Author's Notes: My last kinky Twelve/Clara I've got written so far. Sure I will revisit but this is the end of the run I promised you.
The Doctor stepped closer to Clara, his eyes locked onto hers. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out and gently tugged on a strand of her hair, causing her to gasp. "Undress," he commanded, his voice stern.
Clara hesitated for a moment before slowly starting to undress. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy bra. She slid her pants down her legs, revealing her matching lacy thong. The Doctor watched her intently, his eyes darkening with desire.
Once Clara was completely naked, the Doctor stepped closer to her. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over her curves, causing her to shiver with pleasure. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
Clara blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Doctor's hands firmly gripped Clara's wrists, his fingers digging into her skin as he pinned her arms above her head. Her struggles were futile as the Doctor maneuvered her body with an expertise that left her panting for more.
"Doctor, please," Clara begged, her voice already breathless with anticipation.
"Quiet, Clara," the Doctor admonished, his tone stern as he pulled her long brown hair, forcing her to arch her back and push her chest out.
Clara whimpered as the Doctor's free hand trailed down her body, stopping just short of her round arse. She squirmed, trying to grind her hips against his hand, but he pulled away, leaving her wanting.
Clara bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Please, Doctor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you."
"Good girl," the Doctor praise. "Now, on your knees."
Clara obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of the Doctor. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading.
"Please, Doctor," she begged, her voice trembling. "Let me make you feel good."
The Doctor's eyes darkened with desire as he reached down and pulled Clara's hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Open your mouth," he demanded.
Clara obeyed, parting her lips as the Doctor's dick slid into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling around the tip as the Doctor groaned with pleasure.
The Doctor's grip on Clara's hair tightened as he began to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth with rough, deliberate strokes. Clara moaned, the sound muffled by the Doctor's dick.
"That's it, Clara," the Doctor praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all."
Clara sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she struggled to take the Doctor's entire length. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his dick twitching as he neared his climax.
Suddenly, the Doctor pulled out, leaving Clara gasping for air. "Not yet, Clara," he said, his voice strained. "I'm not finished with you yet."
The Doctor grabbed Clara by the hips and pulled her to her feet, pushing her down onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress as he kissed her deeply.
Clara moaned, her body arching up to meet the Doctor's. She could feel his dick pressing against her, hard and insistent.
"Please, Doctor," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
The Doctor chuckled, his lips brushing against Clara's ear. "Patience, Clara," he whispered.
The Doctor trailed his lips down Clara's neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he made his way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as Clara moaned with pleasure.
"Doctor, please," Clara begged, her voice desperate. "I can't take it anymore."
The Doctor's lips curled into a smirk as he reached down and grabbed Clara's thighs, pulling them apart. He positioned himself at her entrance, his dick hard and ready.
"Ready, Clara?" the Doctor asked, his voice strained with desire.
Clara nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Doctor," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The Doctor thrust into Clara, filling her completely. She moaned, her body arching up to meet his.
The Doctor began to thrust, his hips moving with a rhythm that left Clara breathless. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her fingers threaded themselves into his short grey hair.
The Doctor's thrusts grew harder and faster, his dick slamming into Clara with a force that left her gasping for breath. She could feel herself nearing her climax, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Doctor, I'm going to cum," Clara gasped, her voice strained.
The Doctor's thrusts grew even harder, his dick pounding into Clara with a ferocity that left her seeing stars. The little brunette shrieked, her whole body erupting into a fit as she orgasmed. The older Scot took great pleasure in riding out her orgasm, taming her with his rough hands, until he reached his own conclusion, cumming deep inside her.
He held her shaking body close to his in the aftermath as she tried to catch her breath. "Clara, Clara, Clara," he whispered, "what am I going to do with you." Clara lightly scratched his chest with a naughty smirk, "from the looks of it, very bad things…" she teased. He grinned down at her: "oh you have no idea…"