fic : Five Times The Doctor F*ck*d Rose Tyler and One Time She F*ck*d Him (4/6)
Title : Five Times The Doctor F*ck*d Rose Tyler and One Time She F*ck*d Him (4/6)
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre : Smut/Romance/Humour
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 6116 (total)
Status : Complete
Summary : He saw the flash of desire in her eyes and he gave in. He'd wanted this for so long and if she wanted it too... then why not?
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The Doctor wasn't sure when it had happened, but he had to admit Rose had developed a knack for getting what she wanted from him. She knew his weaknesses and took great pleasure in exploiting them. Which for the most part he thoroughly enjoyed. But she had some dirty tricks.
For instance; she'd been bent over the jump seat,(an item of furniture that was certainly living up to it's name) legs apart, and he had been slamming his cock up into her, gasping "...yes, yes, oh fuck yes," and Rose had quickly asked him if he would take her dancing -- a particularly loud YES!!! had followed. It had been bad timing on his part but Rose had refused to let him off the hook. In one breath she'd explained that a yes was a yes however it was uttered and a verbal agreement was almost as good as a written one and besides if he didn't take her dancing then she would tell her mum that they were having sex and Jackie would slap him and... and... and they'd never have sex again. So there.
Then she'd rushed off to the wardrobe room, leaving the Doctor to ponder just who had been screwed.
He had felt the stir of an oncoming bad mood.
~oOo~
Two hours later when Rose hadn't returned from the wardrobe room, the Doctor's bad mood had become a very bad mood. So with scowl in place and his sonic screwdriver set to 'chastise', he went to look for Rose.
What he found when he got to the wardrobe room put him in a good mood. A very good mood.
Rose was crawling around on her hands and knees, wearing a black bra and knickers, black stockings and a pair of bright red high heel shoes. The Doctor admired the view for a while before curiosity got the better of him and he asked her why she was on the floor on all fours. The second he'd asked the question, he'd already had an answer ready. But he'd been wrong; apparently she'd lost an earring. He was a tad disappointed. But gentleman that he was, he offered to help her look for it. Rose looked up at him, suspecting that he had an ulterior motive.
She was right -- he did.
Dropping to his knees behind Rose he spread her legs a little wider and stroked the curve of her bottom, his long fingers smoothing over the black satin of her knickers. Rose opened her mouth; about to protest -- then quickly shut it again. The Doctor slipped a finger past the scrap of fabric, sliding it deeply into the slick heat he found there. He smirked broadly when Rose pushed back onto his hand and made a little mewling sound that he had learnt from previous experience usually meant, 'more', 'faster' or 'harder'. But since he wasn't quite sure which one she wanted, he decided to slip another finger inside her to join the first and give her a deluxe combination of the three. Which she seemed to enjoy immensely.
With his other hand he unhooked her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, his hand moving to cup and caress one breast. He teased the nipple, rubbing and rolling it, squeezing it and nipping it -- all of which produced more mewling from Rose. That, combined with the fact that his hand was now soaked with her juices, convinced him that Rose was enjoying his attentions. He also had to admit that from the almost painful tightness behind his jeans zip, he was enjoying it too.
He slid his fingers out of her and with a sigh of relief released his cock from behind the zipper. Rose swore loudly... although it could have been an instruction to continue.
Grinning, he decided that she'd been a very bad girl, tricking him into saying 'yes' and she needed to be punished. So he presented the thick head of his cock to the entrance to her core, pressing it to the damp patch he could see on her knickers. He rubbed the head against the black satin and Rose pushed back in vain.
He took hold of her knickers and peeled them off, so that they were around her knees. Then he spread open her wet lips and pushed the head of his cock inside her -- just the head. Rose tried to push back onto his cock, desperate to feel his thick length filling her, stretching her, but he pulled out quickly.
She gave a choked sob of frustration, which melted into a mew of pleasure as the Doctor slowly pushed the head of his cock back up inside of her. He gripped her hips and guided in the full length, filling her. Several more times he slowly withdrew, then slowly pushed back inside, frustrating Rose into gasps and grunts and sobs.
When she'd had more than enough of his teasing she slipped her hand between her legs and found what he had so far ignored. She quickly began to rub at her clit, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips as her clever fingers rubbed and stroked and...
The Doctor pulled Rose's hand away from her hard little clit and she almost sobbed, but then he pushed his cock back up inside her with one sure, hard, fast thrust that made white light burst behind her eyes. Then he was rubbing at her clit and suddenly she was coming and coming and coming.
With Rose still clenching around his cock the Doctor gripped her hips and pushed up into her a few more times. He closed his eyes when his orgasm ripped through him, his cum filling her, flooding her.
They lay together on the floor for a while afterwards, waiting for their hearts to stop exploding.
~oOo~
Human men fell asleep after sex. The Doctor wasn't human. The Doctor liked to talk. Rose didn't want to listen. The trouble was she knew that once he started there was no stopping him. So she did the only thing she could, she gave his mouth something else to do -- she sat on his face.
Chapter Five