Smut: Random x Male!Reader

10th Doctor | (Y/N) from Earth pt. 1

kink(s)/dynamics:

very brief mention of exhibitionism but so far relatively innocent/vanilla



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You knew three things.

1. You just barely escaped death.

2. You were fucking high on adrenaline.

3. He was the most handsome bloke you've ever seen.

So kissing him as a sort of thank you seemed like the smartest thing to do.
In that very moment at least.
Until you felt him tense up, arms awkwardly stiff around your waist.

Quickly you let go of his suit jacket, but couldn't quite find the willpower to completely leave his personal space just yet.

"Why do only humans ever do that", he mumbled quietly to himself, voice incredibly highpitched and eyes blown wide in surprise.

You started wondering what the fuck he was on about 'only humans ever do that', when he suddenly grabbed your jaw with both hands and crashed his lips down on yours.

Fuck, was about the only thing your mind could come up with, hungrily you pushed him backwards, back until his thighs bumped against a table in the abandoned pub.
Saving himself from toppling over he let go of your cheek with one hand and balanced the two of you against the table.
It was ridiculous what some bloody adrenaline could do to you. Well, that and his face of course. And the fact that he just saved your life probably had something to do with it as well.

Then he also let go of your other cheek and let it slide down to your waist, pulling you close and closer until you were pressed flush against his body, still snogging like the world depended on it. Well. It did, sorta. If you squint your eyes and-
You felt him getting hard against your hip and oh, this just got so much more exciting.

Not being able to hide your grin, you shoved your knee between his thighs, grinding up eagerly. The hot breath of air he gasped into your mouth gave you the rest, now fully hard as well.

"God", you groaned and thought, please. Though you didn't even really know what you were begging for.
You scrambled for a coherent thought, grasped for anything that went beyond the man in front of you, kissing you, body writhing against yours, cock rubbing against yours through too many layers of fabric. Your hands grabbed frantically at his suit pants, trying to get them open.

"Not here", he panted.
And maybe you were just a little, just a teeny weeny bit, proud of yourself for affecting him like that.
Because you couldn't even think that far ahead, that shagging in the mess that this pub had come down to, probably wasn't the smartest move. Not that the exhibitionistic streak in you would have minded anyone coming back in, just a bit... gooey after the events of the past- how long ago had he saved the world-- you?

You pressed another open mouthed kiss against his lips, then quickly trailed down to his jaw, leaving small, wet kisses along the way and breathed, "well then, lead the way, strange man."
You bit softly against his pulse and he seemed to have barely stifled a small groan.
"Doctor", he rasped.

"Huh?", you continued to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw, up to his ear, barely registering what he was saying.

"Not- not strange man. Doctor. Name. My name."

You grinned. God, he was cute. Just as incoherent as you.

"Alright then, Doctor", you drawled. "Where can I suck you?"
And fuck, if his knees didn't buckle just the slightest bit.

This was fun.

He seemed to have regained some of his wits and grabbed you by your hand - just like he had when he had told you to run - and well. Ran off with you again.
You couldn't help but laugh, because this whole situation was just so goddamn absurd it was ridiculous. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder, still dragging you behind him and joined your laughter and fuck that was... that was good. Almost cathartic in a way.

The two of you came to a halt in front of a blue Police Box that looked really out of place in one of the back alleys in Soho. Then again. It was Soho?

You shot him an uncertain look. It looked- well too small for what you had in mind to put it quite frankly. You've shagged in places way weirder than this though, so you tried to stay open minded. The Doctor seemed to know what he was doing, if you could judge him by saving you earlier. And the world. Apparently just another Wednesday for him.

But he looked smug. And that you didn't like. Not as much as having him writhe against you, desperate for your mouth and incoherent just from your kisses. That was way more fun, you liked him at your mercy and not the other way around.
Now he even had a key for the blasted thing, though you had to admit it looked kinda cool.
Before any thoughts like 'what if he's gonna do something to me' could even occur to you, he had grabbed you by your hand again and pulled you inside.

Despite the world almost ending earlier (which in itself was already mind-bending) your brain couldn't quite catch up. Your mouth fell open and you started spluttering.

"Big. Small. Now, big."
He looked so fucking smug again, that alone was enough for you to regain yourself a bit, at least enough to collect your jaw from the floor.

"Uh huh", he drawled.

"Inside."

"Mhm", he indulged you. Eyes sharp, hungry for your reaction.

You reached for the door, wanting to peer around the corner of the box, check if it really just was a box.
But you had seen it was just a box, so you let your hand flap back to your side.

"Bigger", you said again, intelligently.

He grinned -no- beamed at you and man, he was enjoying this, wasn't he.

"Who are you?!", you exclaimed, following him up to the.. console?
This had to be the best day of your life.

"I'm the Doctor", his goofy grin seemed to grow even bigger as he lifted his chin a bit, hands stuffed into his pockets.
"And I'm about to shag (Y/N) from Earth", the smugness, the wide grin, you couldn't handle it.

"Is that so", you drawled, closing in on him.

"You tell me, (Y/N) from Earth", he hummed, eyes glinting down at you.

And sure, if you were honest, you'd probably let him do right about anything to you. But he didn't need to know that. Not yet at least.

Uncertainly you looked around the... console room? What the hell were you supposed to call this?
The Doctor just propelled himself up to the first place on your Weirdest-Places-You've-Shagged-List. But even as eager as you were, the floor didn't look too inviting.

And bigger-on-the-inside-box or not, you came here for one thing and one thing only. You could feel your boxers already sporting a wet spot just from the snogging earlier and all the slickness was driving you insane, he better had another room in here to get his bloody cock inside you asap.

Before you could even ask, he'd grabbed your hand again, apparently making a habit of it, and pulled you along with him again.
Down you went, down a spiral staircase. You caught glimpses of different rooms, a whole ass wardrobe that seemed to stretch on forever, a library -you had to come back to that later- until you finally reached what he was dragging you down to. It must've been at least six rooms down and the spiral staircase was still going on and you couldn't help but wonder what else was in... the box.

tbc.



(at some point, i'm absolutely stressed with graduation shit at the moment, but david tennant is on my mind 24/7 rn and i just had to get this out of my system bruh)