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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,754
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
by rathergirl
Fits itself in just before chapter three of The Punishment Room. It is not necessary to having read any of that fic first; though if you enjoy this, you might want to take a peak. ;)
FR18. Smut. PWP. Slash. Mentions of bondage, spanking, and oral.
Nine/Jack. Mentions of Nine/Rose. Implied Nine/Rose/Jack.
The characters depicted here are not mine.
I know you’re reading. I’d appreciate your thoughts, even if it’s anonymously, or through my email rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com. I am taking note of any requests laid at my feet. I’ll try and get most, if not all, of what people want in, but it’ll be sometime in the future..
“So,” says Jack one evening to the Doctor, after Rose has gone to bed, and he’s clearly thinking about following her. “You and Rose. Not exactly vanilla sex fans, huh?” He’d made an interesting discovery earlier on. A very fascinating room. Somebody liked a bit of kink.
The Doctor gives him an unreadable look, and he feels shivers go up and down his spine. He hadn’t been convinced earlier, though he is pretty sure, that the Doctor is definitely the one who plays Dom most often. If not all the time. Somehow, though, Jack suspects that Rose probably takes her turn. He’d been well aware of the Doctor and Rose’s sex life when he’d come on board, but they’ve been good at keeping this silent.
Still, it is entirely possible that they haven’t been engaging in their usual games since his arrival. He knows, and is beginning to learn further, that Rose’s time is still very restrained; somehow he doesn’t think that most people would approve.
“Let me guess.” He is going to see how far he can push this. “You tie Rose up, spank her until that gorgeous bottom of hers is pink and shiny, and then you fuck her until she screams your name and calls you master.”
The Doctor flinches slightly and looks vaguely disgusted, and Jack wonders if he’s gone too far, and that Rose and the Doctor really were vanilla sex, under the covers, lights out. But the Doctor saunters over, body language screaming sensual danger, and somehow Jack thinks he’s right on the mark.
The other man stands behind him, not touching, leans forward, warm breath on Jack’s ear and whispers, “No, Rose is a good girl: she knows better than to make a sound.”
Jack shudders, desire flooding through him in a hot, thick wave. Fingers circle his groin through the thick denim of the jeans he’s wearing, and the Doctor now presses his body length against Jack. A rock hard erection pokes his arse, and he wonders how much enjoyment he would get out of this man tying him up and fucking him again and again until he forgot which way was up. He moans softly, unable to help it.
“What about you, Captain,” the Doctor purred his ear, hands going to the fastening of his jeans, undoing the button and slowly lowering the zip. A cool hand slides inside, and Jack’s body jerks as it wraps around his cock, and then picks up a slow rhythm. “Not all that interested in vanilla sex yourself, are you? What are you interested in?”
“I like to watch,” he gasps, and the Doctor squeezes him tighter, rubbing a thumb over the head, pressing harder than strictly necessary. Teeth graze his neck. Jack’s never been into spanking, or being spanked, but a little pain can be fun. Sex doesn’t need to be comfortable to be good. Good sex is exciting.
“Just watch?” The strokes along his cock are faster now, and harder, and he moans, thrusting into the Doctor’s hand. But hard fingers grip his waist and he stays still at the command.
Jack manages to grit a smile, through the orgasm that he can feel building. “Playing can be fun, too.”
There’s a throaty chuckle in his ear. “And you like to play with others. But tell me, Captain, can you follow orders.”
“Of course,” he’s very good at orders, and he thinks that any order this man gives he will gladly follow.
“Then cum.” Though soft, there’s no doubting the command in the Doctor’s tone. Jack gives into it completely, a rush of heat flying through his body and outwards. God, it’s been so very long since sex felt so good. And this isn’t even proper sex. This is being hand-fucked by a man who is playing with his mind.
He comes back to himself, leaning against the Doctor’s form, a hard erection still pressed into his arse, and he wonder’s if the Doctor’s going to take him, or he’s going to get down on his knees and suck the Time Lord dry. Either one presents merits.
A dripping hand appears in front of his face and Jack cleans his cum off the Doctor’s hand with his tongue, careful to remove all traces.
Once he’s clean the Doctor re-fastens Jack’s pants and steps back. Jack turns and finds himself being kissed thoroughly, hard lips against his own, stirring up desires that have only just started to fade. He could fuck the Doctor again, now. Be fucked by the Doctor again now. He’s on his way to being impressively hard for the second time in less than half an hour. But the Doctor breaks the kiss, separating their bodies.
“Tomorrow,” the Doctor’s voice is harsh and unrelenting, “I’m going to need to remind Rose of her place. You will watch so you will know what will happen to you, if you forget.” The promise, both of tomorrow and of the future makes Jack shiver. He desperately wants to be fucked, but the Doctor’s already walking away. He’s not getting any more tonight.
Still. Tomorrow.
by rathergirl
Fits itself in just before chapter three of The Punishment Room. It is not necessary to having read any of that fic first; though if you enjoy this, you might want to take a peak. ;)
FR18. Smut. PWP. Slash. Mentions of bondage, spanking, and oral.
Nine/Jack. Mentions of Nine/Rose. Implied Nine/Rose/Jack.
The characters depicted here are not mine.
I know you’re reading. I’d appreciate your thoughts, even if it’s anonymously, or through my email rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com. I am taking note of any requests laid at my feet. I’ll try and get most, if not all, of what people want in, but it’ll be sometime in the future..
“So,” says Jack one evening to the Doctor, after Rose has gone to bed, and he’s clearly thinking about following her. “You and Rose. Not exactly vanilla sex fans, huh?” He’d made an interesting discovery earlier on. A very fascinating room. Somebody liked a bit of kink.
The Doctor gives him an unreadable look, and he feels shivers go up and down his spine. He hadn’t been convinced earlier, though he is pretty sure, that the Doctor is definitely the one who plays Dom most often. If not all the time. Somehow, though, Jack suspects that Rose probably takes her turn. He’d been well aware of the Doctor and Rose’s sex life when he’d come on board, but they’ve been good at keeping this silent.
Still, it is entirely possible that they haven’t been engaging in their usual games since his arrival. He knows, and is beginning to learn further, that Rose’s time is still very restrained; somehow he doesn’t think that most people would approve.
“Let me guess.” He is going to see how far he can push this. “You tie Rose up, spank her until that gorgeous bottom of hers is pink and shiny, and then you fuck her until she screams your name and calls you master.”
The Doctor flinches slightly and looks vaguely disgusted, and Jack wonders if he’s gone too far, and that Rose and the Doctor really were vanilla sex, under the covers, lights out. But the Doctor saunters over, body language screaming sensual danger, and somehow Jack thinks he’s right on the mark.
The other man stands behind him, not touching, leans forward, warm breath on Jack’s ear and whispers, “No, Rose is a good girl: she knows better than to make a sound.”
Jack shudders, desire flooding through him in a hot, thick wave. Fingers circle his groin through the thick denim of the jeans he’s wearing, and the Doctor now presses his body length against Jack. A rock hard erection pokes his arse, and he wonders how much enjoyment he would get out of this man tying him up and fucking him again and again until he forgot which way was up. He moans softly, unable to help it.
“What about you, Captain,” the Doctor purred his ear, hands going to the fastening of his jeans, undoing the button and slowly lowering the zip. A cool hand slides inside, and Jack’s body jerks as it wraps around his cock, and then picks up a slow rhythm. “Not all that interested in vanilla sex yourself, are you? What are you interested in?”
“I like to watch,” he gasps, and the Doctor squeezes him tighter, rubbing a thumb over the head, pressing harder than strictly necessary. Teeth graze his neck. Jack’s never been into spanking, or being spanked, but a little pain can be fun. Sex doesn’t need to be comfortable to be good. Good sex is exciting.
“Just watch?” The strokes along his cock are faster now, and harder, and he moans, thrusting into the Doctor’s hand. But hard fingers grip his waist and he stays still at the command.
Jack manages to grit a smile, through the orgasm that he can feel building. “Playing can be fun, too.”
There’s a throaty chuckle in his ear. “And you like to play with others. But tell me, Captain, can you follow orders.”
“Of course,” he’s very good at orders, and he thinks that any order this man gives he will gladly follow.
“Then cum.” Though soft, there’s no doubting the command in the Doctor’s tone. Jack gives into it completely, a rush of heat flying through his body and outwards. God, it’s been so very long since sex felt so good. And this isn’t even proper sex. This is being hand-fucked by a man who is playing with his mind.
He comes back to himself, leaning against the Doctor’s form, a hard erection still pressed into his arse, and he wonder’s if the Doctor’s going to take him, or he’s going to get down on his knees and suck the Time Lord dry. Either one presents merits.
A dripping hand appears in front of his face and Jack cleans his cum off the Doctor’s hand with his tongue, careful to remove all traces.
Once he’s clean the Doctor re-fastens Jack’s pants and steps back. Jack turns and finds himself being kissed thoroughly, hard lips against his own, stirring up desires that have only just started to fade. He could fuck the Doctor again, now. Be fucked by the Doctor again now. He’s on his way to being impressively hard for the second time in less than half an hour. But the Doctor breaks the kiss, separating their bodies.
“Tomorrow,” the Doctor’s voice is harsh and unrelenting, “I’m going to need to remind Rose of her place. You will watch so you will know what will happen to you, if you forget.” The promise, both of tomorrow and of the future makes Jack shiver. He desperately wants to be fucked, but the Doctor’s already walking away. He’s not getting any more tonight.
Still. Tomorrow.