#simms!master x reader

You were suspicious when he brought you to this planet; he called it Hevides, said it was a nice little flora planet, perfect this time of year. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets, looking around as he exited the tardis, which aptly was pretending to be a tree. That wasn’t going to cause problems later, you were sure. He explained that there were a few rare plants on Hevides that he wanted to get his hands on; he wouldn’t tell you what for, but you assumed it was for a nefarious plan; it always was. You followed after him; it was a beautiful planet, you would give it that, but you also had a deep, nagging fear that a man-eating plant or something was going to get you, and that would be a terrible fate, just this giant piranha plant from Wish looking thing eating you. You were careful where you stepped; thick vines were littering the forest floor, which definitely didn’t help your imagined scenario of being eaten by a plant while there. 

“Are you sure it’s safe?” you finally asked, but his annoyed scoff told you it was the wrong question to ask. 

“Ye’ of such little faith,” he muttered as he walked past you.

“I mean, do I have to remind you of the fish people?” You started.

“Fish peop—you mean the sea devils? Come now, pet, that’s xenophobic.” He teased you. You stammered and tried to back petal, to which he chuckled and kept walking. “They weren’t fish; they were more like turtles if anything,” he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a—I didn’t know they were called that." You stammered out, “And wait, wait, you don’t get to call me that; you are the most—” He cut you off and shook his head.

“Just because I think everyone is beneath me? Because they are, and you silly little apes are no exception, little backward things you are,” he tilted his head watching you. “Now don’t pout, pet; I picked you, didn’t I? As my companion,” he smirked his tone, teasing on the word companion. He disliked the word, but it was the best word to describe you and your relationship. 

"Yeah, moving on; we don’t have time for all that right now; you told me the sea devils were safe, and then they tried to kill us.” You pointed out.

“Miscommunication, and perhaps some old hard feelings.” He waved it off and clapped, making a victorious sound as he spotted what he was looking for. It was a large purple and orange flower; it looked similar to a sunflower if you had to compare it to something; the middle was covered in thick red pollen. He motioned you over, and you shifted, walking a bit closer. You hadn’t noticed how careful he had been stepping around it. When you got close enough, he flicked the back of the flower, making the pollen fly into the air around you. You coughed and sputtered, trying to cover your mouth so more of the bitter pollen didn’t get into your mouth. You looked at him with a look of disbelief as you doubled over coughing harder. 

“Don’t fight it; just breathe normally," he instructed as he observed you. “I just want to see how it affects you,” he said almost nonchalantly. 

“An experiment, right now, with a mystery plant!” You used the sleeve of your jacket trying to breathe. You felt funny, but not in a funny way; more like your body was slowly getting hotter, your blood was on fire, and your skin felt uncomfortable, like your clothing touching it was too much. The feeling was overwhelming quickly. Then the heat pooled, and you felt an ache between your legs. You blinked, trying to determine the feeling and will it away. Your head was hazy. You took a step back, your pupils dilating more; he moved forward, catching you before you almost fell in your attempted retreat. 

His fingers pressed against the side of your neck, on your pulse point, feeling your heart racing, pulsing against his fingers, he hummed. Your hand wrapped around his forearm; you tried to look angry, but your body was on fire, and his cold touch felt good; it would feel better lower. You blinked at your own thought; you felt your mouth water, and he pulled you up carefully. “Talk me through what you are feeling,” he smirked. “I mean, I can see some physical signs, some delightful tells, but I want to know how it feels for you.” He said like he was a scientist, and this was all a very ethical experiment. 

You almost didn’t want to tell him; you felt squirmy. Was that a word you could use? Was that a scientific description? “I’m on fire,” you breathed out. His hand grabbed your throat, letting his thumb brush your jawline before he moved your head side to side to look you over with that cocky grin. You let out a softer sound, “I don’t know, I mean, it’s overwhelming really; I am shaky, and there is this..." You paused, not knowing if you wanted him to know about the ache, but he looked at you with an expectant look. “I just...feel horny,” you muttered out the last word, looking away from him, but he tsked and pushed your jaw with his thumb so you would look back at him. “I just, I need..." You sighed.

“Need what? Go on, tell me... I am all ears.” He grinned at you again; you could tell he had a sort of satisfaction about this reaction. You wanted to stay mad, you really did, but your mind was so hazy now that you couldn’t think about anything but getting rid of this ache. It was nothing like you had ever felt before, and you were worried, scared almost. What was this pollen doing to you? 

“I just want the ache to go away. I just want—” you muttered out, locking eyes with him. His honey-colored eyes took you in. He studied your face, how flushed you looked, and how desperate you sounded. He looked down at you as your hips arched subconsciously against his, and a snider grin took his lips. 

“Such a needy, desperate thing.” He teased, “And why should I help you?” He asked like this wasn’t completely his fault. 

You blinked and looked at him almost in disbelief, “Because you brought me here! Because you made the pollen come off the flower?” You said shortly, his free hand left his pocket and moved to grab right above your hip. “You knew this would happen!” You accused, to which he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

“I didn’t know this exact thing would happen; I mean, I could have hypothesized about the effects on your silly human body, but I wasn’t completely sure, well, until now.” He nodded. “It won’t kill you, so stop worrying so much; just feel a bit.” He grinned, “You are adorable like this...all needy.” He mused a bit; he found this whole thing amusing, and you let out an annoyed strangled sound; you were getting so worked up, and he was just standing there being amused; you could strangle him. 

“Why isn’t it affecting you?” You sighed, trying to focus. You had a lot of willpower, so maybe you could work through this, maybe. 

“Respiratory bypass... held my breath when I flicked it.” He shrugged like it should have been common knowledge to you by now. "Plus, I’m sure it wouldn’t have affected me anyway.” He let your throat go and stepped back. “Come along. There really was something else I needed to get here.” He said and started to walk. You didn’t move; however, he paused when he didn’t hear you following him. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” You stayed still; you didn’t know if you could trust your legs to carry you properly. He rolled his eyes. “Are you playing disobedient now? Should I make you follow me, pet?” He asked, and you knew he was implying he was just hypnotizing you; maybe that would override what you were feeling. 

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you muttered. You took a deep breath and forced your legs to move; even though they shook a bit, your whole body did. You didn’t like this feeling, this sheer feeling of need; the heat was almost unbearable. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you slowly followed him, glaring at the back of his stupid head as he leisurely strolled through the forest looking for what he was really after. You walked for what felt like ever; the effects were getting worse, your body shook more, and you had to stop and lean against a tree to hold yourself up. "Master,” you breathed out. He paused, taking note of your breathy call. He turned around and looked at you, taking in your appearance; it seemed the pollen was in full bloom in you now. He tilted his head, noticing how you were leaning, how you subconsciously clenched your thighs together, and how one hand gripped onto the stomach area of your jacket. You looked weak now, shaky. He inwardly sighed like you were a nuisance before he turned on his heel and walked towards you. 

“You humans are so fragile,” he muttered and moved to pin you against the tree; his hands ran through your hair, forcing you to look at him again. The touch made you breathe out, “You aren’t going to be any good to me if you can’t keep up.” He mock pouted at you, “I suppose I, once again, have to take care of you.” He gave an exaggerated sigh, moving to let his hand trail down your stomach, stopping at the button of your pants. He looked at you for a moment, taking note of how your eyes were hazy, how you had the look of pure need, and how he could smell how aroused you were just by the air around you. That pollen made short work of you, and it amused him more than it should have. It melted your reservations, so much so that you were shifting a bit, trying to get him to undo your pants; it was like your mind couldn’t think of anything but getting off. “Oh and out here in the open, the great outdoors, how scandalous of you, bunny.” He mocked a bit. You felt your cheeks heat up more. He was right; you would have never done anything like this in public, not that this was public; this was in the middle of an alien forest; you hadn’t seen signs of civilization or anything of that sort, though that didn’t mean there wasn’t. 

You choked out a whine; you didn’t want to wait anymore, yet here he was being his normal mocking, snarky self, taking his time because he wanted to annoy you; that’s what it had to be. He finally pulled the button free, and with a delicate movement, he unzipped your pants, letting them fall past your knees and pool around your feet, but he didn’t touch you yet; he let his hand slip under your jacket, pushing it and your shirt up as he stepped closer, his mouth pressing against your neck, his hands groped at your chest, kneading the flesh there, listening to the lovely needy sounds that were spilling from your parted lips. He pressed against you more, keeping you snuggly pressed against the tree, the bark scraping your back, but the pain from it didn’t translate; it almost felt good. Your hand gripped and your nails scraped at the bark; your other hand grabbed his arm, gripping the fabric of his black jacket. Each kiss and nip caused you to whine and groan out; it felt so good; everything felt so enhanced; someone could be making a killing using this as one of those ‘enhancer’ pills, a funny thought that was quickly pushed from your head as his hips rolled against yours, grinding against you. He let a soft growl escape his throat as he sucked a dark mark into your skin before his hands slid down and grabbed your legs, easing them up to sit against his hips. You wrapped your legs around him, your body so hot, your blood felt like it was boiling, you whined out, you felt so damn needy, you didn’t like it, your senses were on overdrive. 

"Oh, what fun little sounds you make,” he muttered against your throat and pressed an open-mouth kiss against it before letting his teeth graze again. All these little touches and nips were driving you mad.

“Master! Please!” You choked out, pressing against him more, well, as much as you could in this position. As you pathetically rutted against him, he arched his hips up some, and you could feel his arousal, the bulge in his pants growing. He moved one hand down to undo his belt, and you gave a soft, needy sound. 

“Down pet,” he smirked, kissing your neck again as he pulled his belt some and then undid his pants. “So needy, I bet you are dying to get fucked.” He growled in your ear. The growl sent a rippling shiver down your spine; you had never needed something more than in this moment. “I’ll admit, this was a very insightful experiment.” He said pulling himself free from his boxers, slowly stroking his cock, teasing against you with the tip, “like a dam broke.” He teased you; you hated that, but you couldn’t help it; the pollen thrummed through you still. You were about to say something, anything to get him to just help you, but he pressed the tip into your dripping entrance. Which caused a breathy sound to escape. He slowly sank in, pulling you against him, One hand moved to cup against your ass, and the other was held against the tree by the side of your head as he started a deliciously slow rhythm. It was clear he was milking this to see you so desperate that you would do anything. It made perfect sense to you; with who he was, you knew he was going to make you beg, even though this was all his fault. Acting like it was an inconvenience, and he was so benevolent to help you, to fuck you. 

Your hips rolled against him, trying to get him to stop being so teasingly; his mouth found your neck again, sucking against your pulse point; he could feel how hard your heart was pounding, and you panted out. A deep thrust pulled a long groan from your throat, which made him smirk against your neck. You clenched against him, a diabolically delightful feeling for both of you, which made him grunt against you, biting your neck. He got the message and moved, pressing you harder against the tree, picking up his pace to something rougher, something faster; he wasn’t being playfully teasing anymore. 

“I don’t think you really mean it; maybe I should stop and let you think about it some.” He pulled his hips back, but you tightened your grip around his waist; there was no way in hell you were going to let him stop. 

Your nails scratched into the treebark behind you, the hand against his arm tightened more, your breath ragged as you groaned and moaned out, the feeling intense, the pleasure making you dizzy thanks to your already hazy mind from the pollen, you felt your muscles tighten and a pooling in your stomach, from your tensing and how your core pulsated around him, he knew you were close. He slowed suddenly, causing you to make a pathetic sound. “You can cum when I say you can,” he nipped below your ear. You couldn’t even think; your mind was swirling. How could he be so cruel and control this right now when your body needed this? “Oh, you want it so badly; listen to you, whining,” he smirked and made a mock whine in your ear. “You know what to ask for.” He breathed out and rolled his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before slowly pushing back in.

You weren’t even sure you could form proper words right now, and he wanted you to feed into his control; he wanted you to beg for him to finish you. There was another low whined sound that he pulled from your throat. You thought about not playing his game, but he would stop, and you certainly didn’t want that. “Please, please let me cum, please, I need to,” you begged out, in the best tone you could manage, even arching and writhing against him, making sure to lock eyes with him. He studied you and shook his head with that cocky grin.

“Master please!” You slid your hand up from his arm to the back of his neck, keeping him close. “I’m sorry! Please! Please, I need you. I’m sorry, please! Please let me cum.” You breathed out in an almost panicked breath; this seemed to please him because he returned to the rhythm that he had been at before. “Please!” You doubled down. The stream of begging words and praises fell from your lips as you clung to him. You choked out a loud screamed Master, as you felt your body snap, the pleasure rushing your blood. The feeling of need was there but not as strong as it had been. He hissed out as your walls clenched against him and flexed milking against his cock. There was a moment he considered marking you as his in the most primal way, but he reluctantly pulled from your divine heat, rutting against you, holding the base of his cock as he groaned out, painting your stomach with strands of hot cum; it splattered against your bare stomach and the bottom of your jacket. There would be time for anger about that later. After a few long silent moments, he let you down to lean against the tree he had just fucked you against as he fixed his pants and redid his belt, making a face as he looked over your appearance. “Messy,” he said, like he once again didn’t cause the problem. 

You took deep breaths trying to come down, you slowly fixed yourself, and your gaze flinted up to him. You could feel the prickle of the pollen still, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as it had been. “Do you think you can focus and keep up now? Tell you what, darling, we finish this up, and maybe if you are good and keep up, we can have some more fun when we get back to the tardis; dunno how long the pollen is going to control your silly little human mind, but I would love to study the effects more closely.” He smirked, and you nodded weakly, looking down at the mess he had made of you. It was going to be a long adventure, that was for sure. 

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✦ October 1st | Hair pulling [ x ] ● Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader ↳ ○ A quick private moment in the director’s office, Kate is stressed and you want to help relieve some of it.

✦ October 2nd | Oral fixation [ x ] ● The 10th doctor x reader  ↳ ○ On an adventure with your time lord, who simply can’t help but put things in his mouth. Your teasing him leads to one thing or another, and you may have just become his new favorite thing to put in his mouth. 

✦ October 3rd | Cunniligus [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You never expected to be in this position, but here you are, after a sly comment on an adventure, your Mistress is going to show you why you shouldn’t talk like that to her, but you won’t learn your lesson.

✦ October 4th | Biting [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ This man should wear a warning, maybe then you wouldn’t find yourself his personal chew toy in bed. 

✦ October 5th | Blow Jobs [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ Being Harold Saxon is stressful, having to play nice and be patient, he is used to the long con, but human politics? How boring that must be for him. You feel bad for him, and that's how you find yourself under his desk. 

✦ October 6th | Violence [ x ] ● The Thirteenth Doctor x Dhawan!master ↳ ○ a dangerous meeting, tension is high, and then it snaps, rough hits turn into rough sex, biting, clawing, primal, neither one is unscathed. 

✦ October 7th | Name calling [ x ] ● Simm!Master x reader ↳ ○ what starts as a bit of teasing fun, reveals much more to him, and he absolutely uses it to his advantage. 

✦ October 8th | Sex toys [ x ] ● River Song x The Thirteenth Doctor ↳ ○ It's River's birthday, and The Doctor wouldn't miss it for the world, especially since she has a gift for River, timeline be damned. 

✦ October 9th |  Lap dance [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Smokey haze from the club around them fills the private room Missy had obtained for them, the muffled music from outside brews a tense longing, and reader knows she is the only one that Missy is watching.

✦ October 10th | Breath play [ x ] ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ During an argument Missy’s hands find their way around Reader’s throat, eliciting a groan from her dear pet, the argument turns into something much more fun.

✦ October 11th | Being forced to beg [ x ] ● The Eleventh Doctor x River Song ↳ ○ River is feeling devious and makes The Doctor beg for what he wants. 

✦ October 12th | Voyeurism   [ x ] ● River x Reader x The Doctor ↳ ○ The Doctor walks into a rather compromising scene, and River isn’t going to let him play too, but it’s fine. 

✦ October 13th | Tease  ●  River x The Eleventh Doctor ↳ ○ River is bored and The Doctor is busy, but River is going to quickly change where his attention is.

✦ October 14th | Masturbation  [ x ] ● The Master (Dhawan!master) ↳ ○ A new body needs a closer inspection doesn’t it? After regenerating a need to release all that energy that doesn’t include sleeping occurs.

✦ October 15th | Facesitting [ x ] ●  The Tenth doctor x Reader ↳ ○ A lazy day in the Tardis leads to The Doctor taking care of his companion.

✦ October 16th | Reward  ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ She said if you were a good girl all day she would reward you, now it’s time to collect.

✦ October 17th | Shower sex [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ Domestic life comes with domestic things, and sometimes dangerous shower sex is just what is needed to make a day more exciting.

✦ October 18th | Exhibitionism ● River x Reader x Doctor ↳ ○ River likes an audience and has found a very captive one in The Doctor and their companion.

✦ October 19th | Sharing [ x ] ● Missy x Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ While Sharing isn’t in their nature, they have decided to play nice because you looked so cute.

✦ October 20th | Collaring [ x ] ● Simm!Master x The Fourteenth Doctor ↳ ○ like a feral animal. 

✦ October 21st | Daddy kink  ● The Twelfth Doctor x reader  ↳ ○ in the loosest sense of the kink, reader calls him daddy. 

✦ October 22nd | Threesome  ●The Twelfth Doctor x Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Adventures outside the Vault, a near-death experience turns to your time lords showing you how much you mean to them. 

✦ October 23rd | Formal wear ● The Third Doctor x The Master  ↳ ○ A party in which they both attend, ends in a hall closet. 

✦ October 24th | Sex pollen [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ how was he supposed to know the flowers on this planet were in bloom this time of year. How was he supposed to know how they would effect your human body? (Spoilers he knew.) 

✦ October 25th | Dominate ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ You misbehaved, and now you are paying the price. 

✦ October 26th | Mind control ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You are so cute and easy to control, how could she resist.

✦ October 27th | Honeymoon [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ more domestic bliss, He takes you to a beautiful resort planet, and the night is perfect.

✦ October 28th | Telepathy  ● Dhawan!Master x Reader ↳ ○ split apart, across time and space, a familiar call pulls to you, while he can't be there physically he can still ensure you are thinking about him, and craving him. 

✦ October 29th | Hate fucking  ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Simm!Master ↳ ○ They call it hate, but it's more complicated than that, it always is.

✦ October 30th | Blood [ x ] ● Vampire!Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Blood play with a hungry vampire.

You had played your part perfectly, a doting partner, his companion. There was just something about him, something that made you feel alive—more alive than you had ever felt. People liked that you were middle class, you were relatable, and you made him look even better. You noticed, however, that after he won the election, he seemed to be more snappy and more dangerous than before. Not that you didn’t know he was dangerous before; oh, you knew how dangerous he could be. As his companion, you had been on many of his ‘adventures’ not through time and space. Well, there was the one time, back to the end of time, it was sad, the end of humanity, but you didn’t think about it too much; there wasn’t anything you could do, nor would you be alive long enough to see the end naturally, so at the end of the day, it wasn’t your circus, not your monkeys. 

He had been charming and very devoted, in an odd way, and had such a voracious appetite for you that it made you feel good in a way that you hadn’t felt before. So you decided to visit him at the office. He hadn’t been home last night. You brought lunch and happily slipped into his office. He looked up and leaned back, watching you as you walked over to the desk, offering him the bag of takeout. 

“Can’t imagine you’ve eaten today, busy little bee that you are,” you said lightly and sat at the edge of his desk by him as he looked in the bag with a musing sort of look. 

“Domestic," he voiced, and then looked at you, letting his hand grip your thigh. It was a possessive grip, which made you smile. “I do enjoy Mexican,” he tilted his head as he watched you. 

“It’s just some street tacos and Elotes.” You said and shrugged. “It’s from that, um, place down the way from home.” You noticed a wince from him, a sign that you had learned that the drums were being much louder than normal. You knew not to give him a softer concerned expression; the last time you had done so, he had been rather mean, and you didn’t want to make the day worse. 

“Well, my faithful, darling... I suppose I appreciate it,” he muttered, and let his thumb rub a small circle along your thigh, letting the air he was holding release through his nose in a deep sigh.

“It’s bad today then?” you asked carefully, to which he nodded. You couldn’t help the sad pout that took your lips; you knew you couldn’t do anything to silence it. “And I can’t imagine having to deal with all this is helping any.” You motioned to the paperwork on his desk—the actual prime minister stuff he had to do while he waited for his plan to fall into place. You moved to slip between him and the desk, causing him to raise his eyebrow. “Let me help,” you said, nodding, to which he gave a confused shake of his head, but his eyes widened momentarily as you slipped to your knees, your hands trailing up his thighs to his belt. Undoing it, he quickly smirked that cheeky grin you loved and leaned back. 

"Well, who am I to say no?” he gave a half chuckle watching as you undid his belt and his pants. “You look so cute on your knees for me, puppy.” He breathed out, letting his hand move to the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb against your pulse point, feeling how your heart raced. Oh,  how he loved that feeling. He gave a soft hiss as you pushed his pants down enough to get to his boxers. Pulling his cock out, you stroked it until it hardened. You looked up at him, letting your tongue circle the tip, which earned a soft hiss from him, and his hand moved to tighten in your hair. “Oh, what a good puppy.” He breathed watching you with a sort of predatory interest, a look that made your heart race even more. 

You moved, taking him into your mouth, the wet heat enveloping as much as you could take. Your hand moved to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth as you gave slow, languid licks and sucks, His head tilted back for a moment as you started to bob saliva dripping from the sides of your lips, and you stroked it into his skin. He gave a soft roll of his hips, forcing himself deeper into your welcoming mouth; the action gagged you, making you make a delicious sound, his hand tightened more in your hair, keeping you down for a second, letting your throat swallow a bit, he let you up. "Oh, just like that,” he breathed out. The drums momentarily pushed to the back of his mind; all he could focus on was the delicious heat of your mouth and the squelch of saliva and you bobbing and sucking. 

You gave a soft groan around him, making sure to stay as quiet as you could; you were in a public office after all, and you hadn’t locked the door, hindsight was twenty-twenty. You felt his cock throb, and the way that he had to physically stop himself from rutting into your mouth told you he was close. You let your tongue lap against him, sucking on the tip again. “Close.” he growled out, “Swallow.” he looked back down at you. The tone was not a request; it was a command, and you felt the pressure on the back of your head, signaling he wanted to be deeper in your mouth.

You obeyed, sinking him further into your mouth again, positioning better so he could slide against your throat. You choked, but he didn’t pull back, the feel of you helplessly swallowing against him was enough to send him over. He growled out your name and held your head as he felt himself spill into your throat, pulling back a bit to coat your tongue. He gave you a soft pat as you swallowed around him. Once he was finished and starting to come down, he let your hair go, letting you move back onto your heels. He smirked at you as you licked your lips and wiped the saliva from your lips and chin. He was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. He pushed you hard under the desk and moved his chair to trap you under it; luckily the desk was solid and no one could see under it. He shook his head and quickly grabbed the food you had brought. “Come in,” he called calmly. It was impressive how he could flip the switch so fast.

“Prime Minister, I was wondering if you had a moment.” The man said as he entered.  “Of course,” he said, oh, how cruel keeping you trapped here now, facing down his still semi-hard cock; maybe you should teach him a lesson, just maybe, it was certainly worth it.

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His hands gripped at your sides tightly; his mouth was pressed against the crook of your neck, lavishing hot, opened mouth kisses against the skin there; his hands slipped up your side, his thumbs rubbing against the underside of your breasts, feeling the soft skin there, it was almost fascinating how soft you were. Your shirt had been long forgotten, the first thing that he discarded along with your bra the moment he got you into his bed, tearing the fabric away to reveal you to him. You swear you had lost at least six shirts this way, but he always replaced them, or at least his Tardis did; you weren’t sure.

His hips ground against yours, pressing his erection against your clothed heat, rutting into you with a need you had never felt from him. His sharp canine teeth sunk into your neck, causing a low groan to slip from your mouth, which spurred him on more. His nails trailed down your sides, leaving red lines in their wake, and he shifted so he could get a better grip on your neck with his teeth. 

He moved his bite down to your shoulder like he was desperate to mark you, desperate for everyone to see who you belonged to, with marks you couldn’t hide even if you wanted to, like his teeth needed to break your skin, needed to feel you in his mouth. His hand moved to pull your underwear down, rutting against you harder, grinding harder to feel the friction. You groaned and grabbed his shoulders as he kissed across your throat, his teeth grazing a warning that he could rip your throat out if he wanted, that he would probably love it too, but his tongue licked up the hollow of your throat, and he licked up to your chin before capturing your mouth with his, his goatee scruffy against your face as he moved his hand down, grabbing the back of your thigh, pushing it up, holding it there as he moved his other hand to undo his belt, pulling it free. He growled in your ear. “Arms up, bunny,” A command you couldn’t refuse.

You moved your arms above your head, and he used his belt to make a makeshift restraint, feeling the tight leather around your wrists you panted out softly as he affixed it through the bars of the headboard. He moved to leave more nips and rough bites against your neck and down to your chest, his tongue circling your nipple, coaxing it to become harder in his mouth before he gave it a rough suck and let his teeth graze it, enjoying the soft gasp and the way you bit your cheek to muffle your sounds. “Now now, bunny, no need to be silent; who is here to hear you besides me? I want to know exactly how you feel.” He nearly purred out before he moved his nips between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. He sat up his chocolate eyes, looking at you with a predatory gaze. As his hand moved to undo his pants, he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. He positioned himself, teasing the head of his cock through your slick folds, before he teased into you, leaning down to bite at your shoulder as he pushed in slowly, your walls clenched and flexed around him as you took him in. You gasped out and pulled against the restraints on your wrists; it felt so good as he sank in fully. It wasn’t going to be soft, not with how he was and how he had been earlier. He moved in a rough thrust, almost pulling all the way out before he pushed back in, groaning and growling against your shoulder, his teeth sinking further in as he pounded into you, his hands gripping your thighs, keeping you open for him. You whined out your fingers digging against the leather belt; his bites got rougher and broke skin as his thrusts got harder and less rhythmic. 

“K-Kos!” You gasped out, your eyes rolling back, you were practically dripping around him, his hand moved down, his fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing as he gave shorter thrusts, rolling his hips. You arched and squirmed a bit as you felt yourself on the edge, you choked out in a louder groan, this only made him more determined. Feeling you clench around him, pulsing as your orgasm hit, he groaned out loudly at the feeling of you coming undone around him, the way your walls milked him, causing his cock to twitch more inside of you, already so close himself.

“Needy.” He growled from your neck, but in a few more thrusts he roughly buried himself as deeply as he could, releasing into you with a stream of incoherent Gallifreyan. He released your neck and panted, rutting a few more times as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you closer to him as he peppered weak kisses against a few of the more rough bitemarks that were already bruising and tender. 

You pulled weakly at the restraints again, your mind hazed in pleasure as you felt him press down against you in his own afterglow. He kissed up your neck to your ear, muttering something in Gallifreyan. You were sure it was as close to sweet nothings as you would get, but you didn’t; it made your heart flutter regardless. Slowly he moved his hand up to release your wrists, and your arms fell limply before they moved with a heaviness to around the back of his neck as you both lay there. 

Every so often he would shift, still in you, which caused you to whine or gasp, your walls clenching against him. “So needy,” he muttered, sucking a deep mark against your throat. “Not done with you yet then,” he smirked and moved to sit up and stare down at you. Thank God for the Time Lord's stamina because it would seem neither of you was done here. 

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