Taming Otto

Company

As you pack up your things, your final psychology class done with for the day, your mind immediately snaps back to thinking about tomorrow. You can't control where you mind is taking you, but a part of you doesn't want them to stop. The butterflies that this man can create with ease is something you want to feel forever. You can't wait to see him again. The wait and anticipation are torture.

As you approach the door to leave the building, a mechanical arm opens the door for you as you hear "Y/n I'm walking you home. Don't say anything, don't look around just follow me."

You follow him willingly and without hesitation, confused as to what was happening. But that was okay, you trust him to keep you safe.

He knew what I wanted without having to tell him. Is it crazy to think he can sense other things as well such as danger or pain?

"Sir, I-" you begin to say before he interrupts

"Not here, wait. Just walk with me. Don't say a word until I tell you, do you understand?", Otto demands.

You nod and stay silent, instead watching him walk. The power behind his stride has you fascinated. The way he has his arms surrounding you, pulling you along with him with urgency. How is he so attractive?! So protective, so demanding, and yet so kind.

Otto takes a sharp left turn. You, walking to his right, feel his arms pull your waist with him. They spin you to now face him.

"Okay y/n, ask away."

"Sir, what is going on?! Is this about earlier because he doesn't mean anything to me" you panic fearing he thinks that x/n matters to you.

"Oh sweet y/n, I know. No man that comes that close to hitting a woman out of anger is worth a thought. I came to the building to confer with another professor and I saw him waiting ever so patiently for you," he looks at his arms, "They sensed ill-intent, so naturally I couldn't just leave, so I waited for you." Otto looks around once more, listening to them conversing. Something about this protective measure feels different that normal chivalry.

"Thank you, really. I don't know what he's thinking."

His arms click once more, louder and harsher this time. "Let's get you home." He rushes you away once more creating a barrier behind your back with his arms. You and Otto walk to your dorm building talking about the events of the day. You finally arrive at your dorm building. You get up on the second step of the staircase leading to the entrance so you can be on eye level with him.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then, after class?" You give him a wink as your eyebrow raises. You want him to make him long for you just as you do for him.

"I'm more ready that even I myself can comprehend. I've made sure no one will disturb us tomorrow. Just you and me y/n. Tell me something," he pauses, looking you up and down, "have you been thinking about me as much as I've been thinking of you?"

You chuckle, "You have no idea, sir. Sometimes.. it's like I can still feel you on me, taste you too. You've taken over my mind"

That makes him smile. A slight blush fills his cheeks. "Well, I will leave me to your imagination until tomorrow. When I'm done with you, you'll be feeling more than just my touch." Leaving you wanting more brings Otto great pleasure. To see you overcome with anticipation for him, turns him on.

This man is driving me crazy! He knows just what to say to get me going.
"Until tomorrow, Otto" you give him a smile before heading inside.

Otto watches you walk inside. He sighs, resenting how the next 12 hours will surely drag on.
She won't be able to stop shaking when I'm done with her.

As Otto leaves, he spots x/n watching him from afar. He's going to be problem. His arms click and begin to demand action, "You're right. He must be dealt with. Just not yet, we must play this smart. We can't draw any attention to ourselves until the moment is right."

His arms lift him into the air and carry him away. If x/n is going to watch him, he'll get a show. Now at a staggering height, he effortlessly traverses the campus much to x/n's shock and awe. He had heard the stories but to see him move like this, in person, was frightening.