Hi, I'm so sorry about not posting for a while! For some reason, my category settings won't change, so this is labeled as Harry Potter but I swear it's anything but. IGNORE THE CATEGORY TAG/LABEL THING! This is a Doctor Who fanfic, sorry for any disappointment. If anyone knows how to change the category thing (because mine always resets to Harry Potter and I can't post anything new), I would greatly appreciate any help. Anyways, enjoy!
Warning: slight BDSM
"You're all mine, pet," The Doctor growled into her ear.
Clara whimpered lightly and made to turn 'round and look at him but his hand shoved her head forward, forcing her body further against the console.
"Don't move unless I say so," he stated before proceeding to push her skirt down where it pooled around her ankles.
Placing one hand on her hip to keep her steady and the other in front on her sex, he gently rubbed against her, his palm digging forcefully on her covered clit. She moaned softly, urging him on further. His hands tore away at her panties, and he snaked his fingers around to her front to tease her clit more. She whimpered again at his touch, and made a slight squeaking noise when he roughly shoved two fingers deep inside her.
"Mm, you're so tight," he murmured, adding a third finger without warning. Clara moaned loudly now, and her hands were gripping onto the edge of the console tightly. The Doctor brushed his thumb lightly over her mound, and her head rolled back in complete bliss. Her eyes were shut and she was smiling slightly, as if not wanting to show how much she enjoyed this.
The fact that she was repeatedly pushing her naked rump up against his hard, clothed member gave her away completely, however.
"Patience, my pet," he whispered, pulling his fingers out of her to undo his buckle. She started to turn around again but he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and shoved her face down against the console. Clara whimpered from the pain, her arms being the only things that saved her face from hitting the metal buttons on the panel.
"See, this is what happens when you don't listen to my instructions," the Doctor said, holding her head down while undoing his trousers with his other hand. "I was going to go nice and gentle with you but, seeing as you're not cooperating, I'm going to have to be a bit rough."
Clara swallowed nervously but couldn't help the excitement that she felt. She knew that her Doctor was always sad and forlorn, much like a lost puppy, despite the fact that he always tried to diffuse the tension and lighten the mood with his awkwardness. Whenever they did, well, 'this', he seemed to let go of his old, worn-down self for a bit and slip into a different, more take-charge and in-charge personality. If this made his anger and stress and problems go away, who was she to deny him that? Besides, it wasn't very hard to see that she enjoyed this as well.
She gasped when he roughly shoved into her arse, filling her completely. They immediately fell into a comfortable pace. His fingers had once again found their way to her clit, keeping it stimulated. Clara's head and chest were being kept in place by his hand, and the constant humming and vibrating of the console quite deeply affected her over-sensitive nipples, even though she still had her top on.
The Doctor picked up the pace after a few moments; his hand on her sex helped with keeping a faster rhythm by practically pushing and pulling her arse onto and over his cock. She struggled to keep her balance, especially with her legs spread so wide. Clara was now whimpering and moaning endlessly as she quickly approached her climax. It wasn't long until she was right on the edge, but, being the ever-faithful pet that she was, she waited for the Doctor to reach his own climax as well.
The Doctor felt his own orgasm coming on quite strongly, and was only further encouraged by the sweet sounds coming from Clara's mouth. He knew she wouldn't come until he was ready, and looked down at her face being held down by his hand. Her eyes were still closed and he could sense her concentration at controlling her own orgasm to match his. She was so sweet and so beautiful. And all his.
"Do you want to come, my love?" He caressed her cheek gently, all the while pounding into her arse.
" Yes, please, I-ungh!" Clara gasped. Her brow furrowed further, and she bit her lip.
"Then come for me."
They climaxed together, and he released her as they both caught their breath. He saw Clara's eyes flutter open before she straightened up and looked at him. She then glanced down to pick up her skirt and knickers and started redressing again. He did the same until they both looked as presentable as possible after just having sex.
She then peered straight into his eyes, perhaps searching for approval or contentment, anything but the sadness and desperation that she too often found. Taking the few, short steps to him, she hugged him gently and he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on hers.
"You okay?" she murmured into his chest.
He chuckled lightly. "Yup," he pulled back and looked down at her. "Always looking out for me, eh?"
"Who else is going to?" she smiled up at him.
"Ah, well, there've been a few others, but I suppose, now, it's just you."
"Well, then, I've got quite a job, don't I?"
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