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Greetings beloved people!

Io and behold, my first time writing smut!

Thirteenth Doctor x (Genderneutral) Reader: Sex Pollen on a beautiful moon - shameless smut edition!

Reader is AFAB and body parts are referred to by name but I did not use any pronouns to refer to the reader themselves!

No beta, we die like men! I wrote this instead of sleeping! Enjoy!

********* Smut is way under the cut!*************

Bouquet (13 x Reader)

“This is the best day to go exploring with Y/N!”, the Doctor exclaimed excitedly while grabbing your hand to pull you with her towards a glittering field of flowers with an equally vibrant forest shimmering on the horizon.

You laughed, thrilled to be chosen by her to spend a day with her. To be close to her and to see her contagious, a billion galaxies erupting in light, smile.

Travelling with the Doctor was like a fever dream, in the best and worst meaning. At times so dangerous and scary that you were afraid to take just one more step. Usually the Doctor would then turn around to you and would encourage you to go on.

“Come on, Y/N,”, she would say with her beautiful eyes full of stars and her scrunched nose and deliciously curved lips, “I need your help here, I can’t do it without you!”

And at other times it was so unbelievable and beautiful that you feared you would wake up and find it all not to be real.

Today you had landed on a small moon of a busy planet.

Yaz, Graham and Ryan had decided to go shopping and sightseeing on the planet below and you and the Doctor had dropped them off and then she had told you about the rich nature and brilliant, crystal clear flowers and and jewel-like singing tress on the moon that she knew you would love to see.

And now you were here, running with your Doctor through the field, feeling the buzzing life around you in the air, trying to keep up with her, even though she was still holding your hand.

“Isn’t it brilliant?”, she screamed and you nodded, a little out of breath.

You reached a little island of colorful bushes and some small trees on the field and you motioned towards them.

Something urged you to take a closer look.

“Can we take a break there? I need to see these colours up close!”, you asked-yelled and the Doctor just grinned and changed the direction towards the closest tree.

It looked just like an earth-birch, but instead of being white and black was this one light-blue with specks of gold and purple.

You inspected the tree closer and found some tiny red glowing mushrooms growing on it.

“Adorable”, you mused to yourself as you smelled the sweetest, fullest fragrance you have ever smelled.

You looked to find the source and it turned out to be coming from the purple, nearly black flowers that were blooming on a nearby bush. Leaning closer you breathed in deeply.

The scent was flowery, surprisingly heavy for such fine, delicate flowers and with a spicy depth that reminded you maybe of musk, or maybe of naturally scented woods like cedar or sandalwood. Something earthy, rich and dark. Something warm that heightened your senses, with a hot burning flame beneath.

“Doctor…”, you turned to look for her, when you heard your name being called at the same time.

“You have to smell these flowers!”, you continued to say unison and you both laughed when you realised it.

“You found the flowers as well?”, you asked and stepped aside to let the Doctor smell your flowers.

She breathed in deeply and smiled contentedly.

“It reminds me of you”, she said and you froze in your movements.

You had just turned to smell the flowers the Doctor had found, which were the same ones as you had seen and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“Oh I wanted to say the same thing”, you said cheerfully, only rarely registering that you had said that out loud what you would usually had only thought.

Mentally you shrugged and couldn’t care less.

The Doctor’s eyes lit up and the stars in them shone brighter than ever before.

She smiled her happy, toothy smile and you beamed back at her.

Smelling the flowers again, inhaling deeply, you decided to pick one.

“Here”, you offered the flower to the Doctor.

“It’s for you, you should wear it in your hair. I love it when you wear pretty things, it makes you even more beautiful…”

And another thing you would usually never had said out loud. How odd.

The Doctor’s eyes grew even bigger with joy as she took the flower from you and carefully pushed the stem behind her ear and arranged her hair around the flower.

“You should have one, too”, she said and picked one for you.

You placed your flower just like she had done and when she rose her hand to help you secure it, she stepped closer to you than it would have been necessary.

You gulped and felt oddly brave, so you grabbed her hand, when it was close to your face and kept it in place.

Something was burning inside of you, flooding your nerves and senses, rushing through your veins in your blood, making you feel the air tingling on your skin. You were suddenly very aware of your body in your clothes, feeling very hot and very bothered.

You felt your nipples stroke against the fabric of your bra and you felt your panties over your tingling and pulsating vulva. Of course they weren’t providing any friction.

But you wanted friction. Badly.

You felt how the Doctor’s usually cool hand close to your face, that you were holding got hotter as well. Maybe her skin burned as much as yours. Maybe her core felt just as yours did. All tingly and wet.

This thought sent even more heat through your body, tangling into a ball of arousal deep in your lower abdomen.

Your eyes were locked into each other, standing there, you felt your heart beat as you were unable to blink.

The Doctor made a step towards you and it made your eyes flicker to her lips, parted and wet, she must have been licking them.

The thought of her tongue flicking made the ball inside of you coil even closer together.

You were relatively the same height as her, so it did not take much to kiss her.

And so you did.

Using your free arm to pull her the remaining centimetres towards you, keeping your grab on your hand, you kissed her.

She responded immediately, opening her mouth for you, strangled sounds coming from her as you kissed her with everything that you’ve got.

It was an open mouth, very wet kiss, an all-consuming, senses overflowing kiss, it was her and her lips and body and nothing else.

She used her other hand to really get a hold of your face, pulling it closer to her, while pushing her knee and thigh between your legs.

You yelped into her mouth, as she pushed a sturdy seam on the inside of your jeans between your labia, exactly where you wanted some friction to be.

You started grinding on her knee and thigh, rather subconsciously, while you tried to remove her coat, kind of blindly, eyes half-way closed and mind filled with her kiss.

She had broken away from you, as the need for air took over and had opted to kiss, suckle and nibble at your jaw and neck instead.

She was working on opening the buttons of your blouse, while you tried to push down her suspenders after having successfully took off her coat from her, when she jumped back, as if she was hit with an electric shock.

“No!”, she gasped for air, making a big step back from you.

“Ohhh, Y/N, I am so, so sorry!”, she panted, a pained expression all over her face.

Your mind barely registered her words, you felt the emptiness, you felt rejected and betrayed and still so, so hot!

You were burning from the inside out!

You still felt your nipples, your tingling core and now warm and very wet underwear. You only wanted her lips back on your skin, so you made a few, shaky steps towards her.

“Ohhh”, she groaned, hands running over her face and through her tousled hair, which was your work, a proud part inside of you pointed out.

“Stupid, stupid Doctor!”, she muttered to herself, while hitting herself on the forehead.

“I should have recognised them… I should have… Think! Think! Think! Concentrate! Concentrate! You have to bring your Y/N out of here! No kissing, kissing is bad!”

You had only listened to her with half an ear, your body and soul hurting from her rejection. Why else should she have pushed you away, if she did not want it as bad as you did?

Maybe you were the only one with burning skin and a desperate pussy.

You rarely considered the whole oddity of the whole situation, how you had acted on your desires so suddenly, how your desires had manifested themselves so quickly on a physical level, when you usually sucked them up and stored them away somewhere deep inside your heart, never even considering to act on them in real life.

So you missed the pained expression on the Doctor’s face, how her chest heaved and how she fought for control over the danger she had put you two into unknowingly. And how she fought down her desire.

You only felt rejected and your soul cried in bitter pain. But your body had it way worse. Had it been a sweet pleasurable desire before, an exciting ache while you had kissed the Doctor was it now an actual pain.

Your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin felt open and irritated and the pressure in between your legs was more than you could bare.

“Y/N. Y/N! Look at me!”, you suddenly saw how the Doctor’s face came into your field of view, kind of blurry, so you tried to blink to get her image clear.

“We were drugged. You need to concentrate. Y/N!”

The word ‘drugged’ had enough effect on you that you managed to finally see her clearly, you tried to focus on her words and the information she wanted to give you.

No, not her lips! Not her soft flushed skin! Not the lips. Not her sparkling eyes! Her words! Her words! Important words!

“Listen to me! Those pretty flowers contain pollen that are toxic to most humanoids…”

“Toxic?”, you managed to blur out. “Are we going to die?”

The Doctor looked at you with her continuous worried, pained expression.

“How — how — how are they toxic? I don’t feel poisoned. But my body hurts!”, you started crying.

“Please make it stop! It hurts so much!”

Hot tears streamed down your face and you desperately tried to rub yourself over your panties inside of your jeans but it did not do much.

“Pl-please!”

You fell to the ground, legs spread wide and you still tried to find release by fervently rubbing over and through your now soaking wet clit and slit.

But it was too wet, your fingers couldn’t do anything, they were unsuccessfully slipping over your skin and you groaned and cried in frustration and pain.

“This is what the pollen do”, the Doctor tried to explain the situation as easy as possible. Also as quick as possible.

“They arouse most humanoids sexually and if they don’t get to climax within three hours the nervous system and the brain could get severe damage. I am so sorry!”

The Doctor had crouched next to you and was biting her lips and pressing together her own legs. If you would have been able to read her body more closely, you would have seen the sweat on her forehead and neck and chest, her panting and her dilated pupils. She was in as much pain as you and her hearts burned with the same desire for you as your heart did for her.

“I will get us out of here and find a solution, I won’t let anything happen to you! I promise!”

She helped you to sit up and to close your jeans again and you saw everything clear as day.

“You don’t want me!”, the thought sobered you up enough to look at her properly and to think like a human being again.

“You don’t want me!”, you repeated, now with an aching heart that nearly lessened the ache in your core.

“Can I do it myself?”, you asked and stood up on shaky legs, pushing yourself up from the ground in a very ungracious way.

The Doctor stood there and watched you with furrowed brows and lips a thin line.

“Do what yourself?”

“Climaxing…”, you answered and stomped towards the TARDIS, not being waiting for her answer.

Legs feeling wobbly and every step was a sensory hell.

Your still felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra, the tightness and the coiling of your insides, your throbbing clit and the seam of your jeans against your slit with every second step.

But now you were also angry.

Angry at the Doctor, angry at yourself that you had let it come so far and angry that you were still so incredible aroused that you just wanted to hump the nearest tree to find release.

“Please Y/N…”, a soft hand on your arm stopped you right in your tracks and you found yourself face to face with the Doctor. Still your Doctor with the beautiful eyes and deliciously curved lips and the soft blond hair, that now looked very dishevelled, still the woman you wanted to kiss, taking all of her in, tasting her everywhere, the woman you wanted to hear scream out in pleasure as a result to your fingers, your tongue on her, inside of her …

“Wait please, don’t go like this!“, the Doctor pleaded with big, desperate eyes, pupils huge.

She sighed heavily and bowed her head in defeat.

“It is not that I don’t want you, on the contrary. I want you so much and I know I shouldn’t. I promise I’ll find a cure for you. Just kiss me again, please! I promise I’ll— “

The sound you let out was a high-pitched moan of relief and eagerness as you pressed your lips to hers again.

And immediately the pain subsided, leaving the pleasurable ache once again behind.

The Doctor’s kiss was eager, eager to please you, taste you, feel you.

Her fingers finished unbuttoning your blouse and impatiently helped you out of the sleeves.

Your burning skin was immediately met with a cool breeze that made you shiver in the most stimulating way.

The Doctor kissed your neck, right at the juncture to your shoulder at the soft hollow above your collarbone and you sighed and sighed and sighed out loud.

The Doctor’s lips and tongue, wet and warm, were working on your shoulder while her skilled and quick fingers opened your bra. She only stopped kissing your shoulder for a second to pull the straps of the bra down your arms and the moment your sensitive nipples were hit with the gently blowing breeze around you, you threw back your head and screamed out in pleasure.

This was what you had wanted all the time, since this madness began.

So the Doctor went immediately towards your left nipple, she licked across it, once, twice, thrice and then very gently grazed it with her teeth.

She held you stable with one arm and used her other hand to pinch and stroke your right nipple.

You arched yourself towards her and tried once again to remove her suspenders, this time you succeeded as far as it was possible to the point, where she held you tight.

She unlatched from your breast and you let out an involuntary sound of disappointment.

“Shhh”, the Doctor quickly kissed you

“One second, my love!”, she murmured close to your lips and and finished taking off her suspenders, while you tried to kiss her again.

“I just want to lay out my coat for you. I don’t want you to come while standing up, I want you to feel as comfortable and good as possible. I’ll be quick!”, she purred and quickly took her coat from the ground, gave it a shake and laid it flat out.

While she had worked with the coat you had opened your jeans and were just about to pull them down as her hand stopped you.

“Let me help you with that!”

And the Doctor pulled down your jeans, helped you to step out of them and then kissed the hemline of your panties.

“We do not need them anymore, do we?” Her voice was like melted butter and you squirmed.

Everything inside of you was throbbing in painful anticipation, your nipples hard, begging to be touched again and you just wanted to ride the Doctor’s face until you came.

Laying down was overrated!

“Ple-please, ge’em off…”, your voice was slurred but the Doctor understood anyways.

She kneeled down in front of you and pulled your underwear down.

She sighed excitedly at the sight of your now fully exposed body.

“I have dreamed of this moment!, she admitted, while looking up to you through her lashes.

“Likewise!”, you answered with a slurry voice and she grinned happily.

And it was a sight for the gods — the Doctor on her knees for you, her hands tightly on your thighs, admiring every inch of your body with endless hunger in her eyes.

She looked at every jiggly curve and soft, dimpled patch of skin, every warm and oh so human part of you and looked as if she was offered every answer to every question in this universe.

“Lay down!”, the Doctor commanded as you tried to throw one of your legs over her shoulder, to get her face where you wanted it the most!

You eagerly complied, laying down on your back on her coat.

The ground beneath it was surprisingly lush, soft and plush, nothing like hard, uncomfortable grounds you knew from home on Earth. You had slept on beds that were not even half as perfect and snuggly as this random meadow on a random moon.

‘Sex moon’ your cloudy mind corrected.

It was like the moon wanted people to be comfortable after they inhaled the flower’s pollen.

You opened your legs for the Doctor and she crawled between them, but not before taking everything of your exposed sex in.

The still gently blowing breeze danced over your slick, wet bare core and provided you with a delicious tickle of sensual cold, that made your whole body tingle in lust.

You bucked your hips aimlessly into the wind, as if it could provide you with some friction.

While the wind was cool, you were getting hotter and bothered by the second.

The Doctor’s eyes glittered and she beamed at you.

“You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be! So wet, so hot, so ready for me…”

Normally you would have been ashamed, self-conscious or shy at words or even looks like hers but the untameable desire in you burned all of your fear or shame down to dust. What was left was your lust, your passion and your love for the Doctor.

And your need for the Doctor to finally, finally touch you.

But after the Doctor was done with her admiring, she crawled on top of you, kneeling between your legs and took once again your nipple in her mouth. You groaned in frustration and pleasure.

This was not were you wanted her tongue to go.

You were still bucking your hips, this time towards her, as she pushed two fingers into your vagina.

You yelped and moaned out loud as her thumb started to stroke your clit.

“More, more, more”, you pleaded with each thrust as you still bucked, now at her hand.

And she added a third finger. She pushed knuckle-deep inside you, curled her fingers upwards and also sucked and nibbled on your nipple with even more force.

“Ahhhh!”

You cried out, pleasure and lust washing over you and yet it was not enough.

“Ahhh, MORE!”

She let go of your nipple and smiled at you, you looked at her a little confused and questioning but her fingers still pumping inside of you and massaging your clit kept you occupied.

“I have something for you, let me get it…”

She slowed down her pace and reached around into the pocket of her trousers and took out her screwdriver.

You watched her every move and as she put it to a low vibrating setting you were starting to be intrigued. You even forgot your disappointment about her slower movements.

“Lift your bottom, please, my love”, she urged you and you raised your butt even higher into the air, you had it partially there anyways to meet her hands and movements.

She removed her fingers from you and you looked at her angrily, you were too weak, to lust-stridden to express your disappointment vocally.

She shook her head.

“Don’t be angry at me, you asked for more and I will give you more!”

And she carefully parted your buttocks and placed her buzzing screwdriver right between them.

The screwdriver’s vibration went over your anus as well partly towards your vagina.

You bit your lips, this was going to be very good!

And the Doctor returned to insert three fingers inside you, immediately starting pumping and massaging your clit with her thumb and biting and pulling on your nipples.

She varied the directions of her tongue on your nipple, drew numbers and letters and all kind of patterns onto you clit with her thumb and took all the time in the world to fill you out with her fingers, stroking, massaging your insides and curling her fingers, finding out which directions got you to scream the loudest…

The vibrating screwdriver on your ass added extra pleasure and you were not holding back.

You bucked your hips, rode along the screwdriver, as much as you could, took her fingers in and screamed out your pleasure into the world around you.

Your moans and screams echoed around you in the forest and it just turned you on even more.

And what you did not know was that the Doctor was a mess, hearing you, hearing the echoes of your screams, feeling you, your wetness all over her hand and your beautiful breast in her mouth made her insides burn just as much.

And then you came. You bucked your hips against her one last time and screamed louder than before. It just came over you.

An orgasm so intense like you never experienced it before.

You think you blacked out for a moment, overcome with your hot, intense relief.

You panted and slowly came back into your body.

And the Doctor?

Her body ached and ached and ached, her desire just as hot as yours, she could not wait to come herself. To be touched by you, to be held by you…

She had carefully continued to pump her fingers inside of you through your orgasm, now she took them out again, stroke over your clit one last time and kissed the nipple she had last worked on.

You laid back, panting.

You slowly came back into your body and took the Doctor in, how she sat between your legs, and grinned.

Your aching, burning pain had subsided but was not gone completely, it had turned down enough that you knew that this had been incredible but that your Doctor was there and still unpleasured. Still unsatisfied.

She rocked back and forth, pushing her legs together.

“Hmm…” You sat up and cocked your head to the side.

“Looks like it’s my turn now to be good to you. Don’t you think?”

“You do not have to do it. I can take care of it myself, you do not have to do anything…”

You sighed, sometimes (very often) you wondered what was going on inside this woman’s head. Did she still think that you did not want her, did not want to touch her?

“Ohhh, no… I want to… desperately”, you darted forwards and kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, her hands immediately grabbed your waist and she sighed, laying her head back to give you more space to kiss her and you smiled against her skin.

“And I also want to make you scream, like you did to me…”, you whispered into her ear, after you sucked on her earlobe.

The Doctor shivered at your words and groaned softly at your soft lips on her ear.

She wanted your lips everywhere!

“But first we need to remove that”, your finger tips graced the neckline of her shirt and she nodded, eyes glued to you.

She raised her arms and you helped her out of her shirt and the tank top with the broad straps underneath and you found that she was also wearing a simple bra.

You removed it and immediately kissed her shoulders, upper chest, breast and nipples like she had done to yours.

She moaned, it was a high-pitched surprised sound that made you smile proudly and that also made your insides tighten again.

You stroke down the sides of her body with soft, determined fingers and stopped at her trousers. You looked up at her and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still big and in awe.

So you opened her trousers and pushed them down, while she laid back and lifted her cute bottom to the air to assist you.

When she laid there, bare and open, you admired her, just like she had done when you had laid there before her.

But she pushed her legs together and also crossed her arms over her chest.

“Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?”, you looked at her with a worried expression, you were confused by her actions, but yet she was visible aroused and wanted you. Were the pollen affecting her differently than you?

“I never slept with anyone in this body!”, she admitted, the words tumbling out of her as if she was afraid that she would never say them if she was not quick enough.

“I do not really know how. I want you to feel good and safe and… I don’t know what to do…”, she added with big, worried puppy eye.

“I have a few ideas”, you grinned and laid down next to her on your side.

“You don’t have to do anything and if you don’t like it or I am bad at it we stop and try something else…”

The Doctor looked at you with pure desire in her eyes and you felt her squirm next to you.

“Now…”, you carefully swung a leg over her and straddled her, “I’ll start kissing your neck, we know you enjoy that!”

And with that you were back at sucking, nibbling, softly biting and marking her neck, wandering down to her chest, to her stomach and then finally to her pelvic area.

While you had been working on her, she became first finally relaxed and had then slowly started to open up to you and your touches.

“Ohhh Y/N!”, she had moaned and her legs had opened and her hips bucked and you could not hide a pleasant shit-eating grin, while you kissed her down her stomach.

Your hand carefully parted her legs a little wider and palmed her vulva, she bucked against it immediately.

You grinned again.

You could not believe your luck, the Doctor moaning your name in pleasure, bucking and rutting against you, asking for more from you…

You went on to kiss over her stomach and her lower abdomen and stopped right before you reached the insides of her thighs.

“Hnnnghhh, Y/N… Please!”

Oh how you wanted to hear that, to hear her moan and beg for more from you.

And you happily obliged.

You opened her folds with one hand and kissed directly onto her hot, wet core.

She jolted up, as your lips reached her and moaned.

“So this is what it feels like…”, she said and you licked directly through her slick folds and the Doctor gasped.

And you went all in. Sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside of her, feeling her walls around it, pumping a little and then exchanging your finger with your tongue, drawing patterns all over her.

Pushing your tongue inside of her, licking as much as you could reach…

“Ohhhhhhhh, plea-please! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”, the Doctor begged, clawing at the floor beneath her, pushing herself into your face.

“Deeper, deeper!”, she screamed as you used your fingers and tongue simultaneously on her, pushing deep inside her, licking and lapping all of her overflowing wetness…

“Y/N, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and she came and screamed and nearly squirted and bucked her hips and you suckled on her clit throughout her orgasm, letting her ride it out.

The Doctor breathed out and laid back, her chest was heaving and you admired your work.

The Doctor all loose, satisfied and torn apart.

The Oncoming Storm stilled at your hands and tongue. At your love.

She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could look at you and breathed out.

“Whew, this was something, wasn’t it?”

You nodded.

“Oh yes!”

“We should try to get back to the TARDIS as long as we still can”, she said while sitting up and reaching for her clothes.

You followed her movements and your shoulders slumped.

Was she done with you, was this an one time thing due to dangerous pollen and an immediate threat?

You sighed and breathed in deeply, your arms and legs felt like jelly and you just wanted to rest for a awhile on this beautiful lush planet with the sweet, flowery air and the Doctor between your thighs.

You felt yourself getting all tingly and aroused again, apparently you were not done yet…

“Doctor can we please stay for a moment? If this was the last time that this happened I want to take it all in…”

The Doctor was already pulling up her trousers again and tucking her shirt in as she turned towards you, smiling brightly and bending down to you.

“Listen, YN, listen very closely now”, she took your face in her hands and you just wanted to melt into her eyes full of stars. Her beautiful lips, swollen and pink and perfect…

“Y/N, I love you, I love you very much but we have to get off this planet! The wind has turned, don’t you smell it? The pollen are everywhere now and while I feel like I have never felt before, thanks to you and I hope, and think I know,”, she smiled proudly at these words, “you feel like I do, too, we have to get away from here NOW!

The more pollen we breathe in, the more dangerous they become to our nervous system and right now we are in the strongest place to fight them off. We both climaxed very nicely and our bodies are happy and relaxed, so please, get off the ground now!”

She was right. Your orgasm had helped to think more clearly again and while your skin and nipples and pussy and overall your whole body was sensitive and excited about being touched again, you still felt like yourself.

And maybe she was down to continue once you were safely in the TARDIS…

“Okay”, you sighed and pushed yourself up.

You quickly put on your panties, blouse and pants, there you had to grab her arm for stability and stuffed your bra into the pocket of your pants. You definitely did not feel like wearing it, too tight and unpleasant and putting it on just took too much time.

The Doctor grabbed your hand but instead of starting to walk she pulled you closer to her.

“You know we can continue again as soon as we are in the TARDIS… You know that, right?”, she quickly purred into your ear and a warm shiver ran down your spine and you giggled excitedly.

“Yes please!”

And the two of you ran towards the TARDIS, laughing, giggling like school girls.

Once inside you collapsed to the ground, trying to catch your breath while the Doctor was working on the console.

“Hey”, she turned to you, “I know a beautiful nebula, there are no flowers and definitely no people around, we can be just on our own…”

She came closer, while the TARDIS was wheezing and huffing around you, squatting down next to you.

“There I can make you scream even louder than on the moon…

I could kiss you and nib you and taste you and I promise you will forget your own name…”

“Is that so?”, you whispered, voice low and breathy and you slowly, tantalisingly so, opened the buttons on your blouse, one by one, the Doctor’s eyes glued to your every move.

She gulped and you smiled.

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Shameless, Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of gun violence/shooting a gun. Smut/oral (M receiving).

“S-She said that I was going to look like a virgin for the rest of my life!” she sobbed.

“O-Okay…okay. Come on in, Debs. Sofia is just in the kitchen feeding Anthony,” Tony said nervously as Debbie pushed past him, the mascara she’d borrowed unknowingly from Fiona, running down her cheeks, “Baby…Debbie is here!”

“Hey Debs, what goin-oh my god. Are you okay? What happened?” you asked, rushing your little sister. Tony frowned, giving you a pointed look and you cursed, turning away as your newborn unlatched from you. You pulled your nursing bra back into place and handed him off to your husband. Debbie attacked you and fell against your thigh. You dropped to your knees and instinctively started looking for any sign of an injury, “What happened Debbie?”

“Holly Herkimer,” she sobbed, her makeup smearing against your shoulder and throat as she clung to you, “she was so mean. She said that I looked like I was going to be a virgin forever…I-I had to trick her into going to the barbeque later so that Little Hank would be there.”

“Oh Debbie…”

“I need to send stronger signals,” she cried, “I need to make him see me as a girl he wants to date.”

“Oh, sweetie,” you sighed, rubbing her back, “it’s okay. Stop crying. It’s okay. We will figure it out, I promise.”

“I wanna look like you and Mandy!” she cried, “I-I wanna be pretty.”

“Debbie,” you sighed, feeling for her, “Debbie, you’re pretty, sweetie-“

“Please…”

“How about this?” you asked, pulling away from her ever so slightly, “You go upstairs and grab a shower, and I’ll call Mandy…we’ll get ready together…and she and I will do your makeup…and she’ll take you to the barbeque…”

“Y-you aren’t gonna come?”

“Baby, I was going to spend the day with Tony and Anthony…”

“We can go to the barbeque.”

You looked up at your husband, and he was giving you a soft look, “Tony...are you sure?”

“Yeah…the more the merrier, right?” he asked, “you go grab that shower and clean all that makeup off your face…and by the time you’re done, Mandy will be over, and the girls will get ready with you…and until little Hank shows up me and baby Anthony here can be your dates…”

A blush rose to her cheeks, “really?”

“Really,” he nodded, offering her a smile. She ran up to his legs and hugged him, “baby, do you have a bottle in the fridge that I can finish feeding him with while you call Mandy?”

“You’re the best Tony!” Debbie sighed against his legs.

You gave your husband a soft smile and walked over to the fridge to grab the bottle. Debbie ran up the stairs to start her shower and you handed off the bottle, a dreamy expression taking over your face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, leaning forward until your lips pressed delicately to his, “just-that’s the man I fell in love with…it’s just nice to see him popping up every now and again.”

“What?” he asked gently, “you haven’t seen him in a while?”

“I have been,” you admitted, “it is just nice that it isn’t fading away…”

“I told you, Sof…I’ve changed.”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head, “you haven’t. You’re the man I fell in love with years ago…you didn’t change…you came back. And I’m just glad that you’re back.”

“Alright, alright…there he is!” Debbie giggled, “how do I look?”

“Look great kiddo!” you smiled.

“What, you’re just gonna ditch us?” Tony joked.

She smiled at him, “Little Hank is right there Tony…”

“Let the girl go!” you smiled, playfully nudging your husband’s side, “you still have me…”

“Well if I have to settle for anyone-“ You gasped, cutting off his goofy, sarcastic remark and he smiled at you, “I love you, Sof…”

“Thanks Fi Fi! Thanks Mandy!” Debbie smiled, hugging Mandy and yourself, before tickling your son’s foot, “bye baby Anthony. Bye Tony!”

“Go get him!” Tony tried, pumping his fist in the air.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find Lip or Ian!” Mandy smiled, “catch you guys later.”

You watched as Mandy headed in one direction and Debs headed in another.

“They grow up so fast!” Tony joked, “thank god we still have this one…he’ll be our little baby for a while…won’t go off abandoning us for a barbecue date!”

You rested your head against his arm, and he wrapped it around you, “don’t joke about that. I feel like we’re going to blink, and Anthony will be ditching us at some block party barbeque.”

“Oh, no way…we’re gonna be the cool parents forever! He’ll be begging us to hang out with him long after he’s their ages,” he grinned, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, “what do you say we grab some food before the good stuff is all gone?”

“Yeah!” you grinned, “you wanna find a place to sit and take Anthony, or do you wanna grab food?”

“I can grab the food,” he offered, “do you want to grab us some drinks?”

“Sure!”

“See you in a second, mama bear!” he smiled, playfully smacking your ass.

“If you’re looking for the Sunshine adult daycare, it’s up the street, at the church!” Debbie said quickly, as she rushed the old woman in the wheelchair. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

“No way!”

“Honey, only time I wanna go to church is when I feel like getting molested!”

“Here you go, ma’am!” one of the men said as they handed her a bag. She turned and you got a good view of her face.

“What do you want, a tip?”

You rushed across from your house to the house next door while your grandmother insulted Ethel and Malik.

“I’m sorry, and who are you?”

“GRAMMY GALLAGHER!” you called from the gate.

She smiled for a pinch, “oh sweet Jesus! SOFIA, HONEY! Thank god, I was starting to think your father lost the house.”

“Grammy Gallagher?” Debbie asked.

“I’m your grandmother, sweetheart,” she smiled at Debbie, before looking back to you, “Sofia, who’s baby are you holding?”

“Grammy Gallagher…this is Anthony…my son…your great grandson.”

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she gasped, “he looks like he shot out of your vagina yesterday. He’s so tiny.”

“I gave birth two weeks ago, Grammy…he’s still a newborn.”

“Would you look at that,” she smiled, coming down the steps to greet you. She wrapped her arms around you in a hug, then backed away to look at the little boy, “he’s white…”

“As opposed to?”

She laughed, “fair enough…where were you at, huh?”

“I uh-live next door…”

“Mr. Harris doesn’t live there?”

“Died a few years back while you were locked up,” you shrugged, “my uh-my husband bought it for us so that we could be close to the kids.”

“Close?” she laughed, “you’re practically up their asses with a house right next door, Sofia. Wait…did you say married? Married to who?”

“Uh, Tony Markovich…known him since we were practically toddlers…”

“And what does he do, huh?”

“He uh, he’s a cop, Grammy Gallagher.”

“Oh Jesus,” she sighed, shaking her head, “just when I thought you couldn’t get any softer, you go marrying a cop and getting knocked up by him. Though…that could be smart if you ever go my route…he’ll be less inclined to put the bracelets on ya.”

“Grammy, what are you doing out?” you asked.

“I’m dying, sweetheart,” she sighed, stroking your cheek, “now be a good girl and help me up to the bathroom, yeah?”

“I just-it’s so hard to comprehend, you know?”

“Yeah…” he sighed, his eyes closing as you went back to working on him. His eyes fluttered as you cupped his balls and swirled your tongue around his tip, before licking up his shaft, “righ-right there. Sofia…oh, fuck. Right there, baby.”

“I mean…they wouldn’t let her out that early, right?” you asked, your mind entirely focused on something other than giving your husband a blowjob. His eyes opened once more, and he stared at you.

“I-I’m sorry, are we really talking about your grandmother while you’re sucking my dick?”

“I’m sorry, I just…there’s so much on my mind…like how we can’t have sex for another few weeks and-“

“I could always give you a sensual massage,” he offered, “help you relax, “maybe after you’re done blowing me?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him for a second, before nodding, “yeah…that-that sounds good. I mean, Anthony is down for his nap, and he’s been sleeping really well lately.”

“Alright, after you finish…I’ll make you feel good!” he smiled, gently guiding your head back down to his cock.

You grabbed his hardened length and started pumping his shaft, while your mouth suckled on the crown of his cock. His head fell back, and his hands tangled in your hair while you bobbed up and down. Your free hand reached back to his balls, and you started massaging them again.

His hands pressed down on your head ever so slightly, and you allowed him to thrust up into your mouth, “fuck, Sofia…fuck…you feel so good, baby.”

You moaned, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple up his spine as his cock hit the back of your throat.

“I-I’m so close, Sof….”

“Cum for me, daddy!” you purred on his length. He groaned as your grip choked up a little, and your strokes became quicker. His lips parted and his breathing got shallower. His eyes opened and he released a near silent moan when your eyes met; his load spilling down the back of your throat as his hips bucked needily.

“OH FUCK!”

Your mouth popped off of his cock and you suckled at his tip. His eyes went hooded as the sensitivity took over and his cock started twitching with every kitten lick, cum still spilling from his slit.

“Sof-Sofia…”

A knock broke the two of you from the moment of intimacy. Your brow quirked as you looked at him, “were you expecting anyone?”

“M-maybe it’-it’s one of your siblings?”

“I’ll get the door,” you offered, tapping his inner thigh. His body jolted, and you giggled as you pushed yourself out of your spot from between his thighs, “pull your pants up. Last thing we need to do is traumatize Carl or Debbie.”

“Fine, but after they’re gone, I’m taking care of you!” he promised as you went to the door.

You gasped when you opened it.

“Steve.”

“Oh, uh, hi!” he smiled, “is uh, is Tony home?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Looking for Tony,” he smiled, adding in a little extra fake happiness, “see you two have taken to living in my place pretty well…”

“Fuck you!” you replied, slamming the door in his face.

“What was that?” Tony asked.

“What the hell is Steve doing back in town?”

Rage filled his features, “he’s here?”

“At the door!”

“I’ll take care of this, baby!” he frowned. He went up and pulled you to his chest, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just-make that asshole leave…”

“He shouldn’t even be here!” he said dryly, releasing you from his grip. He went to the door and opened the main one, and then the iron one in front of it, “you’ve got balls coming back here, you know.”

“I brought you something!”

“I don’t take bribes!” he said with a shake of his head.

Steve laughed, “really? Dude, you’re living in one! Think of this as a donation. The Policeman’s Ball. Tsunami Relief. End Autism Now. It’s your choice, really.”

“Go to hell, Steve…”

“Come on now, I’m just being friendly…” he smiled, “looks like things worked out with you and Fiona’s sister…”

“Sofia…” he reminded him, “and yeah, we got married…and had a child in the time that you were gone.”

“Shit…doesn’t look like she just pushed a kid out of her.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Steve…if you were smart, I’d say never come back…”

“Oh, but we both know I’m not…see you at the wedding tomorrow, champ. You are going to that, right?”

“Go back to whatever hole you were hiding in, Steve!” he spat, closing the door on the man your sister loved.

“You did what?” you asked, interrupting, “Fi…no.”

“I said I almost did,” she said defensively before looking at you, “I didn’t do it, Fi Fi. I just, almost did.”

“Oh, Fiona.”

“She’s my wife, she has to tell me these things.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit!” V told Kev.

“Hey baby, I got you a slice of cake…”

“Oh god, I’ve been craving sugar…”

“Cravings?” Kev asked, “sure you’re not already knocked up with baby number two.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, “we can’t even have sex for another few weeks. I’ve just been getting my appetite back after getting my doses figured out…”

“Wait, what?” Kev asked, eyes going wide, “that’s real?”

“My meds or the no sex?”

“The no sex!”

“Kev…I pushed something a little smaller than a watermelon out of something the size of a quarter,” you said bluntly, “tell me how that shrinks back in two weeks?”

A blush rose up on his cheeks and V patted his thigh, “see…this is why men are the ones that don’t give birth. They’d be thinking that they could just shove a pool noodle up there when they realized they couldn’t feel the dick.”

You and your sister laughed, and V joined in, but Kev shrugged, “I mean…if you wanna get some action and that’s the size…yeah I guess.”

The three of you only laughed harder as your own husband shook his head, “want me to hold onto Anthony while you eat?”

“I can hold onto him baby…did you get a chance to get some food?”

“Honestly no,” he laughed. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. He smiled, “what was that for?”

“You have the cake…I’m still fighting off the extra baby weight.”

“Sof…you look amazing!” he complimented, “you don’t need to work anything off…if anything you could stand to gain a few pounds…you just think that way because of the milk coming in…and how big it’s making your chest…you-”

“See…when we have children, you better treat me like that…even when my body is still rocking after having a baby, when I’m feeling down, I want you to tell me that it’s still kickass!” V smiled, kissing Kev.

“No problem!” Kev agreed, “when we have our tomorrow babies, I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

“Hey…wanna go mingle?” you asked, looking up at Tony. He nodded as he ate a forkful of cake.

“Yeah. Sure!”

He looped his free hand around your waist after putting the fork back on the plate and led you over to where your dad was rambling about something.

“Really?” you giggled, “This is mingling?”

“Wanna have some cake?” he asked once again, “I can feed it to you?”

A smile rose to your face, “oh, you mean like you did at our wedding?”

He chuckled, “If I remember, you pushed cake into my face too!”

The two of you laughed, and he un-looped his arm to get another forkful, before offering it out to you. You opened your mouth, and he gently fed you. You moaned in delight. The cake was wonderful.

“You keep that up, we’re going to have to sneak back home soon and put Anthony to bed early…might just have to make an exception on waiting another month.”

“Tony Markovich!” you giggled, nudging him. He smiled as Sheila started tapping a knife into her glass.

“Quiet, please!”

��Quiet everyone!” Jody asked.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t make it all the way down the stairs today!” Sheila apologized, “but baby steps!”

“That’s right mom!”

“Hear hear!”

“Oh, Karen…my baby…all grown up!” she sighed lovingly as she looked at her daughter, “I so wish that your father could have been here today. I wish that he could have seen you, our sweet girl, all grown up. And I know that he would be so proud of his grandbaby…no matter who the father was. Except Frank. Heh. He hated Frank. But it couldn’t have been Frank because there wasn’t any penetration.”

“Oh my god!” you gasped, reaching up to cover your newborn son’s ears. You looked around and a few other people were gasping, jaws on the floor.

“Eddie didn’t like being penetrated,” Sheila laughed, “he had a funny bump on the side of his penis that he thought was cancer, but it turned out I was just being too rough on him….so, there’s been some obstacles and some pitfalls, but she’s made some wonderful, wonderful friends along the way. Like Lip and all the Gallaghers. People I just used to only know as the ones in that house where the cops always came…and by that, I mean Officer Markovich cumming in Fiona and Sofia!”

Your eyes went wide, and you gasped once more, while your husband protectively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to himself.

“Maybe we should go out the back!” you whispered softly. He nodded in agreement, but you stopped when you heard your grandmother.

“Jesus, is that bitch ever gonna shut up?” Grammy Gallagher asked.

“And Franks mother,” Sheila frowned, “we’re just so honored that you’re here even though you weren’t even invited. And not really honored, because you’re a convicted felon. But you’re out now, aren’t you? Why did they let you out? Because you’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch!”

Everyone began murmuring, and Tony started pushing you towards the door, “if I remember anything you’ve told me about Grammy Gallagher, we need to leave…now…”

“Okay mom, let’s open presents!” Karen suggested.

“Why don’t you do yourself and everyone else a favor and shut up?”

“Where’s Carl, Debs, and Liam. We have to get the little ones out of here now…before Grammy pulls her signature glock…”

“I’ll look for them!” he promised, pressing a kiss to your lips, “get by the door with Anthony!”

“And I don’t know HOW, AN ANGEL LIKE THAT MAN COULD HAVE COME OUT OF YOUR POISONED WOMB!”

You grabbed onto your husband’s arm, “Tony, you’re not going into that!”

“SHUT UP YOU BATTY BITCH!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT?” Sheila screamed, “You’ve got a demon mind and a devil’s womb and heart. AND YOUR COOCHIE SMELLS OF BRIMSTONE AND SULFER!”

“I will fuck you up!” Grammy promised, pulling her gun from her bag.

“Shit!”

“Stay back!” he ordered, rushing your grandmother while Sheila encouraged her to shoot. Steve and Tony rushed her, and pulled the gun from her grip, but not before it went off and took out the fire alarm.

Immediately, while the men were pushing her back into a chair, you went for Carl, Liam, and Debbie, getting them all together all while trying to get Anthony to stop crying.

“Kids, you get here by the door!” you ordered, already checking them over, “are all of you okay? Is anyone hurt?”

“Sof?” Fiona asked, looking out the window as the sirens got closer. She opened it enough for you to see the two cars outside, “Shit…where’s your husband?”

“Tony?” you called. He was in the living room in a second.

“Are the kids okay?” he asked, kissing you. You nodded and pointed out the window where the cops were getting out of their cars, “I got it.”

You passed Anthony off to your sister and went to your grandmother, “Grammy…outside, now!”

“I suppose I could go for a smoke,” she shrugged, before looking at Steve and Ian who were guarding her from leaving, “is that okay with you two?”

“I got her, guys…she’ll be fine.”

They both nodded and allowed you to help her out of the chair. Ian passed you a smoke and his lighter, and you led your grandmother down the back steps.

“I suppose this is where you tell me that I’ve got one last smoke of freedom before that cop husband of yours turns me over to the rest of the pigs.”

“Grammy, stop…Tony isn’t going to turn you over to the cops…knowing him, he’ll try to get them to leave without doing anything…but you can’t go around doing that kind of shit…”

“Doing what?”

“Threatening to kill someone…especially in front of a room full of people. This isn’t Chicago 1920s where we’re all some mobsters looking to turn a blind eye because another lady insulted you.”

She scoffed and took a drag from the cigarette you’d lit up and handed her, “you’re a good kid, Sofia…only one of the grandkids that came to visit me…always found a way to sneak some money onto my books even when you were a bitty thing…you know, you make me glad that I didn’t swallow my son when I had the chance…because it gave me you down the road.”

“I want Anthony to know his great grandmother,” you said softly, “for whatever amount of time that she’s got left…I don’t want you going around and making that shorter because you think you don’t have anything to live for.”

“I don’t have anything, Sofia…” she scoffed, “my husband’s long dead…the only one of my boys that will talk to me is your father, and it’s only because he wants my money…and his and your other siblings seem to hate me.”

“Fiona’s always been on dad’s side…you know that…and Debbie and Carl like you, they just don’t know you. When you got put away, we were 11. Debbie was a newborn and Carl and Liam weren’t even here. And Lip was six and Ian was five. They didn’t remember you at all…”

She sighed and took another drag from her cigarette, just as Tony came out of the house, with Anthony on his hip.

“You turning me over?” she asked softly.

“No…” he said with a frown, “what happened was crazy, but no one needs to go to jail…you jus-“

“I know, my granddaughter already scolded me,” she groaned as she took another puff and started coughing. You rushed up to pat her on the back, but she swatted your hands away, “I know how to handle my poison, Sofia…”

“Grammy…”

“I wanted to wait until after the wedding, but I got you this,” she sighed, reaching into her purse and pulling out an envelope with your name on it, “call it a late wedding present/housewarming/baby gift…”

“Grammy Gallagher, if this is someth-“

“It’s something I had from an old business arrangement,” she sighed tiredly, “I told myself that when I got out, I’d give you some of the money I had stashed away…I’ve got a lot of time to make up for in the time that I’ve missed out with you and your siblings, sweetie…”

“Grammy-“

“It’s five thousand dollars, Sofia…”

Your eyes went wide, and you attempted to push the money back into her hands, “grammy I can’t take this. That-“

“Then look at it for the money you’ve put on my books these past ten years…or some of it,” she shrugged, “I know that you only worked those odd jobs that you didn’t tell your siblings about so that you put money on my books for me sweetie. You kept me comfortable when no one else did.”

“Grammy…that was jus-“

“It’s what family does, sweetheart!’ she sighed, pushing the envelope back into your hands, “take it.”

Chapter 14

#shameless #season 2 #karen #jody #grammy gallagher #sheila #veronica fisher #kevin ball #tony markovich #fiona gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #little hank #holly herkimer

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