#dottocest

Just a small Drabble about 18 who jerks off so. Fucking. Much.

He’s definitely the most hormonal out of the adult segments, and let’s say this is before Prime gives his segments the green light to have his lover as well.

The segments get a few breaks between experiments, and without fail every time, 18 disappears from the lab entirely. Some assume he’s just getting some fresh air, and others know much better. Once he’s gone from the lab, he’s coming back looking a little more flushed and sweaty than when he left.

He’ll lock himself away in his quarters and fuck his fist to the thought of whatever arousing fantasy happened to overtake his mind that particular day. Sometimes he thought about Prime’s lover. Sometimes Pantalone. Sometimes the other segments.

He’d stroke himself into overstimulation a lot of the time, knowing he wouldn’t really get another chance to do this the rest of the day, just fisting his poor, weeping dick until it stung to touch even slightly.

He had a nasty habit of hiding behind corners when Prime was getting sexy with his love (or, contrarily, the other segments with each other), cover his mouth, and fuck his fist to the sounds of moans and the slaps of skin coming together, imagining himself between whomever was getting him off in that moment. He wanted to fuck and get fucked so badly.

He could see himself on top of Prime’s spouse, watching his cock disappear into their needy hole while pinning their arms down to either side of the bed. At the same time, he wished that Prime would put him in his place and fuck him hard and raw while he was bent all the way over, growling in his ear about how naughty it is to eavesdrop.

His lab boners were endless too. He’d try to hide them away beneath tables or by shifting his position when he was working, but the other segments (delightfully) noticed, exchanging amused glances with one another.

They’d find cracked doors where 18, bottomless, was humping a pillow and drooling on she sheets while he whimpered different names each time, sometimes trying to finger his own hole while stroking his cock with his other hand.

18’s slutty habits were starting to rub off on the other segments, who would moan a little extra loud or fuck a little extra rough if they sensed him nearby, especially if he was eavesdropping and thought he was being slick about it.

Pairs of underwear from segments, prime, and his spouse would randomly go missing too, only to be found in his laundry covered in dried cum. The pervert was sneaking into their rooms too!

Dottore and his segments didn’t really have a need for basic human functions. Sleeping, eating, or drinking water only got in the way and hindered their research progress. That isn’t to say that they couldn’t do it, but rather, it was unnecessary.

On particularly stressful days such as this one, Dottore may lay down for a much deserved nap in his office before resuming his work shortly after. Stress only lead to emotional outbursts and a foggy memory, so why not start fresh? After all, it’s best to work effectively.

Pinching the hooked bridge of his nose, Dottore laid the stack of documents back onto his desk with a fluttery thud. A few stray papers scattered on to the floor, much to his frustration, as he bent down to scrape them off of the ground and place them back on his desk where they rightfully belong. “Yes, I could indulge myself this once..” he thought.

The dark wooden floorboards creaked as Dottore made his way over to the lavish couch that resided just to the left of his office desk. The burgundy cushions, ever-inviting, dipped under his body weight as he shimmied his body to be more comfortable; the tension slowly left his visage, and lulled him into a deep sleep.

Unfortunately for him, his frustration and active imagination didn’t seem to blend well in his slumber. Combined with the less than adequate sleeping arrangement, it was bound to end in disaster. He was well aware of this possibility, but took the chance anyway.

Truth be told, Dottore seldom dreamed. When he did, it was mostly going over projects he was eager to complete, his rather unpleasant time at the Akademiya, and things of the like. It was even more rare for him to have dreams spurred by pent-up arousal. Today was a unique occasion.

His dreams came in nonsensical, blurry fragments. The swell of breasts, a high pitched mewl, his cock disappearing in between someone’s thighs. The visuals nearly startled him. Dottore couldn’t quite tell who he was even coupling with, but whoever it is was certainly enjoying his company.

It was like he could almost feel them. Feel the way they clenched around his length, feel their supple body against his, feel the vibrations of their moans. And at some points, he could see them; but in a typical dreamlike fashion, it was nonsense.

Sometimes it was you, positively writhing underneath Dottore’s body, your damp eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him ruining you. Your full body bouncing with every thrust he gave you, wanting and desperate from his touch. He was even able to hear your high pitched moans as he plundered the apex of your thighs.

Other times, it was Pantalone—his shaft pressed up against Dottore’s as they rubbed their two cocks together feverishly. The “smell” of cigarettes still lingered in the shared air between them, clinging onto the musk of the banker’s skin and hair. Amusingly enough, Dottore still relished the deep grunts he elicited from him in his unconscious state.

And infrequently, it was another segment. He had only seen it pass by his vision once or twice, but he knew it would be seared into his memory. Dottore isn’t all too involved in how the other segments interact with each other—Omega, especially—but now he couldn’t help but wonder if they had done something like this with one another.

Would that be masturbation?

It nearly felt disturbing to be able to hear his own sounds and feel his own body underneath his build, but it didn’t exactly..disgust him in the way he thought it might. What had induced such a lewd unconscious mind? Maybe that was worth looking into privately.

Throughout his dreamscape, all he was doing and thinking about was sex. Dottore could feel every sensation, hear every sound, every squelch, every jerk, every squirm. It almost felt real. With an aroused vigor, he zoned in on his impending orgasm with whoever it may be underneath him. Fuck, he could feel the way his dick twitched at the friction, his hips stuttering—

Until he was awoke with firm shakes to the forearm, that is. Frustratingly enough, Segment 25 was standing over him with a bland, yet vaguely disgruntled expression as he tightly gripped Dottore’s shoulder blade.

“Have you completed the medical examination reports?” 25 asked curtly. Although he deliberately conversed with Dottore, he seemed rather avoidant and eager to leave the room. “No, if it were really so important, I would have already completed it, no?” he replied, his voice tinged with ire.

Scuttling away, 25 looked at him through the lenses of his glasses, pushing them up higher on his nose. “I ask that you complete them when you’re not…preoccupied.” And with that, he promptly exited the room and swiftly shut the door behind him. What could have possibly made him so skittish?

Dottore sat up from his initial sleeping position, only to feel a sticky sensation towards the seam of his pants. It was then that he realized the dream felt so..sensational for a reason. Deplorable. Utterly shameful and disgraceful.

Maybe it would be in his best interest to add a deadbolt to his office door.

- Dottore values his work sm more than the reader

- The readers neglected and not in a good place

- Dottores like deranged (shocker)

- The readers goodbye gift is burning his work and papers with her inside the building too

Please help yall🥹

I remember eating it UP like 4 years ago