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A fierce Glaswegian breeze rattled your bones as you trekked through the city center. Typical that you’d be marooned on a planet that hadn’t invented cheap time travel yet- and you had no way of getting the right type of metal to fix yours. You were about 3.6 million lightyears away from the closest galaxy that would even dare sell it. Typical. Fucking typical. You often wondered if this was the Universes way of punishing you, some warped form of cosmic justice from all the times you’d managed to cheat death.
These thoughts were a daily consideration for you right now, you didn’t know anyone in this time period and there’s only so much you can share with your neighbor or coworker. You came to a crossroads and looked around to ensure no vehicles were coming towards you as you crossed over. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of blue caught your attention. You whipped around and let out a shaky gasp. You knew this route like your childhood home, you’d spent the last three years going back and forth to a menial job you’d managed to blackmail your way into. You knew when something had changed.
And a Police box wasn’t there this morning.
This was your chance. You abandoned your routine to head straight for The Tardis. You could already hear the rhythmic humming song she made whenever you stepped on board. You’d noticed she made a slightly different noise every time someone new stepped on board. It would be repeated if they decided to leave for good. You wondered if maybe it was The TARDIS giving you all names, the children of time that she protected.
Soon you were spreading your hand over a panel of her door, whispering a “Hello gorgeous!” Before walking inside.
Relief seeped into your bones as you saw her expansive control room in all its glory. There was a second where you were scared, you’d find a disgruntled police officer and a square meter's worth of space. You couldn’t count the number of dreams you’d had about The Doctor coming to rescue you. You approached the console and looked up at the glowing central column, resting your hands against the cool metal. Your breathing was shallow, and adrenaline was thumping through you. Years of being forced to live under 21st century Earth capitalism had eroded you to the point where you’d lost hope of ever getting back to your time. And here was your Deus ex Machina, it made you want to cry.
You heard the door open, and you turned around, backing up against the console. Light poured into the room as The Doctor stared at you. You swore a moment of happiness overtook his stony exterior. He took long, deliberate steps towards you. His face had changed since the last time you saw him, and that was a long time ago. As he approached you, the TARDIS’ doors closed behind him.
Once he was stood in front of you, you reached your hand out. He didn’t lean away, he simply let you cup his cheek. His eyes cast downwards. You cradled his head, moving it side to side so you can examine every inch of his new face. It’s a very useful skill to pick him out of a crowd. You feel your face light up in a smile, and the Doctor tilts his head slightly.
“My god, you really are good at choosing the most beautiful faces.” You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, causing the timelord to turn away, a blush creeping onto his sharp cheeks.
“And you’ve always managed to get onto my TARDIS without permission.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hands on either side of you on the console, leaning in just close enough so you’re not touching.
“She lets me in, it’s not my fault your ship has a mind of her own.” You leant your hands back on the console so you could lift yourself up onto the panel. You fit so snugly between the controls. Part of you wondered if he’d built this little throne just for you but you knew he’d never answer you if you asked.
“You’re a long way from home, even for your standards.” The Doctor stepped closer so that his body was flush against you, your legs on either side of him. His hands gripped your thighs and travelled up to your hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands across his chest, admiring the craftsmanship of his suit.
“I got stuck, you wouldn’t happen to have space for another traveler in this big old box, would you? I can’t stand another minute here. It’s a prison.” You tried to communicate your sincerity to him, years of hopeless anguish flooded your eyes with tears. The Doctor felt the weight of the isolation so profound it had nearly sent you mad. He rested his forehead against yours.
“You are always welcome; you should know that by now.” He reached a hand up to cradle your neck and you leant into it. You could feel fire in his skin, burning but not painful; not yet. It was a familiar burn, one that came with unused regeneration energy but there was something else. Your people had always been able to read energy, especially from powerful psychic beings like Time Lords. His emotions erupted from him like waves, entirely untamed and wild. It felt frustrated and pent up, like he was keeping a hurricane behind his eyes. Maybe you both were. The problem with psychic links is he could feel you just as much as you could feel him.
“This face is brand new, isn’t it? I can feel the change hanging in the air.” You traced your thumb over his cheek. “You’re nearly bursting, holding onto that energy is going to exhaust you, dearest.” The Doctor let out a shaky laugh, his breathing had become shallow as energy coursed through his veins. It lit up his nervous system, his senses sharper and more acute. You trailed a finger over his neck and watched his breath hitch as your skin touched. He shuddered forwards, leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You pressed your lips to his cheek, trailing kisses down his neck until you had to undo the top buttons of his shirt to find more to kiss. He let out a whimper and had to steady himself, pushing his body against yours.
“What would the universe say if they knew the great Doctor of War could be disarmed with nothing but neck kisses?” He felt your smile against his skin. The Doctor’s cheeks flushed red, and he let out a huff before snaking a hand up to grip your throat. He tipped your face up so that you met his gaze.
“I rather think it’s none of the universe's business.” He took a moment to study the lines and shapes of your face, seeing the toll being on Earth had on you. He could see it flooding your eyes. “Do I have your consent?” He asked you, despite the long list of previous rendezvous. He always did.
Want was rushing through your bones, running deeper than you’d felt in a long time. You nodded. “Yes, my god, yes.” You cupped his cheeks to pull his face to yours and kissed him. He melted into your embrace, wrapping his free arm around the small of your back. Kissing him felt like drowning in stars, fizzing and shining. You remembered how addictive touching him was, how much you’d missed it. Before you could finish your thought, you felt The Doctor’s hand on your throat retract before sliding down to rest between your legs. You let out a gasp and rocked your hips against him, trying to find friction.
He leant his head down and kissed your neck before lightly biting it, his fingers finding their way under your clothes to your clit. The combination of sensations sent shivers running down your spine. You wrapped your arms around him to try and find some stability as your hips rocked in time with The Doctor’s hand. His thumb ran over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers massaged your entrance. Your back arched as pleasure was slowly pooling in your core. You couldn’t help a desperate moan escape your lips, knowing full well it would fuel his ego.
“There’s my good boy.”
His voice was gravelly and tight, and his praise sent a shockwave through your veins. You hated to admit the amount of power this man held over you when he activated your praise kink. Although you didn’t have to admit anything, he could see it in the way you looked at him.
“Such a task to get you to make noise, you’ve always been so quiet. But if I get it just right...” He dropped to his knees and pulling your trousers down. He placed his face between your legs, took your clit between his lips and began sucking. You couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp that morphed into a moan. The Doctor looked up at you as he slid his tongue into your core. You threw your head back and had to lean against the glowing column in the middle of the control panel. Breathy moans escaped you despite your best intentions. Nothing could stop the Doctor from hearing you sing; it was his favourite song after all.
He loved to watch you unravel under his touch.
His hands explored your thighs and up to your torso, lingering on all the curves and bumps so he could become familiar with them. You’d both changed so much over the decades, but those changes made you so much more beautiful.
You whimpered as your climax approached, you pushed down on his head, bucking up into him as you rode a wave of brilliant ecstasy. He moved along with you, sucking and licking until your body trembled. He gripped your thighs to stop you from writhing about, holding you in place as he ate you out.
“Fuck, Doctor-” You closed your eyes as the apex of your climax hit. Your hips jerked upwards, and The Doctor happily cleaned up the mess you’d made.
As you came down, The Doctor stood up and wiped his mouth, licking his lips. Your vision was hazy, and you reached your arms out. He embraced you, kissing the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your cheek against his. His breathing was labored, and you could feel his arousal pushing up against you. Watching you unravel so readily at his touch sent his ego flying.
Despite the fact that getting eaten out on the TARDIS console was definitely one of your favorite activities, you had to admit the hard metal was starting to become uncomfortable. You looked around the room and spotted a red leather chair. You wiggled your trousers off completely and kicked off your shoes before hopping down. You took The Doctor’s hand and led him up the stairs to the chair.
You pushed him towards it, your hands on his chest. He took your que and sat down. You ran your hands down his body, feeling his muscles tense and relax under your touch.
“When was the last time someone touched you?” You asked, and to the Doctor’s dismay you saw his bashful expression. “Oh...” Your lips curled into a cheeky smile. “It was the last time we met, right? Under the moons of Jupiter.” You gripped his thighs and sank down to your knees. He cradled the back of your head with his hand, his fingers entwining with your hair. Your hands travelled up to unbutton the rest of his shirt.
He sank into the chair, relaxing under your careful watch. He gazed at you with a gentle love, the kind that came with years of trust. Vulnerability still scared him, but he fought it. He fought it to be with you as fully as he could.
You moved his shirt apart, exposing his torso. You reached down to kiss his chest and placed your hands on his bare skin. You felt him take a sharp breath and he leant his head back, eyes closing. You stood up only to straddle him, sitting right on top of the tent in his trousers. The sudden friction made him buck his hips, his hands going to grip your love handles. You heard him swear under his breath as you began rocking gently back and forth. Your hands explored his chest, taking in every freckle and line. As you rocked against him, you took off your shirt. You pressed your bare chest against his, reveling in how the contact set your skin on fire.
“Please...” He couldn’t help a whimper from tinting his voice. The look in his eyes made you melt, you stood up so that you could unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers off. You slid off his shoes and socks, trailing your fingers up his thighs. You stood over him and he looked up at you. You felt his hands explore your body, squeezing the plumpness of your rear- ripples of pleasure shot through you. You lowered yourself down and The Doctor’s eyes fluttered shut. You rested your hands against his chest and began rocking your hips against his. You felt his body jerk towards yours and his hands gripping your thighs. You kissed him sweetly as you slowly pulled yourself away until the very tip was just touching you.
“Before we proceed, promise me one thing?” You watched his eyes open, and concern flooded his features. You leant forwards to whisper into his ear. “Don’t hold back.” The concern melted away, and an endearing frustration replaced it. You and your games. You slammed your hips down, his leg muscles spasmed at the sudden sensation and he let out a groan. Pleasure washed through him and he sat up, wrapping his fingers around your throat.
“When have I ever done such a thing?” He asked, squeezing the sides of your throat- being careful to avoid your windpipe. You smiled, no matter how many regenerations he goes through, he always knows what you like. He ran his other hand down to grab a fistful of your ass to push you down against him as he thrust his hips. You met his rhythm, and he eased the pressure on your throat, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. You wrapped your arms around him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck as you rode him. You couldn’t help the soft mewls that escaped you as you were enveloped in pleasure. Another climax was approaching, and you squeezed yourself around him. The Doctor let out a growl, his thrusts becoming erratic- the sounds echoing throughout the TARDIS console room.
You threw your head back in ecstasy as The Doctor played with your nipples, pinching and biting and sucking- all while riding his animalistic thrusts. You let out a squeal and he reached to choke you again. He could always tell when you were on the edge. He watched your eyes well up with tears as your body spasmed, a thunderclap erupted through you as you came.
“Doct-haah!” You tried to scream his name, but it warped with the throws of passion rendering you unable to form proper words. You slumped forwards as The Doctor slowed down. You had no idea how he still had the same stamina- though you weren’t exactly complaining. You could feel his breathing becoming labored and hot- he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Always the gentleman, making sure you came first- twice.
Dear god, you’d missed this.
You reached your hand up to rest on the back of his head. There wasn’t much to work with, but it would do. You curled your fingers around his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. You positioned your legs so you had more purchase and made long, deliberate strokes. You squeezed his member the whole time, making sure to grind your hips against him when you reached the hilt.
“Beg for me, Time Lord.” Your sly smile sent shivers down his spine. He hated to admit it, but he got shivers down his spine when you talked down to him. “Beg for me to let you cum.”
He let out a desperate moan and tried to rock his hips against you- but you had him pinned. You tutted and pulled his hair a little more. “Definitely not what I asked, now are you going to be a good boy or am I going to have to ask again...?”
His chest rose and fell as you sat still.
“Fuck me, please. Pl- Please, I’ll be good.” His voice was hoarse and heavy, and you pushed your chest up against him as you raised your hips painstakingly slowly.
“Good boy.”
You once again pushed your hips down against him and he started unravelling. You reached down and licked at the skin of his neck before biting down on it. You heard him hiss and he bucked his hips, fighting to keep up with you. You sucked and licked the red mark you’d left behind and hugged him, your bodies pressed up against each other, pleasure blooming from every inch of your skin that felt his touch.
“Cum for me, Doctor. Show me how much you missed me.”
He locked eyes with you, a softness infiltrating the thick fog of lust surrounding you. He cradled the back of your head and kissed you. He moaned against your lips and his hold on you tightened, as if he were trying to be closer than physically possible. You raked your nails down his back and he felt shivers cascade down his spine. He stopped kissing you as he gave one final thrust up into you. You felt his cum filling your core.
He fell backwards onto the chair, and you followed suit, nuzzling into him as fatigue slowly consumed you. You both caught your breath as your hearts beat next to each other.
You sat there for a while, The Doctor still inside you. You simply indulged in the feeling of being so connected to someone you knew inside and out. The familiarity was comforting in a way you couldn’t quite describe. You’d spent so many times having frivolous, kinky sex- it was nice for you to take such a tender moment together. You got the feeling it was unfamiliar for this incarnation- but you felt honored that he still felt he could share that side of him with you.
“Feel free to stick around if that’ll be your reaction every time I walk into a room.”
You started laughing, and decided it was time you cleaned up. There was only so much time you’d tolerate being this sticky for. And that time had passed.