Doctor Who - fic - Damen und Herren, Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS, NC-17
Title - Damen und Herren
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18, includes cross-dressing and explicit sex
Pairing, characters - Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS
Length - 2000 words
Summary - Jack and Rose indulge in a bit of dressing up
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 The Empty Child & 1.10 The Doctor Dances
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Would have been for Foxy 51stcenturyfox and Nick’s cruentum/cyus latest Porn Battle, but I finished it too late.
Damen und Herren
by Laura
There was a hell of a lot to be said for Europe in the mid 1930s. It was the mad, hedonistic rush by the few people with money to have fun, to be as decadent as possible, before war reared its ugly head again.
They’d visited Berlin’s Kit Kat Club, the three of them. The Doctor, despite all Jack and Rose’s efforts, having refused to change, had worn his usual jumper and jeans. Jack had gone with the times, with the decadence, with women’s clothes, and worn, thanks to the TARDIS wardrobe, a short black silk dress, heels, stockings, a bob-style wig, pearl necklace and full make-up.
“Not the first time, sure as hell won’t be the last, sweetheart,” he’d told Rose, as she’d, wide-eyed, watched him paint his face.
Also thanks to the ship’s clothing stores, she’d worn a black pinstripe suit. She’d sat at their table, in the man’s suit, a Sam Spade fedora and her own shirt. And, clearly, one hell of a bra underneath it all. His effect had been kinda spoiled by there being nothing in the wardrobe that would have given him a really decent rack. He’d found something, though.
Now they were back in the TARDIS, stood by the console. While the Doctor sent them into the Vortex, Rose pulled off her hat, reached up and, with a grin, set it on Jack’s head.
“That enough decadence for you, Captain? Enjoy starin’ at my boobs, under that bloke’s suit?”
“Rose, honey, I always enjoy staring at your boobs. You made them even more impressive than normal today, though.”
“That’s a Wonderbra for you, Jack. Pushes everything together, pushes it all up,” she said, unbuttoning the jacket, and, grinning wickedly, slipping her hands inside, demonstrating.
That did it. Jack pulled off his shoes, set the fedora on the Doctor’s head, much to his annoyance, and scooped Rose up into his arms.
She laughed at the move, and he silenced her with a kiss. She then settled her arms around his neck. “Kinda feeling a desperate need to see everything not pushed together, Rose Tyler, you sexy woman. Kinda feeling a desperate need to make you scream with pleasure, make you come, hard as hell. Y’know, wearing a man’s skin makes you look even hotter than usual,” he whispered, right into her ear, as he carried her out of the console room.
“Lookin’ pretty hot yourself, Jack,” she told him, as she wriggled in his arms, clearly liking his plan. She dragged his head down for another kiss. “How many times you dressed up as a girl, then?”
“Oh, now, that would be telling, ma’am,” he replied, smiling. “Enough to know how pull it off real well, though.”
A familiar door was visible, already; he hadn’t taken all that many steps down the corridor. Seemed that the TARDIS wanted him to shag Rose.
“The sooner you’re on my bed, the sooner I can be seeing your lovely boobs again, and making you scream, Rose. So, could you open my door?”
“That a promise, Captain, on the screamin’?” she asked, tongue peeking out of her teeth.
“I always do, don’t I? So it sure as hell is, honey,” Jack growled in reply.
“Gonna hold you to it, then.” With a grin, she removed her arms from his neck, and reached across to press down the handle, push open the door.
Jack took them into his room, and quickly set Rose down on the bed.
The bed that was bigger than when he’d last seen it. Oh, she definitely wanted him to shag Rose.
Thanks, beautiful! he told the TARDIS, smiling up at the ceiling. Then he looked back down at Rose. She’d taken off her shoes, and wriggled into the middle of the bed. Her legs and arms were spread, stretched out, and that wicked, sexy grin was back on her lips.
Jack met it with one of his own, saying, “I reckon someone’s kinda horny. Would that be true?” Before Rose could reply, he was joining her on the bed, pushing her legs back together, and kneeling over her, straddling her thighs. That move made his dress rub rather nicely against his own thighs, and made Rose gasp.
And glare.
“Oh, it would be, then,” he said, still using the grin, as he unbuckled and unzipped her trousers. He eased them over her bottom, letting Rose spread her legs just enough for him to quickly pull off the trousers. He shuffled down the bed as he did this, finally discarding them. Then he pushed Rose’s legs back together, once more straddling her. Yeah, she was getting so very turned on, judging by her scent. “Now, sit up, Rose, and take the jacket off.”
“You not doin’ that for me, Captain?”
“No, I’m taking off your shirt and bra, Rose. The sooner I do that, the sooner you’ll be screaming. So, c’mon, up,” he said, dipping a finger down between her boobs, dragging a nail over them.
Growling, Rose pushed herself up, removed the jacket and threw it over the side of the bed. He then went for the shirt buttons, slowly exposing her beautiful skin, seeing the Wonderbra, looking at her boobs, pushed together, pushed up.
Something else was now pushing up a little more. He’d have to wait, though. Ladies first, he’d promised. He pushed the shirt from Rose’s body, and threw the garment onto the floor as well. Looked for the clip on the bra, removed it, too.
“Can we maybe get to the screamin’ with pleasure bit, Jack, now you’ve seen my boobs?” Rose asked, jiggling them at him.
Hell of a view, and everything was most definitely not pushed together.
“We sure can, Rose,” he replied, voice low.
He placed his hands over her boobs, and pushed. With a gasp, Rose fell back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, eyes dark, hands fisting, she looked up at him. Jack leaned down to kiss her. Their arms went around each other; Rose’s tongue slipped into his mouth. But this still wasn’t screaming with pleasure, and he had promised her that. So, reluctantly, he eased away from her lips, leant up. His hands went to her hips, to her knickers. Hooking his fingers into them, he slipped them from her body.
Jack had moved down the bed again to do that, but this time, instead of pushing her legs back together, he took her knees in his hands, and slowly eased her legs apart. A quick glance up her body showed him that her eyes were closed.
“Today’s screaming with pleasure involves my tongue and your lips, Rose. All of your lips. The ones on your face,” he said, still so very slowly moving her lower limbs, “and the ones between your legs.” Suddenly, he stopped his movements. Rose’s breath caught. “But if I wanna see those lips, touch them, kiss them, push my tongue between them, and into you, then I gotta do this.”
Quickly, Jack spread Rose’s legs as wide apart as they would go.
In response, clearly more turned on, she moaned loudly. The noise might have been his name.
Kneeling in the space, Jack grinned. Taking his hands from her legs, he raked a nail over her labia, then gently pushed just a fingertip between them, inside her. He left it there for a while, not moving it, letting her feel him, as he felt her muscles pulse.
“I’ve seen the lips between your legs, Rose, and touched them,” he whispered, removing his finger with another drag of a nail. “And now I’m gonna kiss them, push my tongue between them, and into you. You’ll soon be screaming with pleasure, honey.”
“I bloody better be, Jack,” Rose replied, thickly.
Oh, this wouldn’t take long at all, judging by her voice. Horny as hell, she was.
Jack re-arranged his body, stretching his legs out behind him. Settling back down between Rose’s legs gave him the pressure he was after, and he brought his lips to the ones right in front of him. He kissed them, took them between his own, ran his tongue over them, gently nipped them with his teeth.
Above him, all the while, Rose groaned, louder and louder. Last part, then, and she’d be screaming.
And coming, so, so hard.
But he needed to breathe, first, so Jack kissed Rose’s labia once more, and took his lips from them. “You’re covered in my lipstick down here,” he told her, looking at the red wax that was wetly smeared everywhere, mixed with her juices. He gathered some up with his finger, painted a stroke on her inner thigh. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, so turned on by my touch, so ready to scream, so ready to come.”
“You gonna make me scream with pleasure, now, Jack?” Rose managed to ask, breathing heavily.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied, also breathing heavily. “Hang on tight.”
For better access, with a couple of fingers, Jack pushed one side of Rose’s lower lips against her body. Then he placed his mouth over all of them, and quickly thrust his tongue into her, as deep as he could go. That got another loud groan out of her, made her thrash her legs. Rose kept wriggling them; Jack worked her hard, he gave her no break, keeping up an unrelenting pace deep inside, licking and stroking her, encouraging her juices to flow.
She’d be loud, he suspected, after all this.
And then, after a few minutes of her promised and clearly very welcome sexual torture, Rose suddenly went still. This would be it, then, the screaming with pleasure, the coming. Jack grinned against Rose, and quickly pushed his fingers deep inside her as well, hooking them in just the right place.
“Jack!” echoed really loudly off the walls of his room, as he got a different, stronger taste on his tongue, a different pulsing of muscles around it, and his fingers.
He finally gave Rose a break, a chance to breathe, then gently pulled them out. One more press of his tongue inside, and he removed that from her body, too. She jerked as he did so. He’d heard, he’d felt, but, now, Jack was eager to see on her face, and her boobs, just how much he’d undone her.
Kissing it as he went, Jack made his way up her torso. When he reached them, he drew each of Rose’s very pink, very pert nipples into his mouth, sucking and gently nipping them. More moaning, but quieter, now.
Finally, he got to her face. Oh, he’d undone her a hell of a lot, but Rose looked quite happily sexually exhausted. Her eyes were just about going back to normal, and her breath was slowing.
And she was grinning up at him.
“That enough pleasure for you, Rose?” Jack said, smiling, and leaning down to give her a brief kiss.
“Yeah, Captain. You bloody heard me, didn’t you?”
“I did. That was one hell of a scream. You were definitely very pleasured indeed. Never heard you be quite that loud.”
“Well, we’ve never had sex quite like this, Jack, wearin’ skins that aren’t our own.”
“You wanna try it again, sometime?”
A grin came to Rose’s lips, and she said, “Yeah. But it’ll be all three of us, then. We’ll get him into something like what you’re wearing, and then take it off him.”
“I like that idea, honey.”
“And I like your cock, Jack. I want it, now. You haven’t got anywhere near comin’, yet. So, c’mon, get up, get off me, and strip.”
“Ready for another round, huh?” he asked, kissing Rose again. Climbing off her, off the bed, he quickly took the woman’s skin from his body.
“Yeah. Try and make me scream even louder, this time, Captain.”
“I do love a challenge, Rose,” Jack said, rejoining her on the bed. He took her in his arms, flipped them over. “So, let’s see how much pleasure riding my cock gives you, today, shall we?”
-end-
Also:
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/504056.html - Gwen, Toshiko, Martha, Jack and Ten cross-dressing visual porn (& comedy)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/504478.html - Jack cross-dressing visual porn
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18, includes cross-dressing and explicit sex
Pairing, characters - Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS
Length - 2000 words
Summary - Jack and Rose indulge in a bit of dressing up
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 The Empty Child & 1.10 The Doctor Dances
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Would have been for Foxy 51stcenturyfox and Nick’s cruentum/cyus latest Porn Battle, but I finished it too late.
Damen und Herren
by Laura
There was a hell of a lot to be said for Europe in the mid 1930s. It was the mad, hedonistic rush by the few people with money to have fun, to be as decadent as possible, before war reared its ugly head again.
They’d visited Berlin’s Kit Kat Club, the three of them. The Doctor, despite all Jack and Rose’s efforts, having refused to change, had worn his usual jumper and jeans. Jack had gone with the times, with the decadence, with women’s clothes, and worn, thanks to the TARDIS wardrobe, a short black silk dress, heels, stockings, a bob-style wig, pearl necklace and full make-up.
“Not the first time, sure as hell won’t be the last, sweetheart,” he’d told Rose, as she’d, wide-eyed, watched him paint his face.
Also thanks to the ship’s clothing stores, she’d worn a black pinstripe suit. She’d sat at their table, in the man’s suit, a Sam Spade fedora and her own shirt. And, clearly, one hell of a bra underneath it all. His effect had been kinda spoiled by there being nothing in the wardrobe that would have given him a really decent rack. He’d found something, though.
Now they were back in the TARDIS, stood by the console. While the Doctor sent them into the Vortex, Rose pulled off her hat, reached up and, with a grin, set it on Jack’s head.
“That enough decadence for you, Captain? Enjoy starin’ at my boobs, under that bloke’s suit?”
“Rose, honey, I always enjoy staring at your boobs. You made them even more impressive than normal today, though.”
“That’s a Wonderbra for you, Jack. Pushes everything together, pushes it all up,” she said, unbuttoning the jacket, and, grinning wickedly, slipping her hands inside, demonstrating.
That did it. Jack pulled off his shoes, set the fedora on the Doctor’s head, much to his annoyance, and scooped Rose up into his arms.
She laughed at the move, and he silenced her with a kiss. She then settled her arms around his neck. “Kinda feeling a desperate need to see everything not pushed together, Rose Tyler, you sexy woman. Kinda feeling a desperate need to make you scream with pleasure, make you come, hard as hell. Y’know, wearing a man’s skin makes you look even hotter than usual,” he whispered, right into her ear, as he carried her out of the console room.
“Lookin’ pretty hot yourself, Jack,” she told him, as she wriggled in his arms, clearly liking his plan. She dragged his head down for another kiss. “How many times you dressed up as a girl, then?”
“Oh, now, that would be telling, ma’am,” he replied, smiling. “Enough to know how pull it off real well, though.”
A familiar door was visible, already; he hadn’t taken all that many steps down the corridor. Seemed that the TARDIS wanted him to shag Rose.
“The sooner you’re on my bed, the sooner I can be seeing your lovely boobs again, and making you scream, Rose. So, could you open my door?”
“That a promise, Captain, on the screamin’?” she asked, tongue peeking out of her teeth.
“I always do, don’t I? So it sure as hell is, honey,” Jack growled in reply.
“Gonna hold you to it, then.” With a grin, she removed her arms from his neck, and reached across to press down the handle, push open the door.
Jack took them into his room, and quickly set Rose down on the bed.
The bed that was bigger than when he’d last seen it. Oh, she definitely wanted him to shag Rose.
Thanks, beautiful! he told the TARDIS, smiling up at the ceiling. Then he looked back down at Rose. She’d taken off her shoes, and wriggled into the middle of the bed. Her legs and arms were spread, stretched out, and that wicked, sexy grin was back on her lips.
Jack met it with one of his own, saying, “I reckon someone’s kinda horny. Would that be true?” Before Rose could reply, he was joining her on the bed, pushing her legs back together, and kneeling over her, straddling her thighs. That move made his dress rub rather nicely against his own thighs, and made Rose gasp.
And glare.
“Oh, it would be, then,” he said, still using the grin, as he unbuckled and unzipped her trousers. He eased them over her bottom, letting Rose spread her legs just enough for him to quickly pull off the trousers. He shuffled down the bed as he did this, finally discarding them. Then he pushed Rose’s legs back together, once more straddling her. Yeah, she was getting so very turned on, judging by her scent. “Now, sit up, Rose, and take the jacket off.”
“You not doin’ that for me, Captain?”
“No, I’m taking off your shirt and bra, Rose. The sooner I do that, the sooner you’ll be screaming. So, c’mon, up,” he said, dipping a finger down between her boobs, dragging a nail over them.
Growling, Rose pushed herself up, removed the jacket and threw it over the side of the bed. He then went for the shirt buttons, slowly exposing her beautiful skin, seeing the Wonderbra, looking at her boobs, pushed together, pushed up.
Something else was now pushing up a little more. He’d have to wait, though. Ladies first, he’d promised. He pushed the shirt from Rose’s body, and threw the garment onto the floor as well. Looked for the clip on the bra, removed it, too.
“Can we maybe get to the screamin’ with pleasure bit, Jack, now you’ve seen my boobs?” Rose asked, jiggling them at him.
Hell of a view, and everything was most definitely not pushed together.
“We sure can, Rose,” he replied, voice low.
He placed his hands over her boobs, and pushed. With a gasp, Rose fell back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, eyes dark, hands fisting, she looked up at him. Jack leaned down to kiss her. Their arms went around each other; Rose’s tongue slipped into his mouth. But this still wasn’t screaming with pleasure, and he had promised her that. So, reluctantly, he eased away from her lips, leant up. His hands went to her hips, to her knickers. Hooking his fingers into them, he slipped them from her body.
Jack had moved down the bed again to do that, but this time, instead of pushing her legs back together, he took her knees in his hands, and slowly eased her legs apart. A quick glance up her body showed him that her eyes were closed.
“Today’s screaming with pleasure involves my tongue and your lips, Rose. All of your lips. The ones on your face,” he said, still so very slowly moving her lower limbs, “and the ones between your legs.” Suddenly, he stopped his movements. Rose’s breath caught. “But if I wanna see those lips, touch them, kiss them, push my tongue between them, and into you, then I gotta do this.”
Quickly, Jack spread Rose’s legs as wide apart as they would go.
In response, clearly more turned on, she moaned loudly. The noise might have been his name.
Kneeling in the space, Jack grinned. Taking his hands from her legs, he raked a nail over her labia, then gently pushed just a fingertip between them, inside her. He left it there for a while, not moving it, letting her feel him, as he felt her muscles pulse.
“I’ve seen the lips between your legs, Rose, and touched them,” he whispered, removing his finger with another drag of a nail. “And now I’m gonna kiss them, push my tongue between them, and into you. You’ll soon be screaming with pleasure, honey.”
“I bloody better be, Jack,” Rose replied, thickly.
Oh, this wouldn’t take long at all, judging by her voice. Horny as hell, she was.
Jack re-arranged his body, stretching his legs out behind him. Settling back down between Rose’s legs gave him the pressure he was after, and he brought his lips to the ones right in front of him. He kissed them, took them between his own, ran his tongue over them, gently nipped them with his teeth.
Above him, all the while, Rose groaned, louder and louder. Last part, then, and she’d be screaming.
And coming, so, so hard.
But he needed to breathe, first, so Jack kissed Rose’s labia once more, and took his lips from them. “You’re covered in my lipstick down here,” he told her, looking at the red wax that was wetly smeared everywhere, mixed with her juices. He gathered some up with his finger, painted a stroke on her inner thigh. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, so turned on by my touch, so ready to scream, so ready to come.”
“You gonna make me scream with pleasure, now, Jack?” Rose managed to ask, breathing heavily.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied, also breathing heavily. “Hang on tight.”
For better access, with a couple of fingers, Jack pushed one side of Rose’s lower lips against her body. Then he placed his mouth over all of them, and quickly thrust his tongue into her, as deep as he could go. That got another loud groan out of her, made her thrash her legs. Rose kept wriggling them; Jack worked her hard, he gave her no break, keeping up an unrelenting pace deep inside, licking and stroking her, encouraging her juices to flow.
She’d be loud, he suspected, after all this.
And then, after a few minutes of her promised and clearly very welcome sexual torture, Rose suddenly went still. This would be it, then, the screaming with pleasure, the coming. Jack grinned against Rose, and quickly pushed his fingers deep inside her as well, hooking them in just the right place.
“Jack!” echoed really loudly off the walls of his room, as he got a different, stronger taste on his tongue, a different pulsing of muscles around it, and his fingers.
He finally gave Rose a break, a chance to breathe, then gently pulled them out. One more press of his tongue inside, and he removed that from her body, too. She jerked as he did so. He’d heard, he’d felt, but, now, Jack was eager to see on her face, and her boobs, just how much he’d undone her.
Kissing it as he went, Jack made his way up her torso. When he reached them, he drew each of Rose’s very pink, very pert nipples into his mouth, sucking and gently nipping them. More moaning, but quieter, now.
Finally, he got to her face. Oh, he’d undone her a hell of a lot, but Rose looked quite happily sexually exhausted. Her eyes were just about going back to normal, and her breath was slowing.
And she was grinning up at him.
“That enough pleasure for you, Rose?” Jack said, smiling, and leaning down to give her a brief kiss.
“Yeah, Captain. You bloody heard me, didn’t you?”
“I did. That was one hell of a scream. You were definitely very pleasured indeed. Never heard you be quite that loud.”
“Well, we’ve never had sex quite like this, Jack, wearin’ skins that aren’t our own.”
“You wanna try it again, sometime?”
A grin came to Rose’s lips, and she said, “Yeah. But it’ll be all three of us, then. We’ll get him into something like what you’re wearing, and then take it off him.”
“I like that idea, honey.”
“And I like your cock, Jack. I want it, now. You haven’t got anywhere near comin’, yet. So, c’mon, get up, get off me, and strip.”
“Ready for another round, huh?” he asked, kissing Rose again. Climbing off her, off the bed, he quickly took the woman’s skin from his body.
“Yeah. Try and make me scream even louder, this time, Captain.”
“I do love a challenge, Rose,” Jack said, rejoining her on the bed. He took her in his arms, flipped them over. “So, let’s see how much pleasure riding my cock gives you, today, shall we?”
-end-
Also:
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/504056.html - Gwen, Toshiko, Martha, Jack and Ten cross-dressing visual porn (& comedy)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/504478.html - Jack cross-dressing visual porn