Comfort Character Oneshots

Spock

' tags ' : spock/fem reader, mature content, blind sex, silent sex, dubcon, vulcan ear stuff, vulcan hand stuff, they're in school for some reason, i'm hyperfixating send help

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You walked into the darkroom, the tiny room hidden off to the side of the bigger photography classroom. Being in here at all made you nervous, the fear of the tiny space, the dark, and being alone causing you to hurry every time you had to use it. The only light sources were the faint beams that poured in from the adjacent room. All you had to do was get the enterprise negative and turbo lift back to your position. You couldn't possibly fuck up that simple a task. Well, maybe you could.

Your foot caught on something on the carpet and you grabbed the table, causing the stapler and yourself to fall straight to the ground, as well as causing the loudest fucking noise imaginable. Your cheeks flushed red. Of course it was none other than Spock who slid into the room to come to your aid. Shit, shit shit. The red in your face deepened, thank god he couldn't see in the dark. He extended a hand to you, and your heart thumped in your chest. You took it, holding on for as long as possible, and his Vulcan strength pulled you up a bit too harshly. You stumbled into him, heart racing.

You felt your hand brush up against the side of his head. He groaned quietly, almost with no sound at all. His hands immediately went to your waist, holding the small of it. You must have accidentally brushed up on his ear. He was shaking a little, as if flustered or mad, and with one hand, he slammed the door shut, engulfing the room in complete darkness. You knew his ears were sensitive, but you hoped he knew it was an accident and wasn't too mad at you. However, with the way he slammed the door, it seemed like the opposite was true. He still held one of your hands in his, which he pushed against the wall next to your head, forcing you into a kiss that completely took you off guard.

"Mmh.." You squirmed a little at first, as a panic response, worrying for a second that your reaction might cause him to pull away. This wasn't a problem at all, though, as he just pushed his mouth up against yours harder to hold you in place. After getting over the initial shock, his affection calmed you down and you melted into the kiss. A few seconds later, you were passionately making out against the wall. This felt surreal, the most you had even done with him was accidentally brushing shoulders in passing a few times. Still, you'd go all the way with him right here and right now.

Did he know? Did he know how you gazed at him while he worked? Did he know what you did in the privacy of your own room at night?

You haphazardly shoved a few papers off the desk, barely able to find it in the darkness. He took the hint immediately and picked you up, with minimal effort of course, and sat you down on the desk, pushing back up against you. He was pretty fucking forceful, but you were beyond into it. You smirked and rubbed his ear, gently but erotically. As predicted, this drove him insane, and he pushed his hips into yours, exhaling shakily before you pulled him back into the steamy kissing session. You could feel him getting hard against you. Was he going to fuck you right on this desk?

He hadn't even asked to kiss you, yet here you were, clearly and painfully hungry for each other. You had a feeling he wouldn't ask for permission, even though that was out of character for him. You also sensed that foreplay wouldn't take long. He pulled your shirt off, squeezing you a little as he couldn't see anything in the dark. He pressed a hand on your inner thigh, pushing your legs further apart. Just to see how he'd react, you whined a little in protest. He shut you up with a rough kiss, continuing his prior action. Did this make it non consensual? So the fuck what. You wanted this. Did you? It was too soon...

You shut your legs, trembling a little with your tinges of second thoughts. He gestured to his ear. "You did this to me, and, logically speaking, I deserve to return the favour," he growled, giving you a quick and relatively gentle slap on the cheek. It stung a little, he really was strong. He ran his hands up and down your curvy waist and hips, breathing heavily. You pressed your hips into his without thinking, just with intrinsic desire. You both knew you wanted it, there was no point in arguing that fact.

He pulled his belt off, removing his clothes in one swift motion, you could hear him. You reached towards him, eventually getting your hand successfully around his length. You started slow, stroking him lovingly but not harshly. You'd only done it a few times before, and you didn't want to do anything wrong. He pet your soft hair in appreciation, his breathing quickening as well. You turned his faces and softly kissed the outside of his ear, causing him to noticeably 'break' even more.

It was highly illogical to fuck you here, technically a public place, and one in which you'd need to stay fairly quiet. Regardless, you needed each other, feeling each other up like crazy. It was hard to imagine that he got horny just like you, but he was part human after all. There wasn't time to think, you both resumed making out, your tongues fighting for dominance. You let him win and lean against you. Still sitting on the desk, you pulled him even further on top of you, desperate to have him pounding you as soon as was humanly possible.

You rubbed your knee against his thigh, he knew how desperate you were and it was a little humiliating. Continuing to jerk him off, you comforted him and he inhaled sharply with your strokes. You pulled him all the way on top of you, greedily pulling off the rest of your clothes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whining in desperation. He kissed you hard, grinding up against you. "Spock, please, please...." you choked out. You whined into your rough kiss as he slid into you.

He sped up without giving you much time to get used to his length inside you. You covered your mouth to silence yourself, it felt so fucking good being used by him. You raked your fingernails down his back as he violated you, getting rougher by the minute. You gasped and whined uncontrollably, to which he shut you up with another kiss. If anyone caught you, who knows what would come of it. He moved his big hands to your hips, using them as a sort of leverage to get deeper inside you. With every haphazard push into you, you felt him brushing against your bundle of nerves. You were glad he couldn't see your face, you were blushing hard, eyes rolled back in pleasure, and biting your lip while he fucked you. Each movement felt like heaven.