WHAT THE HELL DID I WRITE?? - FIC: a long night
I WROTE A RESPONSE TO A KINK MEME PROMPT ASKING FOR: girl!Kirk/Spock, teaching him to go down on her (because you know Spock would perform the most through cunnilingus known to alienkind)
And in a fit of insanity, as well as restlessness from taking a break from my major epic prompt fill, this came about!
Title: A LONG NIGHT
Rating: ADULT
Pairing: girl!Kirk/Spock
Kink: instructional cunnilingus (??)
Notes: this is temporary girl!Kirk, thus the male pronoun - he would not so quickly succumb to losing his balls despite the fact he has ovaries at this time of sexxing... and frankly I'm mortified at myself!!
‘What do I look like?’
Spock tilted his legs up and stared with a very neutral expression, ‘You are…’
There was a slight ticklish sensation and Jim threw his head back against the bed and laughed out loud - and choked, because Oh My God that felt weird! He reached down between his legs and grabbed Spock’s hand to stop him from combing through his relatively new pubes. ‘Stop that.’
‘You are covered in… protective… fur.’
‘It’s not fur; humans don’t fur, Spock, we-’ He glared at the Vulcan kneeling between his legs, ‘We … fuzz.’
Spock tilted his head, doubtful but since he wasn’t human and was no expert on human physiology, accepted it, ‘Your genitalia is … arranged in folds and appears to be… closed, and your pubic bone is covered in transparent… fuzz… that extends to your inner thighs.’
Jim ran the tips of his fingers down his slit and had to agree. It was long and slender and his pubic bone was brushed with fine hairs. He cupped his smaller softer hand over it protectively and curled his middle finger, sliding it right though to the very top and moaned, because he’s soft and wet and oh, it felt so nice, and gods it’s tempting to just go downtown on himself - he wished! At this moment he’d take anything considering he hasn’t had sex for three days after Bones locked him up in the sickbay for observation. Okay, so the idea of conventional penetrative sex as a girl was slightly icky, but he was really horny and shit, multiple/continuous orgasms! He had to try it, right?
Spock was watching him like a hawk. He threw the Vulcan a dirty smile.
‘What? You want to try it?’ He gestured for Spock to have at it and was treated to Spock examining his pubic area like it was a puzzle. Jim sighed and looked up at the bedhead as he gracefully submitted his nether regions to be probed and prodded - he shouldn’t have even left sickbay if this was going to be Spock’s attitude about the whole thing! He was a little disappointed aesthetically speaking; his cunt was supposed to be inviting, with thick luscious lips that practically beg to be suckled and plundered and really, this was starting to be-
‘Oh my GAWD! SPOCK!’
The Vulcan removed his head from between Jim’s sprayed legs like he’d been shot, ‘Have I hurt you?’
‘N-no, but that was a little unexpected.’ Jim stammered, ‘But please, continue!’
‘You usually enjoy my attentions.’ But Spock usually knew what he was doing, knew what worked, and -
Jim leaned up on his elbows. ‘Spock, I want you to do that again, but slowly, with your fingers first okay, just start small.’
With a slightly wary expression, Spock bent his face downwards, and Jim’s head fell back when he felt blunt fingers pressing into him, slowly but surely, sliding upwards and downwards, exploratory and spreading him open.
‘What do you see?’ He asked, closing his eyes because this was dirty fantasy no. 12 and oh, this was weird.
‘You are… responding.’ Oh fuck, Spock sounded interested now, not the dry clinical tone but the small private one, the one with the rumble at the back of his throat, slightly lower pitched than his usual primness, the Commander voice, the one where he was unimpressed; ‘Your genital folds are loosening, they are becoming slightly flushed - I believe they are being engorged with blood -‘
‘Fuck,’ Jim bit out as two fingers, more certain of their welcome, dipped between the lips of his cunt and caressed him. He could smell himself now, a sweet salty tang, like sea spray. Spock’s fingers continued to stroke, almost rhythmically in wide circular motions, seemingly enjoying the small slick noises they made. Jim opened his eyes and took a deep breath, ‘Now, gently pull the lips apart and lick me.’
He got a look for using “lips” but he really didn’t want to get into labia, vulva, et cetera because frankly, he didn’t know the technical terms anyway despite his familiarity with cunnilingus. And he didn’t want to ask Bones. Heck, the reason they were doing this so late at all was because Bones pointed refused to share any information whatsoever with Spock if it meant Jim would get laid.
Jim grinned and knocked Spock lightly in the head with his prettier knee, ‘Get to it, you said you wanted to try!’
Rather than argue, Spock raised an eyebrow and lowered his mouth. His wet and hot, gloriously hot mouth, and lapped with his slightly rough tongue. Jim’s elbows gave out and he collapsed back with an oomph. ‘Okay, now slowly spread the top of my pussy - what can you see? I know you don’t know what all the dangly bits are called but just - just be descriptive, okay.’
The sensation of being pried apart carefully made him shudder a little due to cold and a little due to arousal because shit, this was hot: Spock was staring at his pussy. It felt slightly dirty - no actually, it felt really, really dirty, enough to make him squirm a little in excitement.
‘You are… glistening, and… very… pink.’
Nice.
‘Okay, lick your fingers and stroke very gently along the very top of my pussy and ohhh…’ Jim threw his legs up and threw them over Spock’s shoulders because to hell with acting like this wasn’t affecting him! Spock just found his clitoris, or close enough to it anyway. ‘Now lick me - inner thigh, the bit of flesh where my pussy meets my thigh,’ Jim laughed when it tickled, ‘And now the outside, spread me open and lick the - ugh, ugh…’
Spock nuzzled his face between his legs, ‘I believe I have enough data for the moment… allow me?’
Before Jim could form a verbal response, Spock tilted his head and started to kiss down the length of his snatch, little ones, giving him goosebumps all over, the good kind. He felt the edge of a tongue delving in between and slowly slide up, making him anticipate the moment when it would make contact with his clit but it wavered, pointedly didn’t go there, and instead teased him. Frustrated, Jim bucked his hips and strained towards Spock’s hot mouth, moaning like a whore.
‘Spock, there! There! It’s called a clitoris!’ Jim couldn’t believe he could still speak in completely sentences, how did women speak at all during sex?
‘Fascinating,’ Spock murmured against his thigh, and put his lips right at the top of Jim’s slit, kissing it thoroughly with his tongue pushing gentling into the little curve of skin covering it and it’s so thorough and dirty and good that he threw his head back and wailed. Spock’s tongue was canoodling with his clitoris. He was tracing Jim’s inner labia in tight circles and teasing him with gentle passes. Jim panted for air, his thigh muscles quaked, sweat broke out over his skin and his whole entire universe shrunk down between his legs. Oh my God, no wonder girls love this! He wanted to pee, he wanted Spock to fuck him hard, he wanted something - fuck it he didn’t even know what he wanted anymore!
Jim slammed his head to the right, his pussy clutching at Spock’s evasive tongue.
‘Fascinating,’ Spock murmured against his pubes, before going down on him again. He didn’t know how Spock made that sound dirty.
Jim’s hips bucked five minutes later but this time he’s pinned by Spock’s hands, which slid up his thigh and made him spread them wider than he was used to. He felt naked and out of control and - Spock pulled away and rubbed his entire face into his wet pussy with a purring growl. Oh fuck that was hot.
Spock pulled away and nuzzled at the soft flesh of his inner thigh before coming back. The Vulcan tongued open his pussy lips roughly, licking them with the flat of his tongue like he was sculpting ice cream and Jim silently moaned and gasped, his back arching because fuck, Spock wasn’t onto his clit fulltime yet but when he did get there…
Sweat pooled behind his knees, under his breasts, down the small of his back as he twisted and shivered. It went on for seemingly forever. Five minutes, ten minutes - Spock’s fingers dug into his inner thigh and Jim squealed as they roughly adjusted his legs to be spread open as far as they’d go and he’d swear and complain about the muscle strain but Spock’s tongue was fucking him. Spock was tongue-fucking him. In his cunt. And it felt hot and he could hear how wet he was, the soft liquid glide of - Jim let out a small scream followed by a laugh because oh, my, God!
Taking a big breath of air, Jim decided begging was in order, ‘Spock, can you please suck my clit now?’
Spock abruptly pulled away.
‘This clitoris… I cannot discern it, your genitalia is no longer the same form as when-’
Rolling his eyes, Jim got back onto his elbows, ‘Okay, just go back to licking me - ohhh, ugh, yes, like that,’ His hip undulated as Spock obeyed promptly, with softness and wetness and heat to spare; ‘Go up, ugh, and bring your tongue all the way up, all the way Spock, like before, yes, yes -‘ He shut up and started whimpering as Spock’s tongue burrowed around the top of his pussy lips, feeling for his clit and hitting a whole bunch of secondary nerves in between.
He imagined how it must look to Spock, from his pussy lips slender and closed, opening under Spock’s mouth and tongue and hands till they were red and thick with blood, dripping wet and glistening in the low lighting.
‘Do you feel that Spock?’ He asked with little breathless moans. His mind was imploding with images of Spock’s tongue, sliding wetly through the folds of his aroused pussy lips and then twisting and twirling till he found it, the little hard nub hidden there in the dark, and then the dirty pleasure of Spock’s tongue, its tip slowly and gently nudging at his clit by approaching it from the bottom, around the side, prodding it like it was a curiosity, caressing it till it opened up, stuck out like a tiny cock, red and angry, to be suckled and licked and nuzzled.
‘Fascinating,’ Spock breathed against his pussy, making it spasm in anticipation and loss, ‘It seems the genitalia of female humans have a lot more in common with Vulcan male genitalia. Your clitoris, which I’m assuming is a main component of the female genitals, it appears to be protected by a stretch of skin which it primarily remains under except during sexual arousal, and then it uncovers-‘
Jim got up on one elbow and grabbed a fist full of Spock’s hair, ‘Shut up and keep going!’
In response, there was a hard lick with the flat of Spock’s tongue, followed by quick flickers at his clit that made his whole entire body spasm. It made him soaking wet in seconds and his brain melt. Jim collapsed back on the bed and writhed while gasping and shrieking because Spock’s tongue was relentless. He felt his pussy rhythmically contracting and he was hit with this insatiable need to just tear every piece of clothing off Spock and pull him on top and beg him to fuck him, extend that Vulcan penis from its hidey-hole, just slide in and start thrusting.
It started slowly - shaking, sobbing, his thighs quivering, his feet clenching and his mouth open wide as he twisted and thrashed. He imagined Spock fucking him the way he had fucked girls in the past; letting Spock’s cock slide up inside this little twat which was brand new, three-days old, slick, tight and hungry, locking their pelvis together and his toes digging into Spock’s ass so he could feel the muscles working, tensing and relaxing as Spock would grind down till the base of that cock lathered with pussy drool would obscenely and roughly scrap along his engorged clit with every single twist and thrust and -
He bit down hard on his lower lip and sobbed louder.
Spock pulled back a little and kissed the sensitive surface of his cunt, just like he did at the beginning. The Vulcan repeated everything he had done, faster, harder. Jim started crying silently with his mouth open, because this was beautiful, big warm glowing oomph coming from inside, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t-
‘Oh,’ He said in a trembling high voice, sounding nothing like himself, feeling every single muscle in his body lock at the sensation of Spock’s lips forming an O around his clit. The Vulcan sucked gently, little test nibbles. ‘Oh… oh fuck… yeah… fuck…’
Spock’s head tilted to the left, and then swung slowly to the right, as he suckled, lapped and nuzzled at the clitoris he had been handed responsibility for with the exceptional finesse that characterized Spock’s usual foreplay. Jim’s hips gave a little short jerk as he felt two of Spock’s fingers slide into his snatch, the pads of his fingers stroking the inside of his cunt as all the muscles contracted in pleasure because they’ve been waiting for this.
‘Fuck me! Your hands - that’s an order!’ Jim yelled and twisted both hands into Spock’s hair, forcing him to suck him harder because dammit, he was so close!
The sound of Spock’s fingers fucking him - the slick wet sounds of tick-tock, in-out - it was crazy insane good; Jim threw his head back against the bed and rolled his hips, wanting more, deeper, and OH!
‘Don’t stop, don’t stop fucking - fuck! FUCK!’ He cried, the heel of his feet digging into the Starfleet issue mattress as he surged up, caught on a swell of intense pleasure. Spock went with him, sucking, mouthing, caressing his hard clit with his lips and then the occasional drag of his tongue. The wetness was definitely dripping down his ass cheeks now, because his pussy was drooling uncontrollably. There’s a pool of sweat and cunt juice underneath him - Jim could feel the cold sodden drag of the fabric with every roll of his hips as he fucked Spock’s mouth.
With a loud deep moan, Jim tensed his shoulders and slammed his head into the mattress.
Slowly, he unlocked his knees from around Spock’s head and eased them off his shoulders. It took awhile but finally he opened his eyes, his whole entire chest (including breasts) heaving as he struggled to just breathe.
‘I assume that was satisfactory.’
‘Fuck yes! Spock, is there something you’re not telling me?’
There was something smug about the look on Spock’s face, and then it clicked in Jim’s head. Right. Touch-telepathy.
Jim threw his head back and laughed. And then hissed as Spock drew one finger down his quivering gooey pussy, dragging over his over-stimulated clit.
‘Careful, I’m sensitive right now.’
Spock’s look was speculative, ‘You said that the human female genitals stay aroused for approximately one standard hour after orgasm.’
A smile stretched across his face, ‘That’s sort of true, yeah.’
‘May I have a demonstration?’ Spock’s expression never even changed even as he stroked and petted Jim’s recently broken in pussy.
Jim stretched back on the bed and lightly threw his legs back over Spock’s shoulder, ‘Sure. Go for it.’
Slowly, the Vulcan lowered his mouth till his nose was brushing against the pale blonde pubes. Jim closed his eyes and felt a wet hot tongue slide up and softly collide with the underside of his clit, and then Spock’s mouth was back, soft and sensual with all of that excellent muscle control that came with his layered Vulcan brain. Jim rolled his hips and made a desperate noise.
This was going to be a really long night.
*flails at the WTF* LOL at herself