A/N: Surprise Weedy fic~ Bet nobody expected her of all people~ Felt good to write her though, her cleanliness habits make for good writing material~
Enjoy~
Clean Release
''Hello, which way do I go for my annual exams?''
''This way Miss.''
''Excuse me, is this the dentist's wing? Where can I find...''
Various voices spoke up and faded as the Doctor walked down the long hallways of Rhodes Island's medical wing, passing by nurses and doctors of varying standings. Some stopped to greet him but many settled for a more quick nod before they continued on with their jobs, which was fine by him – he wasn't here to sightsee. Rather, he was here searching for one person in particular.
Someone who he soon found as he left the medical section of the hospital wing, and made his way into the bioengineering department just past it, indicated solely by a pair of heavy wood doors and a sign. The long hallway led into many experiment rooms or labs, the fewer number of bioengineers present telling of how strained the department could get at times. With how tight Rhodes Island's budget could be, it wasn't a surprise to see the place a touch understaffed, but it was disappointing all the same. Nothing that could be done of it though, unfortunately.
Shaking off the thought the Doctor made his way towards one room in particular, taking a right turn into a narrow corridor – before coming to a stop in front of a frosted-glass door, the white frame matching the walls. Knowing that distractions could prove annoying he didn't bother knocking, instead carefully pushing the handle down and stepping inside the room, eyes sweeping past the various empty desks and workstations, until soon he found a lone girl busy leaning over a tray of substances, poking and pushing them together with some metal tongs. Weedy.
'Hopefully she's not busy...' The Doctor thought to himself, waiting patiently by the door – knowing from experience that frightening a bioengineer tended to have explosive results.
Mercifully he was left waiting only a little over a minute before Weedy finished whatever she was doing; silent as she cleaned her tools with an anti-bacterial wipe and then washed her hands with a similar solution, cleaning them practically to a shine before finally turning to face him.
''Doctor.'' She greeted him rather plainly, but not impolitely. ''What can I do for you?''
''Straight to the point as always, Weedy.''
''I'm in the middle of work, so I'd hope I'd be, yes.'' The bioengineer said flatly. ''So, what is it?''
The Doctor hummed, reaching up and taking off his mask. He only ever did it in the presence of people he trusted, and Weedy was comfortably one of them – having apparently known him well prior to his memories fading. She never really spoke about the old him, apparently deciding that lingering on the past was of no concern to her, but he couldn't let go of it himself. Not yet; not until he knew who he used to be, for better or worse.
''I wanted to know if you can help me get my memories back.'' He confessed.
Weedy hummed, arms slowly folding. ''What brought this on?''
''General curiosity.'' The Doctor admitted. ''I thought that since your line of work was related to biology, you might be able to provide some more information about it.''
Weedy gave him a contemplative look for several long seconds; breaking off eye-contact and looking aside soon after. ''I... suppose. It's hard due to the delicate nature of the brain; doing it could risk causing anything from personality overlaps to a mental breakdown, and having you out-of-commission is far from what any of us want.''
''I'm willing to take those risks.'' The Doctor replied firmly. ''It doesn't have to be everything, but just enough that I can at least start remembering would go a long way.''
The bioengineer tapped her arm with her fingers methodically, silent. He waited, gazing at her stoic visage for any minor detail that could give her thoughts away, finding none – her poker face almost impossible to read. When the silence began to drag he opened his mouth to repeat the question, only for Weedy to then reply.
''Alright.'' She sighed, turning away. ''Come by my room tonight. Ten o'clock. I'll see what I can do.''
The Doctor smiled gratefully. ''Thank you, Weedy.''
Then with a soft click he put his mask back on and departed, leaving the bioengineer to her work.
X-x-X
Nightfall came and the clock ticked around to ten o'clock, and knowing of her OCD, the Doctor banged his knuckles on her door the moment the clock hand ticked over.
Knock-knock-knock~
His hand had barely started to lower when the door clicked open, and on the other side stood Weedy, still dressed as she normally did and with a sharp look in her eyes. Silently she stepped aside and gestured for him to enter her room, his feet carrying him inside with thinly-veiled eagerness, the door clicking shut behind him a few moments later; sealing him in with the Operator.
Given who she was and how long she'd served Rhodes Island, Weedy's room was fairly modest, albeit lavish. The small square size of the bedroom was joined by a separate room entirely joined through a door, leading to what he presumed was a living room or kitchen area. Her bedroom held a comfy-looking double bed, various bits of furniture and several different types of cleaning solutions, from anti-bacterial wipes to soap dispensers to spray bottles of window cleaner. Let it never be said she didn't keep her room spotless.
''So, what are we-''
''Clean up.'' Weedy cut him off, stepping away from him. ''You can use my shower. Clean yourself thoroughly with the soap and shampoo provided. There's a robe in there if needed. We'll start once you've done that.''
To anyone else such a statement might come across as rude, but given Weedy's borderline obsession with cleanliness, it was more of a requirement to entering her room than a request. ''Ah... sure.''
Removing his mask the Doctor laid it on the table next to the door, sighing exasperatedly when Weedy immediately picked it up and wiped it with an anti-bacterial wipe, followed by the surface it touched. Deciding her cleanliness was a small price to pay for his memories the Doctor walked past her towards her bathroom, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him, not bothering to lock it given she knew he was inside; if anything touching the handle would only give her a reason to come in and sterilise it.
Then with a soft sigh, he stripped. His heavy coat came off and was dumped into the clearly-marked hamper, his shirt following suit along with his belt moments after. Pushing his pants down he spent long enough to untie his shoes and leave them next to the hamper before peeling his pants off entirely – sparing a brief look at the door before taking his boxers off, leaving him in the nude. Careful not to touch anything he crossed the bathroom, his feet tapping across the polished grey tiles and his gaze fixated on the shower; the pale walls surrounding it on three sides and with a single sliding glass door leading into the shower itself.
'She has a nice bathroom.' The Doctor noted idly, stepping into the shower. 'Might ask Kal'tsit if I can upgrade mine too...'
Smiling wryly at the thought he reached out, twisting the metal knobs on the wall and turning on the shower; a hot spray of shower falling over him. The temperature briefly oscillated between burning hot and frigid cold before balancing out into a pleasant warmth, the liquid spraying over his back as he bent over and picked up one of the two bottles on the side; shampoo. One with a sticker saying 'reserved for Doctor' on it in bold letters.
He sweat-dropped at that, but squirted some of the cream-coloured liquid into his hand and rubbed it into his hair, rinsing it out within the minute. The shower gel came next, squirted into his hands and rubbed over his body, humming lightly to himself as he cleaned himself all over. So busy with his act the he didn't hear the door softly click open, nor did he hear the soft pats of feet against smooth tile.
It was only when he felt a warm body press against his back that he realised he wasn't the only one in the bathroom.
''Mm?!'' He jumped lightly. ''W-Weedy?''
The Doctor looked over his shoulder, his cheeks rapidly warming up when he found Weedy naked – the five-foot girl standing shorter than him and giving him a look down her front, the angle letting him glimpse her small chest but no more. Weedy herself blushed at his stare and gave him a cute sort of frown, hands wrapping around his stomach and keeping her flush against his back, leaving no chance for him to turn around and check her out.
''Why are-'' He began to say, but once more she cut him off.
''Back before you lost your memories, we had a thing going on.'' The Operator told him, squeezing him against her. ''You called it stress-relief. A way to focus on your work and get rid of your 'unnecessary' urges that 'naturally arose'. I agreed because you were the one man I felt comfortable enough to do it with.''
The Doctor blushed deeply. It didn't take a genius to fill in the gaps. ''...then...?''
She nodded slightly, pressing her cheek against his upper-back. ''...part of my reasoning was wanting to feel that again. I won't lie. However, I also do believe that... doing it, again, might help bring back some memories. Probably not all, but with ones involving the two of us... it's logically possible. And if you can remember our history, it opens the door to you remembering others, using people as a mental node to ground your memories.''
As embarrassing as it was, the knowledge that she wasn't making a move on him for no reason calmed him a little. ''I see... and you're fine with this?''
''Mm.'' He felt her right hand slide down his front. ''...here, let me.''
A sharp shudder lanced through the Doctor as her lithe fingers curled around his cock, lifting his limp dick into her palm and gently stroking it. Her other hand ran aimlessly over his chest, keeping her front flush against his back and abling him to feel her nipples poke his back, the erotic sensation only fuelling the arousal mounting within him. Perhaps because of that his blood rushed south with vigour, his cock growing in her hand.
As he got bigger she held his cock more properly, her light tugs escalating into slow strokes. Then he felt her lips touch the back of his neck – kissing it with a slow, wet smooch. Another one followed a few seconds later, her lips soft as they slid over his flesh and planted another kiss onto his neck. Between the kissing and the hand-job the Doctor could only groan, the spray of the shower warm against his front.
''Hah... haah...'' The Doctor began to pant; his cock becoming fully erect in her hand.
Even if he couldn't see Weedy's face he could feel her own aroused breaths tickle his back, her lips continuing to peck and smooch at his skin as she gave him a reach-around. Her hand slid along his cock faster and faster until she was outright jerking him off, her thumb sliding over the head of his cock as she jerked it, igniting his nerves with electric pleasure. When he unintentionally leaned back a bit she pushed her body up against his, all but spooning him as she worked her wrist.
Until soon he had a request. ''Mn... let me see you at least...''
Weedy's hand slowed, and then with a whispered 'fine' she uncurled her fingers – stepping next to him. He twisted around to face her, lust bubbling up within him as he looked her over; admiring her nude body. From her slim shoulders and arms to her wide hips and small, plumpish breasts, he soaked in the sight of it all; his aroused gaze naturally going lower to the slit between her legs. Weedy blushed darkly but made no move to cover her body, instead grasping his cock once more and jerking him off; letting her naked self be the fuel to get him off.
And it worked very well. Since waking up from cryostasis he hadn't seen a woman naked, and seeing one standing right in front of him while jerking him off turned on all sorts of things within him, his breathing becoming deeper and more raspy, his skin heating up and his eyes greedily soaking in every little curve. Soon he couldn't contain himself and reached out with his left hand, laying his hand over her right breast and groping it, savouring the slight shiver that trembled through Weedy's frame.
''Mn...'' She squeezed the tip of his cock. ''Did you wash here, too...?''
He flushed at the embarrassing question. ''Yeah...?''
Weedy's cheeks burned, and her hand slowed down – before the Operator then sunk down to her knees. His hand slipped off of her breast as she knelt before him, both of her hands landing on his waist and steadying him in front of her, his cock at eye-level with her. Weedy eyed his cock with a sort of embarrassed want, glancing up at him briefly before demurely leaning in, kissing the tip of his cock. She leaned back and hesitated for another second, then kissed again; more kisses slowly following afterwards.
The Doctor groaned at the ticklish sensations, planting his hands on the wall behind her and leaning forwards slightly, enduring the lips that tickled his tip. Said lips soon slid over the head of his cock, grazing them slightly before they pursed just past the head – a groan of pure lust escaping him when Weedy sucked, and sucked hard. Her tongue began to lash at the tip, dragging and draping itself over the swollen tip of his cock, lathering saliva over it.
''Mmph...'' The bioengineer shut her eyes, pushing her lips further down his cock.
The Doctor's moan rung all the louder, the sound bouncing off the warm walls and audible even with the hiss of the shower less than a foot away. Weedy held onto his waist tighter in response, making a choked, wet grunt as she pushed herself the rest of the way down his cock – forcing herself to deep-throat him. Just feeling his cock be enveloped on all sides by her wet, warm mouth felt downright heavenly; gasps fleeing his throat as the head of his cock went down her throat.
Weedy didn't stay still for long. After just a few seconds the Operator dragged her lips back up to the tip of his cock before promptly diving back down, sucking her way back-and-forth along his cock, smearing her saliva along his dick in the process. With her hands on his hips she could pull him closer when she wanted, grunting wetly when she deep-throated his cock – spicing things up by pulling back only slightly, causing her to make quick, repeated wet grunts as the tip of his cock went down her throat several times a second.
''Phaah...!'' Before with an exhale Weedy pulled back up to the tip, tilting her head as she returned to blowing him.
''Weedy... shit, you're good at this...'' The Doctor groaned under his breath.
The bioengineer blushed but didn't stop sucking him off to reply, her lips pursed tightly around his meat. Combined with her prior hand-job and her outright nudity and he felt a distinct heat rapidly rise within him, unheeding of how he pushed the instinctive desire down. He wanted to savour the situation, to relish the amazing blow-job, but it was too good – his nerves on fire as her tongue lashed them or her lips grazed them, each suck preluding the exhale of warm air that tickled his dick, pushing him closer to his limit.
A fact made all the more apparent to him as Weedy deep-throated him once more; making wet-sounding grunts and gulps as his cock went down her throat, no sign of a gag reflex to be seen. He tried to endure the passionate blow-job but he couldn't, the tingling heat rising up his cock faster than he could control.
Until finally he couldn't hold back. ''Weedy!''
Cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Weedy's tongue or going down her throat – causing the Operator to cough and splutter in surprise, jerking her head back. His cock sprung out of her lips but his orgasm wasn't finished, shooting ropes of cum across Weedy's face, his milky seed streaking across her cheeks or over her forehead, darkening her cheeks with embarrassment as he came all over her face; several smaller spurts falling short and hitting her breasts.
''Mn...'' Weedy shuddered, uncomfortably leaning into the shower's spray and letting it wash his cum load off. ''Ew...''
The Doctor just smiled tightly, his sensitive length twitching as the water washed over it, cleaning it somewhat even without him touching it. ''Not like it?''
''Was just surprised.'' She mumbled back. ''I don't mind swallowing it though...''
He shivered at the thought, watching the nude girl as she slowly stood up. ''Speaking of which... what did we used to do?''
Weedy's cheeks burned, but she answered honestly. ''...it depended on your mood. When you were tired and stressed it was usually rougher. When you were irritated you were really rough.''
''Was I always like that?'' He inquired, turning the shower off at her gesture.
She shook her head, stepping out of the shower. ''No, just most of the time. There were moments when you were content or happy. You were... gentle, with me then. Loving, almost. Nothing romantic was really between us but in those moments you treated it like there was.''
Her cheeks darkened and she looked aside. ''...though, I never minded when you were rough. Even if you made it hurt, it still felt good. Exciting. And even when you held me down and had your way with me, I never felt as if I had no choice. You... were always aware of how I felt. How to make sure I was comfortable, both with the act, and with my aversion to certain things.''
The Doctor absorbed this information quietly. A sense of familiarity came with her words, and when he shut his eyes he could almost envision it – seeing Weedy's naked body on the bed, her head lolled to one side and her lips ajar, exhaling heavy, panting breaths. Her breasts would heave with each inhale and her legs would open for him, allowing him to guide his swollen cock between her lower lips, burying himself within her and savagely ramming himself into her, causing her to seize and spasm with cries of pleasure.
He blinked, and the vague image was gone, leaving his cheeks hot but little else. ''I... see...''
Weedy just smiled slightly, picking up a towel and drying herself off superficially. He did the same, taking the towel pre-labelled as his and wiping off the worst of the water – having barely a few moments to do so before Weedy began to walk, gesturing him to follow with naught but a curling finger. He obeyed, following behind her and letting his gaze drift south, gazing at her ass. Perhaps it was because of her nudity, but he was only then noticing she had a pretty cute butt.
As if sensing that thought Weedy flushed, gazing at him from over her shoulder with pink cheeks. Smiling lightly back the Doctor followed her as she led him towards her bed, the shorter girl turning around and sitting down on the edge, leaving her towel to fall to the floor next to her feet. He abandoned her towel on top of hers, slowly leaning down and taking her by the shoulders, pushing her flat onto her back – leaving her entire nude frame visible to him.
Weedy squirmed slightly. ''...prepare me a little, first...''
Emphasising her words Weedy took his right hand and guided it between her legs, spreading them open slightly. Taking the hint the Doctor rubbed her folds slowly, his fingers pressing down upon her smooth slit and teasing her little by little, relishing the way her eyelashes fluttered shut from the gentle stimulation. Growing a touch bolder he curled his fingers and eased two fingers into her hole, pushing them in slowly and watching how she tensed, a soft groan escaping her.
The Doctor leaned down, balancing himself with his one free hand – before he connected his lips with hers. Weedy moaned against his lips, the sound soft and low yet ever so sensual, her head tilting back a little as she released the sound. Emboldened by it he pumped his two fingers into her, pushing the digits inside and feeling her hot inner walls clench around them, the sensation foreign yet vaguely familiar at the same time, encouraging him to keep doing it.
''Mn...'' Weedy breathed out another moan. ''Doctor...''
He replied by pushing a third finger into her. Weedy tensed, jaw stiff for a solid few seconds before she expelled a lustful mewl, the cute sound soon muffled when he sealed his lips against hers – making out with her. She leaned into the kiss, the slow smacking of lips ringing sweetly in his ears, her soft sounds of pleasure drifting out between kisses; his fingers working their magic inside of her pussy, getting her wet.
Weedy stopped him not long after that, grasping his wrist and nudging it back. ''Mn... that's enough...''
The Doctor obliged, withdrawing his fingers from her heat and wiping them clean on the bed, smiling sheepishly when she gave her a slightly annoyed look. The look vanished when he pecked her on the lips, a flustered blush colouring her cheeks instead.
Then with a slow spread of her legs Weedy presented herself to him, a dark blush heating up her face and her lithe hands grasping the bed sheets in preparation. What she wanted him to do was obvious so he didn't waste time asking, instead shifting himself between her legs, running his gaze down her body; ending at her wet folds. The sight left his cock throbbing, his shaft soon grasped within his hand as he guided it to her entrance, sliding the head along her slit.
''Mn...'' Weedy exhaled. ''Do it.''
The Doctor complied, holding her hip, and pushing inside. The tip sunk in easily, her searing heat engulfing it instantaneously and igniting his nerves; eliciting a mutual moan from both of them – their pleasure heightened as he kept pushing in, scraping her tight inner walls with his shaft, her folds parting as more of his dick slid into her. At one point he started to meet resistance so he put more force into it, hissing when he squeezed the last few inches of his dick inside her, the tip of his cock hitting her innermost parts a moment later.
''H-Haah...'' Weedy's grip on the sheet was white-knuckled. ''Mn... i-it's been so long... since you've been inside me...''
''Glad to be back.'' The Doctor breathlessly teased.
Weedy blushed, pouting up at him slightly. The cute expression melted away as he connected his lips with hers, eliciting a soft moan from the Operator as he pressed his body down against hers, their skin flush together. Using one hand to keep him upright he slid his other hand up to her left breast, groping it and eliciting a muffled moan from Weedy, her back arching and emphasising her modest chest. Neither too large nor too small; the perfect size for her.
Then without so much as a word he reared his hips back, sliding his cock partway out of her wet tunnel, and then drove himself right back inside – his pelvis bumping against hers as he stuffed her full once more. Weedy tightened around him, her vagina smothering his cock and only encouraging him to repeat the motion, his shaft sliding out and pushing back in, her tightness only amplifying the intense friction.
''Hah, hah...'' He broke off the kiss and pressed his lips against her forehead instead, kissing it as he pumped into her sex. ''You're so tight...''
Weedy shuddered beneath him. ''Y-You said that... before too...''
The Doctor just gave her a strained smile, leaning down and kissing her on the lips, luring her back into another brief make-out session. His hips worked a little faster, scraping her vaginal walls with his girth and coaxing out more sounds of pleasure from the girl beneath him, their sweaty skin touching and rubbing together. His hands soon shifted up, planting themselves on the bed so he could lean more upright, breaking off the kiss in the process.
Weedy locked eyes with him; panting breaths fleeing her lips as he plunged into her faster, their skin begging to hit together loud enough to make a smacking sound. Whether because of that or the mounting pleasure she grew tight around his shaft, her insides seizing tight before relaxing, only to seize up tight once more moments later. When he rocked his hips with each thrust her lower body lifted itself up off the bed slightly, the repeated claps of flesh sending ripples spasming up through her body, her head lolling back as she moaned.
''Hah... Weedy...'' He leaned back down and kissed her exposed throat, relishing the hot moan that tumbled out of her mouth.
He kissed his way up her jaw and swiftly reclaimed her lips, kissing her with passionate hunger. Weedy moaned into his mouth, her bare legs tickling his hips before she managed to wrap them around his waist, her feet pressing against his lower-back and pushing him into her – coaxing out a mutual moan from them, the sound partially muffled by the kiss. The sound of smacking skin however was not muffled, the noise made distinctly wet thanks to the water still dripping down their bodies.
Getting more heated the Doctor spiced up his movements on long-forgotten instinct, several times ceasing all thrusting – instead burying himself up to the hilt inside her pussy and stirring his hips about, pushing his cock about her tight insides. Then without missing a beat he went back to pounding her, relishing the soft cry of pleasure that escaped Weedy as he pumped into her, hitting all of her sweet spots with each thrust.
''Hah, I can't.'' Kissing interspersed his words. ''I'm almost there, Mn...''
''Not inside.'' Weedy whispered back, groaning as she forced herself to open her legs wide, letting him get ready to pull out.
The Doctor grunted in acknowledgement, pounding himself balls-deep into Weedy with renewed vigour, the slapping of skin growing louder. The bed rocked beneath them and the nude body beneath him spasmed and jerked, rasping gasps of air getting louder as Weedy tried to keep getting air into her lungs, her pussy tightening up around him as her end rapidly neared.
His gaze flickered all over her, committing her nude frame to memory, finding it overlapping with a vague, hazy memory of her in the same position.
And then just like in the hazy memory he felt her suddenly clench tight, jerk her shoulders inwards, and cry out.
''Doctor!'' Weedy cried, jerking her head back.
Overwhelming pleasure lanced through him as she clenched tight around him, her pussy milking his cock – and suddenly pulling out became impossible as instinct took control, and he slammed himself balls-deep into her, blowing his load inside her. Weedy clearly felt it; gasping and seizing beneath him as he pumped his milky load deep into her, the tip pressing against her cervix and shooting his seed into her womb, each throb of his cock preluding the gush of warmth that filled her up, so much spurting into her that some began to leak out between his cock and her inner walls, the white fluid seeping out of her folds.
''Hah... haah... haah...'' The Doctor shuddered as powerful waves of pleasure washed over him. ''Weedy... I...''
A hand whacked his chest. ''I told you to pull out.''
''Sorry. Couldn't at the last moment.'' He breathlessly apologised, gazing down into Weedy's angry eyes; the emotion muted somewhat by her burning cheeks.
Her anger didn't last much longer, the fire waning until it melted into vague annoyance instead. ''Tch... this isn't even a safe day for me, you know. If you've knocked me up you're taking responsibility, okay?''
''I will.'' He promised without missing a beat.
Perhaps taken aback by his readiness to agree Weedy blushed, blinking in slight surprise before averting her eyes entirely. Smiling slightly the Doctor leaned down and kissed her cheek as apology, melting away what remained of her anger and earning a sigh from her, the Operator's lips soon drifting in close and kissing him back. Slowly the Doctor reared his hips back, pulling his cock out of her vice-like pussy and coaxing a groan out of them both, their hypersensitive parts quivering from the stimulation – his cock soon springing out of her folds.
The Doctor broke off the kiss and eased himself back onto the bed, sat with his legs crossed and leaning forwards slightly, catching his breath. Their mutual breathing was the only real sound to be heard, until the sound of shifting bed sheets soon became audible, drawing his eyes back onto Weedy – warmth flushing his face as he watched her also sit up. Even after all they'd done just seeing her nude body was enough to turn him on, his gaze tracing every little curve.
Weedy noticed. ''...if you're not satisfied, we can do it again.''
''You sure?'' The Doctor was already sitting up as he asked.
''Mm.'' Weedy bobbed her head, also shifting up onto her knees, twisting away from him. ''Just don't cum in me this time.''
He murmured a breathy agreement, grasping her waist and getting behind her, running his eyes over Weedy's nude body. Growing impatient the Operator wiggled her rear at him, tempting him to finally grasp his cock and line it up with her creampied pussy, the head of his cock sliding over her slit – before he pushed his hips forth, and penetrated her.
''Mm!'' Weedy briefly tightened up around his intruding cock. ''H-Haah...''
The Doctor groaned in agreement, returning his hand to her waist and pulling her back until his pelvis was flush with her ass, every inch of his dick inside her once more. With his cum still inside her she felt slightly sloppy, yet the sensation only aroused him rather than displeased him, tempting him to rock his hips lightly and stir up her insides, relishing the way Weedy mewled with barely-suppressed pleasure.
Then with a slow roll of his hips, he started to move. Doing it with her on all fours felt different than doing it missionary, his cock rubbing against new spots inside of Weedy as he pulled out and hitting others as he pushed right back in, fitting his cock snugly inside of her. The Operator groaned and pushed her ass back against him, only encouraging the Doctor to pick up the pace, his slow thrusts quickly escalating in both speed and strength.
''Mn, Mn, Mn...'' Weedy grunted each time his pelvis hit her ass. ''I... should have more trust... Mn, in you...''
''Yeah?'' The Doctor held her hips tightly, running his thumbs over her defined hip bones. ''What makes you say that?''
''I was worried you would try put it in my ass or something.'' She admitted, mumbling her words slightly. ''If you did that I'd never blow you again.''
A lustful thought came to him. ''So you're saying you want to do this more in the future?''
Weedy blushed darkly, looking at him from over her slim shoulder. ''W-Well... yes?''
The Doctor responded by bucking his hips extra hard, hitting her deepest parts and eliciting a squeal of pleasure from Weedy. Many more hard thrusts followed suit, his cock pounding her cervix and sending jolts up her naked body, a string of moans soon escaping her pink lips too; the sound filling the bedroom arousingly. His hands held her waist tightly but soon began to explore her body, touching her pelvis and thighs and stomach all over.
Getting greedy the Doctor moved his hands up to her breasts, groping them from below and squeezing them. The Operator moaned his name and lolled her head forth, panting as he fondled and fucked her at the same time – only to release a sharp gasp of surprise when he held her tits, and then pulled her back. Reflexively she arched her back, her knees shifting slightly as she balanced herself; cheeks aflame as he effectively arched her back, supporting her with his hands on her chest.
Then before she could so much as utter a word, he resumed thrusting – pounding her pussy with loud, wet smacks of flesh, the loud slapping sound echoing off the walls.
''A-Ah!'' Weedy cried out, lolling her head against her shoulder. ''D-Doctor!''
The Doctor shivered, slowing his thrusts slightly so he could lean over her shoulder, kissing her cheek. Taking the hint Weedy tilted her head towards him and kissed him back, moaning as their lips pushing and rubbed together, their constant movements making it impossible to drag out the kiss for long yet both still tried anyway. The clapping of flesh only got louder as he put his all into it, his hips sore from thrusting back-and-forth so roughly, propelled on by nothing but sheer lust; getting his dick wet by plunging it inside her slick pussy.
''D-Doctor...!'' Weedy gasped against his lips, her eyes half-lidded. ''I'm almost there, just... a little more...''
An extra hard thrust buried him in deep. ''Me too. Want me to... Mn, cum on your back...?''
Weedy shuddered, but said nothing.
''Weedy?'' The pressure in his cock was rapidly worsening; he needed an answer.
The Operator gave him one. ''Just do it inside.''
''Why the change in heart?'' He murmured, kissing her.
Weedy tightened around his meat. ''You did it once already. Doing it... Mn, inside is less of a mess... ah, and, Mm, won't really matter...!''
Talking rapidly became harder so he gave up trying, opting instead to kiss her cheek instead, one hand on her stomach and the other on her breast – holding her upright as he began to pound her all-out, chasing after his incoming high. Pleasure throbbed along his cock and he felt her vaginal walls quiver around his cock, both of them holding back for a little bit longer, chasing after that one final burst that would come because of it.
And he hit it first. A spike of pure heat shot up his cock and hit the tip of his shaft, sending a spasm rippling through him – before with a moan the Doctor came in her pussy, bucking his hips forth. Weedy cried out but he kept thrusting, plunging in-and-out of her sloppy pussy and stirring her spasming insides up, pumping rope after rope of cum into her and causing some of it to spill out of her sex, dripping down between her legs alongside drips of honey.
Until he pulled her flush against him, his cock stuffed fully into her pussy and all movement ceasing – her inner wall squeezing and seizing around his cock, milking every last drop from him. Her clenching insides pushed out of some of his cum, causing more drips of white to fall between her legs or dribble down her inner-thighs, his cock pulsating within her each time he spurted some more into her creampied hole, all but assuring he'd knock her up.
Then with a grunt and a gasp, he pulled out – his cock leaving her pussy and causing thicker dollops of cum to drip out.
''Mn...'' Weedy cupped her pussy and fell down onto her side, panting heavily. ''Tissues... I-I need tissues...''
The Doctor groaned an agreement, pushing past the fatigue hitting him and crawling over to her bedside, withdrawing a tissue without touching the box itself. Weedy murmured a thanks for that, accepting the offered tissue and using it to soak up the worst of his load, so much spilling out of her that she needed several more tissues to clean up the mess.
''You came so much...'' Even Weedy had to comment on it. ''...guess that's what happens when you get backed up for months, huh...''
The Doctor just chuckled, easing himself down onto the bed and snaking his arms around Weedy. She grunted and adjusted her position so she was leaning back against him, whatever discomfort she felt about being all sweaty put aside given the situation; too busy catching her breath to really care.
''So...'' He whispered into her ear. ''What now?''
''What else?'' Weedy murmured, peering up at him. ''A shower.''
''Sounds good.'' The Doctor grinned.
Weedy looked vaguely amused by his response, falling silent as she went back to cleaning up the mess between her legs.
Until she posed a question.
''So, did you remember anything?''
A memory flashed through his mind; of Weedy naked and with cum spilling out of her pussy, her sweaty skin marred with bruises from where he'd held her too hard... and a breathless smile of satisfaction on her face.
''Yeah...'' He kissed her cheek. ''I do.''
Weedy blushed darkly at the affection, but didn't protest it.
It wouldn't be the first, or last time they ended up in that situation either.
[END]
A/N: Curious thought: would a germaphobe prefer to be cummed on, or cummed inside? It's messy either way, so...