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This whole thing started because you’d caught him staring at you last week.
You had been working on one of the devices in the lab at Octavius Industries, reviewing the prosthetic’s hardware for what felt like the hundredth time. Somebody from the grant committee was supposed to drop by in a few days to discuss funding and Doctor Octavius had been insistent on triple-checking everything. So, between you, Peter Parker, and the doctor himself, you were making sure everything was going to be perfect to seal the deal for that grant money.
When, one day, you finally noticed.
You had looked up to check if Doctor Octavius was still in the lab - it was almost time for your lunch break and you two usually took your break together to eat and chat - and saw that he was already looking back at you through the glass window that let him see out into the lab from his office, a dreamy smile on his face. Then you watched as the realization hit that you were actually looking back at him.
You watched as his whole face turned bright red. whipping his head to look intently at his computer monitor. You had blushed as well before turning back to finish up your work. Just moments later, the two of you took your lunch break together and the doctor had acted like nothing had even happened.
You already knew there was an issue of wanting to date a man much older than yourself - not to mention that the man in question was your boss , for fuck’s sake - but you couldn’t help it. You had fallen - and fallen hard - for Doctor Otto Octavius. Applying to work at his research lab had been the best thing to happen to you in a long time. You were almost positive that every time you looked at him, you were the personification of that emoji that has hearts for eyes. He was brilliant, kind, and somehow was adorable yet handsome at the same time.
As much as you had enjoyed the attention and the beautiful blush that had lit up the doctor’s face, you were sure the whole “staring at each other” thing was going to be a one-time deal. He had zoned out while thinking about something or other and had accidentally kept his eyes focused on you while doing it. Not a big deal. You’d zoned out while staring at people before, even strangers in public, many times. It was a thing that happened.
But then you found yourself actually catching him staring frequently as if catching him once had been enough to make you notice him doing it all the time, as if you had unlocked a sixth sense about the whole ordeal.
You’d be working on fixing the prosthetics or reading up on a competitor’s technology or filling out lab reports and, out of the corner of your eye, you’d see Doctor Octavius looking at you. He’d always blush and look away without fail whenever you actually decided to return the eye contact, the attention making your face run hot as well.
You were too anxious to confront him about it or make a move to test the waters and he never said anything to you about it whenever you two would talk to each other. So nothing happened. The two of you continued the dance of making eye contact with each other and saying jack shit about it, pretending that you two totally weren’t locking eyes and getting flustered about it constantly.
It had been a couple of weeks since the initial moment but, finally, Mary Jane Watson had had enough.
“Dude, you really should tell him how you feel,” MJ groaned, scrubbing a hand over her face. “You’re making everything worse for yourself, unnecessarily stressing yourself out by not saying anything.”
You and MJ finally had the same day off again after what had felt like an eternity, so the two of you decided to meet at your favorite spot for lunch. You two had met through Peter not long after you started working for Doctor Octavius and quickly became close friends, her bubbly personality infectious and always able to get you out of a bad mood. Even in the aftermath of you spilling your guts to her about your feelings for the doctor after you had drunk one too many discount-bin wine coolers at your apartment, she hadn’t judged you and only tried to steer you in a positive direction. It was something you really loved and appreciated about her.
Even right now when she was staring at you through squinted eyes and furrowed eyebrows because you were, once again, trying to delay the confrontation.
“MJ, I know ,” you said through gritted teeth. You stared down at the few fries left on your plate. Managing to put off this discussion until after you had almost finished eating was a blessing - the idea of eating right now while your stomach was in knots over this whole situation was unappealing. “It’s not just… that easy. He’s much older than me and he’s my boss and what would people think? I mean, Christ, what would Peter think?”
At this, MJ rolls her eyes. “Do you really think Peter gives a shit? He really likes working with you and being your friend. Plus he knows what Octavius is like,” the woman replied after a sip of her drink. “Peter wants him to be happy just as much as he wants you to be happy. You both mean a ton to him.”
You let out a sigh that morphed into a groan of agony as your face fell into your hands. You couldn’t argue with her there. Peter had made that overly obvious to you in conversations between the two of you when you spent time together outside of the lab.
“Alright, look,” MJ started, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can keep Peter from going to the lab tomorrow. If you don’t tell Octavius how you feel by tomorrow night and I don’t hear about it through a text, I’m marching in there and telling him myself and then locking you two in his office until something happens.” You looked at her, mortified. You knew MJ. She’d actually go through with that. You’d only known her for a short time, but you knew that once she set her mind to something, she’d see it through to the end come hell or high water.
“Jesus, MJ, alright, fine,” you relented.
MJ, looking quite pleased with herself, gave you a satisfied smirk. “Good,” she said. A little bell suddenly came from MJ’s phone from where she’d left it on the table. She looked down at her phone with a sigh. “Ugh. Duty calls. I gotta head out. Don’t forget. If you don’t tell him, I’m pulling an all-nighter and making a PowerPoint presentation with the texts you’ve sent me thirsting about him.”
Your entire body felt like it’d been doused in gasoline and set ablaze, MJ laughing as she waved to you and exited the restaurant. Your head fell back down into your hands, gripping and pulling slightly at your hair in frustration.
Well, it’s do or die now.
*~*~*
You shot MJ a text to let her know you were on your way to work and that you had come up with a plan. She messaged back wishing you luck alongside at least a dozen emojis, making you chuckle to yourself from where you were sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You looked at yourself in the mirror of your car's visor, your heart rate spiking. God, you were actually going through with this after weeks of pining your little heart out.
For all you knew, you were about to make a fool out of yourself to your boss. If you somehow got fired from your lab assistant position for this, then so be it. But if MJ showed Doc that PowerPoint she’d threatened you with, you were moving to a different planet not just to a different career path.
You entered the lab where you saw Doctor Octavius messing with the prosthetic prototype, his back towards you.
“Ah, I’m so glad you’re here,” he called to you from where he was fiddling with the machine again. “Peter isn’t coming in today. Said he had something to do with Mary Jane. Not much left to do anyway besides diagnostic tests before the folks from the grant committee come. So it’ll be just you and m-”
“I know you’ve been staring at me, Doc,” you cut him off, finding your voice. “You think I haven’t seen you, haven’t noticed, but I have.” At your words, Doctor Octavius immediately spun around to look at you, dropping his equipment for the prosthetic. You were a good distance away from him at the moment, but you could see a crimson red blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck.
“W-Whatever do you mean?! No, I have not!” Doctor Octavius sputtered. Yeah, you had a feeling this was how this was going to go. You took shaky steps toward him, crossing the room until you were just inches apart. He was just slightly taller than you, your head tilting up to stare him dead in the eyes.
“If… If I told you that I liked the fact that you’ve been staring at me… how would you react?” you asked, your voice lowered to the volume of a whisper. It took a second, but you watched as the doctor’s eyes widened and his blush creeped even farther down his neck.
“You… really feel that way?”
“Yes, Doctor Octavius. I know it’s probably wrong of me to feel this way, but I do have feelings for you and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t,” you reply.
Now that you've found your courage, you lean up and kiss him on the lips.
It’s gentle, chaste even, but it’s passionate enough that it makes you feel like every nerve in your body is on fire. He hesitates for a moment, probably unsure what to think at first, but soon, he grabs your hands in his and is kissing you back. (In the back of your mind, you make a mental note to buy MJ that really expensive camera she'd been wanting.)
Suddenly, Doctor Octavius pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, looking down at you.
“I've fe-felt the s-same about you. I... I was so scared you'd think I... I was terrible. Just a foolish old man with feelings for someone out of his league. And I couldn't help but be drawn in by your beauty... but knowing you feel this way about me... p-please… I want this so much. I want y-you to call me Otto.” He was babbling this confession to you and you felt your cheeks becoming even hotter. Before he could say anything else, you press your mouth against his again. His lips parts against yours to deepen your kiss this time around and you take that opportunity to slip your tongue against his. The doctor lets out an audible groan. His teeth clack against yours for a split second, but you don't even care. This is what you've wanted, what you've dreamt of, what your heart desired the most.
You pull back and look him in his eyes. His whole face is flushed, his forehead slightly damp and his mouth open and panting. He looks so good like this, you decide.
“Do… you want to move this to your office... Otto?” you ask, running your hand up his chest. The doctor nods furiously and quickly leads you by the hand into the room. He closes the door behind you, immediately pressing you against it and kissing you again. One of his hand threads through your hair while one settles on your hip, his big hands on you driving your arousal just a little higher.
You shrug off your lab-coat and toss it to the side. Your mouth pulls off of Otto’s for but a moment only so you can pull the t-shirt you’d been wearing up and off of your body. He stares at your chest, his eyes wide again. Slowly, he kneels down onto the ground, your mind running wild with what he wants to do. The doctor’s warm hands start unbuttoning your jeans and while he works on your zipper, you kick off your shoes, throwing them in the same direction as your shirt. Your bra follows immediately behind it.
He helps you out of your pants and then you’re suddenly aware you’re practically naked, now in only your underwear, in front of him while he’s still fully clothed. You feel your core throb at this revelation. One of his fingers runs up your slit, feeling how wet you are. Otto lets out a little groan as he does so.
“You’re… this turned on for me?” His voice is low and incredulous as he pulls his own lab-coat off. To hear him be like this - all for you - is almost making you dizzy.
“Yes,” you breathe. He gives you a smile before leaning in and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and you let out a loud moan. As his tongue laps at your chest, you feel a hand come up to push your panties to the side. A whimper escapes your mouth when you feel him rub at your clit.
"Otto... pl-please, I need m-more." His mouth moves from one nipple to the other, giving the other one the same attention. His teeth nip at the bud lightly, pulling another ragged moan from you. God, if he didn't stop, you were sure to cum right then and there. Feeling his fingers dip into your slit to clumsily rub you, searching out your entrance, was just enough friction to tease you and bring you closer to the edge. You could feel your legs tense and start to shake, your orgasm approaching. Then, suddenly, he was pulling away from you. You let out a high-pitched whine that was supposed to be his name but came out as a garbled mess instead.
Gazing down at him, all that could come to your mind was that he looks so hot like this, you could pass out right there. His pupils are wide, his mouth wet with spit from the love he had given to your chest. He slips his sweater off of his torso, revealing the slightly-chubby stomach you'd dreamed of covering in kisses more than once. You watch as he leans in and presses kisses to your own stomach, making you blush madly. His hands run up and down your thighs as he presses his lips to your body. His mouth dipped below your navel to press a kiss to just above the line of your panties, sending your mind into overdrive. The mere idea of his mouth on your wet pussy was-
"You are so wonderful. So beautiful. I can't believe you have... feelings for me." His utterance tore you from your thoughts of him eating you out and brought you back to the real world. You felt your eyes tear up. He was making you feel so utterly loved and cherished and you desperately wanted to make sure he knew that you really, truly, deeply cared for him as well. Then an idea pops into your head.
You take the doctor's hand and lead him to the chair that's at his desk in his office and push him gently until he's sitting down. You pull off his belt and help him out of his slacks, leaving him in only the pair of dark gray boxers. You noticed, even in his underwear, his now-hard cock was twitching every few seconds, precome leaking through the fabric. You dip your head forward and lick a long stripe up his cock through his underwear, even taking a second to lap at the precome seeping out of the fabric, and the doctor lets out a loud curse.
You pull his cock out from his underwear, instantly drooling at how thick it is. Just as you were about to enact you plan, you realize you left your wallet that contained a packet of lube and a condom in it - thank any deity that would listen that you remembered to put that in there just for today - inside one of the pockets of your lab-coat so you quickly scramble off of the floor to grab it. Otto just looks at you curiously until you hold up the little foil package the condom was in and as soon as his eyes fall on it, his whole face goes bright red again. You pad back across the room and return to your place on the floor. You give a few more licks up his cock, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head. The doctor's head falls back against the headrest of his chair and he stares up at the ceiling. You quickly rip the condom out of the package and roll it onto Otto's fat dick, which makes the older man's gaze shoot back down to look at you. You squeeze the lube from the packet onto your palm before pumping his cock with your hand to lube him up. As soon as you're done, you wipe your hand on your leg and climb into the doctor's lap.
"Are you ready?" you lean down to murmur into his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He starts sputtering and trying to find his words, but you shut him up with another kiss. As you deepen the kiss, you grab his dick and line it up with your entrance. You pull back and look at him in the eyes as you sink down onto his cock slowly. When you finally sheath his cock inside of you, he pulls back from your kiss and lets his head fall onto your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your collar before he manages to get out, "You're... you're going to kill me at this rate, darling."
You huff out a giggle. Your hands go to his shoulders and the doctor's settle on your hips. Slowly, you slide upwards and then sink yourself back down onto him. From this position and how big he was, he was perfectly hitting your sweet spot, the spot in you that has you seeing stars in your vision. Otto lets out a moan of your name as you start to fuck yourself on him, your hips twitching every time you come down. You know you're going to be sore tomorrow, but muscles be damned. All your brain could think of was making Otto and yourself cum and how incredibly fucking hot this was.
It didn't take long before the doctor strung together some sounds, the only ones you were able to make out were "cum" and "my dear". You were close to the edge yourself, you had felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching building in the pit of your stomach for a while now. Suddenly, his hands gripped your hips tightly, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your sides, and he gave small, shallow thrusts up into you, meeting your own movements halfway.
"Otto... please... gonna cum for you, want to feel your cum in me, fuck me... Otto..." you groaned.
You felt the coil snap inside of you and you came hard, clenching around the older man's cock, riding out your orgasm. A few more shallow thrusts into you and Otto moaned out your name so loudly, you were willing to bet people outside of the laboratory could hear it. But you really couldn't find it in you to care in your post-orgasm high.
The doctor's arms shifted and he was now hugging your waist loosely. You looked down at him, his forehead even more damp with sweat, his eyes almost glazed over. You press a kiss to the tip of his nose which seems to shake him out of his blissed-out state.
"Wow... just... incredible," he said. You blushed a little and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your face against his sweat-slicked skin. That was probably the best sex you'd ever had in your life.
"So... you free for dinner tonight?" you ask, your breath washing over his skin. The older man lets a laugh rumble out of his chest and he presses a kiss to your head.
"I'd be honored to accompany you, love."
You smiled against him.
Yeah, you definitely were getting MJ that camera.