FIC: Mud Therapy [Martha/Tom | N17]
Somehow, I ended up writing Martha/Tom pr0n tonight. I don’t know how that happened but, hey, I roll with the punches!
Title: Mud Therapy
Author: jinxed_wood
Wordcount: 890
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha/Tom
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: Smut - smutty smut, smut, smut…no plot here!
~~~MUD THERAPY~~~
It had been a long day, and Martha Jones had never been so happy to see her front door.
"Don't come out, you don't want to see this," she called out, as she let herself in. "I swear there's somebody in the head office who just cackles every time he gives me an assignment. Ever since that gloop incident during the Sonataran situation, I keep getting the weird ones - today? A mud wrestling android from the Orion system!"
Tom stuck his head out the kitchen door and let out a startled laugh as he leaned against the door jamb. "Cheer up, Jones, look on the bright side. That would cost a fortune at a spa."
Martha's lips twitched. "It doesn't count if there aren't any cucumber slices and fluffy towels involved," she protested.
"I've got a courgette in the fridge. Does that help?"
Martha's eyes glinted evilly. "You know, I've just realised something," she purred. "I haven't given you my hello kiss yet."
Tom's eyes widened as he realised what she had in mind. "N-huh, don't you dare, I've got a shift starting in an hour!" he told her with a laugh, backing into the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, you should have known better than to tease you poor put upon girlfriend," she fired back, as she caught up with him and cornered him against the fridge. "Especially when said girlfriend is covered in muck!"
She leapt, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she kissed him firmly on the cheek and then on the lips . His arms snaked around her as he deepened the kiss, his lips warm and enticing as his tongue played with hers. Martha felt his arousal, and grinned as he suddenly twirled them both, pressing her against the wall. She laughed as she saw the streak of mud on his face, and tried to rub it off.
"You have a shift in an hour," she reminded him.
"But we both know I'll need a shower before I go - care to join me?" His hands pushed beneath her coat and peeled away her muddy shirt from her skin. Martha felt his fingers graze against the bone of her hip, and his knuckles brushing against the soft hollow that led to her stomach, as he tugged at her waistband.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Afterwards," she said, as she pulled him in for another kiss. He popped the top button of her jeans and slipped his fingers inside, cupping her. Martha moaned against his mouth, lifting her hips into his fingers as they teased. She felt for his jeans, tugging impatiently at the zip as he whirled her around again, depositing her on the kitchen table.
They clawed at each other's clothes, peeling off the layers, their hands grabbing and touching, and ignoring the smear of mud over their skin. His mouth was on her breast, his teeth and tongue nibbling and tasting.
"Oh yeah, that's it" Martha gasped, her heart drumming against her chest as she reached down to grasp the length of his cock. Her hand curled around him, and she grazed her thumb over its head, watching with satisfaction as Tom's eyes drooped closed, his dark, thick lashes stark against his flushed skin.
"We really need to make it to the bed sometime this week," he said, as he arched into her touch, thrusting into her hand as he pushed her back onto the table.
"Where would be the fun in that?" Martha asked mischievously as she squeezed him gently. She felt his hands dig into the flesh of her thighs, urging her on, and she guided him inside her, glorying in the feel of him pushing into her. She clutched at his hips, pulling him deeper. He felt so good.
He held her hips firmly against the table as he rocked against her, groin to groin. She reached up and kissed him; warm and sloppy, full of sharp desire.
"Hard and fast?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as he dragged his lips away.
"Oh god, yeah."
Another deep kiss, tugging at her lower lip, and then he plunged into her, hard against her cervix. Martha bucked as she felt the first flare of excitement build inside her. His hands groped at her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders, another thrust, and he was deep inside. The way she liked it. "Better?" he asked.
Martha nodded soundlessly, her own breath sounding loud and harsh in her ears. "Harder," she gasped.
He obliged, slamming into her at a furious rhythm, as he reached between her legs, his fingers nimbly flicking over her clit as he plunged into her. Hot arousal flowed through her and she felt herself clutch at him.
"Oh god, Martha, so tight," he groaned, as he shuddered above her, bucking.
The pleasure became electric and Martha heard herself crying out wordlessly as she climaxed under him, the hard thrust of his cock feeding the flame as she arched, her hands bearing down hard on the edges of the table. The world whited out.
"God." Tom slumped on top of her, releasing her legs as he slid out of her, limp and sated.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I don't think I can move. I feel a bit wobbly."
He grinned against her neck, his hand peeling away a piece of dried mud on her stomach . "Guess I'll have to carry you to the shower, then."
~~~FINIS~~~~
Title: Mud Therapy
Author: jinxed_wood
Wordcount: 890
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha/Tom
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: Smut - smutty smut, smut, smut…no plot here!
~~~MUD THERAPY~~~
It had been a long day, and Martha Jones had never been so happy to see her front door.
"Don't come out, you don't want to see this," she called out, as she let herself in. "I swear there's somebody in the head office who just cackles every time he gives me an assignment. Ever since that gloop incident during the Sonataran situation, I keep getting the weird ones - today? A mud wrestling android from the Orion system!"
Tom stuck his head out the kitchen door and let out a startled laugh as he leaned against the door jamb. "Cheer up, Jones, look on the bright side. That would cost a fortune at a spa."
Martha's lips twitched. "It doesn't count if there aren't any cucumber slices and fluffy towels involved," she protested.
"I've got a courgette in the fridge. Does that help?"
Martha's eyes glinted evilly. "You know, I've just realised something," she purred. "I haven't given you my hello kiss yet."
Tom's eyes widened as he realised what she had in mind. "N-huh, don't you dare, I've got a shift starting in an hour!" he told her with a laugh, backing into the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, you should have known better than to tease you poor put upon girlfriend," she fired back, as she caught up with him and cornered him against the fridge. "Especially when said girlfriend is covered in muck!"
She leapt, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she kissed him firmly on the cheek and then on the lips . His arms snaked around her as he deepened the kiss, his lips warm and enticing as his tongue played with hers. Martha felt his arousal, and grinned as he suddenly twirled them both, pressing her against the wall. She laughed as she saw the streak of mud on his face, and tried to rub it off.
"You have a shift in an hour," she reminded him.
"But we both know I'll need a shower before I go - care to join me?" His hands pushed beneath her coat and peeled away her muddy shirt from her skin. Martha felt his fingers graze against the bone of her hip, and his knuckles brushing against the soft hollow that led to her stomach, as he tugged at her waistband.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Afterwards," she said, as she pulled him in for another kiss. He popped the top button of her jeans and slipped his fingers inside, cupping her. Martha moaned against his mouth, lifting her hips into his fingers as they teased. She felt for his jeans, tugging impatiently at the zip as he whirled her around again, depositing her on the kitchen table.
They clawed at each other's clothes, peeling off the layers, their hands grabbing and touching, and ignoring the smear of mud over their skin. His mouth was on her breast, his teeth and tongue nibbling and tasting.
"Oh yeah, that's it" Martha gasped, her heart drumming against her chest as she reached down to grasp the length of his cock. Her hand curled around him, and she grazed her thumb over its head, watching with satisfaction as Tom's eyes drooped closed, his dark, thick lashes stark against his flushed skin.
"We really need to make it to the bed sometime this week," he said, as he arched into her touch, thrusting into her hand as he pushed her back onto the table.
"Where would be the fun in that?" Martha asked mischievously as she squeezed him gently. She felt his hands dig into the flesh of her thighs, urging her on, and she guided him inside her, glorying in the feel of him pushing into her. She clutched at his hips, pulling him deeper. He felt so good.
He held her hips firmly against the table as he rocked against her, groin to groin. She reached up and kissed him; warm and sloppy, full of sharp desire.
"Hard and fast?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as he dragged his lips away.
"Oh god, yeah."
Another deep kiss, tugging at her lower lip, and then he plunged into her, hard against her cervix. Martha bucked as she felt the first flare of excitement build inside her. His hands groped at her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders, another thrust, and he was deep inside. The way she liked it. "Better?" he asked.
Martha nodded soundlessly, her own breath sounding loud and harsh in her ears. "Harder," she gasped.
He obliged, slamming into her at a furious rhythm, as he reached between her legs, his fingers nimbly flicking over her clit as he plunged into her. Hot arousal flowed through her and she felt herself clutch at him.
"Oh god, Martha, so tight," he groaned, as he shuddered above her, bucking.
The pleasure became electric and Martha heard herself crying out wordlessly as she climaxed under him, the hard thrust of his cock feeding the flame as she arched, her hands bearing down hard on the edges of the table. The world whited out.
"God." Tom slumped on top of her, releasing her legs as he slid out of her, limp and sated.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I don't think I can move. I feel a bit wobbly."
He grinned against her neck, his hand peeling away a piece of dried mud on her stomach . "Guess I'll have to carry you to the shower, then."
~~~FINIS~~~~