Exposure Therapy (Jonathan Crane x reader)

Part 7

Summary | Your usual daily session is interrupted and chaos follows not long after.
Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, praise, degradation, face fucking, deep throating, exhibitionism??, grinding, fear gas, angst, kind of? He's just not good at emotions, but you are very persistent lmao.
Notes | I hope y'all remember what happens in Batman begins lmao. (Okay I'm worried I made the end too complicated because I had to reread some of the things he said multiple times and really think about it to understand what he was trying to say... lmk what y'all think of it pls)

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You started a nice routine. So far he's only been gone one day, but other than that you would always come to his office sometime around lunch, depending on if he was able to let himself have a break from his work or not. Usually after you ate was when he would give you a few things to do, but sometimes he got too impatient and fucked you instead. He learned very quickly though that your come drunk mind is not able to complete anything he gives you, so he does his best to wait and save that until after you've done a decent amount of work. He still hasn't had you help with the experiments directly yet though. Which you thought was weird given how eager he seemed for your help. Okay maybe not eager...

Two weeks passed by quickly and you found yourself looking forward to each day, which you haven't felt since you got here. You tried not to think about that too much though.

He brought pasta today, in to-go containers, and you ate it eagerly. He was mostly used to your eating habits by now, understanding that you're only getting one decent tasting meal a day, but he still often reprimanded you for eating too fast.

"How much time is left of your lunch break?" You asked as you finished your food and he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Half an hour."

"Good." You stood up, discarding the empty container on his desk, and walked over to him. When you dropped to your knees, he raised his brows and eyed you curiously. "Move back." You said, glancing down to the chair. Without saying a word, he rolled the chair back and you slipped under the desk, using the arms of the chair to pull him back in.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, but it was amused, not a warning. You placed a hand over his already hardening cock, making his breath hitch.

"If you really don't want me to, I guess I can stop." You said, knowing he wouldn't dare do anything of the sort. When he didn't respond, you worked on freeing his length, then took it in your hand, stroking it to full hardness. He let out a shaky breath and both hands came down to your hair, making you pause.

"Keep eating, doctor." You teased and his cock twitched. He huffed, but removed one hand, the other threading through your hair. You continued stroking him, then leaned down and enveloped the tip in your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened, but he gave no other indication that he was affected by your ministrations. Which only made you want to try harder. You swallowed him deeper in your mouth, hand stroking the base, then started moving up and down at a slow pace. He let you maintain control for a while, his hand tight on your hair but not pushing you down just yet.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you placed both hands on his thighs and forced yourself down as far as you could without gagging. He let out a choked moan and his hand suddenly forced you down the rest of the way, making your eyes widened as they filled with tears. He let out a low moan as he held you there, even as you dug your nails into his covered thighs. When he finally let you pull off, you coughed lightly, but quickly continued.

"So eager. Do you like sucking me off?" You moaned around his length in agreement, never slowing the bobbing of your head. "I can tell. I bet you're already soaked." He chuckled and your face heated up. You let out a startled moan when he suddenly pushed his leg out between your thighs, pressing it against your core. You took the stimulation greedily, rutting against his leg as you hallowed out your mouth and pressed your tongue against the underside of his length.