A Doctor Who a Day - Day 11 - NSFW DWFanFic: Rose Tyler X Reader

**WARNING** THIS FANFIC IS SMUTTY **WARNING**

She turned the key to unlock her flat's front door, looking over her shoulder to give me the biggest of smiles. Honestly, I have never seen a smile like it. It is huge. A smile so contagious I can't help but grin back.

“My Mum will probably try and talk to you, just tell her to shut up, okay?”

We both step into the cramped flat, it stinks of cigarette smoke. As we enter, a voice calls out from a door to our right.

“Is that you Rose? Who are you talking to? Is it Mickey?”

“None of your business, Mum,” Rose shouts back, pulling me through the hall. “Hurry up, before she comes out.”

I follow, hearing the soft patter of footsteps from her Mum's room. Rose bundles me into her bedroom and closes the door behind us.

Fucking hell this place is pink. Pink walls, pink bedding, pink curtains, pink everything! It was probably a pink carpet, but that was hard to tell. The floor was covered in mess. Clean clothes, dirty clothes, dinner plates, magazines. This was one messy bitch.

She leant against the door and looked at me. She was wearing a faded red hoodie, which was unzipped just enough to show her cleavage popping out of her vest top underneath. Her jeans were loose and flared at the bottom, pooling over her slightly worn trainers.

I couldn't believe my luck to be honest. Rose had come up to me in the pub. She normally had Mickey glued to her side, but tonight she was alone, and she seemed like a completely different woman.

She always had a casual look about her, a chav wrapped up by a warm kindness. She was effortless. Effortlessly kind, effortlessly pretty. I couldn’t wait to see what else she could make look easy.

I looked back at her as she bit her lip. She had one shoulder pressed lightly to the door, her arms folded. A strand of blonde hair slipped across her face, and she bit her lip without seeming to notice, before pushing the hair back in place.

“Sorry about my Mum,” she said, slowly walking towards me. “She’s such a nosey cow.”

She was close now, I could feel her warm breath on my face. It smelt of alcopops.

She placed a hand on my chest, holding it there. She gently pushed me back, slowly inching me to her bed. I took my time, enjoying this.

I perched on the edge, letting her take charge. She had obviously done this a few times before. She was only eighteen, but she had the confidence of a woman so much older.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hands wrapped around my back.

“Stacey is going to be so jealous you are here,” she said with a smirk.

She cocked her head and moved in, our lips meeting. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. Her lips were soft and moist. They were full as well, smothering my mouth as she slid her tongue in, swirling it around mine.

She pulled away from me and unzipped her hoody, dropping it onto the various clothes strewn around the floor. She kissed me again. This time her hands reached for the back of my head, pulling me deeper.

We both jumped as a loud thud came from the bedroom door.

“Rose,” her Mum called out. “Who is in there? What are you doing?”

“Go away Mum,” she moaned, before kissing me again.

There was some grumbling as the Mum walked away from the door, but Rose didn’t seem concerned by it. Neither was I. My cock was hardening, bulging in my boxers, desperate to be released into the wild of this filthy room.

“Told you. Right nosey cow.”

She grabbed the bottom of her vest top and slowly peeled it off, freeing her pert, teen tits. Her nipples were hard and pink. She kissed me again. So many kisses. This time I could feel the flesh of her breasts against me. I raked my hands down her bare back, feeling her spine before grabbing her arse.

Now that arse was what had attracted me to her in the first place. It looked amazing. It felt even better. This was an arse I was never going to forget. It was round, juicy, curvy, it was fucking beautiful. I gladly grabbed it tightly, pulling her into me. Savouring my hands on her smooth cheeks.

The kiss grew deeper, wet lips over mine, tongues more frantic.

Rose slid off my lap and stood up, taking a small step back. Allowing me a moment to take her in.

I enjoyed what I saw. Her eyes seemed to change colour in the light, I could have sworn they were brown when we were chatting in the pub, but now they looked grey. She looked so pretty, and she barely had a drop of make-up on. Just a sliver of dark eyeshadow, and some added colour to her cheeks.

She kicked her trainers off. Then she undid the top button of her jeans, popping them open to give me a tiny peak at her pink thong. Of course it was pink!

“Are you going to join me or what?” she asked.

I stood up, my eyes still fixed on her as I undid my own jeans. Yanking them down, exposing the huge bulge in tenting in my boxers. She licked her lips, slowly twisting her body, teasingly taking her time to slide her jeans down. I undid my shirt, and pulled off my socks, not wanting to miss the seductive show she was giving me. Standing in front of her in just my boxers as she bent down and finally stepped out of her jeans.

We both stood still, looking each other up and down. She looked so fucking hot in just a little thong and her white socks.

I jolted forward, grabbing her, running my hands down her back, kissing her again. Sliding my hands over the smooth skin of her exposed arse cheeks. Her hand grabbed my bulge, palming it through the stretched fabric of my underwear. She began to rub my length roughly as I slipped my hand in the back of her thong, feeling every inch of her perfect arse.

She fumbled her way into my boxers, grabbing my dick. Tongues swirling as I felt her young hand wrap around my length. She started to wank me off.

I returned the favour, shoving my hand down into her warm thong. I ran my fingers along her fresh, slick pussy lips, my wrist brushing against the little landing strip of pubes she had.

She let out a moan as my hand touched her sensitive skin, her eyes shut tight as she continued to rub my cock.

Our kiss was getting more messy, the pair of us wanting to explore more of each other. My fingers gently teasing her. Her hand roughly wanking me off.

My fingers parted her slick folds, sliding along the wet heat of her pussy, feeling her clit swell under my touch. She gasped into my mouth, her grip tightening even harder on my dick. Her strokes come faster, the friction making me wince.

The room felt hotter now, the air thick with the scent of her arousal. Fuck it smelt good.

Rose broke the kiss again, her breath ragged, then she dropped to her knees. I looked down at her, our eyes locking. There was that amazing smile again. Beaming bright, almost innocent.

She pushed a stray hair from her sight, then tugged down my boxers. My hard cock sprung free, like a jack-in-the-box.

She wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezing firmly, and pulled my dick into her wide, inviting mouth.

I let out a satisfied moan as I filled her inviting gob. It was so fucking warm, and so fucking wet. It felt amazing as she swallowed every fucking inch. The perfect little chav.

My hand tangled in her hair as she started to bob up and down. The sounds of next doors flat being drowned out by the slurps and hums around my length. Rose Tyler really knew how to suck dick. She had the perfect mouth for it, and she bloody well used it well.

Her full lips stretched around my shaft, sucking me in deep, her head slipping up and down. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she continued to work on me. So sloppy, and so beautiful.

Her spare hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently. I could feel my release building inside of me, ready to pump her throat with my seed.

Fucking hell, was that her Mum again? The floorboards creaked, slowly, as if someone was walking towards the room. Closing in on the door before stopping. Silence. Just that TV, blaring loud.

Rose looked up at me, her eyes wide. She gave a little shrug before hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she started to gag on my dick.

I gripped her hair, shutting my eyes tight, the fact that her Mum was outside the room just made this all the more hotter. A proper story to tell the lads tomorrow.

So close now. Rose gagged more violently, drool slopping off her chin, a long string dangling down, coating her tits in her own mess. Dirty little girl.

She pulled away with a gasp, huge strings of saliva still connecting her perfect mouth to my rock hard cock. My balls ached. I needed to cum.

Rose wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and marched to her door.

“Mum, I told you, leave us alone.”

“I'm only looking out for you, darling,” a bashful voice replied. “Fine, I'll go, but I don't want the whole estate gossiping about my daughter. Irene's youngest was caught behind the flats with a fag the other day, and she'll never live it down.”

Rose rolled her eyes, before sliding her thong off.

Her mum was still chuntering away as Rose reached me. Sliding her hand along my sloppy cock.

“Cum in me,” she whispered into my ear, before she scooted to the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs wide. Her white socks still hugged her feet.

I did not fucking hesitate, stepping between her legs and aligning my throbbing cock with her entrance. I pushed forward with a grunt, breaching her entrance slowly at first, savouring how her tight pussy resisted then yielded, enveloping me in wet bliss. Her juices coated my shaft, mixing with the saliva to let me easily slide deep inside. Inch by inch. Filling that juicy teen hole.

Her walls clamped around my cock, my balls swelling as I bottomed out inside her. She hooked her legs around my waist, those socked feet pressing into the small of my back, the cotton warm and textured against my skin, urging me to thrust harder. I could feel her heels digging, pulling me in, tempting me to fuck her harder.

Her tits heaved with the force of my hips slamming into hers, wobbling up and down as I thrust harder. Sweat already glistened on her chest, trickling down her flat stomach. She slid one of her hands down her tummy, and started to circle her clit. I picked up the pace, her fingers moving faster. Her muscles tightened more with each jolt I piled into her.

She closed her eyes tightly, her breath ragged. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin flushed pink.

“Fuck, yeah, harder," she gasped.

I shifted my weight, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her legs higher, draping them over my shoulders. She let out a sharp whine, her body folding beneath me, exposing her completely. Her pussy stretched around my cock at this new angle, the tightness intensifying. The head of my dick nudging against her cervix. Sweat drips from her inner thighs onto the sheets, her skin slick and feverish against mine, and her socked toes flex above me, the fabric bunching as she tenses.

"Please... fuck, fill me up," she begged, her eyes wide, staring into mine.

She rubbed her clit harder, whining, as her whole body shook.

“Oh, fuck, I'm cumming,” she moaned.

The pressure reached a crescendo, and as her hole tightened, and I felt the fabric of her socks on my ears as her toes curled, I bolted. Flooding her insides with my hot, sticky sperm.

Her walls fluttered, draining every last drop from my cock. Spurting my seed deep into her womb.

Sweat-soaked and spent, she lazily pulled my head down to meet hers with her feet.

“Fuck, I needed that,” she whispered, as I watched my spunk leak out of her and around my softening shaft.

She kissed my sweaty forehead then rolled off the bed. A dark wet patch stained the garish pink sheets.

“You better go,” she said, trying to find my clothes in the sea of mess on her floor.

I was buzzing, haphazardly getting dressed, my mind in a haze. I watched as she scurried around her room, her skin glowing, and my cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

She locked her beautiful lips onto mine one final time, before slowly creaking her door open.

I crept out into the hall and she giggled a final goodbye. Putting her finger to her lips instructing me to be quiet. I started to tip-toe through the hall, but it was a pointless effort.

There, in the hallway, blocking my path out, was Rose’s fucking Mum. What is it with the Tyler’s and pink I thought, looking at her in her frilly pink dressing gown and fluffy pink slippers. She looked at me sternly, her arms folded across her chest.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she growled.

The End

A Doctor Who a Day - Day 12

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