays.
“Are you going to hang this up?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I was thinking my office, but I don’t like the idea of other people ogling what’s mine, so bedroom.”
He swallows hard and his large hands come to massage your shoulders “Can you paint another picture?”
“What? You want one as well?” you joke, but his eyes are mischievous.
“No. I want a picture of us. You can see the image and paint from memory, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I have one in mind. I…” he falters, and you see the light changing in his actuators before the red takes over completely, you grab your art supplies suitcase and hit him hard. He crumbles to the ground, and you check his vitals. You go and quickly finish the inhibitor chip before coming to install it.
“Otto?” you shake him, but nothing “Otto?” nothing “Otto, love, wake up!”
His eyes flutter open and his hand flies to the bump on his head “Ouch...”
“Sorry.”
He waves his hand dismissively and stops, his eyes widening “The voices are gone”, he moves his hand to the back of his neck “You finished the inhibitor chip. Thank you, love.”
Your heart hammers like mad at the endearment and you kiss his lips happily.
He was quite annoyed when you told him that the arms are fused to his spine, and he now has to wear them permanently. He isn’t overly sad when he hears that Rosie died. He does go to visit her grave, but he doesn’t mourn the woman that was more a flatmate than a wife.
He moves in with you after you clear his name with the fusion fiasco. And he’s the happiest man the world has ever seen when you put the collar back on him with the tag you made ‘Property of Y/n Osborn’. Tonight, you are dining at home, and he watches you curiously as you get up and come to kneel in front of him.
He chuckles “What? You want me to dom you tonight, Y/n?” he says in a sensual tone, his smoldering eyes wandering over your body.
“I’m not asking you to dominate me. I’m asking you to marry me.”
The ground shakes a little when his lower actuators grip at it.
The man looks with wide eyes from you to the velvet box in your hand “You…you are asking me to marry you?”
“As you can see.”
He falls to his knees in front of you, whispering “Yes, yes, yes!” between sweet kisses.
There is no wedding since Octavius doesn’t want to make a fuss. Just a quick visit to the courthouse with Harry and Peter as witnesses since they got together.
Your life with the portly pale is fantastic. The sex is amazing and he’s a doting husband. And he aims to surprise you every chance he gets, like now.
Your phone rings with a message from your husband ‘I have a surprise for you when you get home 😊’
‘Really? Will I like it? 😏’
‘Most certainly.’
‘Where’s Mary?’
‘I left her with Harry.’
‘…😱’
‘Peter has the day off as well.’
‘Thank God! Next time start with I left our daughter with Peter. Will you? 😠’
‘Promise. Come back home soon 😘’
After a few hours, you enter the house and it’s quiet, suspiciously so. You wander around the living room and kitchen and no sign of your husband. You go to the bedroom and when you open the door the painting you made greets you. The painting shows the two of you naked. Otto behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder and his actuators open like flowers around you. One of his arms is over your breasts while the other covers your sex. Both of you have bedroom eyes and wicked smiles.
Your gaze drifts from the painting to look around the room and your heart starts beating triple time. Your husband is on his knees, naked as the day he was born, while the actuators restrain him. Your eyes jump from his coy smile to his straining cock and an impish grin appears on your face.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Otto?” you ask him softly, stroking his hair gently.
“Yes, my wife”, you kiss him and thank your lucky stars that you got drunk that night and took advantage of the scientist. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here, happily married to him with a daughter and an incredible sex life.