Star Trek XI Fic | Spock/Uhura
Title: Spock and Nyota Make a Porno
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1572
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: A year ago, she would’ve found the very idea of doing something like this juvenile and maybe even a little repulsive. But that was before she had Spock and with him, she found herself desiring many unexpected things.
A/N: Fluffy porn. That is all.
Nyota Uhura gazed at her reflection in the mirror and let out a small giggle, careful not to let his superhuman hearing pick up on it. A year ago, she would’ve found the very idea of doing something like this juvenile and maybe even a little repulsive. But that was before she had Spock and with him, she found herself desiring many unexpected things.
Spock sat idly on the edge of the bed, clothed only in his black boxer briefs. He had been instructed to wait there while Nyota prepared herself in the bathroom. He could only imagine what she was planning tonight. His thoughts wandered to the many deliciously memorable experiences he’d shared with Nyota over the past five months, since they had first become lovers in a rare moment of spontaneity. The very bed he was sitting on was of course where most of these memories took place. There were quite a few times when they didn’t even make it to the bedroom and simply had to make do with the couch or even the living room floor. There also was the hard metal desk in his office. Twice. Perhaps not the wisest decision to engage in sexual activity at the time, but she’d looked so irresistible that day, her hair falling softly around her face as she sat there grading assignments. When she had bit her bottom lip in concentration, Spock simply had to have her right there.
She is taking much longer than expected. His arousal was painfully evident now. Perhaps he should go check on her to ensure she had not inadvertently injured herself trying to maneuver into one of her illogical, yet thoroughly arousing, garments. But before he could conclude whether or not to disobey her orders, the bathroom door slid open and Spock could do nothing but stare at the woman in front of him. She wore nothing but a bra and panties; the material was thin black lace and very nearly sheer.
Spock stood and met her halfway across the room, as his eyes wandered over her scantily clad body. She was hiding a hand behind her back and when she brought it in front of her, he immediately recognized the object. The small red light was flashing. She placed it in strategic location on his dresser, giving it a perfect view of his bed. A visual recording device. Fascinating.
“I thought you’d enjoy an early birthday present,” Nyota leaned in and murmured seductively into Spock’s pointy ear, her tongue darted out to give a brief lick to his lobe before taking his lips with her own, “But you’re gonna have to participate.”
Spock shivered and could not hide his absolute pleasure at the thought of having a video of their lovemaking, being able to watch it whenever their schedules wouldn’t allow for time together.
He let his hands roam over the soft skin of her back and down to the thin lace that covered her bottom, giving her a gentle squeeze. Her breathing became shallow and a small moan escaped her beautiful mouth between kisses, her hands came up to grasp his broad shoulders and well-defined chest, as his tongue pushed its way into her accepting mouth. His hands had now slipped under the material of her panties and he reveled in the softness against his palms. He then tugged on the lace garment and it quickly slipped and fell to ground at Nyota’s feet, her arousal evident to Spock’s eyes. Before she could step out of them, she felt herself lifted into arms and carried the short distance to the bed. He deposited her in a position that he knew would maximize the camera’s view of her beautiful body.
Things had barely progressed and Nyota was already out of breath, lying on top of the fluffy comforter. She sat up and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, and slowly removed the last item covering her body. It was thrown across the room in a hurry, as she reached eagerly to Spock’s boxer briefs to even the score. Before she could get her hands on him however, his hands grasped her wrists and his powerful strength pushed her back to a lying position.
“I believe it is expected to show adequate appreciation for a gift,” his sensual baritone and hot breath on her skin making her embarrassingly wet and impatient.
“And you know I have a tendency to greatly exceed expectations.”
“Oh, don’t I know it,” Nyota moaned but could barely get the words out.
His mouth early explored her from her neck to her thighs, teasing her everywhere except where she desperately wanted him to be. Her left leg was now draped over Spock’s strong shoulder as she let her toes run up his muscled back. He knew too well how to push her buttons.
When Spock lowered his head to kiss and nip at the inside of the thigh, she sank her fingers into his already messy hair, caressing his scalp and urging him in the right direction. His kisses slowly made their way to her center but he was not done playing with her yet. He softly grazed his fingers across her glistening lips and she gasped loudly. At last his mouth was touching her, his tongue darting out briefly but just as soon as Nyota cried out in relief, he pulled his head back and blew a light breath at her clit. It was such a surprise, and almost made her come on the spot but she held back, knowing there was too much awaiting her. And although her eyes were closed, she just knew that he allowed himself a smirk at her response.
“Fuck, come on Spock, “ she whispered, fingers tugging harder at his hair.
Soon enough, he decided she had had enough teasing for one night and hungrily sucked at her, in a pattern that he knew she loved. A long lick across her folds, followed by small nibbles and then his tongue moving inside of her. It wasn’t long before she approached the edge, and then he slipped a finger into her, pumping and sucking continuously. God, it was so good she couldn’t hold out any longer. She cried out the intensity of her orgasm, loudly. Definitely loud enough for the recording. And probably the neighbors too.
Nyota continued to pant heavily as Spock peppered soft kisses around her core in the aftermath of her climax, which immediately made her aroused again.
“I can’t even begin to describe how amazing that was,” she managed to speak between her deep breathing, watching Spock as he made his way up to meet her gaze.
He moved in close to her face and kissed her deeply, his hand pushing away the hair stuck to her cool sweaty forehead.
“Beautiful,” she heard him say against her flushed cheek.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to feel his hardness in her. She pushed his boxer briefs past down his hips, exposing his perfect length.
Neither of them could wait any longer, as Spock’s hand reached between them and guided himself into her, and they both let out loud grunts at the feeling of being joined. He waited a few moments, allowing her to adjust to his size before he began to move. The slow rhythm was delicious torture. Their faces were so close together; Nyota could see every bead of sweat on his beautiful face. She was fast approaching another climax and could no longer control the words coming out of her mouth, “Fuck me. Oh God, harder please.”
In response, Spock sat up and brought Nyota’s leg up over his shoulder, allowing him to move even deeper inside her body, and he continued with hard and fast thrusts as his hand came up to touch her supple breasts. Her blinding climax shortly followed, even more intense than the first; her cries even louder.
But when he pulled out of her, she knew he wasn’t finished yet. Instead she moved to position herself on her hands and knees, extending out her rear as an invitation. Wanting him to give her more and take what he needed. Spock came behind her and slipped back into her still wet opening, pulling her body up against him. Kissing her neck. There were no slow loving movements anymore. He took her roughly and fucked her fast and hard, as he felt himself come apart with each movement. His fingers came around to find Nyota’s clit, making tight hard circles in matching rhythm with his thrusts. Soon they both felt their climaxes rush through their bodies, and finally fell together on the bed.
Nyota turned to face Spock and smiled, which he still found utterly adorable even after months of seeing her smile at him in bed. She was feeling lighter than air, so sated and relaxed that she had completely forgotten about the recording. Leaning into Spock’s embrace, she drifted into slumber.
After her breathing pattern told Spock that she was fast asleep, he removed himself from bed and made his way to the dresser where the small recording device was still operating. He switched the device off, already tempted to watch its contents but replaced it on the dresser. They would watch it together in the morning, he thought as he returned to bed. They certainly put on a good show.