Unethical To Preform (Dottore x Male Reader)

Unethical To Preform

💉🩸 Welcum (lil oneshot)

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The Doctor is ruthless and unforgiving, despite his unwarranted acts of kindness and gentleness towards you. It's nothing more than pretend because he doesn't apologize, he treats you nothing more than the pet you are.

Intimacy is cruel and rough, but it wouldn't have happened in the first place if you hadn't decided to let out those sounds. The ones he wrenches out of you as he plows deeper, he says the sweetest things. He says he loves you, he wants you to say the same back. Just before he demands it out of you, he's reaching all of your crevices and constantly hitting your g spot. It hurts as you come while he scraps the insides of your body.

However, being his favorite shows the extent of his "love" more or less like an interest in you. Sometimes an obsession, he becomes unwilling to let you go a day without the pain he causes you. Often he cuts you open on the cold dissection table. The pain is never numbed, only your body to make sure you don't ruin his "experiment". You recall a certain shot of a substance that enhanced your pain, for disobedience. The seering white hot pain spreading across your body rapidly as if you had been set alight by the very one laying his hands upon you. It's as if he tries to constantly take your life in hands, he scoops and cuts inside you.

Simply a pet in his hands, overly obsessed with how you fit in his lap as well as how the frail body of yours presses against him perfectly. He keeps you there with him as his perverse eyes violate you even with your clothes still on. He coos and tries to initiate the same love he has for you onto you. He wants you to want him, to want him to do the things he does to you. However if he cannot get you he often threatens to just discard and start with a new you. It strikes the most fear into you making you grateful for all that he only has done to you.

Soon enough he has made you want him, love him. It's not sickening, it's comfort and it is what you need most. His often fake gentleness seems less and less genuine although you can see him break character. He presses your tip softly as his gloved hand goes back down to the base, you can feel his grin on your neck as your back faces him. Twitching at the touches and teasing from the wicked Doctor, his hand gripping and beginning to fall up and down across your shaft. You mumble under him, it's faint you wish him not to hear it. You hope for him not to mention it at least, knowing him he yearns for any answers you have to give him. He rubs the tip once more, a line of slight pre-cum sticking as he pulls his hand away from you. Making you whine out, surprised at your own neediness, you knew you wanted him..but needed him? "Pardon?" The Doctor finally speaks, his breath hitting the back of your neck as you sit still in his lap. You know what he actually means, you try to remember the words you had let out during your lust filled haze.

"I need you, I..I love you." You say, or so he had made you say. You can feel the grin on his face grow as he places the gloved hand covered in pre-cum on your chin. Grabbing tightly so you're restrained from moving your face away from him, instant pain strikes into the back of your neck. Almost causing you to lose consciousness before you realized what Dottore had done, it was a shot. He had injected you with something, though you could already feel it tensing your body most importantly your erected shaft. Dottore laps with his rigid tongue against the injection, he chuckles as he takes pleasure with having your blood on his tongue. "Good, good. You're behaving quite well, I must say this kind of behavior deserves an award. Right?" Finally letting go of your chin as his hand wanders down to your exposed thigh, however just as he squeezed you feel another sharp pain this time on the nape of your neck. "Haah!~.." As you lean back into the Doctor's chest as well as his mouth. He fiercely sucks and plays with the fresh reddening skin, his teeth having sinked inside of your neck making you groan in a bit of discomfort. He had marked you for his own sick pleasure, however you were the one to let it happen.

He swiftly grabs your hair, yanking it back as he hand gripping your thigh leaves. He quickly places his hand back onto your now twitching cock, roughly rubbing the twitching tip. The stimulant injected into your system instantly hit you as you groaned much louder as well as white slick cum following. The stimulant proving to be more than effective, the overstimulation jerking tears from your eyes unexpectedly. "How cute. Cry more for me, pet." Dottore says in a quick tone, his pace with your cock restless as he begins to hurry the pace. He wanted more, he needed more of you. Your essence spilling out onto his gloves as well as his pants, it made him crazy. Despite your whines and constant attempts to squirm, Dottore's grip would overpower you as he kept jerking your stimulated cock. Essence shooting out as you bucked your hips up into the air while Dottore finished you off, his gloves covered in your essence. Looking down as you reached the end of your high however your body shaking and tensing against Dottore's cold heavy body. Lust and pleasure still coursing through your body as it comes in waves, leading to your final orgasm. "That's right, sing for me one more time.." The harbinger breathes heavily against your neck leaning over your shoulder as he rubbed the cum covering his glove onto your thigh. With cum still staining his glove he takes a handful of your hair and yanks one last time just to see your horrified face. As you spurt and moan from the terror filling you as much as the Lust does, you think; only Dottore could make you feel this way, scared yet yearning for more of him. He places his fingers into your open mouth heavily staring as your saliva starts spilling from the corner of your mouth.

"Quite a messy slut, aren't you?" Dottore swiftly pulled a small vial from his pocket, pressing the opening and catching the last spurts of your orgasm in it. "This will do fine, thank you pet." He smirks as he pushes your body off of him leaving you to fall into your knees and hands wincing from pain from your last "operation". Though wanting to get back up and follow the beloved Doctor of yours, your body gave in and your consciousness started to slowly fade away as drowsiness consumed you.

The Doctor had been pleased with the results of this experiment.