#z asks

as you walk down the dimly lit hallways of rhodes hill care center, the gentle click-clack of your shoes is the only sound that tears through the air. you’re on one of the highest floors, away from the beeping of medical devices, gentle murmurs of nurses attending to patients, and occasionally, the yells of god knows what floating up from the basement. you learned to block it out rather quickly; or rather, compartmentalize enough to go on about your day at work.

you had been working at the front desk for a number of months and you were happy with the job; it paid well, was close to home, and the work kept you nicely busy.

oh, and he also worked here.

‘he’ just so happened to be who you were seeking out currently. you caught sight of an ornate set of double wooden doors; the entrance to doctor victor gideon’s private office; he was the director of this center. you swallowed deeply, unable to suppress the cold jitters that traveled from your belly up to your throat. he always made you a bit nervous; who could blame you?

he had always been nothing but kind to you; gently delegating tasks and calmly explaining further if you had questions about the work. you could tell he liked you; purring compliments when you completed assignments earlier than expected, gently clasping your shoulder to signal a conversation ending, and every so often, you swore you’d catch him gazing at you. his attention always made you happy; there was something you found magnetic about the hulking doctor. you’d developed quite the crush on him over the time you had spent at the clinic.

you took a deep breath and knocked gently at his door. after a brief moment, the door popped open by itself; you peeked your top half around the door frame.

“come in, dear.” his soft, deep voice carried across the room.

unable to disobey a direct command from him, you walked inside; the door gently shut behind you.

you walked past tables littered with jars of liquids, stacks of medical papers and ash trays with half-smoked cigars, meeting the doctor in front of his large, wooden desk. he looked up at you, and you felt a shiver go through your body; he wasn’t wearing his usual metal visor. your gaze met his bright greenish-amber eyes, made even brighter by the deep blood-red, almost black sclera around them. he was wearing a cream blouse with a cream tie; doctor’s coat hung on the back of his chair.

“hello miss l/n; to what brings me this pleasure?”

you jumped slightly, losing yourself a bit in his unusual eyes.

“i came to see if there was anything you needed from me before i head out for the night.”

you replied simply; your direct manager had been out sick for a few days and you were helping out with her workload. you wanted doctor gideon to know that you were willing to do hard work; his praises made it worth it.

he tilted his head slightly at you, smiling softly.

“you are very diligent; i’m sure you have completed a more than sufficient amount of work for the day.”

you blushed slightly and smiled; damn, even the little things he said got to you.

“thank you, doctor.”

your eyes found the pile of notes messily covering his desk; it looked like he had been sorting through them. maybe it was the slight cigar smoke still lingering in the air, or the unusually late hour you found yourself staying at the clinic, but you felt a bit of courage in your lower abdomen.

“sir, you’re always working very late. are you sure you don’t need any help?”

you walked around the side of the desk, coming to stop near the arm of his office chair.

“i could help you with your personal research; whatever you need, i wouldn’t mind.”

you bit your lip slightly, wondering if the objectively innocent offer would register with the doctor. he turns his chair slightly towards you.

“whatever i need? is there something you believe i require help with?” he questions, looking up at you.

reading the slight smirk on his lips, you swallowed the fear in your throat and walked forward, striding in between his massive thighs.

“well, a man who works as hard as you needs to relieve stress somehow; i could help you out with that.” you replied lightly.

your fingers caught the knot of his elegant tie; his hand came up to grab yours.

“dear girl, what are you offering? surely, you do not know what you are asking for. i am much older than you; besides, you are under my employment.” he replied, rasping slightly.

you looked up at him; even though you were standing and him sitting, he was slightly above your eye level.

“i know what i’m asking for doctor — let me show you how hard i can work.”

you climbed onto his lap, settling on one of his muscular thighs. he growls lightly; flustered at your confident move. you shift so that your mound straddles the center of his lap. you press down, grinding softly onto him.

before the doctor can register the sight of such a pretty, young thing crawling onto his lap, his eye is captured by your small hand traveling downwards, dipping under the hem of your skirt that was almost completely bunched over your thighs. he swallowed dryly.

your fingers moved across your clothed pussy, pressing down on the mound at the top of your core; you sucked in a quick breath and fluttered your eyes closed as an electric shock coursed through you.

suddenly, you feel rough lips pushing your neck to the side. a large hand comes to grip your waist to anchor you in place, and the other bunches your hair to pull your head back; lips continuing the assault on your neck.

you moaned at the desperation of it; his lips finally made their way to yours. his forked tongue immediately parted your mouth and you were flooded with his taste; slightly sweet and tinged with iron. you opened your lips wider, allowing him to fully explore your pretty mouth. you moaned into the kiss, feeling your panties grow soaked; your fingers returned to your clothed cunt.

the doctor pulled your hand away from your ministrations, hand easily encompassing your lower arm. he quickly pulled you up by the hips, placing you on top of his cluttered desk. you could feel papers sticking to your already sweaty lower back. he pushed your legs open wide, eyes overcome with a focused need; he brought his face to closely hover over your wet core. he breathed in deeply, eyes coming to a close as he soaked in your natural musk; it made you blush.

he opened his eyes and his grip on your thighs tightened; he nuzzled his face into your sopping wet pussy, nose and lips rubbing the fabric deliciously across your swollen cunt. you moaned deeply, fingers finding his silver hair. he gave your panties a broad lick, salivating onto your already very wet underwear. you squeaked at the graphicness of it; it was like he wanted to devour you.

taking your squirming as a sign to keep going, the giant man deftly pulls off your panties, leaving your already very excited pussy bare to his intense gaze. you tried closing your legs as a twinge of embarrassment floated across your mind, but his strong grip kept them easily apart. he chuckled lowly.

“don’t be shy now; you’ve been working hard, i’m going to give you a reward.”

the knot in your pelvis tightens; his words were driving you crazy; you needed him to touch you, now.

you push your legs farther open, brazenly presenting yourself to your boss. jeez, where did any of your shame go?

doctor gideon dips his head back down to your slick hole and begins his work. starting all the way down at your weeping entrance, he licks a stripe up to the top of your hood. it lights a fire in your chest, and you gasp breathlessly at the sudden contact. he sets a hypnotic pace; he’s less licking and more making out with your pussy, sliding his tongue all around your folds and pressing up at your bundle of nerves; giving you a mix of too hard and too soft, keeping you chasing the feeling of your peak.

“f-fuck doctor gideon, you make me feel so good” you moan roughly, barely able to verbalize your pleasure.

suddenly, you feel a dull pressure fill your pussy; you open your eyes and find that the doctor has pushed his large middle finger into your warm center. fuck, how was one finger so big?

between the work his tongue was doing on your clit, and the gigantic finger curling against your warm, tight walls, it didn’t take you long to unravel. you bucked at his palm, pressing his digit deeper into you; you could feel him moan against your cunt, sending vibrations up your core. your legs shuddered with your release; his mouth was the only thing tethering you to reality. your eyes rolled back into your head and you released a tense breath, having been holding it subconsciously. your hands were gripping his hair roughly still, but he didn’t seem to mind. you feel the wave of pleasure begin to crest, and you come slightly back to reality.

the doctor comes up to look at you, licking his lips and fingers and eyes gleaming devilishly. your heart skips a beat at the sight, wondering if this was actually happening right now. he smiles gently at you and cooes:

“what a good girl, your responses are very intriguing and quite… rewarding to the senses.”

you flush again at his words, legs still spread open limply off of his desk. your eyes follow a trail down his torso and come to rest at the bulge between his legs. what was a large mound before had become a strained mass, imprint pressing proudly against the fabric of his cream suit pants. you gulped at the sight, a familiar hunger creeping back into your pelvis.

“doctor, i want to give you a reward; you make me feel so good, i need more.” you purr at him, eyes narrowing with your subtle acknowledgment of this exciting role play.

you extended your bare foot and it came to rest on his clothed cock, stroking slightly. the doctor let out a low breath, adjusting slightly in his chair. his strong grip found your ankle, stopping your teasing touch.

“are you sure, sweet girl? it might be too much for you to handle.” he asked gently, words betraying nothing but genuine concern.

you hop down from the desk and straddle his lap again, placing your messy cunt directly onto him. he hissed, hips bucking involuntarily; you smiled up at him and laced your arms around his neck, still elated from your orgasm.

“i’m sure. i want you to stuff that huge dick in me and make me yours.” you whisper the words deliciously, loving the effect you rile out of the normally composed man.

he tightens his grip on your thighs and lifts you suddenly, as if you weighed nothing. you press closer to his chest, finding he had undone his tie at some point in the session, his cream dress shirt jutting open and revealing his scarred chest. you lick at his exposed skin, enjoying the salty, musky taste.

he carries you to his canopy bed in the room attached to his personal office and wastes no time in spreading your legs missionary style. your hands hook behind your knees to keep in position as the older man unbuckles his leather belt; heavy cock spilling out of his dress pants as soon as his zipper opens. your mouth falls open at the sight; his dick angles downwards with the weight of itself, his strong hand held the huge member, stroking slowly. your mouth went dry in anticipation of this path you had chosen; for the first time, the implications of your boldness set in. you were never going to be the same after tonight.

he steps forward, setting his monstrous cock on top of your pubic mound as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. you do the same, removing your blouse and wriggling out of the skirt that had become a belt during his attention earlier. you sat up on your elbows, admiring the sight before you; although most people would find the doctor off-putting, you found him so dangerously handsome. his silver hair lay messily tucked behind his ears, a few strands falling forward into his eyes and his forked tongue flicking over his cracked but plush lips.

he started moving against your center, slicking up his cock in the combination of your cum and his spit. the feeling made your chest catch fire again; no matter the implications, you needed the mad doctor in your guts, like yesterday. placing your hand on top of his dick, you slightly curled your fingers around him, providing pressure on the top of him; he groans in pleasure.

he lines the head of his cock up with your entrance; holy shit, this was it.

you feel a dull, invasive stretch as the first couple of inches sink into your soaked cunt. you cry out; it feels even bigger than it looks. doctor gideon leans over you, and roughly spits onto the remaining length of his dick, providing extra lubrication as his cock pushes deeper into your ribbed walls. your heads spins; you’ve never felt anything close to this; you feel so full, and yet there was somehow more to take.

the doctor encircles your legs with his forearms, burying inside of you to the hilt until his full member was pressed into you; you swear you can feel it in your belly. after what feels like a lifetime, the towering man starts moving back and forth into you, starting with a slow pace that feels both punishing and relieving. doctor gideon’s hands replace your own, opening your legs wide enough for him to easily impale you on his cock; your arms flop above your head, unable to do much at the moment.

the motion of being filled than emptied is addictive; you find yourself drooling with how overwhelming the pleasure is. just when you feel like it might be too much, you feel yourself emptied for longer than usual; you focus your attention back on the doctor. he narrows his eyes at you and moves quickly to flip you onto your stomach. you squeak, flopping onto your belly and arching your back to present your ass to him.

giving you no time to get comfortable, he picks you up from the hips, bringing your wet pussy back up to his cock head; he pushes into you with much less caution then the first time. you yell out, surprised with the desperation the doctor is showing. he fucks into you, rutting deeply into your abused walls and gripping the hell out of your hips and ass. okay, you could definitely feel it in your belly now. you lose yourself into the rhythm of his strokes, body feeling like jelly and relishing in the feeling of being used as a vessel. your second orgasm builds steadily and it takes a stroke in just the right spot to send you into orgasmic bliss.

you clench down on his cock; mouth moaning a combination of his name and compliments to his physique:

“mmm— doctor gideon it’s s’big, f-fuck” you slur.

your orgasm takes the feeling of your tight walls to an almost impossible vice grip; this makes the doctor yell out hoarsely, the warm pressure is too much. with a few final, erratic slams into you, the doctor buries himself fully into you and spills his thick cum directly into your womb. you can feel the sticky seed filling you, adding to the already astonishing wetness that covers your lower half. the feeling of it dripping out of you made you shiver.

feeling curious, your fingers find your wet core and scoop some of his seed into your hand; you bring it to your mouth and lick up his creamy liquid; it tastes like, well, cum; but with a hint of iron, a taste you were quickly learning to associate with him. his eyes widen slightly at your unashamed sexuality.

the doctor sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes still trailing over your body, as he catches his breath; it made you smile to know you were the source of his undoing. you crawl over to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing up his neck and licking the side of his ear; you decide to play with him some more.

“you dirty old man, fucking your little secretary & filling her up with cum… ready for round 2?” you murmur to him.

it’s the first time you’ve truly caught doctor gideon off guard; his head whips towards you and he looks almost shocked. he’s not used to any sort of sexual or romantic attention, much less such overtly enthusiastic attention from a hot, crazy, little thing like you. you swear you can see a tinge of pink coloring his pallid face. he chuckles, almost in disbelief:

“you have no clue what you do to me, sweet girl — i’ll show you dirty…”

note: holy shit i got carried tf away.. i know i said just drabbles/headcanons but this request just really aligned with what i already wanted to write, so please enjoy ;)