FIC: Tip of the Iceburg
Title: Tip of the Iceburg
Rating: Adult (graphic sex)
Pairing: girl!Kirk/Spock
Warnings: genderswitch, always-a-girl!Kirk, Vulcan ear fetish, graphic het sex
Notes: for a PROMPT that wants girl!Kirk to top from the bottom.
Written because I needed uncomplicated, fun, frothy, sex. And because I think I’ve developed a habit for girl!Kirk - it’s terrible, I know, I know, but she is so much sexy fun (the original is also much sexy fun, but well, it’s KIRK, with boobies!!). AND this time…. always-a-girl!Kirk - this is a first for me, I’ve never written always-a-girl!Kirk before. And she turned out to be this sassy, Spock-dominating scary person, who calls him 'babe' like he's her bitch...
‘Hey babe.’ She breathes hotly into his ear, sliding into the seat next to him at the lab bench and giving him a surprise lick along that curve, the tip of her tongue teasing the point of his left ear with a sharp flick.
His entire body quakes like someone smacked him in the face and she couldn’t make him any stiffer if she stuck him in a freezer for a couple of hours. Her personal Iceburg to conquer; Jamie grins but keeps her laughter to herself. It’s a rare day when she catches him off guard so whatever he’s looking at must have been “riveting.” Her glance at the screen notes carbon screening and various other bits of data collected on the last planet they visited, full of fantastical ruins that hinted at how beautiful the place had once been but nothing to explain what happened to the advanced race that once lived there. She can’t believe that he didn’t show up for dinner in the mess with - for this! Asshole, is her first thought, oh playing hard to get huh, is her second, and thankfully she is prepared for both contingencies.
‘Hmm…’ Jamie knows she’s practically purring, but he did say that he liked it - what were the words? Ah yes, the vibrations are most pleasant. ‘Working hard, I see. Take a break?’ She suggests, one hand sliding firmly along the closest thigh.
The hand which grips her marauding digits removes her firmly but gently. Spock is electrified, on the defensive, completely out of his depth, and hot damn, that’s how she likes him. Jamie makes a happy sigh and lies on her arms on the bench, swinging her legs and sliding one foot along his ankle, playing the relaxed, fuck-I’m-bored- love-me card. She knows it drives him absolutely crazy and not in a good way either when she does shit like this, but God, the sex afterwards is completely addictive. It’s always hot and needy and intense, to assure her of his devotion since her illogical public displays to illicit physical affection are obviously a cry that he’s neglecting her human needs - and everyone knows that humans can die from lack of physical stimulation, right?
‘Captain,’ His voices hitches - it’s so fucking cute she almost laughs. Spock clears his throat, still trying to act normal. Some days she wishes that he’d just turn around and maul her, but really, it’s more fun this way. ‘Is there a reason for your presence?’
‘Not really,’ She says, letting herself wallow in that overwhelming need to lock him in a room and have him all to herself, knowing full well he’s feeling it too but his relative inexperience with sorting out and identifying emotions means he’ll just fall back on his brain to figure out what she needs or wants. God, sometimes she wants so bad to send a THANK YOU note to Ambassador Sarek for making Spock read bad Vulcan research papers on the human urge to touch everything and how it's imperative to human survival.
Jamie turned to him, still resting on an arm, other hand doing the spider-walk up his arm, ‘Our shift finished an hour ago and you kind of just disappeared, just wanted to know what you were up to.’
And calling me Captain is kind of inappropriate right now, even if it is sort of hot…
‘As you can see, I am currently -‘
She doesn’t even wait for him to finish before surging towards him and sticking her tongue in his ear, licking and sucking and humming her approval. She likes the ears, no matter what Bones has to say about it. The ears are hot - the ears are fun - the ears are always the last draw, what gets Spock foaming at the mouth over how fucking inappropriate she is. But seriously, finger sexings are nice, but not as nice as this.
Spock grabs her by the wrists firmly but she just wrenches away, hands circling his shoulders, her mouth migrating along his eyelids, those upswept eyebrows, his mouth. He kisses back reluctantly and thrums under her hands like an annoyed cat.
He breaks it off, ‘Jamie this isn’t -‘
She shushes him just as a quick with her hands sliding over his jaw possessively, faces pressed together. ‘Sure it is. I’m the Captain,’ She moans into his mouth. And then she’s back to pushing her tongue into his mouth, butt on the edge of her seat and one thigh sliding over one of Spock’s leg. There’s a warning creak and then slide BANG - the stool she accosted has toppled over and the only thing stopping her butt from meeting the deck is Spock’s hands cupping her ass.
Pulling away, she laughs in a high gleeful throw-back-your-head way, because Spock’s hands almost hurt, the way they’re clutching at her so hard but somehow it just makes things better. She shimmies her hips to get just a little higher up on the thigh that she’d be crushing if Spock were human, and licks him, one long wet stripe, from jaw to eyebrow, feeling the tickle as his eye flutters close along the way.
Spock gives her a baleful look. Which she ignores artfully, tongue-fucking his other ear, fingers twisting through his hair and messing it up deliciously. The lobe is so soft -so suck-worthy - surprising considering the hardness and firmness of Spock’s well-toned body everywhere else. It makes her flutter on the inside somehow, this little bit of soft vulnerable flesh, and the flexible flap of that pointed tip. Having sufficiently nibbled and sucked on the earlobe, her finger creeps to the tip and flicks. Spock’s ear tip twitches in annoyance. Jamie presses her face into Spock’s and giggles because oh, fuck, that is hilarious, and fuck adorable.
And she’s really been way too patient.
Trusting Spock to stop her from falling back on her ass, Jamie leans back and wraps her legs around his hips, feeling the sudden rush of fear as the world turns upside down and she’s staring at the underside of lab bench. She pulls the hem of her plain black undershirt up - or down depending on your perspective - and lets the artificial gravity help her get it over her chin to pool on the floor at Spock’s feet. When she swings back up, she’s naked from the waist up.
Spock is half-lidded and expressionless, no doubt pissed that she isn’t wearing a bra - again - though he’s lectured her a million times on tit sagging and inappropriate nipple flashing on and off the Bridge. Sliding against him, she closes her eyes and shivers, in part from the sudden change in temperature, in part from the scratchy warmth of his blue Science uniform against her nipples. The sudden shift has her tightening her arms around his shoulders in surprise but then her butt meets the edge of his still-warm stool, and a hand is snaking up her side to squeeze a breast.
‘Spock,’ She murmurs, pushing her tits upwards to rub against his chin, fingers stroking along the curves of his ears, grin stretching wide across her lips even as she tosses her hair back because Spock has such a dirty, dirty mouth, sucking on her tits, and not just the nipple, but the whole damn thing if he manages to get her breast into the hot caverns of that mouth. Jamie shudders and groans and is just this side of happy when she laughs, glancing around at the empty room, because fuck, are they about to have sex in one of the Science labs?
Roughly grabbing Spock by the waist of his pants, she warps a possessive leg around his hip and quickly unzips him, not even giving him breathing room before just sticking her hand in. He is already half-extended. Excellent, just made it easier for her. Firmly gripping that hard Vulcan cock, she pulls away from that hot nipple lashing session with some regret, other hand firmly clasping Spock by the jaw. One has to make the Vulcan pay attention - he can get a little uppity, with all that raw cerebral power he likes to throw around.
‘Undress me, babe?’ She says in a low casual voice, smiling like this is just a run of the mill conversation.
He follows her order despite the pissy glower for calling him that “highly inappropriate, inaccurate hypocorism” - and Jamie settles back to splay her legs and raise her butt to help him get the skin-tight tights she prefers in her afterhours off her. His eyebrows do their thing when he discovers in addition to not wearing a bra, she’s also wearing non-regulation panties. Feeling on top of the world, she tiptoes up his chest and throws both ankles over his shoulders. He looks pretty good there on his knees, Jamie notes.
‘That too.’ She says, glancing down at her flimsy white lace panties.
He is really glowering now, but rather than complain - which by the way he’d never win (and he has tried - with all that Vulcan intensity - but usually succumbs to giving her head, viciously teasing her to make up for his inability to get one over) - Spock brushes her legs off his shoulders and scoops her up from underneath the thighs, manhandling her onto the nearest clear bench surface. Her ass smacks into the metal/bio-polymer surface none too gently.
‘Spock!’ She snaps, rubbing a buttock, ‘Play nice!’
The words have their intended effect. Spock pauses, momentarily startled and guilty as fuck - and that’s all the time she needs to jerk him close by the open waistband of his pants, wrap her legs around him and press herself against him, wetness exploding between her thighs as she catches that look of alarm that temporarily steals over his face right before she smoothers him with her chest, arms tight over his head. The deep breath he takes, noisy and sharp, gives her clear indication of just how crazy he is about all of this, no matter what his mouth says.
‘Jamie, this is highly-‘
‘Don’t fucking do that again, babe.’ She says pointedly, hands sliding to his ears and gripping them firmly like handles. That shuts him up quick and makes him writhe against her, thrusting up into her lacy-covered core. Feeling like he deserves to get something for being so uncooperative, Jamie surges forward and tightens her legs around his hips. Off-balance, Spock stumbles back, hands gripping her thighs in surprise. Sitting up with his pelvis as her perch, she marvels briefly that he can take her (she’s not short or light) even though this isn’t the first, before renewing her campaign. Rolling her hips, she drops back, feeling that thrill of fear as against the world turns underside down. It’s the scare that Spock needs to truly lose it, panic, stumble around trying to stop her hitting her head by leaning back. Swinging back up hard, she slams bodily into Spock’s shoulders and laughs when he loses his foot and they go down hard.
Spock’s Vulcan reflexes is the only thing that stops him from a painfully bruised ass and an embarrassing visit to Bones for the two of them, but Jamie always knew things would work out. Either way, Spock’s flat on the deck, knees bent and hands gripping her legs for fear of her mortal peril, his arousal burning under her thigh, exactly where she wants him to be.
Gripping that hot cock twitching between her hips, she rubs it up against her, using it to masturbate shamelessly even though it’s not as precise as her own fingers or his. It’s the hotness factor, plus the fact that it drives Spock fucking insane. Judging by the little helpless twists of the Vulcan’s hips, and the way he’s glaring at her like she’s going to get a real good spanking, Jamie figures that Spock’s irritation is hitting a high seven, with a perfect ten meaning that he is so pissed off, he’ll rip off those panties and fuck her like a machine so for a change she’ll be gooey easy putty in his hands.
Which can be highly enjoyable, but not yet. Sliding backwards on Spock’s thigh, she sighs in lust at the sensation of that cock twitching against her legs even as the tip pushes up, causing the slightly scratchy lace to stretch across her pussy lips. The panties are soaking after three minutes of intense through-lace grinding, and while Jamie would like nothing more than to slide up and grind down on his face, drown him in her cunt until he gets her off, the fucking part is not to be missed when Spock’s in this kind of mood.
Dragging her panties to the side, she doesn’t waste any time and just shoves herself down on him, loving the burn of something too hard too big going inside her too quickly before her cunt just quivers and wakes up to the fact that this is Spock’s cock and becomes buttery soft, all heat and velvet and steel (HIS purple prose descriptions, not hers - mindmelds can be hilarious). Closing her eyes, she leans back and grips his knees, swaying her hips back and forth and then up and down, stimulating her G-spot. Jamie groans and bats away Spock’s hand that reaches for her, because dammit, this isn’t about him - this is punishment for ignoring her, missing their dinner appointment, and attempting to spoil the mood by dropping her on her ass. And also to make him more irritated and horny, so he’ll fuck her like she deserves.
Falling over him and tongue-fucking his right ear, Jamie slams their hips together in short hard bursts, loving the small amount of pain each time her tense inner thigh muscles smacked into his hip bones. The little upward hitches also make her clit brush against the base of his cock, that flap of skin using closing over protectively over his cock sliding against her button, enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.
‘Do me,’ She breathes into his ear, dragging her teeth along that lobe and sucking it wetly between her lips, pulling, giving him no fucking leeway to turn her down, ‘Get your hand down there, Spock babe.’
That’s all she needs to say before one of his dexterous hands sneaks between the planes of their sweaty stomach and a blunt rough thumb is caressing the button of her clit, slow, hard and thorough, knowing just how she likes it. Clenching around him, she swears under her breath and feels her muscles lose temporary coherency as a quick dirty orgasm flashes through her just from that. Breathless and shivery, Jamie deliriously moans her happy assent when Spock reverses their positions, hips pinning her ass with a smack to the cold metal decking so his cock doesn’t have to leave the warmth of her cunt.
Fucking finally, is all the last coherent she thinks before arching her back and gasping because Spock’s fucking her hard, slamming into her, pushing her legs up until her knees are at his ribs, her thighs soft and malleable, opening wider and wider because she wants him. Her back streaks across the metal with a wet, unpleasant screech when Spock slams into her one last time, making her screech in a mix of pain and surprise. He falls across her heavily, stimulating her clit with the relentless screwing motions of his hips as he came with bursts of hot wetness inside her, making her feel sexy and powerful with that utterly pained expression fluttering across his features.
Breathing through a whimper, she arches up into the hard short pumps into her thoroughly fucked out twat and runs the tip of her middle finger down the curve of one ear, from point to lobe. Spock shudders and pushes into her hard, grunting as he finally collapsed, panting against her right ear. Jamie swallows and continues to pant, her eyes wide. Perfect ten, definitely. Maybe an eleven even - she wonders if it’s the ears.
Sweaty and exhausted, she presses a lazy kiss to the closest ear and licks it, thoroughly, curving her tongue to even reach the back. It tastes a little funny, not bad, just weird, with faint chemical traces of - Jamie blinks and laughs through another lick - soap, fucking standard Starfleet-issue soap.
Looks like someone listened when his mommy told him to wash behind the ears…
Above her, Spock shudders, making her smirk. It’s the ears - definitely. Spock leans up on his arms and looks down at her, expectant. Of course, this is usually the part where she incoherently babbles and snuggles him to death. But not today, not yet: smirking, Jamie Tiberius Kirk flicks her finger delicately along that ear tip and laughs.
Spock’s eyes flutter close.
*facepalm*
Rating: Adult (graphic sex)
Pairing: girl!Kirk/Spock
Warnings: genderswitch, always-a-girl!Kirk, Vulcan ear fetish, graphic het sex
Notes: for a PROMPT that wants girl!Kirk to top from the bottom.
Written because I needed uncomplicated, fun, frothy, sex. And because I think I’ve developed a habit for girl!Kirk - it’s terrible, I know, I know, but she is so much sexy fun (the original is also much sexy fun, but well, it’s KIRK, with boobies!!). AND this time…. always-a-girl!Kirk - this is a first for me, I’ve never written always-a-girl!Kirk before. And she turned out to be this sassy, Spock-dominating scary person, who calls him 'babe' like he's her bitch...
‘Hey babe.’ She breathes hotly into his ear, sliding into the seat next to him at the lab bench and giving him a surprise lick along that curve, the tip of her tongue teasing the point of his left ear with a sharp flick.
His entire body quakes like someone smacked him in the face and she couldn’t make him any stiffer if she stuck him in a freezer for a couple of hours. Her personal Iceburg to conquer; Jamie grins but keeps her laughter to herself. It’s a rare day when she catches him off guard so whatever he’s looking at must have been “riveting.” Her glance at the screen notes carbon screening and various other bits of data collected on the last planet they visited, full of fantastical ruins that hinted at how beautiful the place had once been but nothing to explain what happened to the advanced race that once lived there. She can’t believe that he didn’t show up for dinner in the mess with - for this! Asshole, is her first thought, oh playing hard to get huh, is her second, and thankfully she is prepared for both contingencies.
‘Hmm…’ Jamie knows she’s practically purring, but he did say that he liked it - what were the words? Ah yes, the vibrations are most pleasant. ‘Working hard, I see. Take a break?’ She suggests, one hand sliding firmly along the closest thigh.
The hand which grips her marauding digits removes her firmly but gently. Spock is electrified, on the defensive, completely out of his depth, and hot damn, that’s how she likes him. Jamie makes a happy sigh and lies on her arms on the bench, swinging her legs and sliding one foot along his ankle, playing the relaxed, fuck-I’m-bored- love-me card. She knows it drives him absolutely crazy and not in a good way either when she does shit like this, but God, the sex afterwards is completely addictive. It’s always hot and needy and intense, to assure her of his devotion since her illogical public displays to illicit physical affection are obviously a cry that he’s neglecting her human needs - and everyone knows that humans can die from lack of physical stimulation, right?
‘Captain,’ His voices hitches - it’s so fucking cute she almost laughs. Spock clears his throat, still trying to act normal. Some days she wishes that he’d just turn around and maul her, but really, it’s more fun this way. ‘Is there a reason for your presence?’
‘Not really,’ She says, letting herself wallow in that overwhelming need to lock him in a room and have him all to herself, knowing full well he’s feeling it too but his relative inexperience with sorting out and identifying emotions means he’ll just fall back on his brain to figure out what she needs or wants. God, sometimes she wants so bad to send a THANK YOU note to Ambassador Sarek for making Spock read bad Vulcan research papers on the human urge to touch everything and how it's imperative to human survival.
Jamie turned to him, still resting on an arm, other hand doing the spider-walk up his arm, ‘Our shift finished an hour ago and you kind of just disappeared, just wanted to know what you were up to.’
And calling me Captain is kind of inappropriate right now, even if it is sort of hot…
‘As you can see, I am currently -‘
She doesn’t even wait for him to finish before surging towards him and sticking her tongue in his ear, licking and sucking and humming her approval. She likes the ears, no matter what Bones has to say about it. The ears are hot - the ears are fun - the ears are always the last draw, what gets Spock foaming at the mouth over how fucking inappropriate she is. But seriously, finger sexings are nice, but not as nice as this.
Spock grabs her by the wrists firmly but she just wrenches away, hands circling his shoulders, her mouth migrating along his eyelids, those upswept eyebrows, his mouth. He kisses back reluctantly and thrums under her hands like an annoyed cat.
He breaks it off, ‘Jamie this isn’t -‘
She shushes him just as a quick with her hands sliding over his jaw possessively, faces pressed together. ‘Sure it is. I’m the Captain,’ She moans into his mouth. And then she’s back to pushing her tongue into his mouth, butt on the edge of her seat and one thigh sliding over one of Spock’s leg. There’s a warning creak and then slide BANG - the stool she accosted has toppled over and the only thing stopping her butt from meeting the deck is Spock’s hands cupping her ass.
Pulling away, she laughs in a high gleeful throw-back-your-head way, because Spock’s hands almost hurt, the way they’re clutching at her so hard but somehow it just makes things better. She shimmies her hips to get just a little higher up on the thigh that she’d be crushing if Spock were human, and licks him, one long wet stripe, from jaw to eyebrow, feeling the tickle as his eye flutters close along the way.
Spock gives her a baleful look. Which she ignores artfully, tongue-fucking his other ear, fingers twisting through his hair and messing it up deliciously. The lobe is so soft -so suck-worthy - surprising considering the hardness and firmness of Spock’s well-toned body everywhere else. It makes her flutter on the inside somehow, this little bit of soft vulnerable flesh, and the flexible flap of that pointed tip. Having sufficiently nibbled and sucked on the earlobe, her finger creeps to the tip and flicks. Spock’s ear tip twitches in annoyance. Jamie presses her face into Spock’s and giggles because oh, fuck, that is hilarious, and fuck adorable.
And she’s really been way too patient.
Trusting Spock to stop her from falling back on her ass, Jamie leans back and wraps her legs around his hips, feeling the sudden rush of fear as the world turns upside down and she’s staring at the underside of lab bench. She pulls the hem of her plain black undershirt up - or down depending on your perspective - and lets the artificial gravity help her get it over her chin to pool on the floor at Spock’s feet. When she swings back up, she’s naked from the waist up.
Spock is half-lidded and expressionless, no doubt pissed that she isn’t wearing a bra - again - though he’s lectured her a million times on tit sagging and inappropriate nipple flashing on and off the Bridge. Sliding against him, she closes her eyes and shivers, in part from the sudden change in temperature, in part from the scratchy warmth of his blue Science uniform against her nipples. The sudden shift has her tightening her arms around his shoulders in surprise but then her butt meets the edge of his still-warm stool, and a hand is snaking up her side to squeeze a breast.
‘Spock,’ She murmurs, pushing her tits upwards to rub against his chin, fingers stroking along the curves of his ears, grin stretching wide across her lips even as she tosses her hair back because Spock has such a dirty, dirty mouth, sucking on her tits, and not just the nipple, but the whole damn thing if he manages to get her breast into the hot caverns of that mouth. Jamie shudders and groans and is just this side of happy when she laughs, glancing around at the empty room, because fuck, are they about to have sex in one of the Science labs?
Roughly grabbing Spock by the waist of his pants, she warps a possessive leg around his hip and quickly unzips him, not even giving him breathing room before just sticking her hand in. He is already half-extended. Excellent, just made it easier for her. Firmly gripping that hard Vulcan cock, she pulls away from that hot nipple lashing session with some regret, other hand firmly clasping Spock by the jaw. One has to make the Vulcan pay attention - he can get a little uppity, with all that raw cerebral power he likes to throw around.
‘Undress me, babe?’ She says in a low casual voice, smiling like this is just a run of the mill conversation.
He follows her order despite the pissy glower for calling him that “highly inappropriate, inaccurate hypocorism” - and Jamie settles back to splay her legs and raise her butt to help him get the skin-tight tights she prefers in her afterhours off her. His eyebrows do their thing when he discovers in addition to not wearing a bra, she’s also wearing non-regulation panties. Feeling on top of the world, she tiptoes up his chest and throws both ankles over his shoulders. He looks pretty good there on his knees, Jamie notes.
‘That too.’ She says, glancing down at her flimsy white lace panties.
He is really glowering now, but rather than complain - which by the way he’d never win (and he has tried - with all that Vulcan intensity - but usually succumbs to giving her head, viciously teasing her to make up for his inability to get one over) - Spock brushes her legs off his shoulders and scoops her up from underneath the thighs, manhandling her onto the nearest clear bench surface. Her ass smacks into the metal/bio-polymer surface none too gently.
‘Spock!’ She snaps, rubbing a buttock, ‘Play nice!’
The words have their intended effect. Spock pauses, momentarily startled and guilty as fuck - and that’s all the time she needs to jerk him close by the open waistband of his pants, wrap her legs around him and press herself against him, wetness exploding between her thighs as she catches that look of alarm that temporarily steals over his face right before she smoothers him with her chest, arms tight over his head. The deep breath he takes, noisy and sharp, gives her clear indication of just how crazy he is about all of this, no matter what his mouth says.
‘Jamie, this is highly-‘
‘Don’t fucking do that again, babe.’ She says pointedly, hands sliding to his ears and gripping them firmly like handles. That shuts him up quick and makes him writhe against her, thrusting up into her lacy-covered core. Feeling like he deserves to get something for being so uncooperative, Jamie surges forward and tightens her legs around his hips. Off-balance, Spock stumbles back, hands gripping her thighs in surprise. Sitting up with his pelvis as her perch, she marvels briefly that he can take her (she’s not short or light) even though this isn’t the first, before renewing her campaign. Rolling her hips, she drops back, feeling that thrill of fear as against the world turns underside down. It’s the scare that Spock needs to truly lose it, panic, stumble around trying to stop her hitting her head by leaning back. Swinging back up hard, she slams bodily into Spock’s shoulders and laughs when he loses his foot and they go down hard.
Spock’s Vulcan reflexes is the only thing that stops him from a painfully bruised ass and an embarrassing visit to Bones for the two of them, but Jamie always knew things would work out. Either way, Spock’s flat on the deck, knees bent and hands gripping her legs for fear of her mortal peril, his arousal burning under her thigh, exactly where she wants him to be.
Gripping that hot cock twitching between her hips, she rubs it up against her, using it to masturbate shamelessly even though it’s not as precise as her own fingers or his. It’s the hotness factor, plus the fact that it drives Spock fucking insane. Judging by the little helpless twists of the Vulcan’s hips, and the way he’s glaring at her like she’s going to get a real good spanking, Jamie figures that Spock’s irritation is hitting a high seven, with a perfect ten meaning that he is so pissed off, he’ll rip off those panties and fuck her like a machine so for a change she’ll be gooey easy putty in his hands.
Which can be highly enjoyable, but not yet. Sliding backwards on Spock’s thigh, she sighs in lust at the sensation of that cock twitching against her legs even as the tip pushes up, causing the slightly scratchy lace to stretch across her pussy lips. The panties are soaking after three minutes of intense through-lace grinding, and while Jamie would like nothing more than to slide up and grind down on his face, drown him in her cunt until he gets her off, the fucking part is not to be missed when Spock’s in this kind of mood.
Dragging her panties to the side, she doesn’t waste any time and just shoves herself down on him, loving the burn of something too hard too big going inside her too quickly before her cunt just quivers and wakes up to the fact that this is Spock’s cock and becomes buttery soft, all heat and velvet and steel (HIS purple prose descriptions, not hers - mindmelds can be hilarious). Closing her eyes, she leans back and grips his knees, swaying her hips back and forth and then up and down, stimulating her G-spot. Jamie groans and bats away Spock’s hand that reaches for her, because dammit, this isn’t about him - this is punishment for ignoring her, missing their dinner appointment, and attempting to spoil the mood by dropping her on her ass. And also to make him more irritated and horny, so he’ll fuck her like she deserves.
Falling over him and tongue-fucking his right ear, Jamie slams their hips together in short hard bursts, loving the small amount of pain each time her tense inner thigh muscles smacked into his hip bones. The little upward hitches also make her clit brush against the base of his cock, that flap of skin using closing over protectively over his cock sliding against her button, enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.
‘Do me,’ She breathes into his ear, dragging her teeth along that lobe and sucking it wetly between her lips, pulling, giving him no fucking leeway to turn her down, ‘Get your hand down there, Spock babe.’
That’s all she needs to say before one of his dexterous hands sneaks between the planes of their sweaty stomach and a blunt rough thumb is caressing the button of her clit, slow, hard and thorough, knowing just how she likes it. Clenching around him, she swears under her breath and feels her muscles lose temporary coherency as a quick dirty orgasm flashes through her just from that. Breathless and shivery, Jamie deliriously moans her happy assent when Spock reverses their positions, hips pinning her ass with a smack to the cold metal decking so his cock doesn’t have to leave the warmth of her cunt.
Fucking finally, is all the last coherent she thinks before arching her back and gasping because Spock’s fucking her hard, slamming into her, pushing her legs up until her knees are at his ribs, her thighs soft and malleable, opening wider and wider because she wants him. Her back streaks across the metal with a wet, unpleasant screech when Spock slams into her one last time, making her screech in a mix of pain and surprise. He falls across her heavily, stimulating her clit with the relentless screwing motions of his hips as he came with bursts of hot wetness inside her, making her feel sexy and powerful with that utterly pained expression fluttering across his features.
Breathing through a whimper, she arches up into the hard short pumps into her thoroughly fucked out twat and runs the tip of her middle finger down the curve of one ear, from point to lobe. Spock shudders and pushes into her hard, grunting as he finally collapsed, panting against her right ear. Jamie swallows and continues to pant, her eyes wide. Perfect ten, definitely. Maybe an eleven even - she wonders if it’s the ears.
Sweaty and exhausted, she presses a lazy kiss to the closest ear and licks it, thoroughly, curving her tongue to even reach the back. It tastes a little funny, not bad, just weird, with faint chemical traces of - Jamie blinks and laughs through another lick - soap, fucking standard Starfleet-issue soap.
Looks like someone listened when his mommy told him to wash behind the ears…
Above her, Spock shudders, making her smirk. It’s the ears - definitely. Spock leans up on his arms and looks down at her, expectant. Of course, this is usually the part where she incoherently babbles and snuggles him to death. But not today, not yet: smirking, Jamie Tiberius Kirk flicks her finger delicately along that ear tip and laughs.
Spock’s eyes flutter close.
*facepalm*