KK: At first I posted this, because of brain rot, but after seeing this comment...oh boy. Yeah, I'm in trouble because it was supposed to be a quick little share-and-tell, but now the ideas are flooding in! Seeing as this doesn't have much to it, it's obviously gonna be one of the shorter smuts I write (I have HUGE ones I'm writing and saving up). But as always I luv you peeps, enjoy! :D
Warnings: Clone Dottore, punishment, semi-public? Almost caught, overstim, He/Him pronouns (let me know if I missed anything)
500+ words
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Dottore, who had been working months on a project, only for it to be ruined in less than a minute. His new invention was going to allow the Fatui easier access to information, but thanks to you he has to start all over again. He was enraged at you even though it was an accident. You should know better than to be around Dottore's stuff anyways :<
So what better way to punish you than to let his clones have their way with you. He told them he doesn't care what they do just as long as they teach you to never touch his stuff again. So that's how you got here, bent over one of Dottore's lab tables while being roughly pounded into. You were being so loud. It was astonishing to you how the real Dottore, who was only sitting a few feet away, could work on a project and act like you weren't there.
"Eyes on me hun." The clone demanded from behind you. But you couldn't, it was too embarrassing to make any kind of eye contact with any of the clones let alone the actual Dottore. Grunting and pulling out the previous Dottore clone was replaced with another. "Seems he doesn't want to listen. No matter, I've got an idea." Picking you up the clone carried you toward the main entrance of the lab.
When you got to the large doors the clone pressed you up against them, turning the lock so it was now unlocked. "You wouldn't wanna be caught right? So stay quiet and take it like a good boy." Before you could even protest you were pounded into again, mind turning to mush as you came on the door for the umpteenth time.
"Child for the last time no! I'm not gonna waste my time sparring with you"
"Ah~ Come on comrade, it'll be fun!"
"To you maybe!" As if the situation couldn't get any worse, Childe and Scaramouche could be heard walking right outside the door. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you tried in a futile attempt to muffle your moans.
"So mean, you know...wait, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"I could have sworn I heard something from Dottore's lab just now"
"Or maybe your psychopathic mind is just catching up to you idiot"
"Nope. I heard something and I'm gonna go investigate."
"Childe this is Dottore we're talking about. He's going to have his door locked."
"Oh psh, I'm sure it's- oh, yeah it's locked." You flinched as the door rattled, unable to open. Gazing down you could see the clone's hand resting on the now-turned lock.
"God I live with a bunch of morons!" Scaramouche yelled.
"Hey! Not true you know I..." Childe's voice could be heard getting further and further away. Sighing, you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You felt relaxed until you heard a chuckle from behind you. Turning your head as much as the position would allow you, you were met with Dottore who had finally turned away from his project.
"Alright, I think that's enough for today. He's learned his lesson. Until then, it's my turn~"
