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Yaz wasn’t sure how she’d gotten into this mess.
The mess in question? Being in her Park Hill flat bedroom, with the Master between her legs.
Like, okay, clearly she knew how she’d gotten here—she’d invited him over once she knew her parents would be gone until late that night, after the Doctor had dropped Yaz off so she “could work on some repairs.” Yaz was pretty sure that wasn’t what she was doing, but of course the Doctor would never tell her.
The Doctor never told her much of anything, apparently.
She hadn’t meant to get into this situation. It had just kind of…happened.
Yaz and the Master, both wanting what they could never have. Yaz and the Master, turning to each other, the closest thing they could get to the Doctor.
Back when Yaz had first met him, back when he was “O”, she’d instantly found him attractive. She remembered Barton’s party, how he had flirted with her all throughout it. Even though she hadn’t been able to get the Doctor (and how hot she looked in that suit) out of her head, she’d still indulged in the chemistry she and O had.
After all, it wasn’t like she could ever have that with the Doctor.
She’d tried to feel revolted, after finding out he was the Master. After finding out that he and the Doctor had a history—one that clearly caused the Doctor a lot of pain.
And then he’d shown up at her door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Yaz hissed as she opened the front door of her flat to find him standing there in his trademark purple jacket.
The Master simply smiled at her. “Hello to you too, Yaz.”
“It’s Yasmin,” Yaz said stiffly.
The Master gave her an exaggerated pout. “Really? After all we’ve been through, we’re not friends?”
Yaz clenched her jaw, silent.
“Very well,” the Master said. “We can play it your way for a bit. Now, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“And why the hell would I do a thing like that?” Yaz retorted.
“Because, Yasmin,” the Master replied, his voice low as he took a step towards Yaz. “I can give you what she can’t.”
Yaz inhaled sharply as her gaze unwittingly dropped to the Master’s lips; even if she tried, she couldn’t deny the physical pull that was still there.
The Master smiled again, as if he could tell he’d already won. “For what it’s worth, I think it would be good,” he practically purred, leaning infinitesimally closer.
“Why?” Yaz breathed, wanting, needing to hear the right answer.
The Master looked her in the eyes. “I guess you’re not the only one who wants what they can’t have.”
Yaz pulled the Master through the front door, crashing their lips together as he turned her around, pressing her against the door. She gasped as she felt the hardening length of him press against her, the heat between her own legs already growing nearly unbearable.
“Bedroom,” she said hoarsely as he pressed hot kisses against her neck, suddenly very grateful that her family wasn’t home. “Now.”
She felt the Master smile against her before he led her to the bedroom, unrelenting in his kisses.
How he knew which one was hers, she didn’t know—and at that point, she couldn’t find it in her to care.
He pushed her onto the bed, and Yaz felt herself grow even more wet at the rough treatment. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as the Master started to strip off his clothes.
“You just gonna watch, or…?” the Master said, eyebrow raised.
Swallowing hard, Yaz shimmied out of her jeans and pulled off her shirt, her chest heaving.
What the fuck was she doing?
She stopped as the Master pulled off his boxers, his cock already hard and weeping precum.
“See something you like, Yasmin?” the Master asked, his voice low as he stroked himself.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Yaz breathed.
Not needing any further encouragement, the Master pounced on her, his knee pressing up between her legs as he kissed her. She whimpered as one hand came up to roughly grope at her breast through her bra.
“Take it off,” Yaz panted between kisses, arching her back into him. “Please.”
The Master smiled against her as he reached around her, smoothly undoing the clasp and tossing the bra to the side. As soon as her chest was bared, the Master took a nipple into his mouth, sucking before biting down.
“Fuck,” Yaz hissed, feeling a fresh wave of wetness between her legs at the pain.
“Good girl,” the Master murmured as he let one hand drift down between her legs, running a single finger through slick folds. “God, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”
“Just get on with it, would you?” Yaz breathed, feeling like she was about to combust.
The Master smirked. “If you insist.”
Yaz gasped as the Master ran the tip of his cock through her folds before pressing against her entrance.
“No lube?” Yaz asked breathlessly.
“Don’t think you need it, do you love?” the Master said before thrusting inside her.
The sensation of her clit being sucked jerked Yaz to the present.
“ Fuck ,” she hissed, and she could feel the Master’s smug grin against her.
Two could play that game.
She ran her hand through his hair, giving it a rough tug. He moaned, his momentum slipping.
“You look so good between my legs,” Yaz murmured. “Such a pretty picture.”
A pretty picture.
Yaz grabbed her phone off her nightstand with her other hand, unlocking it and opening the camera. The Master looked up at her, and Yaz bit her lower lip, wordlessly asking a question.
The Master nodded, closing his eyes again as he continued mouthing at her.
God, he really did look so good. She put her phone aside, losing herself in the sensations the Master was giving her. When she looked down again, she saw the Master with his hand between his own legs, stroking himself.
“I need—” Yaz started. “I need you inside me.”
The Master pulled back, wiping Yaz’s arousal off his chin before flipping her over onto her stomach.
“On your knees for me, love,” he said.
Yaz got on her knees, raising her arse up into the air and moaning as the Master squeezed a handful of her before spreading her cheeks wide.
“Look at you,” the Master said, his voice hoarse. “So ready for me.”
“Please,” Yaz said desperately, her cunt aching. “Please just fuck me.”
The Master must have been impatient to come himself, because he quickly lubed himself up and slid inside of her, both of them sighing in relief as he did.
“ Christ , you feel so good around me,” the Master murmured, slowly pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her. “Bet it turns you on so much, doesn’t it? Being on your knees, taking whatever I decide to give you.”
Yaz hated that a fresh wave of wetness between her legs showed just how much it did.
“Good girl,” the Master practically purred before suddenly thrusting back inside.
Yaz couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped her, which only spurred the Master on.
Yaz lost herself in the steady rhythm the Master settled into, the sound of skin hitting skin fading into the background as pleasure began to build inside her.
“I’m close,” Yaz whimpered. With her eyes closed, it was easy to imagine that it was a certain blonde alien fucking her instead, nails scratching down her back. “Fuck, Doctor—”
A hand twisting in her hair and jerking her head back caused her eyes to fly open and she immediately realized her mistake.
“I—”
“You think the Doctor would give you this?” the Master said roughly, thrusting more forcefully inside her. “Think she’d fuck you like I do?”
Yaz gasped as he let go of her hair and gripped her hips, pulling her back on him with every thrust. She’d never felt such pain and pleasure in her entire life, and she knew if he kept on like this it wouldn’t be long before she came.
Yaz licked her lips, knowing she was about to be playing a dangerous game.
“You think the Doctor would let you take her like this?” Yaz asked, panting. “Think she’d spread her legs for you? That her cunt would feel as good as mine around you?” Yaz clenched around the Master’s cock, causing him to falter in his movements. “Now make me come, Master .”
The Master practically growled as he started up his rhythm once more, reaching one hand around to rub circles around Yaz’s clit.
It wasn’t long before Yaz reached her peak, crying out as waves of pleasure rolled over her. “Master—”
“Yaz, I’m gonna—”
“Come inside me,” Yaz breathed, still feeling lightheaded from her orgasm.
The Master groaned above her, and the feeling of him releasing inside her caused a second, weaker orgasm to take her.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, the Master pulled out of her and Yaz slumped forward, exhausted.
“Doing alright there, love?” the Master asked dryly.
Yaz rolled her eyes, turning over. “Shut up.”
She stood and went to the bathroom, quickly taking a piss and cleaning herself up. When she came out, the Master was fully clothed, adjusting his jacket.
“You know, I’d better not get some sort of alien STI from any of this,” Yaz said pointedly.
The Master sighed. “My species doesn’t carry anything like that. Bit late to be asking about that, though, isn’t it?” He frowned. “You said you were on birth control, right?”
“Yes,” Yaz said, rolling her eyes once more. “Trust me, that’s the last thing I want.”
“Good,” the Master said, walking up to Yaz. “See you next time, then?” he asked, tilting up Yaz’s chin.
She looked at him defiantly. “Who says there’s going to be a next time?”
The Master let out a soft laugh, one that said he didn’t believe her in the slightest.
Unfortunately, she knew he was right.
“You know how to find me, love,” the Master said quietly. “The next time you want what you can’t have.”
“Same to you,” Yaz said, her voice low, reminding the Master that they were more on the same playing field than he liked to admit.
Instead of answering her, the Master walked away.
***
“Yaz, do you have that picture we took of the Alcinian cat creature the other day?” the Doctor asked suddenly as Yaz came into the console room from one of the bathrooms.
“You mean the one that almost killed us?” Yaz said with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, I do. Think my phone’s in my jacket pocket over there by the door.”
“What’s the passcode?”
“0710,” Yaz answered easily, walking to the console and letting her hands drift over some of the various knobs and switches. She’d slowly started learning what some of them did, what with how often her eyes seemed to follow the Doctor.
“Yaz,” the Doctor said slowly, and Yaz’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at her. “What is this?”
“What’s what?” Yaz asked as she walked up to the Doctor, her blood running cold as she saw what the Doctor was looking at.
The photos she’d taken of the Master between her legs, the ones that she’d thought she’d put in her hidden folder.
She felt her cheeks darken as she met the Doctor’s eyes, an unreadable expression on the blonde’s face. “I…”
She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Maybe she wanted the Doctor to lose her control, to take her and make her her own in righteous anger.
Instead, the Doctor wordlessly handed Yaz back her phone and went to the console, carefully throwing some switches.
“Doctor?” Yaz said, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
“I was thinking we’d go to the Mandelian Falls next,” the Doctor said. “Neat place. Looks just the slightest bit different every time you visit. Like something just isn’t quite right.”
“Doctor—”
“Or we could do something closer to home. Maybe Antarctica. Could be fun to see some penguins.”
“Doctor, please, can we talk—”
“What is there to talk about, Yaz?” the Doctor asked, her voice still frustratingly neutral. “You’re an adult who is capable of making her own decisions.”
“But I—”
“Waterfalls or penguins, Yaz?” the Doctor interrupted. “Or should I just take you home?”
“No,” Yaz said immediately. “No, please, don’t…don’t take me home.”
The Doctor looked at her, waiting.
“Waterfalls,” Yaz said, swallowing hard. “I’d like to see the waterfalls, please.”
***
Yaz had tried to stay away from the Master. Really, she had.
But the Doctor was still annoyingly avoidant, even more so after Yaz’s secret had been revealed. Even weeks later, Yaz had no idea how she really felt about the situation.
Even more frustrating, the Doctor had once again started leaving Yaz behind.
“Another repair?” Yaz said, unable to keep the sarcasm from her tone as the Doctor informed her of their next stop—Sheffield.
“I’m sure you’ll find something to do.” While the Doctor’s words were neutral, the tone in which she said them had an edge to it.
Yaz flinched as if she had been struck. For a moment, a flicker of what seemed to be regret passed across the Doctor’s face, but she quickly hid it.
“Right,” Yaz said roughly. “See you tomorrow, then?”
The Doctor gave her a slight nod. As Yaz moved to open the TARDIS doors, fear suddenly gripped her like a vise.
“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” Yaz asked, and she hated how vulnerable she sounded. “You’ll be here tomorrow?”
The Doctor’s face softened, and she pressed her lips together. “Yes, Yaz. I’ll be here.”
Yaz swallowed hard before nodding and leaving the TARDIS, her heart still racing as she waited to hear the telltale vworp of the TARDIS engines starting.
When a full minute passed with no sound from the old police box, Yaz exhaled heavily and walked to her parent’s flat.
She was grateful her family wasn’t home—there was a note on the fridge from her parents saying they’d stepped out to go to dinner, and Sonya was always out with some friend or another. It gave her time to think.
It gave her time to miss the Doctor.
It gave her time to miss the Master.
Almost as if he’d heard her thoughts, her phone buzzed.
— It’s been awhile.
— Hadn’t noticed.
—Liar.
Yaz felt her cunt clench. It had been awhile, and she’d be lying if she said she hasn’t missed the feeling of the Master’s touch, of his cock inside her.
Finally, the Master was the one to crack.
— I need to see you again.
—I can’t. Parents will be home soon.
—Come to me, then.
Yaz hesitated only a moment before putting her jacket back on.
— Where?
***
The Master’s TARDIS was eerily similar to the Doctor’s—but where the blonde alien’s ship radiated warm light and comfort, the Master’s was colder, darker.
“Lovely place you’ve got here,” Yaz said dryly when she entered. “Very homey. Kinda similar to my mate’s, actually. Hers is a bit bigger, though.”
The Master’s jaw clenched. “You talk too much.”
Yaz shrugged. “Shut me up, then.”
Finally, the Master was in front of her, his hand around her throat as he kissed her hard and rough. She smiled, and the Master squeezed even tighter.
“You humans,” the Master growled against her. “You’re so frustrating. ”
“So fuck me about it,” Yaz said breathlessly.
She gasped as the Master lifted her up, her legs moving to wrap around his waist. He was deceptively strong, and she could feel the wetness between her legs as he carried her to what she presumed was his bedroom.
He tossed her onto the bed, immediately crawling up and hovering over her as he pushed a knee between her legs. He kissed her harshly, swallowing her moan as she canted her hips, desperate for friction.
The Master slid a hand up her shirt, cupping a breast over her bra and squeezing roughly.
Yaz pushed back against him, and for a moment the Master’s eyes widened as he pulled back.
Breathing heavily, Yaz started undressing, and the Master smiled wickedly as he swiftly followed suit.
Yaz gasped as his fingers quickly found slick folds, rubbing tight circles around her clit before moving down to press against her entrance.
“ Fuck, inside, please,” Yaz panted, moaning as he easily slid two fingers in, curling them against her walls.
The Master by now knew how to play her body like an instrument, and it wasn’t long before Yaz felt herself nearing her peak.
“Master,” she breathed. “I’m gonna—”
“Having fun without me?”
Both Yaz and the Master froze at the familiar voice coming from the doorway.
“D—Doctor?” Yaz stammered, pushing the Master off of her and trying to pull the sheets up and cover herself.
The Doctor sauntered in, taking a seat in the velvet armchair that resided in the corner of the room.
“Don’t mind me,” she said casually, crossing one leg over the other, a bored expression on her face. “Carry on.”
Yaz and the Master looked at each other, both unsure of what was going on.
“I said ,” the Doctor repeated, her voice sharp as a knife. “Carry on.”
Yaz let out a shaky exhale, wetness flooding between her thighs at the Doctor’s tone. Swallowing hard, she slowly lowered the sheet, the Doctor’s gaze unashamedly raking up and down her body. Yaz looked to the Master, who she could tell was trying to act unaffected by the Doctor’s orders.
“Don’t make me say it again.” At the Doctor’s words, the Master crashed his lips into Yaz’s, his hand immediately finding its place again between her legs.
She arched her back underneath him, moaning as he sunk two fingers inside her, angling his hand so his palm brushed against her clit with every thrust.
As wound up as she was, it wasn’t long before she was once again nearing the edge, her pleasure rising as her breathing grew more laboured.
“Please—”
“Stop.”
Yaz couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her as Master pulled back, looking towards the Doctor. She looked between the two of them, her heart racing.
“How did you know I was here?” the Master finally asked, breaking the silence.
“You think I don’t know when you’re around?” the Doctor said to him, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “I could feel you from miles away.”
Yaz felt a flash of jealousy make its way through her. No matter how hard she tried, or how close she got to the Doctor, she would never be able to match the history between them.
“Now the question is,” the Doctor said slowly, unhurried. “What do I do with the two of you?”
“Doctor, I—” Yaz started, but fell silent at the expression on the Doctor’s face.
“Up. Both of you.”
Yaz swallowed hard as she stood, fighting the urge to try and cover herself. She looked over to the Master, who was watching the Doctor intently.
“Get on your knees, Yaz.”
Yaz’s eyes widened as she looked at the Doctor and found the blonde staring straight at her.
“M—me?” Yaz stammered.
“What part of that was not clear, Yasmin?” The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “On your knees. In front of him.”
Yaz’s breath quickened as she slowly obeyed, sinking down onto her knees and trying not to focus on how hard the Master’s cock was. She looked to the Doctor, who was still slouched in the armchair.
“I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you what happens next,” the Doctor said dryly.
Yaz licked her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. She looked up at the Master, who was watching her with pupils blown wide.
Hesitantly, she wrapped a hand around him before daring a hesitant lick around the tip of his cock. The Master inhaled sharply, his hips unconsciously twitching forward.
Feeling the Doctor’s eyes on her, Yaz took more of the Master in her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as the Master groaned above her.
“She looks pretty down on her knees, doesn’t she?” the Doctor asked as she sauntered up behind the Master, speaking quietly into his ear. The Master’s hips jutted forward, causing Yaz to splutter around him. She quickly regained her momentum, watching the Doctor as she sucked him off. The Doctor looked right back at her, something dark and hungry in her hazel eyes.
“How does he feel, Yasmin?” the Doctor asked, her voice low. “Do you wish it was my cock in your mouth?” She walked over behind Yaz, winding a hand in her hair to hold her in place and causing Yaz to moan around the Master’s cock. “That’s right, Yaz. You’re doing so well.”
The Doctor’s praise made heat flood between her legs, and she took the Master in even deeper, her eyes watering.
“ Fuck, ” the Master said. “I’m gonna—”
The hand in Yaz’s hair pulled her backwards, and Yaz whimpered at the loss of the Master’s cock in her mouth.
“On the bed,” the Doctor ordered, looking at the Master.
His jaw clenched tightly, the Master obeyed, propping himself up against the headboard.
Yaz looked to the Doctor, feeling a strange sort of excitement deep within her that she fought to ignore.
Because this was a fucked up situation, wasn’t it?
“Get on top of him.” The Doctor’s voice left no room for discussion.
Inhaling shakily, Yaz crawled on top of the Master, both of them letting out a moan as Yaz lowered herself onto his cock. For a moment, Yaz just sat there, overwhelmed by the sense of fullness.
“What are you waiting for, Yasmin?” the Doctor asked, her voice low as she moved to lean against the wall next to the bed, giving herself a full view of Yaz. “Ride him.”
Yaz whimpered as she started to move, the Master’s fingers digging into her hips so hard she was sure he was going to leave bruises.
“Don’t you two make a pretty picture,” the Doctor murmured. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Yaz?”
Yaz inhaled sharply, slowing her movements. “I—”
“Quiet.” The Doctor’s voice was sharp. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Yaz bit her lower lip as she began moving again, and she could feel herself growing more wet as the Doctor openly watched her, the blonde’s gaze lingering on her breasts.
“Make her come.” The Doctor said, her eyes trained on Yaz’s as she spoke to the Master.
“But—” the Master started.
“Make her come,” the Doctor repeated. “And don’t you dare follow suit.”
Yaz thrived on the undercurrent of anger that propelled the Master’s hips upward as he thrust into her while she rode him, holding on to the headboard for dear life.
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as the Master leaned forward, circling his tongue around one nipple while he roughly groped the other, his other hand still tightly squeezing her hip.
“ Fuck, ” she hissed as the Master bit down, the pain sending a rush of wetness between her thighs. The sounds they were making were obscene, and by the look on the Doctor’s face, the blonde was thriving on it.
“Doctor, I need to—” Yaz broke off, panting as the Master bit down on her other breast. “God, please , I need to—”
“Go ahead,” the Doctor allowed.
Yaz removed one hand from the headboard and started rubbing circles around her clit, and the added stimulation had her nearing the edge in no time.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathed, looking towards the Doctor, and was she going insane or was there a growing bulge in the Doctor’s pants?
The Doctor nodded, and Yaz’s eyes screwed shut as she let herself freefall.
She slowed to a stop, her chest heaving as she looked at the Doctor. The Doctor tilted her chin up. “Off. Stay on the bed.”
Swallowing hard, Yaz eased herself up and off the Master’s cock, the Master hissing as she did.
“You,” the Doctor said, looking at the Master. “In the chair.”
Warily, the Master got up and walked over to the chair, his cock looking painfully engorged.
The Doctor slowly walked over to him, and Yaz watched him lick his lips in anticipation.
“Now,” the Doctor said, leaning over to speak into his ear, her voice low and sultry. “You’re gonna sit here, and you’re going to watch me fuck her. And don’t even think about touching yourself while I do.”
The Master’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why do I feel like I’m the only one being punished here?”
“Because you know better,” the Doctor said, grabbing his chin in her hand and kissing him roughly. When the Doctor drew back, Yaz could see blood on the Master’s lower lip.
Yaz’s breath caught as the Doctor turned and practically stalked towards her, a predatory look in her eye. As she got to the edge of the bed, she kept staring at Yaz as she pulled her blue trousers down, revealing a harness and what looked to be a rather realistic looking dildo.
And fuck, Yaz couldn’t help the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she took in the Doctor’s considerable length.
The Doctor crawled over her, holding herself up with one hand while using the other to swipe through Yaz’s slick folds.
“Quite ready for me, aren’t you?” the Doctor asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yes,” Yaz breathed. “So ready. Please.”
The Doctor hummed, bringing her hand to her mouth and closing her eyes as she licked her fingers clean.
When she opened her eyes, Yaz could barely see a ring of hazel around her darkened pupils.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me and take what you’re given,” the Doctor said, her voice low as Yaz felt a pressure at her entrance. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Yaz said, her voice trembling.
The Doctor smiled before she buried her cock inside her, hard and fast. Yaz let out a gasp at the rough treatment, which seemed to spur the Doctor on even further.
Suddenly, the Doctor’s lips were on hers, her tongue demanding entrance that Yaz willingly gave as she gasped into the Doctor’s mouth. The Doctor wasn’t gentle, and Yaz felt her cunt clench around the Doctor’s cock.
The Doctor bit down on her lip as she let out a moan, and Yaz felt her heart start to race as she realized that somehow, the Doctor could actually feel her.
She clenched around her once more, and the Doctor pulled back, her eyes dark as she realized what Yaz was doing.
Yaz gasped as a hand flew up to encircle her throat, the Doctor squeezing none too gently as she angled her hips and started fucking into Yaz at a brutal pace. With every thrust, Yaz felt her pleasure wind higher and higher, her breath coming faster as she neared the edge.
“Doctor—” Yaz said as the Doctor released her throat.
“That’s right, Yaz,” the Doctor said, her own chest heaving. “Come for me.”
Yaz let out a strangled sob as she came, the Doctor quickly following suit. Yaz gasped as she felt the Doctor somehow spill inside of her, slowing her movements as they both came down from their orgasms.
Yaz tried to steady her breath, hissing as the Doctor eventually pulled out of her.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other before the Master cleared his throat. Yaz blinked slowly, having almost forgotten he was even there.
“Are you two quite finished?” he asked, his voice close to a growl.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, getting off the bed and turning to the Master.
“Alright then,” she said slowly. “Come here.”
When the Master finally stood in front of the blonde, Yaz could feel the electricity in the air.
“Get on your knees.” Yaz’s breath caught at the Doctor’s demand, watching as they engaged in a battle of wills.
Yaz could see the moment the Master’s desperation won, and the sight of him dropping to his knees for the Doctor sent a rush of arousal between her legs once more.
The Doctor put a hand in his hair, her grip tight. “You’re gonna use that pretty mouth of yours and get me off. And since you’ve been so patient, I’ll let you get yourself off while you do. Understood?”
Gritting his teeth, the Master nodded.
“Good.”
Yaz’s breath quickened as she watched the Master go to work, thinking about how his tongue had felt between her own legs and wondering how the Doctor would taste, how she would feel.
Suddenly, her wanting grew unbearable.
“Please, Doctor,” Yaz whimpered as she watched the Master sucking her off. “Please let me touch you.”
After a moment, the Doctor nodded, and Yaz quickly stumbled off the bed and moved behind her.
“Can I?” she murmured, her finger tracing the hem of the Doctor’s trademark rainbow shirt.
The Doctor released her hold on the Master’s hair long enough for Yaz to pull off her shirt and sports bra, throwing them to the side and immediately running her hands over every inch of skin she could reach. She started placing hot open-mouthed kisses near the crook of her neck; the Doctor quickly angled her head to give Yaz better access.
Yaz could feel the Doctor’s pulses racing under her lips, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her at the sensation as she pressed up even closer behind the Doctor.
The Doctor leaned back into her, and Yaz let her hands wander up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. The Doctor jerked her hips forward a bit, and Yaz bit her lip as she looked down towards the Master. To her surprise, he was watching her, a daring glint in his eye as he took the Doctor in even deeper, gripping her hips tighter.
Suddenly, Yaz understood.
Putting her lips back to the Doctor’s neck, Yaz bit down at her pulse point as she roughly pinched her nipples. The Doctor let out a gasp, one hand still gripping the Master’s hair as she reached behind with her other to swipe through Yaz’s folds.
Both Yaz and the Doctor moaned, and Yaz was sure she’d never been so wet in her life as the Doctor started rubbing circles around her clit, Yaz grinding against her hand as she continued her ministrations on the Doctor’s neck and breasts.
The Doctor’s breath started to quicken, and Yaz watched as the Master began to stroke himself as his head bobbed up and down on her cock.
“Doctor,” Yaz panted against her, her hips moving erratically. “I’m gonna—”
“That’s right, Yaz,” the Doctor said breathlessly. “Good girl.”
The Doctor inhaled sharply as Yaz’s teeth sank into her shoulder as she came, her movements slowing down as her own hips thrust forward.
“Please,” Yaz whispered as she came down, her breath hot against the Doctor’s skin as she groped the Doctor’s breasts again. “I need you to come, Doctor.”
The Doctor’s hand flew up to grab Yaz’s hair, and Yaz could still smell her own arousal on the Doctor’s fingers as she pulled her back far enough to crash their lips together. The Doctor shuddered as she came, moaning into Yaz’s mouth. Yaz kissed her once, twice, pressing her forehead to the Doctor’s as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment, the Doctor pulled back and looked down at the Master, still stroking himself as he watched them, a dark hunger in his eyes.
“Swallow,” the Doctor said softly as she pulled out of his mouth, the hand that had been in his hair tracing down his jawline and tilting his chin. “And come for me.”
Yaz could feel the moment the Master let go, and she moaned as she buried her face in the Doctor’s neck. She simply breathed in the Doctor, steadying her breath as she heard the Master stand up.
“Doctor,” he said, an unreadable expression in his voice. Yaz looked up, feeling surprisingly content as she watched the Doctor kiss him.
The Doctor sighed. “Oh, darling. What have you gotten us into?”