fic : Five Times The Doctor F*ck*d Rose Tyler and One Time She F*ck*d Him (5/6)
Title : Five Times The Doctor F*ck*d Rose Tyler and One Time She F*ck*d Him (5/6)
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 realised that he was going to have to take Rose dancing, since there really wasn't a way of getting out of it (and believe me he had tried to find one). But the threat of never being able to have sex with her again was hanging over his head, and that was a risk he wasn't prepared to take. The fact of the matter was that Rose had him with his back to the wall, which was a position he wasn't entirely comfortable with. He much preferred it when he had her back to the wall... of the TARDIS, or the broom cupboard, or the wardrobe room. Any wall really.
Besides, he never could refuse her anything when she was wearing her very, very, little black dress and smiling at him with the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. He hoped that she too couldn't refuse him anything, as he undid his jeans and asked her hopefully; "One for the road?"
Rose smiled seductively, wrapped her hand around his already hard cock and... packed it away again behind denim and zip. The Doctor's shoulders sagged, even though his ardour did not. Then Rose slid her hand between his legs and cupped him, rubbing him there while she licked her lips. The Doctor's cock stirred, hardened more, thickened more, but remained steadfastly under house-arrest.
Rose leant in close to him, so that he could smell her delicate perfume and brushed her lips to his, but before he could deepen the kiss she pulled back and gave him a final stroke between his legs. "Later," she whispered, then looked expectantly to the TARDIS console.
The Doctor looked down to the bulge so unjustly imprisoned behind his jeans zip, and hoped with both his hearts that later would come sooner than expected.
~oOo~
He took Rose to Earth, the year 7016, and an under lit nightclub called Why-Aye-Man, in New New Newcastle. They played loud music, served overpriced drinks and blatantly flaunted the safety laws on over-crowding. All the men talked about was football and all the women talked about was the previous nights episode of North-EastEnders.
The Doctor hated it. Rose loved it.
And so he sulked. He sulked like a nine hundred year old. Which, he hoped would put enough of a damper on the evening that Rose would agree to leave. But Rose wasn't going to let him spoil her fun. She stuck out her tongue at him and skipped off to the dance-floor alone.
The Doctor stood by the bar, nursing a hyper-vodka and watching Rose Tyler. Her very, very, little black dress was doing nothing to ease the discomfort in his jeans.
And so Rose danced and danced and then she danced some more. The Doctor didn't dance, he found a table, sat down and drank his hyper-vodka. But he watched. He couldn't stop watching, and the more he watched the more he was glad that the club was so dark, because he didn't think he could bear the tightness behind his zip a moment longer. He looked at Rose as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he noticed that her very, very, little black dress had ridden up her legs and was now only just about covering her modesty. That did it as far as he was concerned. He slipped his hand under the table and undid his jeans, giving a sigh of relief as his achingly stiff cock broke free from its confinement.
He knew that he shouldn't, he really, really shouldn't... but he couldn't quite seem to stop himself. He took his cock into one cool hand, wrapped his fingers tight around it and fell into guilty pleasure. He closed his eyes and gave a broad grin as he began to beat himself off with firm, slow, steady, strokes. He brushed a thumb across the thick head and his fingers became sticky with his pre-cum. He smeared it over the hard shaft and continued his work. He much preferred Rose's wet warmth to his cool hand -- but he was so ready. He just needed to watch her a little longer and so he opened his eyes to seek Rose out on the dance-floor. He swallowed hard when he saw that she wasn't on the dance-floor. She was standing right next to him.
She smiled his favourite smile and sat on the table, with her legs spread open either side of him. "Have you got something for me, hidden under the table?" she asked innocently.
"How did you know?"
Her eyes flickered to where his hand was busy. "Oh, I'd know that grin anywhere."
The Doctor stood up. "I've been hard all night," he said, moving closer to her. His eyes darkened to midnight steel. "Is it later yet?"
Rose wriggled closer still. "Oh, yeah," she said with a nod of her blonde head and more of that smile.
"Fantastic," he said, and swiftly pushed his hard cock past her damp knickers, letting out a muffled groan as Rose wrapped her legs around his hips. He held her in his arms, held her close and kissed her deeply, all the while his body making slow, determined thrusts up into her. But the angle was frustratingly difficult, and each wanted so much more.
"Fuck me," Rose whispered in his ear, then with a flash of daredevil brightening her eyes she lay back on the table. The Doctor gazed down at her and did exactly what she'd asked of him. He fucked her. Hard. And it was fantastic.
Rose gripped onto the sides of the table as it shook under them with the force of the Doctor's pounding thrusts into her. She lost count of the number of times he pushed inside her then drew himself out. Not enough. It would never be enough. She would never stop wanting this. She lifted her hips up and screamed out in pleasure as she felt her orgasm build then take her. She screamed again as she felt the Doctor's cock throb and pulse inside her tight hold, his cum filling her, flooding her, she was soaked in sex and didn't care.
They slumped together on the table top, satisfied and exhausted, catching their breath and both grinning stupidly at each other. The Doctor moved to kiss her softly and Rose felt her heart fill with love, and soar like a shooting star.
~oOo~
Of course, they were asked to leave.
Chapter Six