Doctor Who Imagines {DISCONTINUED}

The Words He Can't Refuse (9th/Reader smut)

"Doctor!!" I called out. The thing was getting closer, and I didn't need this to be the end of the line for me.

"(Y/N)! I'm coming!" he shouted. I ran as fast as possible to get away from this rogue Ood. This one, despite what people thought, was not in any way peaceful. It had been cut off from the hive mind long enough to form its own consciousness and it was trying to kill anything and everything it could. I heard pounding footsteps coming towards me, and Captain Jack and the Doctor ran around the corner. Jack put a containment field around the Ood renegade while the Doctor caught me and held me. I was gasping and panting, trying to catch my breath and calm down. Brushes with death happened every day, so I didn't know why this one bothered me so bad.

"It's okay. Torchwood's on its way to get this guy in for testing. We're going to see if we can cure him. No worries." We thanked Jack and headed back towards the TARDIS.

"You alright, (Y/N)?" I nodded. He gave me a look, and my nod stopped and tears welled in my eyes. He pulled me closer to his chest and rubbed my back. "What happened?"

"I couldn't find you," I whimpered. "I thought you left."

"Oi, now why would I leave you? You're the only one I haven't lost." He brushed my tears away and tapped his finger to my nose with a smile. I sniffed and a grin spread across my face.

He opened the door and led me inside. "I need to refuel her," he said with a sigh. "We need to go to Cardiff." I nodded. "We can spend the night there if you like? Or we can go to your place for a little bit of 'normal people' time." By that, he meant go somewhere and let time progress as it should for a while instead of travelling to when he wanted, where he wanted. He usually didn't like to, but I guess he realized how upset I was.

"That would be lovely," I replied. I was still shaking a little from the Ood.

"What happened back there that scared you so bad?" he asked me. Dammit, it was as if he could read minds.

"Just something the Ood said. It told me that when it was through with me, you wouldn't be able to find enough pieces to recognize me. He wanted to shatter your hearts before he killed you and thought that he could do that by offing me." I shuddered again. "But that's ridiculous."

"Yeah, it is," he stated harshly. "Anything happened to you, that Ood would have wished it stayed with the hive." He slammed his hand onto a lever and soon we were off to Cardiff. I clung to one of the bars and tried to keep myself calm.

As soon as we landed, Doctor turned to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly, resting his chin on top of my head. He let out a sigh and continued to hold onto me.

"It still would have broken my hearts," he mumbled. "Just not enough to make me completely useless. Beauty of two of them is when one hurts so badly it wants to give up, the other kicks it in the pants and makes it keep going. Sort of like you do with me." I looked up at him, and he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand before bringing that hand under my chin and fiddling with my lower lip with his thumb. I closed my eyes and sighed.

Soon, the gap between us was closed as he pressed his lips to mine firmly. He grazed his teeth along my bottom lip as he pulled away. I gazed up at him and he searched my face for something that I couldn't identify. He took my hand and walked me out of the TARDIS and out of the alley we were in. This was the neighborhood where my apartment building was.

He entwined our fingers as he pulled me along, and I opened the door to my apartment for us. As soon as it was shut the Doctor locked it and pulled me to my bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"You're emotionally exhausted. I'm putting you to bed." I sighed as he opened my bedroom door. I stopped him and pulled him down for another kiss, letting my lips linger on his longer than last time.

He held me to his chest and I stepped backwards, bringing him with me. I boosted myself onto my bed and pulled him with me so that I was standing on my knees as my lips moved with his slowly. I gripped his jacket and pushed it off of his shoulders gently, but he grabbed my hands and pulled away.

"Only if you're sure," he said with an eyebrow cocked. "Because don't think for a moment that I'll let you out of my sight again after this." I nodded and he grinned before removing his jacket and pushing me gently back onto the bed. He pulled at my (Y/H/C) hair as he nipped at my lower lip, causing me to gasp lightly. He held himself up with one arm while he moved his other hand down my body slowly.

He pushed his hand under my shirt and started pulling my shirt completely off. His hands ghosted over the scars I had across my stomach and sides, and he had a look of pain in his eyes.

"Doctor," I said softly. He looked up.

"This is my fault. I made this happen to you." Tears welled in his beautiful eyes, and I placed a hand on his cheek.

"It's not your fault, Doctor. I've had these for longer than I've known you. These are from an accident a long time ago. You didn't do it. It is not your fault."

He closed his eyes and I pulled him onto me for a hug. His hands wandered back down and found the waistband of my jeans.

"Doctor," I sighed. He leaned back to look at me. "Just fuck me."

I didn't have to tell him twice. It was as if something inside him broke, and all his restraint was gone. What started off gentle became animalistic, and I can't say I didn't appreciate it.

He practically tore at my jeans, and he yanked his own shirt off over his head as he kicked his shoes off. My hands flew to his buckle, and it was quickly undone, leaving him in his underwear. I palmed him through his boxers, earning me a low groan from his throat and a dark look in his eyes.

"(Y/N)," he moaned. I pushed his boxers down and took in the sight of him. I stroked up his erection and he shuddered at my touch. He reached out and unhooked my bra with one hand while he rubbed me through my soaked panties with the other. I whimpered and my back arched as he pulled my bra away. He stopped rubbing me, and I let out a sigh of protest until he leaned closer and started planting kisses down my chest and along my nipples. He continued down, kissing along the length of every scar I had from that accident.  Then, without warning, he yanked my panties our from under me and plunged his large fingers into my warmth. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and threw my head back into the pillows as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He had two fingers in and his palm rubbing my clit as he went at deep as he could. He curled his fingers inside of me, and the look in his eye was one of lust and excitement mixed together. I reached down and started stroking his length again, but he grabbed my wrist and shook his head at me menacingly.

With one more curl of his slick fingers, I felt myself tightening around his hand and I shouted out his name as I came on his hands. He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean before positioning his length at my entrance and pushing in. It was slow, then all at once. He slammed into me the rest of the way and nestled himself inside me to the hilt.

He let me adjust to him before starting at a slow, languid pace. But a sweat broke out on his skin and he started moving faster and faster, going harder and deeper every time. He hit my g-spot and a loud groan emerged from the rest of my panting and whimpering. He grinned and clenched his teeth as he went on, pounding in and pulling out before shoving himself in again. I clenched around him and screamed as I came again, triggering his orgasm as well. He let out a loud shout as he twitched and filled me.

When he pulled away, some of him spilled out of me and onto my bedsheets, but we didn't care. He collapsed next to me and pulled me against his chest, both of us breathing heavily.

"(Y/N)," he sighed.

"Hmm?"

"You're so, so amazing."