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Your feet ache as you briskly walk down the streets of the concrete jungle in stilettos. New York City was never kind to the overdressed pedestrian. The company you work for recently partnered with Oscorp, one of the most prestigious chemical science firms in the world, on a recent project— Somehow, you end up heading to the after party of the debut, held at their headquarters. It shouldn’t really come as a surprise, as your insight and innovation was crucial to the project… However, doubting your scientific abilities seemed to always be a knack of yours despite your impending PhD.
Your friends and coworkers scamper down the street ahead of you, warm with tingles of excitement… and plenty of alcohol. While your contribution to the Oscorp collaboration was no small feat, your attendance at work (or lack thereof) left you on thin ice with your superiors. Bring the responsible adult you are, you identify yourself as the designated driver and caregiver of your friends for the night. Risk is awfully intriguing, but the last thing you need right now is to be out of a job.
One by one, your friends haphazardly can their work ID badges and heave through the revolving glass door of Oscorp headquarters. Secretly, you’d like one of them to keep spinning in a drunken stupor to bring some excitement to your sober night of business. Reaching your hands out for the door, a burly arm blocks your grip. “No scan, no entry, miss,” a security guard warns. You attempt to scan again, looking ahead for your friends to vouch for you, but they’re already heading towards the ballroom, snagging drinks from a cocktail waiter on the way. You pull out your phone in an attempt to educate the guard on your importance to the project (and end the conversation without making too much of a scene).
You hear cameras shuttering and voices clamoring behind you. Shit, you swear under your breath. Not like this was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Taking your gaze of annoyance off the security guard, you realize you’re suddenly swarmed by paparazzi. What the fuck? I’m important to the project but not important enough for solo press coverage. You gasp as a cold hand slides along the small of your back. A husky voice appears at your side, and none other than Norman Osborn, co-founder of Oscorp, plants himself at your side.
“There you are, dear, I was afraid I lost you in the crowd,” he says, pulling you close to him. “I apologize for the scene,” the man starts, turning to the guard, “Not much I can do to stop them from herding me around. Let us in, if you please.” Norman cocks his head, his voice lilting as he charms the guard.
“Of course, Dr. Osborn, and please forgive me for the delay, ma’am. Right this way,” the guard stammers, ushering you in.
Osborn escorts you forward, heading toward the ballroom, keeping his eyes ahead. “It’s wonderful to meet you, sir, thank you for helping me out there,” you say softly, glancing up at him.
“Of course,” he returns swiftly, taking his hand off of your waist and offering his arm instead. “Someone as important to the debut as yourself shouldn’t be let outside just because of a technical error of my wrongdoing. Forgive me.”
“Oh,” you start, “No worries. I appreciate it. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you help me?”
“I’m not allowed to help someone in need?” he says as he darts his eyes in your direction, scanning you in his peripheral vision.
“No, i-it’s not just that,” you stammer. “It feels like there was… another reason.” He stops and looks at you fully for the first time. You hear a small gasp escape his lips as his eyes flicker around your features. He inhales, about to speak, but pauses, holding his breath as his blue eyes pierce yours.
“Oh!” he explains, snapping out of his daze, “I, ehm, saw you walking with your friends. You’re the DD, aren’t you?” he asks, then smiles as you nod. “There, then. It would be irresponsible of me to let your drunk friends party without a DD, now wouldn’t it?” he asks, his gaze lingering. Damn.
“Yes… that’s very true. Thank you for your care, Dr. Osborn.”
“Please… Norman. Call me Norman.”
“Norman,” you blush, correcting yourself. “I’m (Y/N).”
“I know. Wonderful to finally meet you, (Y/N).”
“Well… I must be going, so sorry to interrupt your evening.”
“Oh no, dear, you’re not interrupting anything. I’m here for show, mostly,” he says, chuckling and straightening his suit. “You know, I’m something of a scientist myself.” You laugh playfully, placing your hand over your chest. His eyes flicker, following your hand, then quickly return to your soft features. The pair of you walk side-by-side through the ballroom and find a table on the edge of the dance floor so you can keep an eye on your friends. You snack on cocktail appetizers and seltzers as you discuss the project and its implications on emerging research.
“(Y/N)!!” your friend shouts, scurrying over towards you from the dance floor. “I’ve been looking for you all night, where have you been? I-… Oh! Hello, Dr. Osborn, it’s incredible to meet you. I’m (F/N),” they stammer, flustered in front of the famous scientist.
“Pleased to meet you,” Norman replies, nodding politely as he folds his hands together on top of the table.
“Hate to bother, I’ll see you tomorrow then, (Y/N)?” (F/N) says with a sly smirk. Your eyes widen, hoping Norman didn’t notice what they were insinuating.
“No! There’s no way I’m leaving you alone. You need a DD,” you remind, shoving their shoulder lightly. Your eyes scream at them, Watch what you say! Don’t blow this!
“I’m sobering up, I promise. I’ll get the rest of the group home.” As the two of you bicker, Norman searches for a place to interject.
“If I may, (Y/N), Oscorp has been testing a new product that would be able to help here,” he explains, searching through his jacket pockets. “It will identify your blood alcohol content based on the reaction your body has to the chemical cocktail in this paper strip. If you’d like to try, (F/N)?” he shrugs. “Just hold it on your tongue for five seconds.”
“Hell, anything to ease this one’s mind,” they say, gesturing to you obnoxiously. Norman passes them the small strip of paper. They do as instructed, wincing at the bitter taste until it goes away. Though (F/N) is at the center of the experiment, Norman’s eyes still lie on you. You glance over at him to judge his reactions to the product, and make eye contact. It’s as if his gaze is burning into you, trying to pick your brain and decipher your desires. “Hey, Mr. Osborn, my head’s starting to hurt a little, is that normal?” they ask.
“Yes,” he responds quickly, never taking his eyes off you. “It will subside in seconds. You’re sober.” You look at your friend incredulously and they grab their things and leave quietly, noticing the tension.
“That was… very impressive, Dr. Osborn,” you note, licking your lips quickly and breaking his gaze.
“Norman,” he reminds you, straightening his jacket.
“I know,” you tease, clearing your throat. He exhales breathlessly and you feel your cheeks get a bit hotter. Geez, what’s going on with you? “Tell me how that product works.”
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Norman tsks, buttoning his jacket. “Why don’t we discuss it over a drink?”
“I’m driving home, I can’t.” You shake your head.
“I’m sure I can arrange you a car, (Y/N)… Or a place to stay for the night,” he assures, outstretching his hand. Was this an invitation? Just plain manners? Either way, you accept meekly and head towards the bar, Norman in tow.
~~~
“Wait, wait!” you exclaim, brandishing your third drink and playfully slapping your hand on his arm. “Your son, Harry Osborn, graduated just one year after me? At the same high school?”
“Apparently so, that’s right,” he laughs. He finishes his fourth drink, passing it to the bartender as he slides a tip along with it, signaling for one last round. “Better stay on your best behavior through all these drinks, I’m old enough to be your father, (Y/N).” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. Was that a joke or an idea?
Damn, you think. That really puts things into perspective. You blink as your eyes become heavy, this last drink pushing you to relax into a drunken daze. You’ve been flirting with Norman the whole night, and he’s obviously much too old for you. Truthfully, it should discourage you, but it only spurs you on. You feel a warmth in your belly and a tingling in your heart. Biting your lip at the thought of his flirtatious reciprocations, you notice his eyes darken with the promise of intimacy as he traces his lips with his tongue. “No promises,” you tease, as you finish your last drinks together.
“Oh my god, I love this song,” you exclaim as the music shifts. You grab his arm and head towards the dance floor, the man reluctantly holding back.
“I’m not much of a dancer, (Y/N),” Norman chuckles, shaking his head.
“Alright then, let me take the lead. If that’s alright?” You step close to him and his breath hitches as your chests brush together.
“Y-yes. Sure.”
You’re positively glowing after just a few drinks. Your fingers entwine, his calloused palms scratching against your softer ones. You begin to sway, Norman following slightly off rhythm. He begins to pick things up, giving you a spin and placing a hand on your waist. He picks it up nervously, just ghosting over your form. “Is… this okay?”
Your hand meets his and moves it back into place. You nod, your eyes boring hotly into his own. Jesus, he was entrancing. You wanted him. You didn’t care how or why. You needed him. He spins you once more and you pull back, placing your back against his chest, lightly dancing on him. The crowd was large enough, no one would be able to tell what’s going on. Norman gasps at your forward move and recoils slightly, uncertain. “Please,” you whisper, turning your head slightly towards him. “It’s okay.”
Steadily, his hands skirt over your hips, inviting you closer. You rub against his warmth, and feel a hardness growing between his legs. Tilting your head back, you sigh, baring your neck. His hand flinches towards your flesh, but retracts itself and grips your hip, almost bruisingly. As you grind against him lightly, he whimpers, pulling you closer and burying his face in your hair. You turn towards him and place your hands on his chest, sharing a lustful gaze.
Tilting your head, you lean up to finally kiss him, whining as he briskly places his fingers over your mouth. “Not here,” he declines. His face twitches and muscles tense. You grab his bicep questioningly and he turns, briskly leading you out of the atrium, towards the private elevator to his penthouse. Practically dragging you behind him without a word, you panic slightly, turning back to ensure no one is following you.
“Eyes forward,” he demands. Whoa. What the fuck was that? It came from his lips, but didn’t sound like him— it was much more raspy and aggressive. His nails dig into your wrist as he repeatedly presses the elevator button, breathing shakily and harshly. You feel a wetness pool between your legs at his assertiveness and your own uncertainty about the situation. After what seems like an eternity, the elevator door opens. He tugs you inside and you hiss from the sudden pressure on your arm. As soon as the door closes, he shoves you to the other wall with a grunt.
“Stay… away from me. Until we get… to the top, girl,” he says, shakily, his finger pointing upwards. Norman picks his head up to look at you, his eyes crazed.
“Y-yes, Norman. Is everything okay?”
He growls, stepping forward. “Stay against the wall and keep your mouth shut, or I’ll fuck you senseless into the wall and leave you for the next bastard to find you.”
You gasp. Jesus Christ. Who is this guy? Frankly, you didn’t give a damn at this point. Backing up against the wall opposite him, you rub your thighs together as you track his eyes, slowly and hungrily dragging over your form. He clutches his pants, rubbing the outline of his desperate, hardened length. Holy shit— you didn’t expect him to be that big. You lick your lips at the thought of it, and he growls just as the elevator dings and the doors open. He grabs you, slings you over his shoulder, and carries you inside.
You kick the air as he trudges towards what you figure is a bedroom. He’s breathing loudly, desperate for breath, and it’s making you go absolutely feral. “Norman. Norman!” you call out, “What the fuck is happening?” He stops cold in his tracks, dropping you to your feet. The man attempts to hold you up, though it looks like he might need your help standing more.
“Dear, I- I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be so aggressive, that’s not like me,” he stammers, kicking himself for his carelessness. “I’ll get you a car, I shouldn’t have let myself go like that, I’ll get—“
He stops as your lips crash against his, and you claim his mouth as your own. He willingly gives into you, moaning into your mouth, offering his tongue and wrapping his arms around you. You drag your nails down his back, kissing him deeply and nibbling his lips. He returns the favor, lightly tugging on your hair, mingling the taste of your drinks together. Pulling back breathlessly, you press your foreheads together.
“I’m not mad, Norman, just… surprised. I never expected you to act like that.” Your eyes lock and he holds you close. “It’s like a switch flipped or something.”
“I know, dear. I’m… I’m going to do things properly now, if you’ll still have me?”
“Yes.”
He laces your fingers together and gently kisses your knuckles as he lustfully leads you into the bedroom. You glance at the walls to see family photos of Norman and Harry. Norman fumbles with the door as your mind wanders.
Hopefully Harry isn’t home… Does he still live here? That would be awkward… We’re the same age, he wouldn’t. I- I’m gonna fuck his father. Holy shit… I’m gonna fuck his father.
Norman ushers you inside the bedroom, eyes glistening darkly. As he turns around to lock the door, the sound of it clicking flips a switch of your own, and you pin him against the door by his forearms, hoisting them against his head. He groans, tilting his head back. “I’ve been waiting as long as you have for this, Dr. Osborn,” you emphasize. Norman moans lightly, closing his eyes and submitting to your touch. “The only difference between us…” you lean closer to his neck, “…is I’m tired of waiting for it.”
Your lips crash against his as you push yourself towards him, feeling his lean body and warmth against yours. You begin shucking your clothes off, and he follows suit between sighs of ecstasy and lustful moans. As he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, you stop him, grabbing his wrist. “That’s my job, baby, hands off,” you explain. Your fingers trail along his pretty little neck, a whine escaping from his throat as his face contorts, dripping with sex and desperation.
“(Y/N)… please… b-baby girl… mmm…” his massive length throbs against your thigh at the same time his face does— he’s obviously enjoying being submissive. You unbutton his shirt, but leave it on as you remove your own blouse.
“What do you want, hmm?” You untie your trousers, bumping your knuckles against his hardness, rubbing lightly.
“Anything, please, oh!” he gasps as you nibble and kiss along his neck. “I need you more, please baby,” he begs, pushing his hips towards you.
“Good boy…” you praise. You release his arms and they immediately fly to your waist, pulling you close as he practically grinds against you to relieve his aching cock. “Come on, control yourself,” you snap, voice lilting.
“Y-yes… please, more, please,” he cries. His forearms and chest are practically throbbing, shaking for you— he’s at your will. You slowly sink to your knees and Norman strokes your hair, breath shuddering at your every move. Pulling his cock out of his pants, you groan at the incredible length and sizable girth. It springs free and you kiss the tip, humming at his incredulous reactions. Vibrations from your lips run through his length and he groans, grabbing a handful of your hair as you begin to slowly suck him off.
His eyes darken past the point you thought was possible and you question him. “What’s wrong, daddy? Am I not going fast enough for you?” You feign innocence as you tease his aching cock head, sucking the precum away.
That was the last straw. Something overtakes him, and a maddening, dominant force begins driving his desperate, submissive movements. The man wickedly smiles as his hands, once gentle and threaded through your hair, turn into grasping clutches. He throws his head back and laughs maniacally as he begins violently face fucking you. You choke on his massive length and tears stream down your face as you gag on him.
“Norman was such a good slut for you, wasn’t he?” he seethes, shoving his dick into your throat. “I’ve waited long enough to take you, little girl. You want your daddy, don’t you? He couldn’t keep me away from you forever.” Your eyes roll back in your head as he grunts, cock plunging deep inside you. You swallow against him as you feel saliva spilling out of your mouth, and your throat tightening against him brings him closer to the edge.
“Yeah, good whore, good whore— uh! Yeah, baby, take it…” he compliments. Damn… maybe you really are a switch. His face is twisted both in pleasure and mania, and your fear of the unknown slicks your throbbing pussy even more. You reach down to touch yourself and he pulls his cock away, grabbing you by the cheeks. You inhale, finally gasping for air. “Keep your hands off your filthy little cunt until I say so, GOT IT?” he orders, tugging you closer, your cheeks aching from the pressure. You nod quickly, whimpering, before he shoves you back down and thrusts into your throat again. He didn’t say what would happen if you disobeyed, but you didn’t care to find out.
“You’re just as much of a slut as Norman… you like calling him daddy, don’t you? Does it make your pussy feel good baby?” he taunts, holding his dick in your mouth. You deepthroat him and nod, coughing on his length as he pulls out.
“Yes, daddy,” you whine, opening your mouth for him again.
“Fuck yeah, make me cum, bitch,” he growls, thrusting into you and pulling your hair as he releases in your mouth. “Swallow it all, whore.” You take everything he gives you and gasp for breath as he pulls you up by the neck and buries himself against your sweet spot. He licks, sucks, and bites against your neck in all the ways you need him to. Suddenly he stops— he inhales deeply, smelling you.
“You smell that, Norman? Our little girl just about creamed her pants for us, didn’t she?” How the fuck does he smell you? What the fuck is going on? Our? He shoves you away from the door, the sheer force of his body catapulting you to the bed. It’s like he’s superhuman. “Norman is a useless coward… was nothing until I came along,” he grunts, fishing through the drawers of the bedside table. He produces four beaded bracelets. As he shakes them, they engage and become stiff. He begins to attach one to each of your limbs. “Tell me, sweetie,” the man starts, cuffing your ankles to the bed, “have you ever heard of the Green Goblin?”
Your eyes widen in shock. Holy fucking shit. You test the ankles and find yourself trapped, the Goblin straddling your hips. “Don’t try to escape, you wanted this, didn’t you? Hmm…” he tsks. He rips your trousers like paper and tosses them aside, exposing your legs to the freezing air. You gasp, and throw your head back, awaiting more. “Norman is a good-for-nothing piece of shit… but he did make one thing rather useful, see?” he says, gesturing to the cuffs. Goblin straddles your chest, his cock exposed and bobbing just above your face.
You spread your legs wide, your dripping pussy free to the room and hiss at the exposure. His hand collides with it, slapping your cunt and extracting a lewd sound from your lips. “Shut your legs. I’ll do what I want, when I want, baby girl,” Goblin tugs your shirt off before cuffing your arms, admiring you, now spread eagle on the bed. He is fully dressed, and you’re completely naked. Jesus Christ. His length is just within reach, practically begging to be touched, flushed at the head and weeping precum. You know you’ll probably be punished if you suck on him without permission, so you stick your tongue out, desperate for a taste of him.
The criminal latches your restraints and chuckles patronizingly. “Look at you, little one…” he leans down, “aching and begging for your daddy like that. Pathetic slut, aren’t you?” He smacks you across the face, and you cry out in pain.
His body slumps, and quickly scrambles off of you to the edge of the bed. Norman. “I- oh, dear girl…” he gasps, tears pricking in his eyes. “I heard you yell, I’m sorry, he told me he wouldn’t hurt you…” he continues as he reaches to undo your restraints.
“Norman, Norman— I’m okay. It’s alright, keep going,” you assure, your pussy aching, almost painfully. He stops his movements on the devices and rubs your legs instead, calming himself. “If you stop here, I’ll lose my mind. I need you, please.”
“If he comes back-“
“Let him come back. I’ll get you to myself sooner or later. But now I need something, anything. Any part of you baby.”
He crawls back to you, eyes glistening darkly. His tousled hair messily bounces as he moves up the bed and over your body, desperate for your cunt (and his own release). “Beg for me, little girl. Please. Beg for me… wanna hear you,” he stammers, his cock sliding along your wet folds. You can see his eyes flickering. They’re fighting for control. Norman wants to take you slowly and fulfillingly, while you know Goblin wants to fuck into you, breeding you like an animal. You don’t care which, you need him in you now.
“Daddy please, I-I’ve been so good, my pussy needs you”. Today is not Norman's day— the Goblin takes you. His head jerks and his hand launches to your throat, holding you there as he drives himself into you. He grits his teeth as he lays over you, choking you just enough to where you’re gasping for breath.
Goblin snarls, pounding you into the mattress. “Is this what you want, baby girl? Being fucked by your daddy? Hard and rough like the slut you are?” You cry out, just barely able to breathe. You feel yourself getting close to the edge, the coil in you about to burst as his abdomen crashes into your clit with every thrust. “Fuck yeah, take it… all… bitch!” he groans, spilling his seed into you. “You like it when I pump a baby in you, huh? Fucking whore.” You scream silently, his clutch around your throat stopping all sound. He rides out his orgasm and pulls out, denying you your own. You feel his creampie spilling out of you and you try to spread your legs, but strain against the chains.
Goblin begins biting down your body, muttering incoherent words and snapping at himself. He leaves bruises and bite marks in his wake. “…Make you mine…” he stammers. He shoves his face into your cunt, eating your pussy and sucking all of his extra seed from your creampie into his own mouth. His practiced tongue flicks endlessly over your clit and slides into your hole in between licks. You scream for him as he finishes you off, nails digging into your stomach and drawing blood. You wail as you cum from pain and pleasure. “Yeah, yeah, scream for me, little girl,” he laughs, fingering you through your climax. He curls his fingers and smashes your g-spot, cramming the heel of his palm against your bundle of nerves. You convulse, practically screaming as your orgasm ricochets through you.
You shudder from clear overstimulation as you come down from your high. Norman collapses on top of you as you go limp, completely fucked out. Shaking his head lazily, he undoes your restraints. He lovingly straddles you, leans over, and kisses your cheek to get your attention. You look at him, completely fucked out, and bite your lip as he sensually licks his fingers and wipes the mixture of his messes from his mouth. He groans, relishing the taste of the two of you together. You gesture for him to lay next to you, and he strips his clothes and obeys. Goblin won’t be back tonight.
“Y-you okay, dear… hurt?” Norman asks, eyes wide. He tries to stabilize his voice, but even you can tell he’s completely blissed out.
“Yes, I’m okay. And hurt,” you reply. He exhales sharply, clearly upset at himself. Norman wraps his arms around you and you lay against his chest, your sweat colliding as the smell of sex fills the room. “I need more… of you.”
He lifts his head, confused. You give him a reassuring look, to which he smiles. He kisses you tenderly as your bodies entwine, your juices mixing. Soon enough, your cunt is throbbing for more. “I need you, just you. I need you again baby,” you pant between kisses.
“Yes, baby girl… please, I want you… on top of me,” he begs, clumsily guiding you on top of him. He hoists you up— Goblin wasn’t the only one with superhuman abilities. You sit on top of him, grinding your creaming cunt against his incredible length.
Leaning down to his ear, nibbling it, you say, “Let me take you daddy, you took such good care of me, let your baby girl take you.” The flickering in his eyes ceases, and he gives into you. You impale yourself on him, riding him slowly, until you can’t stand prolonging it anymore.
“F-faster, please. Faster for daddy, baby, please,” he sighs, throwing his head back and squeezing your hips. You lean back, fully sinking yourself onto his length as he stretches you out, practically ripping you in half. You lean over him, fucking yourself on his cock until he’s begging to thrust into you, to worship your pussy.
“Yes, baby do it please, more please!” you cry. He obliges before you can even finish speaking, grabbing your hips and holding them in place as he fucks up into you. You grind and slam your hips together reaching your climax together and cumming simultaneously.
“Finish for me (Y/N), cum for me please!” Norman begs, reaching up for a kiss. You moan into his mouth and claim him for yourself as you finish together, squeezing his cock as he shoots his load inside of you.
You collapse on top of him, limbs buzzing and head reeling. Norman wraps you in his arms, planting kisses along your neck and forehead.
“Thank you, (Y/N). You were… incredible, my dear,” he praises.
“Norman… thank you…” you return, drifting off to sleep.
“Sleep well, darling (Y/N),” he calls lightly,
The last thing you remember as you nod off are his deft fingers skirting over your side… and his cock beginning to slowly throb again. We’ll see what happens in the morning.