out of character
Title: Out Of Character
Word Count: 1053
Prompt: Matt Smith - Amy Pond's biggest fan
RATING: M
Written for: anonymous tumblr asker
“Oh, god, Matt, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, I love you, you’re amazing, fuck fuck fuck fuck-” Karen’s words were a string of nonsense as Matt’s tongue licked at her clit, his fingers pumping deep inside her. With a final shuddering exclamation, Karen let herself come undone, her walls clenching around Matt’s hand and her head lolling back in ecstatic oblivion.
“God, Karen,” Matt was murmuring, when Karen’s ears had stopped ringing. “You’re so beautiful.”
He’d propped his head on her thigh, and was staring up at her face with lust-darkened eyes. Karen giggled, her legs moving and sending his head sliding back between them again; not that she minded, or he minded, apparently. He was breathing in deeply, and his next sentence came in a drunken, hazy moan.
“God, Amy, smells so-“
Karen skittered back, wrapping her hands around her knees and leaving Matt lying there face-down on the sheets.
“Amy?” she repeated slowly, wickedly.
Matt blushed crimson. “Oh fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I,” he stated, and Karen could only nod.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look, Kaz, I’m sorry -“
“Oh, don’t apologise,” she smirked. “I think it’s cute. So do you dream about Amy Pond, Matt? Do you have fantasies of having your way with her in the TARDIS, or in the blue bedroom… Do you picture her in her police outfit? Her red jumper? Nothing?”
Her tone was mercilessly teasing, and Matt, still blushing furiously, nodded once, his jaw jutting. Karen’s eyes widened; he was admitting to it? Well then. Maybe he wanted her to hear. After all, she was probably the only person in the world who wouldn’t smack him for those fantasies… And the only person who could help him fulfill them.
“So,” she said, her voice taking on a subtly different intonation. “Are you the Doctor, or just Matt?”
Matt’s head snapped up to look at her; he’d picked up on her voice immediately, and now her posture - more confident, her shoulders thrown back and her mouth curved in a smirk - was definitely giving it away.
“J-just Matt,” he stammered. “Karen…”
“Who’s Karen?” she asked innocently, lieing back on the pillows and crooking a finger at him. “Come here, then… Matt. Or do you not want this?”
Matt was on her then with a helpless growl, taking her mouth with a furious kiss that left her feeling more than a little light-headed. She thought she was beginning to see where this fantasy was going, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on a little. Or a lot.
“What do you want me to do?” she murmured, when Matt let off kissing her to run his hands up her sides and over the curve of her breasts.
“I’ll tell you when I want you to do something, Pond,” he growled, his eyes flashing.
So this was it; he wanted to control Amelia Pond. Wanted her, for once in her life, to bend to his will. Well, Karen could live with that. With a whimper as Matt’s fingers began tracing the outines of her nipples, she lay back on the pillows.
After a while, though, the waiting was agony - Matt was taking his time in mapping out the shape of her without ever giving in and even going near her abdomen, and the teasing was killing her; finally, Karen found her voice again.
“Matt…please - ” she groaned, her head tossing from side to side. “Do something.”
“Oh yeah?” he breathed, his breath ghosting across her bare stomach. “Like what?”
“Fucksake, Matt, just do whatever, I don’t care, I -“
“I want you to tell me what you want, Amy” Matt said slowly, his hands now whispering patterns across her inner thighs. “Want you to ask me for it. Want you to beg.”
“Fuck-” “Karen choked “Fuck, Matt, so wet, please, just-“
He smirked, his eyes glazed. “What was that, Amy?”
“Want you to touch - ” Karen managed, her head reeling from the surreality of it all. “Please, Matt, I want your fingers, want them inside me, now, and -2
“You only had to ask,” Matt growled, running his fingers quickly up her leg - into her slit - and then they were pumping in and out of her again, all other pretences falling away as they became just them, a man and a woman, here on this bed.
“Matt…” Karen groaned, coiled up and full of energy again already. “I’m gonna -“
His fingers left her in a flash, and Karen was about to complain - but his mouth as on hers again, his hands fisting themselves into her hair, and his legs were slowly sliding between hers.
“Amy,” he growled huskily. “Not yet, my love.”
“Please, Matt, enough with the teasing - tired of waiting - “
He tensed then, his eyes locking onto hers; and Karen knew she had found his weak spot.
“I waited for you,” she whispered into his ear. “Not for the adventures, or for the travelling, or because of the wedding. You. I waited for you. I wanted you, I’ve always wanted you, and now I still want you, so - please, Matt, just - fuck me.”
Those last two words are Matt’s undoing; he’s inside her in one fluid moment, thrusting wildly in and out in a fast, uncontrollable rhythm that Karen matches with one of her own.
“Fuck, Amy,” he groaned into her hair, his eyes falling shut. “You’re amazing, you’re so so speical, I -fucking hell, Kaz - you’re amazing, Amy, I - “
“M-matt…” Karen gasped, writihng. “Plrase, just -“
She dug her nails into his back, pulling him deeper in; the new angle brought them both closer, until they were bucking uncontrolledly, their moans and gasps coming quickly and loudly, both of them close - closer - there, tumbling over the edge together, clinging on to each other as the world slowly rematerialised around them.
“…Wow,” Matt said eventually, looking into Karen’s eyes with a disbelieving grin. “That was - “
“Teah,” Karen smirked. “You’ve goit some serious issues with Amy’s character, there, though, Matt. Just a heads up.”
“Oh, shut up, you’re too bloody hot for me not to want to shag the fuck out of anyone you play…”
“Even Old Amy?”
“Piss off, Kazza.”