Title: Masturbation Fixation
Word Count: 1420 [in Microsoft Word]
Genre: Very smutty PWP
Rating: NC-17, very
Spoilers: S4’s The Doctor’s Daughter
[nothing relevant to the plot, but just so you know who Jenny is]
Summary: Jenny’s got a problem the Doctor thinks he can fix, but things go a bit out of control when that tipping point is reached.
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Author Notes: I’m organizing my hard drive and decided to post several of the fics I’ve written for the kinkmeme publicly [so, you’ll probably see more fics over the next few days]. This one in particular was originally written back in June for the prompt "Ten/Jenny - Mutual Masturbation." At that point Ten/Jenny wasn’t really a pairing that I’d considered, I just wanted to write something toward that particular kink [and, it should be noted, that I got the most awesome fic reply ever
to it with this related Dear Penthouse Gallifrey
ficlet.] I understand that Ten/Jenny is a very controversial pairing and, while I get that, I handwave a lot of that personally. If Ten/Jenny is not your thing, you probably shouldn’t read this. There is no beta for this fic as it’s been sitting on the net for a while now. I tried to find any typos that I could, but I might have missed some. Oh, and feedback is happy-making, so please leave a word or two [even if I am a bit slack in responding, your comments always make my day].
“What are you doing, Jenny?” the Doctor asked curiously as he walked into the console room. Jenny was practically pushing herself against one of the coral struts.
“Oh Daddy,” she pouted, “I’ve got this throbbing between my legs and I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“Have you tried masturbation?” he asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
“What is that?”
“Hmmm, looks like they didn’t add that into your programming. No wonder your people were so warlike,” he replied, rubbing his hand over his face. “Masturbation is sexually stimulating yourself to orgasm.”
“Orgasm?” she asked, an eyebrow rose in curiosity.
The Doctor felt somewhat awkward having such a chat with his own daughter, but was feeling even more awkward from the resultant throbbing in his own groin as she looked at him with her lips slightly parted and her eyes glinting. He bit his lip to quiet the groan trying to escape.
“Let me show you,” he finally said with a trembling sigh, walking over and taking her hand before quickly leading her down the corridor to his bedroom.
“Undress for me,” he said as he stood before Jenny, the two of them near his bed.
Jenny smiled up at him as she pulled down the straps of her vest top. He was looking at her with dark and interested eyes and she loved making her Daddy happy.
She then slowly divested herself of the rest of her clothing, finally standing naked before her father. His eyes roved over her creamy white skin, his tongue darting out over his lips as he looked down at the beautiful apex between her thighs. For a moment he felt himself stirred to drop to his knees and lick her until she came against his mouth, the scent of her aroused flesh filling his senses and urging him on, but he stopped himself as this was not what they were there for.
He wanted to show her how to get herself off.
“Now, go lie on my bed,” he commanded.
Jenny obeyed, lying across his sheets, smiling up at him. The Doctor took off his suit jacket, socks, and shoes, leaving him in just his trousers and shirtsleeves as he sat down on the bed across from her, leaning against the wall near the footboard.
“Now, spread your legs for me, Jenny,” he said and she spread them slowly, looking sultrily at him. “Very good. My, you are very wet, aren’t you?”
“Is that normal, Daddy?”
“Yes, very normal,” he said, reaching over to stroke her thigh lightly.
Jenny shivered beneath his touch. He shifted to his knees, crawling between her spread legs. He slowly slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, stopping to spread her vaginal lips apart. “You see, Jenny. This is your clitoris,” he said, swiping a thumb across it.
Jenny called out and then sat up to look down at where he was touching her. “Clitoris,” she repeated with a nod.
“You can rub this to bring yourself to orgasm,” he said, rubbing his thumb against the hardened nub again, this time in soft, slow circles.
“Oooh,” Jenny cooed. “And what was an orgasm again?” she asked with a gasp.
The Doctor looked at her, pondering about giving her a scientific explanation, but instead settled on a more mundane one. “It will help with the throbbing.”
“So,” she gasped as he kept up his light touching of her sex, “I just touch this clitoris and I can have this orgasm.”
“Yes,” he replied. “Or you could add this,” he added as he slipped a finger inside her.
Jenny groaned loudly, quivering as he began to move his long finger ever so slowly
in and out of her and he continued to stroke her clit. “Yes, Daddy, keep doing that,” she panted.
“No, Jenny. It’s your turn now,” he replied, pulling his hand from her wetness.
Jenny pouted at him for stopping, but quickly reached down and began to tentatively touch herself. She started by rubbing her clit with a fingertip, but soon slipped a finger inside herself as her father had done.
The Doctor sat back against the wall, across from her again, and watched as she writhed on the bed in pleasure. His trousers were becoming impossibly tight, his own hardness pressing against the fabric. He began to rub himself through the material almost absent-mindedly, still just watching her as she pleasured herself.
Jenny looked at him, her face a mixture of bliss and curiosity. “Daddy, what are you doing?” she asked, nodding toward his hand between his legs.
“Oh,” he replied, stopping with a bit of shame, “I was just masturbating too. Sorry.”
“Don’t stop,” she panted, “I want to see what you do. Is it so different?”
He hesitated for a moment – worried their little lesson was going a bit too far. Still, he needed to get off himself, the insistent ache in his groin driving him mad. This was just a lesson after all; he didn’t need to be ashamed (that's what he kept telling himself, at least).
He shifted up onto his knees, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off before pulling off his trousers and underwear. Naked and hard before her, she stared at his groin for a long moment. “Oh Daddy, it’s beautiful.”
He blushed slightly before reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock. He started to move it slowly up and down the length of him. “This is how I like it. This is how I get an orgasm, Jenny,” he said with a groan, “Now keep touching yourself. I want to watch you have one.”
Jenny watched him, staring at his hand moving up and down his length and his other hand reaching down to grasp his scrotum. Her fingers were moving on herself faster and with more urgency, rubbing her clit while she thrust her finger, and then a second one, in and out of herself.
Soon, she was groaning more in frustration than in pleasure. “Daddy, is it supposed to take this long? It’s only getting worse,” she whined.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You just need to practice, it’s just new to you.”
“Daddy, touch me again please. It felt so much better when you were doing it,” she asked with a pout.
He stopped what he was doing and let out a shaky breath, moving across the bed to lie beside her. He then reached between her legs, delighting in how warm and wet she was, and began to thumb her clit and push his finger inside her again.
“Oh yes,” her back arched up in response, “Just like that, Daddy. Make the throbbing stop, please.”
He was panting beside her, his eyes watching each muscle move beneath her skin as she got closer and closer to coming undone by his fingers. In fact he was so lost in her soft sensual movements beside him, that he gasped in surprise when he felt her small hand wrap around his aching cock.
“Jenny,” he breathed.
“Daddy, I want you to have an orgasm too,” she said with a mischievous grin, her hand pulling up and down on his length, copying the actions she’d seen him doing earlier.
The Doctor slipped a second finger inside Jenny, pumping them in and out of her with the same urgency that she stroked his cock, their rhythm matching in intensity. He pumped his hips against her hand and she lifted her hips to push against his fingers, each wanting more, each being consumed by their own heat.
Jenny began to flail slightly against the sheet. “Oooh, yes, Daddy, just like that, just like that,” she called out as her climax hit her, rattling her limbs as she rose slightly off the bed and practically screamed in her release.
The Doctor panted as he watched her climaxing, enjoying the feel of her insides pulling against his fingers, reveling in how beautiful she looked as the pleasure rolled through her body.
He began to feel the telltale tightness in his own groin, pushing hard against her fist until he ejaculated over her thigh with a loud grunt.
The two of them collapsed against the bed, gasping for air. “So, that was an orgasm?” Jenny mused after a few moments of quiet.
“Yes,” he sighed, nuzzling against her neck and side, sated.
“Can we do this again tomorrow, Daddy? I think I need more practice with you.”