Taming Otto

Conflict and Confrontation

You wake up with a smile on your face. The dream that blessed you last night only upped the anticipation for tomorrow. A dominant, aggressive, and passionate Otto pleasured every last inch of your existence. As you are preparing for your class, your mind wanders. You imagine and theorize about his body and how he would use and tease you till the breaking point. I wonder if I'll be able to handle all of him. If that was just the beginning, god help me when clothes come off.

You revisit him grinding up against you over and over until you find yourself craving more and more of this new Dr. Octavius. He was harder than you had ever experienced. If that's just from foreplay, you can only imagine when his full potential will be released, revealed and thrust into you.

His last words loop in your brain, fogging all other thoughts, "We will finish on Friday". The waves of ecstasy that swept your body nearly left you paralyzed in orgasm. To finish with him, oh what a gift that would be.

Unfortunately, you must snap back into reality and try to keep you lust under control for today. Only one more day, one more sleep until you can be with him again.

You bundle up before leaving for your psychology classes hoping you can keep your thoughts contained. As you walk down the pathway to the building, admiring the archways that line the walkway,  an unwelcome voice assaults your ears.

"HEY, y/n, wait up!"

What is it with this guy?! Between him and lover boy I have no peace. At least with Otto I want him around me..

"What's up scumbag?" you retort

"Whoa okay, pump the hate brakes. Can't a guy just say hi?"

"Yeah sure, just not you. I thought you said you were staying for the weekend. Last I checked, the weekend doesn't start until tomorrow?" you pick up the pace hoping he'd get the message.

"You always were a feisty thing, even to a fault. So tell me, does Doc Ock live up to your expectations?"

You stop dead in your tracks. No longer able to ignore his ill-mannered comments you snap. "First off, don't ever talk about me like that, you lost the right to talk about me when you slept with my f*cking cousin. Second off, you ignorant, intolerable sh*t, his name is Dr. Otto Octavius."

X/n gets in your face, "oh what? You like him? He your new boy toy or something?"

"You are a miserable excuse for a man x/n. Someone pays me any mind and you pounce like a tiger who doesn't know his ass from his head. But of course you wouldn't know the difference, since one is up the other!" you take a breath. You've been wanting to tear this man down for ages.

X/n takes another step closer, now inches from your face, "You better watch your back. Wouldn't want you to end up like his poor Rosalie.."

"YOU SON OF A BI-" you drop your bags ready for confrontation as x/n begins to raise his hand.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing?! Get your ass to class, NOW!" Octavius screams from a distance.

Thank god. You sir, are my knight in shining armor for that one.

"Yes sir, sorry sir. I have to go now, or did you want to hit me first" you turn and walk into the psychology building. Just before you enter you mouth the words "Thank you" to Otto. He gives you a slight nod then motions for you to go inside.

"Who are you, son?" his attention now pointed at x/n. His arms whir and hiss, glowing red as they click and move around getting a good angle on x/n.

"No one compared to you apparently." x/n huffs.

X/n does the smart thing and walks away.

"Okay calm down now," he says to his arms. They retreat back into their closed position. "What does he want with y/n?"

Dr. Octavius leaves the scene confused as to why y/n didn't just walk away. She should know better than to get herself in that kind of trouble. If anything is to happen to her, he will pay a thousand times over.