"Y/N!"

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

You walked out from the library with Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban still in hand to the console room, where the Doctor was. "The library. I was going to get to the part when–"

"Oh, was I disturbing you?" The Doctor asked.

You smiled and shook your head. "Not at all. Do you need anything?"

He gave you a look as if he expected you to know the answer. "Nah, nothing. Just checking to see if you haven't blundered off."

Laughing, you chucked the book at him.

"Ey!"

"That's what you get for that attitude." You smiled before heading back to the library to get a new book.

•—•—•

Oh, Y/N. That little bugger.

The Doctor couldn't help but smile at the thought of her. He picked up the book she had thrown at him and placed it on the control panel. Maybe she'd come back to put it back into the library as she always did.

Oh, the thought of her bending down to place a book on the shelf. "Not now, not now," The Doctor murmured, walking around the TARDIS console room. Then he stopped and gave it a thought. "...Maybe just for a while."

It had only been three days since he thought of her in that way. So he quickly prepared – some tissues and hid in a room which should be far from her ears. It would be embarrassing if she knew he thought of her that way. With a quick peep in the library to see if she was busy – which she was with reading a red book – the Doctor headed to the room to relieve himself.

He thought about her naked. All her body parts that she claimed imperfect were perfect to him. The Doctor let out a small moan as he quickly took off his pants and boxers, stroking his own penis. He imagined fucking her from behind and making her whimper and moan his name while furiously stroking his penis up and down, the erection already so obvious. Oh, the parts of her that he'd explore and take dominance over, the way she'd moan when he was in an out of her. "F-f..." He started, but unable to finish as he'd ejaculated.

The Doctor panted for a while before he continued, letting his wildest fantasies overtake him. Making love to her against the wall, on a table, for the bed just wasn't enough. He thought of her looking up at him while she was sucking his penis and it didn't take long for him to ejaculate again.

"Fuck, Y/N, why do you make me feel like this," He murmured as his stroking slowed down.

When he was done, he cleaned up his mess using the tissues and put his pants back on.

"Right. Now, pretend like nothing has happened and you face her with no–" The Doctor said to himself as he turned around to leave the room, only to find Y/N standing at the doorway, holding the red book and crossing her arms.

"Y/N!" He shouted, so surprised that he almost tripped over himself. "Uh, hello! Fancy seeing you here! How's the book?"

"Doctor," Y/N said, completely unfazed. "If you wanted me... You could just tell me."

"What?" The Doctor said, trying to pretend as if he had no idea.

Y/N uncrossed her arms and walked over to the Doctor. As he was towering over her, she had to stand up on the tips of her toes to reach his ears. "I can make you feel good, Doctor. If that's what you want."

The Doctor had to blink twice. This was all he ever wanted. But should he?

"Come on," Y/N grinned, taking the Doctor's hand. "Let's get started, shall we?"

a/n : i probably rlly suck at this but I just wanted some doctor who lemon mkay dont blame me

...should i make a part two or leave readers in suspense?