Procrastination (a 11th doctor x reader story)

Chapter 2

You seized him by the other wrist and pulled him closer, effectively shutting him up. His eyes widened slightly at your expression, and you smirked when he swallowed with difficulty. You began walking, backing him up slowly against the console of the TARDIS. You forced his hands down on either side of him against the controls as well, looking him straight in the eye as you did so. One of your hands wandered up his arm—you allowed your fingertips to splay across the arm of his coat and play up the length of his clothed arm, heading toward his shoulder. Your smirk widened as the Doctor stiffened, watching your every move with a strange sense of reluctant interest. The smallest of shudders danced through him as your fingers reached his shoulder, moving slowly toward his neck. You watched in satisfaction as his green eyes fluttered shut. You slid your hand up the skin of his neck and took hold of his jaw between the fingers of that same hand, grinning as you lightly pulled him forward. He responded almost unconsciously—he leaned forward as if compelled by your alluring movements. Quickly, you did the same, bringing your lips to the skin of his throat, sucking softly at the smooth flesh.

The Doctor's eyes shot open immediately and he pulled away, tensing. He shook his head firmly. "No—" he started to say, but you cut him off easily by wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down. Your mouth landed on his neck again, and this time the Time Lord could say nothing before you attacked his jaw with kisses. You nipped and licked at the tender skin, savoring the sweet, ageless taste of the Doctor—a mix of something old, like the smell of sage books and the scent of that golden Time Vortex dust somehow compressed into a flavor, as well as the smallest hint of cinnamon and the custard he always ate with his fish fingers. You bit and suckled the flesh with gusto, enjoying the barely-concealed grunts of the man you were pleasuring. You pressed yourself against the Time Lord's body, and a pleased grin overtook your face when you felt the Doctor's jaw go completely slack. Your fingers threaded themselves into the hair at the base of his neck, tangling into the soft locks of brown as you continued to work on his neck.

His free hand hovered awkwardly in the air above your back while his other strained against your grip that was holding it down on the console. You took the hint and allowed his hand to go free, so now both were hanging about your body, probably still unsure of what to do. Finally, the Doctor shook his head again and reached behind him, taking hold of your hands that were still wrapped around his neck. You ignored whatever he was doing and continued to kiss his utterly amazing jaw, steadily moving up to his cheek. The Doctor, meanwhile, unwrapped your arms from around his neck and forced you to drop them, but you only brought them back up to rest against his chest. He made a frustrated sound and brought his hands up to set them on both of your shoulders, concentrating very hard through the haze of pleasure that had enveloped his body due to your efforts. Quickly, he pushed you back, forcing you away from him and most importantly—your mouth to lose contact with his neck.

You blinked once, big (e/c) eyes staring at him in confusion.

The Doctor ignored this. "No," he said again with yet another firm shake of his head.

"Why not?" you said, crossing your arms. "This is exactly why I said you were slow!"

"Because I refuse to go this far with you!"

"No! Because you can't tell when I'm extremely sexually frustrated! You're standing over there in all your cute glory, messing about with your bloody tempting hair, rambling on about things in your bloody smooth voice, mucking around with your stupid bow tie with those bloody quick fingers, and bending over with your bloody arse right in my face! You, Doctor, are the most clueless man I've ever met!" You marched up to him, but instead of kissing him this time, you reached out, seized one of his suspenders, and snapped it with all the strength you had. "That's why I said you're so slow!"

The Doctor lurched backward out of reflex, a pout on his face. "Ow! There's no need for that! You know, I don't like violence, and suspender-snapping counts as violence! And it also counts as cheating!"

You lowered your voice and murmured, "Would you like me to make you feel better?"

The Doctor stood still for a moment, almost as though he was contemplating your offer. Then he realized the double meaning to your words and quickly said, "N....No, I don't want you to make me feel better! I don't need you to do anything for me! I'll just pop into the kitchen and steal some ice from the fridge to soothe the sting from your underhanded suspender attack—"

"Or maybe I can simply pleasure away the worries," you said seductively, interrupting him as you inched forward, hands extending slowly toward his chest.

The Doctor backed up quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet as you crept toward him. His back hit the railing of the TARDIS and he nearly pitched over the side. At the last moment, he righted himself, but then you were on him like a hungry predator. "Now see here, (Name)—!"

"You talk too much," you murmured, standing on your tippy toes to level yourself with his mouth. At the same time, you seized his wrists again so he would be unable to push you away, then you breathed a small puff of air over his lips. You knew he was probably capable of overpowering you, but you figured something about your touch was making him go weak. That stroked your ego in the best possible way—causing you to want to mercilessly attack this man with your mouth and freely explore his body with your anticipating hands. You eagerly brought your lips to his cheek, kissing softly as you made your way down once again. The Doctor strained against your advances weakly, but as you had predicted he seemed a bit too dazed by your touch to do anything of the sort. So, grinning, you finally left his neck alone and slowly brought your lips to hover before his, teasingly keeping them from fully touching the Time Lord's. You could see his Adam's apple bob nervously as you leaned closer, brushing your mouth to his just barely.

Your teasing was a double-edged sword, however, as you could feel your lower regions heating up from your actions.

It grew too unbearable for you—you closed the distance between you both quickly. You slammed your lips onto the Doctor's with clear hunger in your lust-filled eyes, releasing his hands in a moment of your own weakness, needing to be able to feel up the Doctor's chest. Your hands danced up the man's fairly-built chest and beneath the large tan coat he always wore over his button-up, and you grinned evilly into the kiss as you pushed it off of him. His hands—which had flitted about awkwardly before he reluctantly settled them on your forearms—suddenly stiffened when he felt you remove his tweed jacket. Still kissing him, you easily took hold of his arms and slid the coat all the way down until it hung uncomfortably about his wrists, forcing him to allow the coat to drop to the floor in order to relieve himself of the weight.

Once his jacket fell to the floor, the Doctor seemed to give up resisting you, permitting you to kiss him without fighting back. His hands had once more found their way to your upper arms and were gripping them tightly, while your arms wrapped themselves back around his neck. He allowed you to tangle your hands into his wonderful mess of dark hair, twirling the strands around the tips of your fingers as you made out with him passionately. Your technique shifted with each kiss—as soon as you pulled away for air, both you and the Doctor leaned forward to lock your lips together in a different angle to test the sensations. Soon enough, your tongue darted out to trace his top lip, and you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit it gently, begging him to open up to you. He gave in rather easily, and you eagerly seized hold of the chance to explore his mouth before sliding your tongue past his own to coax him into a battle for dominance. You weren't surprised when he won—he'd had nine hundred years of experience, after all.

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Ooooh the suspense! Sorry this took a while to edit 😖

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