Morning with the Doctor ✦
il Dottore x AFAB Reader (Dottore is probably ooc)
Cross posted from ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75122171
The cold Snezhnaya morning breeze hit your face as you woke up, the sheets not keeping you warm enough. The cute pajamas you wore also didn't help, after all this was one of the first times you stayed over at Dottore's house. All the times he has came over, you purposefully wore baggy pants and a silly shirt, once you wore one that said “im with stupid” with an arrow pointing to the left. He wasn't amused with your antics — you begging him to allow you to tie his hair into pigtails and making him do face masks with you. Your continual attempts to wake up as your eyes adjusted to the light were harder as you tried to move your hands to wipe the eye crust away, but they seem to be stuck in place. You assumed that you were just tired, as you attempted to sit up, you heard his groan. “Go back to bed.” His sharp deep voice, commanding you back to bed.
The more you attempted to move, the more he gripped you and the more frequent his orders for you to rest. His arms wrapped around your body as you both face to the right, lying on your side. Despite your resistance, his groans had stopped for a brief moment, that's until he used his right leg to firmly grip your body together. Dottore lifting his face and burying into the crook of your neck and biting softly. “Dottore, y-you asshole, let me go!” Your demands not being heard as he bites deeper, sucking off the skin. Your weak whimpers only encourage him to continue. “You taste so nice, didn't know we had such a difficult specimen,” he jokingly mocked.
Eventually he fell back asleep, his grip finally loosening, this time holding you more softly. His hands travelling up your shirt and brushing your stomach. “Can I?” he whispers quietly, “yes”, knowing what he means by that, your face feeling a little red. Dottore, playing with your breasts and squishing them aiming to squeak a sound out of you. His cheek rubbing against your hot face. “I’m going to kick you out Dottie.” He chuckled out of amusement and satisfaction from your reactions, studying you like a specimen in his lab.
As you were finally about to fall asleep, his snoring immediately waking you right back up, making you want to sneak out of his grasp once more.
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