A/N: I quite enjoyed writing this one, I think. Leaned a bit more into the spicier side of things I feel, so might be a bit too rough for some, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless~

Behavioural Correction

W was something of a troublemaker.

That was no secret, of course. The former Reunion commander was notorious for her laid-back nature and penchant for explosives, often in combination with one another – casually threatening to blow up someone's office if they annoyed her or lobbing grenades at her opponents during training, causing unnecessary damage to both Operators and their surroundings.

And as a result, she had many complaints lodged against her. Be it from Operators in the field to training instructors to logistics staff to even the damn cooks – it felt like half of Rhodes Island had a problem with her, if not more. W was afforded some leeway due to her defection from Reunion and due to her past with Kal'tsit, but even that had its limits. If things kept up then there was a reasonable chance people might start leaving Rhodes Island entirely for greener pastures, preferably without maniacal explosives experts.

That was how the Doctor found himself sat at his desk, a frown behind his mask as he peered at the numerous reports scattered about said desk. Some could be brushed off like her being too 'crazy' in front of the new recruits and such, but others like lobbing a grenade into an instructor's room or using far too many bombs during a training exercise with the LGD – that was just too far. Punishment was needed, of course... but W was somewhat immune to them.

House arrest, or rather room arrest? She'd just play video games the whole time and come out unrepentant. Pay docking? She had enough cash stockpiled from mercenary contracts that she didn't even need it. Take her weapons away? Then she would just get more – not to mention a W without her weapons was just dead weight, since she wasn't good at paperwork or anything. Much to the frustrations of Rhodes Island's senior leadership, W was untouchable due to the fact she either outright ignored punishment, or found a way to circumvent it. She was independent enough that few rules could bind her, and Rhodes Island needed her more than she needed them.

It was then, as he was pondering her punishment, an idea came to him then. If he couldn't punish her mobility or her resources... why not something less physical?

Her pride.

Pressing a button on his microphone the Doctor spoke into it. ''Operator W, please come to the Doctor's office ASAP. I repeat, Operator W please come to the Doctor's office.''

He let his finger off of the button and waited, a small grin threatening to spread across his lips. Yes, this was how he'd fix her troublesome behaviour. Her pride was the one thing W couldn't easily forsake, nor could her ego handle too much of a bruising. All he needed to do was knock her down a few pegs.

And what better way to do that than with skill?

Quickly he tidied up his documents and unlocked one of his bottom drawers, the item of his choosing already in there – left there due to his weekly games with Amiya. He took his eyes off the object in question though and looked at the door, waiting patiently.

Within the minute he was rewarded as W's silhouette became visible through the door's translucent door – and without bothering to knock the aforementioned Sarkaz just strolled on in, her usual casual smirk upon her lips. He almost bristled at the sight but kept his cool, reminding himself that he'd knock her down a few pegs, he just needed to be patient.

''Hmph. What'cha need, Doc?'' W questioned languidly, coming to a stop in front of his desk. ''I was just about to go take a nap, y'know.''

'You're still on-duty at the moment' was what he wanted to say but he held his tongue, instead answering her. ''I've gotten a lot of reports about your bad behaviour as of late, W.''

''And?''

''And I'd appreciate if you stopped causing people such a headache.''

W snorted. ''Not my fault they can't take a joke.''

''You threw a grenade in one of their rooms.''

''It was low-yield, didn't even damage the walls that much. Plus Dobermann doesn't keep her valuables out in the open, so I knew I wouldn't damage any precious memorabilia.''

''Still.'' He stressed the word. ''You will have to take a punishment for it; no escaping it this time.''

''Alright.'' The Sarkaz shrugged, an unrepentant smirk on her lips. ''What'll it be?''

The Doctor was grateful then for his mask; it hid his smirk. ''A game of chess.''

''...hah? You lose a few screws since the last time I saw you?''

''It's simple really. We play a game of chess; if I win you have to change your ways and actually behave yourself, at least for... let's say thirty days. If you win, however, I'll make it so you'll get an extra few weeks off work.'' The Doctor laid out his offer.

W quirked a brow. ''Not bad. But what's to stop me from just throwing in the game right now and leaving? I'd really like that nap, y'know.''

''Because then you'd be a loser.'' He said it as simply as he could, leaning forwards onto his hands. ''The great W, the maniacal bomb expert... incapable of even beating the Doctor at a game of chess. Sounds pretty pathetic, doesn't it?''

His unexpectedly derisive words got through to W – her smirk waning as she narrowed her eyes, but her prior expression returned a split-second later – the change so brief it was like it didn't even happen. ''Hmph, when you put it like that then I guess I'll play along. I'm pretty good at chess anyway, you know.''

''We'll see about that.''

X-x-X

Less than five minutes later...

''W-What? No way...''

The Doctor hummed proudly to himself, arms crossed as he reclined into his chair. Before him laid the chess board, his black pieces mostly still on the board whilst W's white pieces were scattered about on the table, knocked aside and her king now in checkmate. The explosives expert herself stared in disbelief at the board, unable to fathom how he'd beaten her in something she – by her own proclamation – was good at it.

''Now, about your behaviour...''

''W-Wait a second, I call bullshit!'' W squawked, standing up. ''I demand a rematch!''

''Sure.'' The Doctor agreed, tilting his head. ''But on one condition; the winner gets to demand anything of the other person. Deal?''

W, perhaps foolishly, didn't even roll the idea about in her head. ''Deal. Now set the board again.''

The Doctor complied.

And seven minutes later W was once more left in disbelief as she stared at the chess board, her king once more in checkmate.

''Your loss. Twice now, in fact.'' The Doctor helped rub salt in the wounds. ''You're not going to demand a second rematch, are you?''

W opened her mouth, closed it, then hissed out; ''I'm not a sore loser.''

''Good.'' The Doctor rose to his feet. ''Then come with me.''

W rose to her feet also, grumbling some choice words but otherwise compliant as she followed him out of the office. At this point in the afternoon there was a fair few people about but none stopped them; few even looked at them, too busy with their own tasks to really care. Their walk took them down and out of the office area, the walkway passing by the tall windows that let the gloomy sky beyond be seen; grey streaks of light illuminating their way.

It had been during their match that he was struck with the thought of how to use what amounted to a free pass with W. For all her faults W stuck to her word and she wasn't a tattle-tail either... so, since she'd agreed to do anything, why not try and correct her behaviour whilst also relieved some stress of his own? He was the one who had to deal with her after all, and the sheer amount of paperwork she'd gotten dumped on his desk required compensation, right?

Maybe he was just trying to convince himself what he was planning was just and fair. Or maybe he was trying to ignore the fact that he was doing this because he was pent-up and horny, and W was, for all her troublesome habits, damn hot. Few admitted it, if only because her explosive tendencies were more worthy of note, but she was good-looking and knew it; sometimes swaying her hips in a flawless cycle whilst curling and flicking her tail. Had it not been for habit of blowing people up, she could've been quite popular with the guys at Rhodes Island.

Thankfully, the male Operators had a good sense of self-preservation, so any thoughts about hitting on W were firmly crushed under the fear of her bombs.

The Doctor shook off his thoughts just as they neared his room. The corridor was quiet but he still stole a discreet glance this way and that, confirming that they were alone before swiping his key-card through the reader, causing the metal door to hiss aside. Without a word he ushered W inside and followed her in, the bland interior of his personal quarters drawing a brief look from W but not much interest.

''So, what am I supposed to do, huh? Clean your room?'' W remarked sarcastically.

The Doctor swallowed the last of his hesitation, and spoke. ''You're going to service me.''

A beat. One that seemed to stretch on into eternity as W looked back at him with an unreadable expression-

-before she sighed, exasperated more than anything else. ''So that's what you wanted huh? Didn't take you for a pervert... whatever, let's just get this over with.''

The Doctor was all too happy to comply, hiding his excitement as best he could as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants – the heavy thump of the fabric joined by the hiss of his jacket as it spilled open, revealing his tenting boxers. W's cheeks dusted pink at the sight but with a grumble the Sarkaz woman knelt down in front of him, shooting him an irritated look before yanking his striped boxers down for him, freeing his dick.

Then her lithe fingers curled around his cock. Her hand was a lot more calloused than he expected but that if anything just made it feel better; a soft hiss escaping the Doctor as she pumped up to the tip and ran her thumb over it, the ticklish touch preluding the slow downwards stroke. It was merely the first of many, however; more groans spilling from his lips as W disinterestedly gave him a handjob.

''Come on, more than that...'' The Doctor breathed out.

W grumbled some choice words but once more complied, leaning in and dragging her tongue over the tip. The warm wetness of her tongue felt far better than her thumb did, forcing a slow moan out of the hooded man as he watched his subordinate reluctantly lick his dick, her hand jerking him off a little quicker too. The slight twist to her wrist just added to the eroticism of the act, her thumb pushing up against the underside of his head and lifting his tip towards her lips, a kiss here mixed with a lick there.

And then W took him into her mouth. Her saliva-coated tongue lavished the head with strokes before shifting around to the shaft, allowing his cock to slide in deeper – her plump pink lips grazing his girth as she took him in just over halfway before sucking back up to the tip. The slight pop of her lips preluded the quiet inhale before she accepted him back between her lips, taking most of his shaft inside and leaving the last few inches squeezed in her fingers, stroking up when she raised her head and descending down to the base when she lowered herself, assuring not a speck of his cock was left unattended for even a moment.

''H-Hah...!'' The Doctor gasped out, clutching onto her head. ''You're really, mn, g-good at this...''

W just rolled her eyes at the compliment and responded with a slow, strong suck, forcing another moan out of the Doctor. He made an effort to keep his voice to himself though – even though the walls were sound-proof he didn't want to give W the satisfaction of making him moan so shamelessly. A want that was becoming increasingly hard to achieve with every bob of her head, the molten warmth of her mouth engulfing his cock over and over again, caressing him with her tongue too and leaving him pulsating between her plump lips.

Then she popped her lips off entirely. Squeezing his cock between her sticky fingers W beat his meat hard and fast, stroking from tip to base and smearing her spit into his rock-hard erection. The sticky squelch of her squished spit send shivers of excitement jolting down his spine, his breathing short and his head light as she casually worked his cock like a pro, leaving his tip glistening with pre-cum already.

''Hmph. So easy.'' W mocked lightly, licking the tip.

Before he could even retort W took him back into her mouth; those warm, perfect pink lips encircling the shaft and sliding down it. The Doctor gritted his teeth and hissed out a moan, his hands shifting to her Sarkaz horns and using them like handholds – boldly yanking W into his crotch. The former mercenary grunted in surprise but didn't stop him, only encouraging the Doctor to yank and pull her into his crotch.

The moment she released his cock he pulled again, and primal satisfaction flared down his cock as he sheathed himself down her throat. His girth slid over her tongue and went partway down her gullet, her throat muscles clenching around his tip and granting him explosive pleasure – prompting him to gasp and pull back, only to jerk his hips forth and sheathe himself down her throat a mere second later.

''Guhk-!'' W grabbed onto his hips. ''Mngh, h-hey- hugk-!''

The slew of wet sloppy sounds, the hot grunts and choking sounds, all of it just fuelled the heat building in the Doctor's cock. Part of him reasoned he should slow down, that he should relax – but he was past the point of caring. Fiery need was climbing his dick with every second and he craved release so much he didn't think he could stop even if he wanted to; his gaze drawn down to W's as he looked her in the eye while he face-fucked her, pinprick tears gathering in her corners of hers from the forced deep-throating.

''Hah fuck, W, almost...!'' He forced the words out, his knees bending as he hit the back of her throat once, twice, maybe even thrice a second-

Until at last he peaked, a rush shooting up his shaft – and with a sharp moan of ecstasy the Doctor pulled out. Not a second later his hand jerked along his cock and gushes of white erupted from his tip, arcing across the short distance and splattering across W's face in long, sticky ropes – splattering across her cheeks and over her nose, getting in her hair and on her brow, even going low and sticking to her chin or on her pursed lips, her expression of indignation only turning him on.

How long his orgasm lasted it was hard to tell, only that it soon drew to a close – the fiery rush quelled to a tingling aftershock. The Doctor moaned softly under his breath and slapped his dick-tip against her lips, earning a growl from W, but she didn't bite thankfully – opting to just wipe the cum from her brow instead, making a sound of disgust as she did so.

''Ugh.'' W spared him an annoyed look. ''Done now?''

''Like hell I am.'' He answered immediately, panting. ''Stand up.''

W complied – and she grunted as he caught her shoulders and pushed her back towards the bed. Two steps later and her shins hit the edge, sending W falling back onto the thick black quilt right before he climbed on top of her, shedding his heavy coat as he went. He straddled her waist to make sure he couldn't go anywhere, his heart thundering in his chest as he undid his shirt and threw it aside too, leaving him clad in just his mask and nothing else.

Then without warning he reached down and grabbed her grey top, yanking it up. Briefly W struggled, alarmed, but as if remembering their deal her struggles reluctantly stopped; allowing the Doctor to yank her top over her head. His hungry eyes soaked in her torso – her flat stomach, her creamy skin, and her quite large breasts clad in a simple black bra, the straps thin and looping over her shoulders. He refocused on her face then, shoving the shirt against said face and clumsily wiping up the cum from it; earning some protests from W before the Sarkaz eventually slapped his hand aside and did it herself, grumbling as she more delicately rubbed her own shirt in her face, cleaning herself up.

While she did that he worked on her bra, reaching under herself and fumbling with the latch. It was hard, especially with her back – her hot, defined back – pressing into the quilt, but with some effort he found it and got it unclipped, allowing him to wrestle her black bra off of W. The moment he pulled it aside his eyes locked onto her bare tits; burning the sight of them into his mind. Their plumpness, their perkiness, their lovely shape as he cupped her right in his hand, kneading it.

''Nn...'' W grunted under her breath, finally tossing her shirt aside. ''You really are a creep huh? Doing this to your subordinate.''

''It's your own fault, causing everyone at Rhodes Island so much hassle.'' The Doctor countered without missing a beat, shifting his hands down. ''Now for these too...''

W grimaced but didn't protest, kicking her shoes off and prompting the Doctor to shuffle back. Her skirt came down easily and her pantyhose soon followed, revealing her lovely hips that led down into a pair of thick, creamy thighs. His eyes lingered on her simple black panties though, savouring the contrast between the dark material and creamy skin, before they too were pulled down – revealing her womanhood to him at last.

''First time?'' The Doctor felt obliged to ask, though the haste in his words was evident.

W snorted. ''Like hell I am.''

''Good.'' The Doctor remarked, pushing her legs apart. ''Because I'm not going to be gentle.''

W didn't have a sarcastic remark but did roll her eyes, though a blush remained on her cheeks – probably thanks to her nudity. He sampled it even as he lined himself up, her large boobs squished together between her biceps before she caught him staring and glared up at him, covering her tits with an arm. He grabbed that arm and shoved it aside, earning an annoyed grunt from the Sarkaz but she left her arm where it was, almost-submissive as he rubbed his cock-head up-and-down her slit.

His breathing was hard, fast, his head light and his arms feeling even more so – but at last he pushed against her opening, and sunk inside. The hot grip that welcomed him nearly made him see stares and he hissed through his teeth, the sound mimicked by W herself as he penetrated her – expression twisting with discomfort. He didn't care though; his hands shifting to her hips as he pushed himself in deeper into her hot quim, feeling her insides part for his member inch by inch.

It wasn't easy, she was tight and pretty much dry, but the spit on his cock was a decent enough lubrication. Judging by her tense but rather submissive reaction her past partners were just as rough if not more so – but he pushed such thoughts from his mind, groaning in bliss as he felt her pussy clench tightly around him, an unyielding grip that practically clung to him as he started to pull out. Just when over half of his dick escaped he stuffed himself back in, hilting himself in her cunt and fucking another hiss out of W, her shoulders tensing.

He almost wanted to speak, to ask if she was okay, but held his tongue. This was her punishment, he retold himself. With that thought in mind the Doctor continued to move his hips – slow, firm thrusts burying himself in her reluctant cunt, her nether lips grazing his girth as he pistoned between her legs, the slightest sensation on his sensitive shaft sending sparks through his nerves, the air in his lungs sparse despite the gasping breaths he drew in.

''Goddamn...!'' The Doctor finally let slip, shifting his hands up to her waist. ''You're so tight...!''

W, once again, didn't have a smarmy remark but just make a mocking talking motion with her hand, thumb and fingers yapping together. He glared down at her, eyes peering past his hood and prompting W to flip him off – the sheer audacity of such an act made all the more so given he was balls-deep in her. If she was so against it, so furious, she could show more reaction than that. Kick, scream, refuse or even fight back – he'd back off. He wanted to punish her, not defile her. She could back out if she really wanted to.

But instead she just laid there and let him do what he wanted, acting all smarmy and disinterested. The thought just made him growl, the sound reverberating from the back of his throat as he pumped into her harder, faster, forcing his dick into her depths and finally fucking a stiff groan out of W. Whether of pain or unwanted pleasure he couldn't tell but it just added fuel to the fire, his hips stiffly jerking forwards and burying himself inside of her, their flesh starting to smack and bump together.

''Hah, hn- fuck...'' W tipped her head back, jaw tense. ''Guess you can be mean when you wanna huh.''

''This is your punishmen-''

''Liar.'' The venomous hiss sent a thrilling shiver up his spine. ''You just wanna fuck. If you're gonna strip me and fuck me at least say it to my face.''

The Doctor couldn't, couldn't relinquish the last thread of moral justification – and so he didn't. Instead his right hand darted up to her throat and he grabbed it, forcing a surprised grunt out of W as he applied pressure. Not enough to strangle her but enough to thin her air supply, a string of choked, stifled grunts and wet gasps escaping the Sarkaz as he earnestly slammed himself forth, burying his swollen cock inside of her over and over again.

''Fuck.'' The Doctor gasped out – unable to hold back his tongue. ''You're so fucking hot, I can't... stop, fuck...!''

Her legs wrapped around his, heels behind him. He couldn't hold back, his own hips bucking forth like a rabbit in heat, pounding his reluctant partner and making her choke out gasps and grunts, saliva wet on the corner of her mouth as he strangled her harder. His fingers would leave marks, he told himself. Then he realised he hardly cared, squeezing the cheeky Sarkaz's throat as he practically raped her into the sheets, going balls-deep into her with a slew of guttural growls and desperate gasps, his cock swollen and balls aching, their loins smacking together faster and faster like they were seconds away from being caught-

-and then he came. Sucking in a breath the Doctor expelled it in a harsh, forced gasp, sheathing himself balls-deep inside of W as he let it all out. Euphoria swept through his fatigued muscles in an instant, hot and relaxing as he poured his seed into her – no condom or anything to stop his seed from entering her. He wasn't using protection, he reminded himself as he felt his groin tense and relax, his muscles working to unload his balls into her. He was cumming so much. It felt so good.

Impregnating her felt so damn right.

''Guh...'' He loosened his hold on her throat and pulled out – glancing when she immediately burst into splutters. Seems like he'd nearly made her black out. ''Sorry...''

''Fuck you...'' W spat back, coughing into her arm. ''Ugh... mn...''

A smidgen of guilt welled up within him but he quenched it. This was punishment – or was it? Yes, he told himself, if only to save his conscience for now. He could regret later – there was no undoing what he'd done right now, no amends that could be made. May as well enjoy this moment to its fullest.

''Get on top of me.'' The Doctor rumbled.

''Not even giving me five minutes, eh?'' W rasped out but complied, sitting up on her knees.

The Doctor laid down on the bed, his dick slightly soft but still erect. W swung one creamy thigh over his lap and straddled him without complaint, her breathing still harsh even as she curled her tail around his dick and lined him up, her leaking cunt rubbing up against the bulbous tip-

And then she impaled herself on his cock, grunting as he slid all the way inside her on the first go. The Doctor hissed in approval, settling his hands on her thighs and watching as W slowly rose up and eased back down, her insides wet with both his cum and her own nectar, making it much easier for him to slide inside of her. W for her part grunted and let out a little groan here or there, but otherwise just stayed silent as she rode him.

Up until he smacked her on the ass. ''Faster.''

''Fine. Asshole.'' W grumbled, knees digging into the bed as she picked up the pace.

The Doctor groaned and pushed his head back into the quilt under him, his eyes never leaving W as the Sarkaz mercenary rode him – her plump tits jiggling lightly with her bounces and tempting his hands up, kneading her big tits, relishing how soft and malleable they felt in his hold. W endured his gropes without question and instead planted herself down on his cock, grinding herself back-and-forth and stirring him around her clenching, wet insides.

Another spank made W groan and go back to bouncing on his dick, the moist heat of her insides seizing and smothering his erect cock. It took some effort not to just lay there and let her do her thing – his lust demanding more, coaxing his hands from her breasts down to her ass, caressing those firm, shapely cheeks and giving them both a smack at the same time, earning a sharp hiss from W herself.

An idea struck then. ''Get off and on all fours.''

W shot him a surprised look. One that quickly fell back into irritation as she lifted herself off of his cock and shuffled a few paces over, giving him the room to swing up onto his knees, get behind her – and with a moan the Doctor sunk into her dripping-wet pussy, her soaked loins practically sucking him in. With gusto he went to town on her, roughly plunging himself in-and-out of her wet tunnel and slapping her on the ass, fucking a husky groan out of his partner.

His groin impacted her cheeks from behind, sending ripples across her bare flesh whilst her tail twitched and curled, reflecting the pleasure she was trying so hard to hide. He let his eyes run up her back, admiring her taut back all the way to her short silver hair – and on a whim the Doctor grabbed her by the hair, pulling.

The result was instant. ''FUCK!''

The sheer volume of her curse took him off-guard but turned him on more than anything else, encouraging him to tug and pull on her silver locks. W tightened nicely around his swollen girth, the ensnaring grip of her pussy heavenly and earning a slew of rough, passionate thrusts, his tip bashing against her innermost parts as he savagely fucked her. There was no love to this, no romance, barely even attraction – just senseless, raw sex, the pair of them fucking like animals.

And he'd just found her weakness.

''Getting turned on from having your hair pulled...'' The Doctor grunted out, grinning despite his strained expression, veiled behind his mask. ''How naughty.''

''Fuck you.'' W spat back, groaning when he gave her hair another pull. ''Stop that, you... fuck... hng...!''

He yanked her head back, her hands leaving the bed as he forced her to sit back on her knees, her ass pressing into his crotch as he bucked his hips forth – his thrusts short, hurried, rough. Yet W just groaned reluctantly, her breathing harsh and her face scarlet as he savagely fucked her and yanked on her hair, pulling her back and allowing his right hand to reach around and grope her plump breast, squishing it between his fingers as he had his way with her.

Alas, his prior romp with her came back to bite him, his cock already aching with the need for release. He tried to endure but W's pussy felt too good; a slick, tightening squeeze that just begged for his cum load, the thought propelling his hips forth harsher – the constant smack of skin-on-skin permeating his quarters-

-and with a sharp shout the Doctor slammed inside and came. W sucked in a sharp breath, hissing with him as he busted his load inside of her, her loins strangling his shaft as he forced her to orgasm with him – the thought sending little jolts of satisfaction through his groin and coaxing out a few more spurts from his shaft, his seed filling her up nicely.

Then when he was done he pulled out, letting W flop limply onto the bed, ass up and panting raggedly.

''T-There...'' W rasped out, one eye peeking back at him between her messy locks. ''Done?''

The Doctor just smirked.

W merely groaned.

And within the minute he had her up against the wall, railing her like she was the last woman on Terra.

X-x-X

''Ugh, my hips still hurt...''

''I said I was sorry.''

''Yeah, 'sorry' doesn't make the pain go away, jackass.''

W scowled, a slight limp to her motions as she shambled out of the bathroom. Completely naked and body still wet with water she paid no mind to his stare as she dried her hair off, the white towel soaked with water. He came out behind her, a towel of his own around his waist and another in his hand as he dried his chest.

Several hours must've passed as it was already nighttime, though with his only clock currently broken he wasn't entirely sure. Nevertheless the sheer scent of sweat and sex in the air was enough to tell him they'd been going at it for a long, long time – longer than he thought it possible for him to go. Just goes to show how pent-up he was, he supposed.

''So.'' The Doctor remarked, earning W's gaze. ''You learned your lesson?''

W huffed. ''Yeah yeah, I'll be a good little girl and not blow anything up. Satisfied?''

A yelp escaped the Sarkaz woman as he smacked her on the ass, smirking as he walked past her. ''For now.''

''Y-You smug bastard!''

It wouldn't be the last time they found themselves in that situation – W wouldn't be able to keep her bad habits to herself for long, after all.

[END]