Chapter 3
“Y/N, come here.” Otto called out as he saw you, along with the rest of class, get up to leave. You held a finger up to him, signaling to give you a moment. You turned back to your conversation with Peter, giggling and smiling as you spoke. You had no feelings for Peter but he was a great guy to be around and talk to. You enjoyed spending time with Peter but your interactions made Otto possessive over you. Though he would never admit it, he hated seeing how Peter made you laugh at his stupid jokes, how Peter always hit you in the arm when joking with you, and mostly, how closely you guys had become. God, how he wished that was him.
Otto watched as you and Peter fist bumped and he headed on his way. You stayed behind and walked to Otto’s desk, a small smile on your face. Otto, however, his lips were pursed, trying to calm his jealousy. But despite everything, he couldn’t contain it. You took quick notice of his expression, tilting your head to the side a bit in confusion. Usually he had a warm greeting for you but you noticed that as the days went on, Otto’s energy around you was dwindling. You wondered if you had done something or maybe if he was creeped out by the way you were around him. You always got flustered at the smallest things, blush rising on your face quickly, goosebumps forming on your skin when you brush against each other. Otto had to have noticed these things by now so maybe they were turning him away from you. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot at the thought of you creeping out your professor so much to the point he didn’t want to be around you.
“What did you need, sir?” You couldn’t stand to look at him with those thoughts berating you. So your head faced to the floor, fiddling with your fingers in the meantime.
Otto let out a barely audible grunt that you could barely pick up, that nickname got him every time. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing really well in my class, I’m proud of you.” That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to talk about but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything else.
You smiled, looking back up. His praise even more effective than other times being as you thought he hated you. “Thank you, s-”
“Don’t.” Otto cut you off quickly, his eyes boring into yours. “Please, I ask that you refrain from calling me sir, doctor is more appropriate.” He said. He had to come up with some excuse to prevent you from calling him that name, though the reasoning sounded dumb as all hell, he didn’t have any other excuse in his mind at the time
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Your face immediately flared up, a crimson red filling in your face and ears. “So, how is your project going?” You asked, attempting to quickly move on from the subject and to avoid Otto from looking at your burning face.
He smiled, the interest that you showed in his project was something that meant a lot to him. “It’s going great, darling.” He glanced up at you when he called you that nickname, wondering if you’d pick up on it and if you even cared for it. “I should be finished with the blueprints within the week and then I just have to take it to Oscorp and have my buddy help me out with it.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
This caught your attention, watching his arms closely, the way his sweater hugged his body was perfect. Octavius was a broader man and you loved it, so much. He towered over you. You couldn’t help but stare at him in awestruck. The things that man could have from you if given the chance. You quickly noticed you were staring off and shook your head a bit to get your focus back, looking back at the professor.
“T-that’s cool,” You stuttered out, still baffled by your thoughts on the man sitting in front of you. How could anyone think like this, especially about their mentor? You felt almost ashamed at the thoughts you had about your professor. “I think.. I think I should head out.” You said, slouching over a bit, disappointed in your own actions
Otto shook his head, “Nonsense, darling. Stay.” He got up, pulling a chair next to his own, he sat back down, nodding his head towards the chair he had just pulled over. His words were more demanding than you were used to other than the first day you met him.
You nodded, sitting in the chair. You were so close to him, knees almost touching. You almost craved the contact, wanting so badly to touch him in any way possible. As you were focused on the touch aspect, you picked up on the scent that was coming off the man beside you. It was a mix of tobacco and coffee, a scent you almost couldn’t get enough of. It was addicting. Every time you picked the smell up when near him, your heart fluttered. You felt so out of control with your normal self when you were put around him. You felt ways you had never felt about another person and you didn’t know what to do.
The rest of the afternoon you two chatted, talking about life. It was something unusual for you. No one had ever cared enough to learn much about you. The only other person being Peter and you had known him and Otto for around the same amount of time. It felt nice. You couldn’t help but wonder why Otto cared so much for you. Maybe he did reciprocate the feelings you had? You shook your head at the thought, which Otto saw out of the corner of his eye as he was working on final details for his project.
“What’s the matter, dear.” You melted at the new nickname, heart pounding a million miles in your chest. It took you a moment to catch up with what he had actually asked instead of swooning over the nickname. Your eyes got wide, not knowing what to tell Otto. He somehow always knew when you were lying.
“Um,” You glanced over at him, beginning to tremble a bit, shit. “Nothing.” You attempted but you knew Otto would pry it out of you.
“Come on, dear.” He sat up and looked at you, swiveling his chair to face you, your thighs touching as he did, making you shiver. When you two touched it felt like electricity coursing through your body.
“Just a lot going on,” You sighed, your face as red as it could possibly be for the hundredth time today. To hide it from him, you tilted your head down, staring at the floor. There was just some kind of charm to Otto that you couldn’t help but admire deeply.
Otto watched closely as the blush rose on your cheeks. This was his chance. He put his index finger under your chin and he lifted your head, smiling at you. “It’s okay, darling. Just tell me.” He looked into your eyes longingly, his thumb reaching up to trace along your lips.
You stared at him, speechless. You kept opening your mouth to tell him but nothing could come out. You searched his eyes for some kind of answer of if this is what he really wanted or not. Only one response could be thought of in your head.
Kiss him.
And so you did. You snaked your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He complied, giving you exactly what you had been dreaming for back. It was all you had ever wanted since you first laid eyes on this man a few weeks prior.
He pulled back, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, looking concerned.
He didn’t want to hurt you or make you feel like you had to do anything for him seeing as you had told him everything about your previous relationship, Otto wanted to be nothing like him and that started with your consent. You smile at how gentle he was with you, nodding. “Hundred percent.” You said softly, running your hands through his hair.
He chuckled and pressed your foreheads together, swaying back and forth. “You’re so wonderful, darling.” He smiled, watching your eyes carefully.
You could only smile in response, eyes breaking contact and looking down. “Thank you.” You mumbled out. You closed your eyes as you rested against Otto, humming softly. This moment was so sweet, it was one you never wanted to leave. But, all good things must come to an end. You quickly stood up, grabbing your bag and left without another word. Otto sat there, shock and confusion filling his body. Had he done something wrong? He tried to call out but you were gone before he could say anything.