Being Intimate With Spock For The First Time

Being Intimate With Spock For the First Time

This is a continuation of Making Out With Spock for the First Time, which can be found here.

Warnings: Smutty smut with just a *sprinkling* of plot and tiny little dollop of fluff at the end. Also: Spock has body hair in this because WE LOVE TO SEE IT. Ethan Peck, Zachary Quinto, and Leonard Nimoy are all hairy dudes AND Spock had chest hair and a happy trail in "TOS", so there! Also also: I didn't proofread a single paragraph of this. On this page, we post fast and dirty.

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There was nothing brief about the debriefing that you and your boyfriend were summoned to. Normally, you would patiently listen to everything that was said at these debriefings, eager to hear your colleagues ideas and collaborate on the best course of action together. Today, however, you could have stabbed every single crew member each time they opened their mouths to prolong this torture.

All you wanted to do was get back to Spock's quarters to pick up where you left off. Your eyes couldn't help but drift to his face to see if he was feeling the same way. Each glance confirmed that he was in fact wanting to resume your previous activities.

Most people would think Spock was just being his usual self, but you could see the way his back was ramrod straight, shoulders stiff and square, jaw clenched, never settling into the comfortable posture he usually adopted in this setting. Not to mention every time you snuck a glance at him he was doing the same to you. You wondered if he would opt to rip your clothes off completely when you were once again in private, or would his Vulcan control win out and make him take his time with you? You preferred the clothes ripping scenario, to be honest.

"Y/n, what do you think about this development with the alien culture? We don't want to offend them, but we have to make a show of strength. It seems to be how their culture works." Captain Pike's voice jolted you out of your fantasy as every single person at the table turned their attention to you.

Shit shit shit shit. Never had you felt more like a student at school who had been called on to answer a question completely unprepared. Your face turned bright red as you grasped around in your lust-clouded brain for the appropriate answer.

"I think . . . um, we should, um . . . send a group of highly armed delegates to negotiate with them for safe passage through their space. We should make sure that all delegates are skilled combatants in case things go south, but we should also offer them a gift to show that we mean no harm. Maybe something from the replicators, since they seem to be going through a prolonged food shortage."

Damn, y/n, not bad at all, you mentally congratulated yourself on giving an intelligent, relatively safe answer. When in doubt, you knew you could always count on La'an and Una to be Good Cop, Bad Cop in a landing party. It was an effective combination that usually worked. Plus, replicators were in short supply in this sector, and extra food was always appreciated.

"Excellent idea. We'll assemble the landing party and meet in the transporter room tomorrow morning. Spock, Una, La'an, you'll come with me. Y/n, I'll need you up here to get things prepared if they give us approval to move through the system."

While your heart sank at the thought of Spock being away from you in case something went wrong on the mission, you were relieved this debriefing was finally over.

After everyone filed out of the debriefing room, you and Spock made your way out to the hall. You could've sworn the Captain smiled to himself as he saw you two walking out together.

Out in the hall, you turned to Spock. "Listen, I know it's getting late and you need to prepare for your mission tomorrow. I'll be worried about you the whole time we're apart, though." Here you smiled sheepishly. "But. . .maybe we can spend some more time together when you get back," you said suggestively.

Spock looked down at you with what could only be described as a mischievous smirk. "You forget, ashayama, Vulcans do not need as much rest as humans do." He took a step closer to you, closing the distance between the two of you.

"So, if you wish to resume our activities, I would be more than happy to oblige you. Provided you are not too tired, of course," he sad in that deep, husky voice that made your insides flutter.

Damn, he was still ready to go. You were impressed with his ability to still be aroused after that lengthy meeting. You couldn't back down from his challenge, though.

"Oh, I'm not too tired. I just hope you can keep up, Commander." Now it was your turn to smirk.

Spock's eyes seemed to grow a shade darker. "Very well, then. Let us return to my quarters."

You had to walk with your thighs clenched as you remembered your dress ripping fantasy from earlier. This was going to be amazing.

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The second you got back to Spock's room and the door closed, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, fully tilting your head back with his hand in your hair to grant him better access to your mouth. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring its warmth.

That's new, you thought. Before you could think anymore, Spock pressed your back against the wall and hoisted your hips up in order to get your legs to wrap around his waist, which you gladly did. The hand holding you to him was planted firmly on your ass, groping the flesh possessively.

Spock growled lowly as you changed the kiss by tracing your tongue on his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth like you had done earlier. He turned you from the wall with your legs still tightly wrapped around him and brought you to the bed, setting you down on it as he starred down at you hungrily.

He began taking his shirt off, which revealed a tone chest with dark hair covering it and a trail leading lower into his pants. Your mouth watered as you sat up to run your hands over his torso, feeling the taut muscles flex in anticipation under your fingers. "You're so sexy, Spock," you hummed in approval.

Gently but firmly grabbing your jaw to tilt your face up for a kiss, he kissed you fervently. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt and ripped it over your head. He then wrapped his arms around you, leaning you back down on the bed as he adjusted his strong frame over yours.

Still kissing you deeply, he reached an arm around your back to unhook your bra with a single flick of his wrist. You would have to ask him where he learned to do that later.

Spock pulled back to look at you. "You are magnificent, y/n. I could think of nothing else but being with you like this at the debriefing." He ran a hand admiringly down your torso.

"Me, too, Spock. I just wanted to get back here so you could rip my clothes off," you admitted, your voice laden with lust.

"We will get to that soon enough," your Vulcan said, voice thick and eyes darkening. With that, he dipped his head to again suck on your pert nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud and pulling it into the hot cavern of his mouth.

As he did so, a hand crept down the plane of your stomach to dip into your skirt. You gasped when Spock's large hand cupped you and ran a finger up your dripping slit. Spock released your bud from his mouth and swore in Vulcan. At least, that's what you assumed the unfamiliar word was. He looked down at his hand towards your cunt like he was impressed with how wet you were.

The same finger now rubbed a circle around your clit. "Oh, Spock," you moaned, "please, I need you now."

"Not yet, ashayam. It is important that you are as aroused as possible to make penetration easier. I must add that I wish to bring you the highest pleasure and also to finally taste you."

Of course Spock would combine such an arousing sentiment with something so logical, so practical. But that's why you loved him.

"Please make feel good, Spock," you begged. You knew you sounded desperate, but you didn't care at that moment.

The hand slid out of your underwear and skirt and moved to unzip it. Unlike the previous time, Spock threw it on the floor.

He pulled back to sit up slightly. "Now, I believe you mentioned me ripping your clothes off." Spock then gripped the waistband of your underwear and literally ripped it from your body.

A gasp left your body as his dark eyes held your (e/c) ones. Spock lowered his face to your soaked mound and then slowly licked a long strip up your slit, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. Fuck, that's hot, you thought.

Spock's eyes then closed as he wrapped his thick, soft lips around your clit and began licking your clit in slow, lazy figure eights. "Mmph," he groaned, as if he was savoring the taste.

Your hand came up to grip his hair and your eyes closed as Spock released your swollen clit and then used his tongue to gently explore your entrance. You felt the pressure in your core rising as he continued his ministrations.

Alternating between licking and sucking, Spock's tongue picked up speed as he raised one of your thighs and hiked it up over his shoulder. The position allowed him to probe deeper into your entrance.

Moving his mouth back up to lave your bud, you felt a finger travel up your slit to enter you. The stretch of his large finger only added to the intense pleasure you were feeling, causing you to arch your of the bed and moan.

Spock took this as a cue to add a second finger, still skillfully sucking on your clit, and set up a fast pace for his fingers to pump in and out of your core.

You were so close now, just a little bit more. The pressure in your lower abdomen was just about to break.

Spock was so attentive to your moans and movements, he knew it was time to push you over the edge into your release. With a final burst of pressure on your bud and his fingers now pumping furiously into your pussy, Spock took his mouth away from your core for just a moment.

"Come for me, y/n. Come for me now." His mouth immediately latched onto you again as you came at his command, a surge of moisture flowing out of you and your muscles fluttering around Spock's long fingers.

You cried out, the taut line of tension that had built up within you snapped into a shattering release. You realized that no one else had ever made you come this hard before. Your thighs shook as your ragged breathing struggled to return to normal.

After a moment, Spock pulled his face away from your core and he sat up. His mouth and chin were coated in your slick. Your eyes, trying to refocus from your intense orgasm, caught his as he brought up his two fingers and stuck them in his mouth, sucking off every last drop.

"You taste exquisite, ashayam." The way he looked at you as he said that made you breathless. Not only did you feel exposed physically, but you also felt as though his katra could see your soul at that moment. It was overwhelming.

While your mind tried to process this, you turned your head to watch as Spock stood up slowly and unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

You sat up to see better. The outline of his cock strained against his briefs. You awaited his next action as he slid them down and stepped out of them, his thick cock springing free.

Your mouth went dry and your jaw dropped slightly as you admired his form. Though you knew logically he would fit, your mind balked at how much he would stretch you. You now knew why he had wanted you to be as aroused as possible.

His cock was long and thick, firmly erect with arousal and a bead of precum leaking from the tip. It was a darker shade of green than when he blushed, with the color contrated at the mushroom head of his dick. His balls weren't as wrinkly as a human male's, and the hair on them, though dark and thick, was neatly trimmed.

You reached out to touch him, desperate to give him pleasure and finally feel him in your hands and mouth.

You wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked up, rubbing your thumb over the head and smearing the precum over it. He sucked in his breath as his abdomen muscles tensed

"Spock, you're so strong and handsome," you cooed reverently as you continued to stroke him. You eagerly bent your head down to take him in your mouth. Before you could complete your goal, he stopped you with a firm hand.

"No, y/n. I do not wish to come yet, and I am most certain that if you do I will." His words came out raggedly as he closed his eyes, as if to calm himself down from the thought. "Please, let us instead know one another."

The statment sounded so intimate coming from him. You knew that he did not take sharing himself with you and you sharing yourself with him lightly. You knew that you felt the same way, and loved him. You silently nodded your agreement.

With your consent given, you scooted back to the center of the bed as he sat down and crawled over you. He positioned himself in between your legs as your internal muscles clenched in anticipation. Propping himself up on one arm so as to not crush you, he ran the thick tip of his cock along your slick entrance.

He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply as he pushed his head past your entrance slowly. You gasped into the kiss at the painful stretch of muscles trying to relax so you could take all of him.

"Relax, ashayma. Do you wish to stop? I do not wish to hurt you." His voice was etched with concern.

"No!" You reassured him quickly. "It will just take me a minute to adjust is all." He waited for your affirmation to continue.

"Okay," you breathed out deeply. "I'm ready." He began to push deeper into you. He grunted.

"You feel better than anything I have ever felt before," he whispered in between breaths as he placed his forehead against yours. He was finally all the way in.

You felt fuller than you ever had and were amazed at how you could take all of him. The burn began to subside as he slowly, cautiously started to move his hips back and forth, in and out. His pace picked up slightly after a while.

You could tell he was holding back, though. He knew his Vulcan strength could easily hurt you without intending to. But you wouldn't break that easily. As the pressure began to build up again in your core, you wanted more of it.

"Go faster," you breathlessly urged him.

"Whatever you desire," came his reply, lowering his mouth to capture yours and kiss you deeply as he sped up his hips.

His speed picked up, moving your vaginal muscles back and forth in a way that made your core ache with pleasure. He grunted as he felt this change and sped up further into a bruising pace.

His entire effort was concentrated on pounding into you, as you weakly raised your hips to meet his. All you could do was cry out and take it, gripping his back just as tightly as he gripped your hip. You knew you would have bruises tomorrow, but truth be told, you were glad for it. You wanted a reminder of this night with you tomorrow while he went on the mission.

The powerful hand on your hip moved down to the back of your thigh to hoist your leg up over his hip. You wrapped your leg tightly around him, your heel coming to rest on his ass.

You moaned and arched your back into him, the new angle taking him deeper into you, making your pleasurable ache grow even more.

You opened your eyes to see Spock's looking at you, watching your face contort with pleasure, desperate to give you everything he had. The moment suddenly make you whisper in a low, cracking voice, "I love you, Spock" in Vulcan. You had looked it up one day when you realized you wanted to tell him, but didn't have the guts to yet.

His eyes went wide as he realized what you said, making him stop his pounding for just a second. You had never said that to him before, and you struggled to learn Vulcan, though he loved that you tried. "I love you, too, y/n." This was not something he said lightly and you knew it meant he was making a commitment to you.

This confession made Spock redouble his efforts at making you come completely undone for him. You cried out as the pressure within you coiled tightly. Spock reached down between you to rub your clit.

The action made you scream his name as you came around him, the coil breaking and making you lose your presence that tethered you to feeling. Spock came inside you (you were on the pill), swearing in Vulcan as thick spurts of cum coated your walls.

He breathed heavily as he collapsed, his arms on either side of you and caging you under him. You stayed like this for a time while he both tried to get your breathing under control.

When you felt yourself begin to be aware of your body again, you wrapped your arms around his back and stroking him. You kissed his head as he returned to himself, too.

"Thank you, ashayam," he said, "for sharing this time with me."

You smiled gently as you replied, "It was my pleasure, trust me."

This quip earned you a small chuckle from your Vulcan love, a rarity.

He pushed himself up, moving to the side of you. He pulled you to his chest, where you rested your head and listened to his heart beat steadily. You were so sated with pleasure and love that you could no longer keep your eyes open, the rhythm of his heart lulling you into a deep sleep.

Vulcans did not need as much rest as humans did. This gave Spock the opportunity to stare down at your lovely face unobserved, your features relaxed and softened. He held you tightly, and began processing this new development in your relationship.

He would be thinking about this tomorrow while he was away, and the reminder that he would be separated from you, even just for a little while, pained him.

A solution to this problem was brewing in his thoughtful mind. After everything that you had been through together, Spock knew that he loved you more intensely than he had ever loved anyone, that he had thought himself capable of. Logically, there was only one solution he saw to being connected to you, even while you were apart: he would ask you to mind meld with him, and then, should you wish to make it permanent, begin the human ritual of marriage by proposing.

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Hmm? Perhaps a part 3 and part 4?? 👀

How the TOS crew reacts to being stuck in the turbo lift with you

requested by anon: “how would the tos crew react to getting stuck in the turbolift with reader?”

Spock

He only briefly looks up when he realises that the turbo lift has stopped.

Has no reaction whatsoever and goes back to doing whatever work on his PADD because he figures somebody has to notice it’s out of order fairly quickly

He just goes about his business until he hears you hyperventilating

He already knows why you’re panicking.

Spock does his best to comfort you by telling you that there’s only one turbo lift and therefore someone will have to fix it soon.

He’ll 100% tell you all about the history of elevators and how the turbo lift is so much safer 🤓

If you’re still worried after that he’ll let you hold his hand until someone finally fixes the turbo lift.

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

Internally, he also freaks out a little bit

Bones somehow keeps his composure despite being trapped very close to you

He’s entirely in his own head about it until he realises that he can hear you freaking out even more than him

His inner country boy breaks out a little and pulls you close to him

Absolutely kisses your hands and maybe even your cheek to make you giggle a bit

He’ll remind you that you guys have been through way worse than a stopped turbo lift.

Jim Kirk

“Huh” his exact words after realising you’ve stopped.

Honestly, he really really trusts his crew so he won’t be worried at all

But the moment he hears your breathing pick up he’ll start cracking jokes

“Actually this works out perfectly, I was on my way to a meeting”

Pulls you into a big bear hug and tells you how he’d much rather be here with you

if you’re still panicking he’ll say something like “do I have to order you to calm down”

Keeps telling jokes until you laugh

and when you do laugh, he’s pretty sure his heart jumps out of his chest.

Nyota Uhura

Absolute girl boss about it

Would 100% wait it out if it weren’t for the fact that she could see you panicking

But you’re panicking and she can’t bare to see you with anything but a smile on your face

She pulls out her comm and calls down to engineering (why did no one else think to do this? 🧐)

Once she’s done that all she can really do is wait

She won’t even wait or hesitate, she’ll pull you to the floor and sit with you

10/10 would recommend getting stuck in the turbo lift with Nyota, she will cuddle until someone fixes the lift

Sulu

“Oh my”

His mind seriously blanks

But he kicks into gear when he remembers you’re here too

He pulls out a deck of cards and asks if you like magic 🪄

(I dunno why I just think Sulu can do card tricks and stuff 🤷‍♀️)

Card tricks quickly devolves into an intense game of war

Its unexpected for sure, but it works

Scotty

It takes him a moment to notice

But when he hears your breathing he looks up and realises that you’ve stopped

You’re lucky to be stuck in the turbo lift with the head of engineering

He gives you a quick wink 😉 and smirks when you blush

He’d turn around, open up a panel that you didn’t even know existed, and fix it

Bam, problem solved

If you’re really shaken up by it though he’ll probably take you for a drink after or make you tea if you don’t drink

I hope you like it, anon. I’m super sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, feel free to re-request it with more specific parameters if this isn’t what you meant.

Hold Me

Jim Kirk x Reader 582 words

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Another self-indulgent comfort fic, this time with Jim. No romance here, just some comfort cuddles.

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It was fortunate for you that Jim had a doorbell because you were so nervous that your knocks would have been way too quiet. The bugger about doorbells though was that you couldn’t simply pretend you’d never tapped on the door if he didn’t hear you the first time.

You could hear the chime echo through the house, and when his footsteps followed you briefly considered jumping into his front garden and pretending you weren’t there.

He was surprised to find you there, standing awkwardly on his doorstep, wringing your hands together as you gave him a smile that was more of a grimace, but he was happily surprised. He stepped to the side immediately to let you in, closing the door as you headed past him and into his lounge room.

“So...you alright? You seem pretty nervous.”

“A little nervous, yeah. I’ve got a weird favour to ask you.”

“How weird we talkin’ here? My level weird or…?”

“Oh no, no. Definitely not your level.”

“That’s oddly reassuring for some reason.”

You took a step closer and he mirrored you, albeit a little slower, like he was gauging what you may need.

“Could you...hold me for a bit?”

“You want a hug? We hug all the time.” he stepped closer again, confused, but his expression wasn’t saying no so you kept going.

“No, like-” You grabbed hold of his sleeve for want of contact, and his hand turned to hold yours gently. “It’s been a long and not so great week and I’m feeling wildly touch starved and I really need to be held if that makes sense.”

“Look who you’re talking to. Of course it makes sense.”

“Oh that is such a relief to hear cause I was genuinely worried that you’d-”

“-I’ve got conditions.”

Your heart dropped. “What, um, what do you need? Dinner? Errands?”

He shrugged a laugh. “Nothing like that. I just wanna do it in bed. I’ve been on my feet all day and they’re killing me. Plus then I can fall asleep and not worry about falling on you.”

“Jim, Christ, you scared the hell out of me for a moment there.” You made to swat at him with your free hand but he was already tugging you along, switching off lights as he went.

You were feeling pretty awkward as you climbed into bed next to him. You’d never asked him for anything like this before, and while, yeah, you were good friends who hugged a lot, this was a big new step.

He settled in quickly before reaching for you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as you’d gotten comfortable. You didn’t realise just how relieved you were by the outcome until you let out a big breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. This was exactly what you needed.

His hands were slowly moving, tracing patterns over your back, and you got what he meant about the falling thing cause you were pretty close to nodding off yourself.

“Y’know you can ask for this any time. You mean a lot to me, and if there’s ever anything you need you know I’ll always be there for you. No matter how trivial it may seem or how weird you think it is. Alright?”

“I’ll try but I make no promises.”

“Just means I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice and snuggled closer. He would. Of that you had no doubt.

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