while typically one to restrain herself when looking for results and trying to get through her work, it all comes crashing down when you start to nag at her — or rather.. look for ways to catch her attention.

it started off easy, with you walking by a few times carrying the cliché stack of papers to place somewhere before tripping over nothing and allowing them to scatter all over the floor. first you dropped to your knees, sighing and whining mostly to yourself, but loud enough to be within earshot, and then bending over to get the last of the documents a little further away.

if you were in a dress or skirt — best believe you made sure that you wore your prettiest pair of lingerie on the off chance that your boss was looking. and trust, she was — she most certainly was, even if she looked completely engrossed in her work, those crimson eyes were burning holes through that crow-like mask.

but even if you weren’t wearing anything like that, and were just in some pants or shorts, she was still looking, and the hold she had on her pen was getting progressively tighter. it could almost give underneath her strength, and honestly- you could only sit there and wish that was your neck.

the next occurrence was something utterly stupid — a paper cut. yes, those silly files had nicked you right on the index finger of your dominant hand, and what did you do?

well, you approached the doctor for support in these trying times. that’s what she was additionally there for, apart from the experiments she was usually running.

what good was a doctor that didn’t know first aid?

and of course, she relented when you gave her that pathetic stare of yours, batting your lashes despite the tears that clung to them ( you made sure to muster those up real quick ). how could she refuse when you looked at her as if she knew or was your answer to every question?

she had no choice but to pat her lap and permit you to sit on her thigh while she treated the sliver of skin that broke- but the position was.. not enough.

that’s where the next thing happened, and that was straddling her thigh under the guise of wanting to make access slightly more easier — but it didn’t stop there. no, you were a greedy little thing, playing coy and thinking she wouldn’t take notice of you grinding and rubbing against her.

she did — she knew exactly what you were doing and which territory this was heading into. the paper cut could have been treated so easily within the comfort of your workspace, but you made the trek to have her do it instead. so it was clear what you wanted, but she wasn’t going to let you win and keep her from her work. so she cleaned the tiny wound, applying a bandaid and kissing it better to send you on your merry way, but you wouldn’t get off.

you clung to her with a low whine, burying your face into her neck in protest as you attempted to move the leg between hers to rub along her clothed clit, and that.. that was the last straw.

it all happened too quick to fully piece together, but you were suddenly lifted off her lap and pushed down against the nearby examination table by a rather.. frustrated harbinger.

sexually speaking, not so much angry. though she was impressed with your persistence on getting her attention, and although she was ready to drag this out more — to have you cry and beg for what you want, clearly you didn’t care to do that.

but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get those results out of you.

clothes tumbled piece by piece onto the ground as she captured one leg in her hand, lifting your hips to line with hers as she grinned down at you. “you truly could not wait, could you? zipping around, pretending i wouldn’t notice — but i knew from the scatter of papers what you were trying to do.” she chuckled out slowly, pressing down hard enough to get a sharp gasp out of you — needy and high in pitch.

that was only the beginning, however, as dottore rubbed her clit against your own — powerful and hard, with the intention of overwhelming you to the point of forgetting even your own name with how fogged up your mind had become.

it made her smile to see you break so easily underneath her, the cries that spilled from your lips like music to her ears. you wanted this, after all, and she was going to continue to remind you of that.

until the sun came up.

notes. still on vacation so i’m just going through the backlog a little of stuff that i had drafted. wanted to finish this before pride month ended tho🗣️ thank you again for the request! hope you enjoyed<3

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