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Kinktober Day 13
Day Twelve | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Fourteen
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Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked
Warnings: Anonymous sex; public sex; oral sex; spit as lube; safe sex
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You hadn't even asked the guy for his name. It occurred to you as he pressed his face into your neck, pressing a tender kiss at the hinge of your jaw. It was too sweet a feeling for a hookup in a dirty bar bathroom.
You grasped his cheek, drawing him up for a rough kiss as he steered you back against the bathroom wall. Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest, practically in time with the pulsing bass being pumped through the bar outside. He caged you in against the wall plastered with torn stickers and graffiti, moaning against your lips as his hand slid down, groping your breast through your shirt. 
You’d never done anything like this before. Why were you doing it now? Why this man? Why this filthy bathroom? 
One last hurrah, you supposed. Starting tomorrow, you were taking over a command post for a mission on one of the most prestigious ships in Starfleet. You understood the significance of your position, knew that you would have to be an upstanding crew member. You were nervous. You needed to blow off some steam. 
You bit your lip to quiet a moan as the man slotted his thigh between your legs, drawing you close to grind down against him. You shivered at the feeling, raising your hand to comb through his hair as you thrusted and shifted together. It felt good, but it just wasn’t enough. You gave his chest a shove, sending him back against the wall on the other side of the small bathroom. His brilliant blue eyes lit up, lips splitting into a grin as you gripped the sleeves of his leather jacket, tugging it off of his shoulders as your lips crashed into his. He groaned, shaking the jacket off and letting it crumple to the ground before he raised his hands to cup your face. 
You smoothed your hand down over his chest, palming his muscles beneath his threadbare t-shirt before massaging the growing bulge in his pants. He tipped his head back against the wall, pressing his hips up into your hand. You kissed his neck, nipping just beneath his ear and giggling as he rested his hand on the crown of your neck, drawing you closer to mark the skin there. 
You undid his pants, slipping your hand inside and feeling his stiff, heated flesh in your hand. You bit your lip, smoothing your thumb over the head of his dick, swiping and spreading a bead of precum. You tipped your chin up, nipping his earlobe.
“I want you to fuck me,” You murmured. 
“Fuck—Turn around.” 
You pulled away from him, letting him steer you toward the toilet. You shoved your pants down, bending over the toilet tank and bracing your hands on it. You felt him step up behind you, glancing back just in time to see him crouching behind you. He steadied a hand on your thigh as he leaned in, swiping his tongue across your pussy. You cursed, pressing your hips back against his face as he lapped at you hungrily. You felt the hot slide of his spit slipping over your opening before you felt the press of his fingers. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he straightened, curling and spearing his fingers in twice more before drawing away. You stomach flipped as you heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and turned your head, watching him slide it on before he stepped closer again. 
He rested his hand on your hip, steadying you as he drew his cockhead along your slit. He eased into you slowly, the two of you groaning harshly as he pressed in. 
“Fuck,” You breathed, letting your head hang heavy as he pressed closer. He grasped your shoulder, drawing you back onto his cock as he began to thrust into you. You braced your hands more firmly on the tank, pressing back thrust for thrust. He curled over you, sliding his hand up beneath your shirt and tugging down one of your bra cups. He thumbed your nipple, swiping at the same pace as his thrusts, sending trickles of pleasure through you. You honed in on his steady thrusts, the brush of his breath against your neck, the soft grunts and moans falling from his lips. 
You both ignored the knocking on the door, the question of whether or not anyone was in there, chased by the jiggle of the handle. You reached back, gripping hm by the shirt and urging him on, tugging him closer as his steady thrust turned to a sharp pounding, his groans swelling as his pace turned frantic, nearly obscuring the music—
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You were still thinking about it the next morning as you prepared to beam aboard. You were a little sore, but you didn’t mind it. Now and again, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together for that little throbbing sensation. You could practically still hear the man’s stuttering grunt as he came, see the curious way he watched at you as the two of you straightened yourselves out. You couldn’t help but smile as you remember the wink he gave you, opening the door and offering, “Ladies first,” As you left. 
You never had gotten his name. 
You shook your head, trying to shift your train of thought. Now was not the time. You had to focus. You were beaming abroad, meeting the Captain and his first mate. Work now, fond memories later. 
The golden beam engulfed you as you drew in a deep breath, then pushed it out slowly as the Transporter Bay came into view. You stood at attention, hands tucked behind your back as…Incredibly familiar blue eyes came into view. The all-too-familiar man’s grin faltered, and shock swept through you as you took in the sight of your one-time bathroom buddy in command gold. 
You blinked dazedly at him, your own smile dropping away. Oh, crap. Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck, the one time you go a little crazy—
“Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Commander.” The no-nonsense tone of the first officer beside the Captain snapped you back onto focus, and you forced your face into a neutral mask as you nodded, stepping down from the transporter pads. 
“Glad to be aboard,” You insisted, meeting both their gazes. You felt a little guilty for hardly focusing as Spock introduced himself, but you could feel the way that the Captain was watching you. When you turned to greet him, you found that his smile had softened to a flirty curl, his brows raised slightly as he held his hand out.
“Jim Kirk.”
Jim. It was sort of nice to put a name to the face. You shook his hand, nodding.
"It's nice to meet you."
"It certainly is."
Your stomach flipped at the steady gaze that he fixed you with. You could feel the scrutiny of the Vulcan beside you, and you widened your eyes slightly at the Captain when he didn't let go of your hand. He cleared his throat as he finally let go, stepping aside and gesturing out of the Transporter Bay.
"Ladies first."
You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped past him, fighting back a groan. This was going to be a long mission.
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make-me-imagine · 6 months
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Time to Kill
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Request: Jim Kirk + “Cozy Autumn day watching Halloween films”
Requested By: Anonymous
Pairing: Jim Kirk x Gn!Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: None, just some cute autumn fluff.
Words: 632
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You smiled with contentment as you finished laying the soft blankets on the bed. Lying down, you checked that the projection screen was set up just right before you dimmed the lights and turned on the fake fire nearby. The windows showed beautiful fall trees swaying in a light rainy breeze, and for a moment, you really did forget you were on Starship deep in space.
Halloween was approaching on Earth, and the whole ship buzzed with ideas of Halloween parties and costume contests. As you traveled to a distant area of space, you had time to kill, so the crew was allowed to do as they pleased.
Time to kill, also meant, the two of you could relax and have a cozy evening all to yourself. Something Jim was more than happy about.
Hearing a buzz at the door, you looked over to see it slide open, revealing Jim, clad in a cozy outfit, holding a tray brimmed with various foods and snacks.
You grinned as you locked eyes and you felt a warmth fill your chest as he walked over to the bed.
"Wow" He smiled as he looked around, noting all of the various changes you had made to give his suite the perfect autumn vibe.
"You like it?" You asked a bit uncertainly.
He smiled at you as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love it, its perfect."
You smiled in relief, before your eyes widened a bit, seeing all of the food he had brought. You recognized old Earth Halloween candy, as well as some of your favorite sweets. There were small cakes, chips and dip, and hot chocolate complete with mini marshmallows.
"And how did I do?" He asked with a smile.
You grinned up at him, "Perfect."
He clapped his hands, "So we ready then?"
You nodded happily as you gingerly moved the tray to the middle of the bed, allowing Jim to climb in next to you. He let out a relaxed sigh as he leaned back.
Looking over his shoulder he quirked his brow. "Where did you get all of these pillows?"
You grinned, "I'm a comfort hoarder, you know this."
He chuckled, "Right."
He reached out his arm as you settled in to lean against him, hot chocolate in hand.
Grabbing a PAD he started to flick through the various movies you had downloaded for the evening.
"Ooh, we have to watch this later." He smiled as he pointed at Beetlejuice.
You nodded, "Of course."
"Hmm, but first." He stopped on a movie in the list and your eyes widened. You had not downloaded that one.
Immediately you shook your head, "Absolutely not."
He scoffed, "Why not? IT's a classic!"
"I don't care if it's a classic, I hate it!"
"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"
"IT is that bad" you chuckled "I watched it as a kid and it gave me nightmares, and it made me hate clowns."
"If we aren't watching IT then we aren't watching Hocus Pocus."
You gasped as you sat up, setting down your hot chocolate before you spilled it. "Those movies are not comparable! And Hocus Pocus is so much better!"
He shook his head stubbornly and you pouted at him, your eyes glaring playfully. He glared back, but you saw his resolve failing as his eyes drifted to the pout on your lips.
He finally let out a sigh and rested his head back. "Fine, we can watch Hocus Pocus, BUT, we have to watch a different horror movie if we can't watch IT."
You thought for a moment before nodding "Okay, fine, but nothing with clowns!"
He chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a kiss to your temple "Okay, nothing with clowns."
xx End xx
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way2geeky · 10 months
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Bandaged - Jim Kirk x Reader
Warnings - injury, Kirk being a worry wort, fluff, secrets.
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Y/n stands in front of the mirror using the reflection to examine the wound on her lower abdomen. She cringes at the mere sight of it. It was a deep gash that went across her lower torso. She wets a rag and soaks up as much blood as possible. The gash is too deep for a butterfly stitch. So, she opted to wrapping it till she could discreetly go to bones, without Jim noticing.
She lowers her shirt and takes in a steady breath. She doesn't like lying to him. She knows it's not so smart hiding something so important from him. It's just that he is so busy and already so stressed out. "Y/n, Beautiful you in there?" Kirk rang knocking on the bathroom door. "Yes, I'll be out there in a minute," she checked herself in the mirror making sure she seemed ok. Walking out she sees Jim taking off his boots.
"I am telling you angel; I need this uniform off. I feel like I am suffocating in this thing." He says while placing his boots in the corner by the door. Then he takes his shirt off in one fatal swoop. Y/n sits on the bed trying to read a book. Seering pain getting in her way of concentrating. Trying to seem perfectly fine so Jim does not notice is becoming increasingly harder. He eyes her across the room lovingly, already in his boxers he struts over to her climbing over her. Pinning her under him.
He kisses her deeply, holding the small of her chin and setting the book aside. "Lieutenant you are still in you uninform." He whispers in her ear in a sultry manner. "Yes I am." She countered looking up at him, his hair tickling her forehead. "Here let me make you more comfortable." Before she could say anything, he was sauntering down her body but stopping at her lower abdomen. He graces the wound slightly and she hissed at the pain. His head shoots up looking at her in pure worry and hurt. He brings his fingers up and blood coated them.
"Your hurt."
"Yes."
"Your hurt and you didn't say anything." He was calm uneasy calm as if he just doesn't know how to react.
"I didn't want you to worry about me."
"How sweet, might I ask how you would wanted me to react when I would have found you bled out on our bed!?" 
"I wouldn't have bled out. I was going to go to Mccoy."
"When?" He asks gathering his clothes around struggling to put on his boots. She tries to move but hisses once again at the pain. "When, when I have fallen asleep!? When I would have gone into my shift!? We're supposed to be a team! I love you, and you don't think I can take care of you." He finishes lowly telling himself more than he is telling her. "No, I was just trying to keep some stress from you." He turns to her, helping her up cradling her back lightly. "Y/n?" "Yes Jim?" "Never do this again." He stresses bringing you out of the room his hand never leaving her back.
Her vision starts to get blotchy about halfway there she staggers and before she could get a word out, she tumbles over. Kirk catches her and holds her close, some passing crew man ran to their aid. "Help me take her to med bay! Now!" An echo of 'yes sir' comes and as fast as he said it, he was in Bones office. his eyes trained on his girl's unconscious form.
"She is fine Jim, give her time to rest." Bones reassures putting a hand on his shoulder. "She didn't want me to worry Bones."
"Some good that did."
"It's my falt, I worry too much about her. Do you think I smother her?" "Yes, but she smothers you too so it's fair. You love her. She loves you. I can see her intentions she just was bad at it. She would have gotten that thing infected if she would have waited any longer. Hell, she could have lost so much blood that she would have been put in a coma. She did a very terrible job."
"What did she do?"
"She wrapped it as if it were a sprain. She is a sweet girl, but you can tell she is a translator." For the first time in hours of Jim's state of panic he laughs. She stirs, and they both practically jump at the bed. Jim takes her had in his as Bones does some scans. "What's happening?" She mumbled the lights blinding her.
"You're in med bay. You tried to do my job and it blew up in your face." Bones grumbled looking down at his friend. "You gave your boyfriend here a scare though, that was funny." She smiles softly up at Jim as he stares at her worrying that he could hurt her. "Hi." She mumbles, "Hi, you gave me quit a scare there." he mumbles back. Leaning down slightly, "I am sorry. I promise that it was from a place of love." She whispered as he leans down more and kisses her. Their lips move in unison, every emotion that he had these past few hours pouring out to the kiss. Taking her breath away. He leans his head on hers. Still holding her hand, and with the other he strokes her hair lightly.
"I love you, please don't do this again."
"I won't."
"Oh god, I'm going to be sick. Cheek bones could you do me a favor and go to work. Or at least stop shoving your tongue down your girlfriend throat in my med bay." They both look at him forgetting that he was there. "It's love Bones." He interjects smugly, "So that what this is. Get out of my med bay." They both get up, but Bones put a hand on Y/n shoulder. "Not you. You and I have some talking to do about medical procedures." Jim chuckles kissing her a good day and leaves relived that she is okay. She watches him leave hoping he tells him no so she doesn't have to do this. "Dammit." She mumbles.
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lavender-romancer · 8 months
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He's So Pretty 
Jim Kirk x Reader  CW: distress, angst, romance 
Kirk had no idea you felt the same way for him as he did for you, as you plan to leave Starfleet. Is it all too little too late for the two of you? 
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He felt dead inside, Kirk wouldn't show it but he couldn't stand the fact you were leaving and it hurt even more that he'd never gained the courage to be honest with you. His plan was to have a meeting with you as a farewell in his Captain's quarters before you left the enterprise when they docked in Yorktown to refuel in a few weeks. But he didn't know if he could wait that long, he'd been holding this in for so long it felt like it was begging to be let out. You were too good for him and he knew that his feelings were real because he hardly ever bit his tongue but he was terrified you wouldn't feel the same as him. The only person to ever get his tongue tied, the only person who he would always be looking for in a crowd, it was unexplainable how much he cared about you. But now... now you were leaving and fuck, he wished you knew everything going on in his head. 
"You're gonna kill yourself with guilt if you don't say something," Bones said in a matter of a fact way.
"I am aware, Bones." Jim grinned because he knew how dumb and high school it all was.
"Just tell the damn girl!" Bones exclaimed.
"Oooo. What girl is this!" Both the men jumped at the sound of your voice walking into the bar, they both went silent "Awh come on, is this a boys club conversation?" You put your hands on your hips and Kirk laughed. 
"Something like that, dumbass," Kirk looked up at you and you rolled your eyes before punching his arm.
"You love me really, no matter how many times you insult me. You're gonna miss me!" You reached over the bar and grabbed some vodka making yourself a quick mixed drink. 
"More than you know," Bones muttered so only Jim heard and gave him a look. 
"Right, drink up Cap!" You cheers' with Jim and then both downed what was in your glasses. 
"No cheers for the doctor I see," Bones rolled his eyes and you shook your head 
"Absolutely not letting you run free! I'm just pouring another drink my dear doctor." You poured a vodka shot and looked at Bones who was regretting speaking up. 
"Cheers to that I s'pose!" You and Bones clinked glasses before knocking your heads back. Kirk just looked at you in awe, his eyes looking up in adoration. Bones noticed it first and smiled to himself. 
"What's with the puppy eyes, Kirk?" You teased and Jim very slightly blushed. He thought he hid it well but you couldn't help but think about how pretty he looked. 
The following week, Kirk was mentally planning when to have that meeting with you, he had two weeks left till they docked. That wasn't that much pressure but he'd been holding in these feelings for nearly 6 years and didn't really know what to do if you didn't see him the same way. Kirk had absolutely no idea how you thought of him, he knew you were friends and maybe a bit flirty from time to time but nothing that couldn't be explained by being close friends. I mean Jim flirted with everyone, he was an Aries through and through so it didn't surprise him that regardless of gender he was going to be a bit playful. But with you, he had actual physical reactions and it was like being a teenager with a pathetic crush. You gave him butterflies, you made him nervous blush and hide his face and pretend he hadn't noticed your hand on his arm. 
Kirk couldn't help but believe you knew what you were doing but it seemed so unlikely because you were so confident, you were afraid to tell someone how you felt. Why would you keep your feelings towards him hidden if they were there? 
"Y/n, you've been asked to the Captain's quarters," Nyota told you with a friendly smile. 
"Oh lordy, what kind of going away malarkey has been prepared, I wonder." You grinned at your friend and she raised her eyebrow.
"Oi you, get that mind out of the gutter," you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure it's sweet , he's always been very thoughtful when someone leaves the ship." 
"Oh I'm sure it's very personal…" she winked and you covered your mouth so you didn't laugh. 
"What merriment have you two clowns got into then?" Bones asked as he walked past with some new equipment he'd been testing. 
"You have to be nice to me, Bones. Leaving orders say so," you narrowed your eyes at him, he stopped 
"Oh is that so, Sunshine?" He raised an eyebrow "And on whose authority is that?" 
"The Captains of course, I've been summoned to his quarters for what I can only hope is an attempt to celebrate my leaving without sounding too excited," you laughed and Bones said nothing. 
"Cat got your tongue?" Nyota asked Bones, folding her arms with a smile. 
"Oh not at all, I'm just holding it so I don't gossip like some old woman." Bones raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, puzzled. 
"Well what does that mean then?" You paused and he said nothing "Bones? What are you talking about?" 
"I mean if I can get in on some gossip where Bones is involved then I'm all ears." Nyota let one side of her mouth turn up. 
"You two are out for trouble, look it's not my secret to tell so you'll just have to find out eventually yourselves." Bones gave Nyota a knowing look and you looked between the two of them till Bones looked away. 
"Well what the hell was that?" You exclaimed looking at Nyota. 
"Well now I know you have to go and see Kirk right this second," Nyota leant against the corridor wall and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. 
"You," you pointed at Nyota, "you are a troublemaker." You laughed and headed off in the direction of Kirk's quarters. 
You had no idea what Bones was on about but deep down you hoped. You'd been pining after Jim for so long it felt like an age, you had known each other for so long that you really didn't think there was any way Jim could've gone this long without revealing his feelings. You got drunk together so often and had never even kissed, he'd never revealed any secrets about his feelings whilst inebriated. Being realistic if Kirk hadn't revealed his feelings whilst being drunk it was unlikely he had those thoughts in his head, he was so easy to get secrets out of when drunk. But you couldn't help thinking about the weird interaction between the three of you a minute ago, what did they know that you didn't? 
You knocked three times of Jims door and held the sides of your skirt with your thumbs pressing against your fingers through the fabric. It was so damn frustrating how nervous you were when you could just be walking into a normal and civil meeting. Getting your hopes up was a dangerous activity especially when it came to heartbreakers like Jim Kirk. 
"Y/n!" Jim exclaimed, opening the door with a big smile, he stood back and let you step in. 
 "To what do I owe the pleasure." You looked around the room you'd been in often and considered that you might never see it again. 
"Come sit," he gestured to the sofa with a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses. "Your departure has made me think about a lot of things." As you sat down Jim began pouring. 
"What kind of things Kirk?" You narrowed your eyes. 
"It's hard to determine, I mean definitely thinking of the past" Kirk carried on for a while, talking in what you would call filler but you weren't listening. He looked so fucking pretty, his eyebrows moving every now and then, his hair a bit ruffled after he had got changed. Jim was so so pretty and you didn't know how to focus on anything else, watching his lips move you just wanted to shut him up and kiss him. 
"Y/n?" You snapped out of it "Do you know what I mean?" Kirk asked and you had to think for a moment about what would be a neutral reply so a question you hadn't heard any of. 
"....yes?" You said in a curious tone and Jim laughed. 
"You weren't listening were you," he smiled and you giggled. 
"Not my fault you look so pretty," you mumbled into your glass as you took a drink, you thought it was quiet enough but Jim had heard and he almost choked on the wine in his own mouth. 
"Was that a compliment I just heard?" Jim tried to play it cool but his voice cracked on the last word and you burst out laughing. 
"Okay well now you deserve no explanation if you can't even get through puberty properly." You smiled at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"Well I'm not the one who thinks I'm pretty, am I. Hmm?" Jim teased. 
"Well, I'M not the one who can't speak without sounding like a pre-teen." You shot back, jokingly narrowing your eyes at him. 
"You're a little shit, you know that?" Jim asked, placing his glass down. 
"Well you won't have to put up with it for too much longer will you," you joked and a silence fell between the both of you, joking like this had made Kirk forget about that fact "Are you okay, Kirk?" 
You looked deep into his eyes and it took all his willpower not to take your face in his hands and kiss you. Instead he stood up and walked around the room, hands on his hips he sighed. 
"Well now I know you're not alright," you paused and stood up, there was a distance between you both and you were slowly closing it down "What's wrong?" You asked at almost a whisper.
Kirk turned around and you were only a few steps away from him, his eyes were unreadable but looked deep into yours. He closed off the gap between the two of you and took you into a deep hug, you were caught off guard but didn't stop him. Instead you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly and leant your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes the moment felt like forever and you didn't want to let go because it would mean you leaving him was something real. Kirk's hand went up to the back of your neck and slowly stroked your hair. The affectionate action could have made you cry if you weren't so determined to not reveal to him how you felt. 
"There's something I need to tell you, Y/n." Kirk said near your ear and you drew apart, still holding onto his arms
"What is it?" You looked into his eyes and tried to read them, glancing down at his lips you bit the inside of his cheek. 
"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Y/n. I can't help it and- and I've tried to show it but fuck, you won't let me. I can't think straight when you're around me and I've been pining after you for so long it doesn't even feel real that you're leaving now," Kirk's eyes held so much emotion you feared you might fall into them. How…how was this real? 
The silence had been considerable now and you didn't know what to do, your mouth slightly open and staring into his eyes. You couldn't find the words so you just hugged him again, closer than before. Jim held the back of your head, scared you'd slip away forever. You mumbled something against his shoulder and he perked up. 
"What was that?" He whispered and you turned your head to lay your cheek on his shoulder. 
"I can't believe this has happened, I- fuck. I wasn't expecting it," You whispered and it made Kirk so anxious that he just held you until you'd eventually slip away. 
"You can leave whenever you want," Kirk told you and you really did feel like you could but you didn't want to. Kirk may have been holding you but only because you allowed it to be so. 
"What if I don't want to?" You asked, slightly pulling away from his shoulder and looking into his eyes with a smile. 
"What?" Jim whispered, not believing what you were saying.
"What if I don't think what you're saying is crazy," you let your hands run down his arms till you were holding his hands "I don't know what you know about how I feel o-or how I…" you trailed off trying to find your words "But my feelings aren't so far from yours."
"You're making me fucking hope for something now," Kirk grinned. 
"Oh shut up, talk like the normal Jim, please. I'm not used to you being all soppy." You teased, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. 
"You mean say something like how fucking highschool this all is?" Jim gripped your hands before looking down at your lips and back to your eyes. 
"I mean I'm not surprised you come neatly packaged up with some drama." You raised an eyebrow and he just rolled his eyes. 
"Oh do shut up," he let go of your hands and put them on either side of your face before leaning forward and kissing you. 
You rested your hands on his forearms, leaning into the kiss as a warmth spread into your stomach. It was almost unbelievable that this morning neither of you knew how the other really felt and honestly you found it extremely endearing how honest Jim was. 
"All the planets, places and people to see but all I wanted was you," Jim whispered when you drew apart and leant your foreheads together. You smiled and looked at him, he looked so lovely, all happy and pink cheeked. 
"You're so pretty," you paused and he laughed "No I mean it, just so pretty." You trailed off and looked into his eyes, you could only imagine what they would look like in between your thighs…
"Someone's getting distracted by a thought, you've got that glazed over look." Jim narrowed his eyes. 
"Ohhhh, nothing…" you turned around and pulled his hand with you "Just how much prettier you'd look going down on me. You know, nothing that exciting." You sat down on the sofa and held your wine in your hand as you crossed your legs. Bringing the glass to your mouth you raised an eyebrow and Kirk ran his tongue along his top set of teeth, thinking. 
"I mean I can't say what it would look like from your point of view, but seeing you like that would be angelic," he walked towards you and knelt down Infront of you.
"Guess you'll just have to prove it won't you," You were teasing him now but Jim didn't seem to mind. 
Jim was running his hands up your thighs until he met the hem of your dress, moving his hands inwards till they met the crossover of your legs. 
"We could test your theory, you know, for research." He gave you a shit eating grin and you uncrossed your legs, leaning down to be face to face with him. 
"Come on then pretty boy, prove your worth to me." You whispered and he looked so damn excited he could burst, you always suspected Kirk had a submissive streak. 
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littlemaatta · 2 years
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Personal Protection Squad - Jim Kirk x Reader
Anonymous said: Prompt: Kirk having a huge crush on the reader, who is close friends with many on the bridge and on the enterprise. Due to his womanizer reputation (and because they fear Kirk might break her heart) the crew, specially Bones, Spock, Chekov and Sulu (honestly, the man has a sword and knows how to use it), run interference in what Scotty has dubbed "the cockblock brigade"
a/n: let me just say how much I LOVE this request, been working on this for SO long and I’m super in love with it and I hope you are too!!
warnings: some language, some threats made
reader is described as: female. no size, skin, or hair descriptors. 
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Jim Kirk knew he was in deep as soon as he laid eyes on you, the day you joined the crew. He would pass you in the corridors of the ship and you would smile politely, he would see you in engineering, or in medbay.. Now, he watches as you throw your head back with laughter pouring from your mouth, a few tables away in the mess hall of the Enterprise. 
His gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends as they join him at the table. Bones turns his head towards you, sitting with Sulu and Chekov, laughing at something Hikaru had said. He shares a look with the Vulcan beside him before they both turn back to their Captain across the table.
The two officers distract Jim long enough for Chekov and Sulu to leave the mess with you. Jim and Spock make their way back to the bridge and Bones back to medbay to go on with their days. Though Jim doesn’t stop thinking of you, just like every other day.
His feelings for you have grown, despite someone seemingly always interrupting your short but lovely conversations. One time, he had been sitting with you in the mess, having a wonderful time together when Scotty had come and quite literally pulled him away.
Another time, you had been sharing a turbolift and as soon as the doors opened, Bones had come in and whisked you away, muttering something about needing to do your annual check-up. 
Little does Jim know, this is all intentional. Ever since they realized Jim had a crush on you, the crew of the Enterprise has been working hard to keep the Captain away from you.
Jim wasn’t the only one who took an immediate liking to you when you came aboard the ship. You made fast friends with almost every member of the crew, which is why some of them have now taken it upon themselves to protect you from their Captain. 
Scotty has even taken to calling their little group the “Cockblock Brigade”. 
They all cared for you too much to let Jim break your heart, so they became your own personal protection squad, and they hoped neither you or Jim would become wise to their actions.
But they weren’t very subtle, and you weren’t stupid; so it only took a few weeks of certain people always popping into your conversations with Jim for you to notice the pattern.
As soon as you realized, you sent Jim a message to meet you at a time and place none of your friends would know about.
He arrived on the deck named in the aforementioned message, looking down at his PADD to confirm the location, then glancing around in search of the person who had sent it. 
As he takes a hesitant step down the corridor, a sudden tap on his shoulder makes him jump in surprise.
He turns to find you standing behind him, an amused smile on your lips at his tiny jump, and a matching smile replaces the shocked look previously on his face. 
“Hello,” he says with a smile, before you place your finger to your lips and shush him. He raises an eyebrow at your action but obliges as your hand finds his wrist and you pull him into a storage room. 
“Okay, I think it’s safe here.” you say after looking around the room. 
“Safe? Are we in an old spy movie?” Jim asks with a laugh.
At the semi-serious look on your face, his laughter stops. 
“What? Why all the secrecy?” he asks.
You sigh, gesturing for him to sit down beside you on a crate of supplies. “We’re being watched. I didn’t know if you had noticed.” Jim still looks confused so you carry on, “Scotty, Bones, Sulu, Chekov, Spock. They’re trying to keep us away from each other. Haven’t you noticed them constantly interrupting our conversations?”
Jim opens his mouth to speak but stops and thinks back on just a few occasions in the past few weeks. He gasps when the realization hits him, “You’re right!”
“I know!”
You share a look before both bursting into laughter at the thought of your friends scheming to keep you apart. 
You quickly shush him though, still on high alert and concerned that your nosey friends may find you before you get to say what you need to.
“So I think I’ve figured out why our conversations conveniently are interrupted by the same set of people,” you start, pausing to gauge Jim’s reaction, hoping for some sign that he gets where you’re going with this.
“Go on..” he prods.
“I think they figured out I have a slight crush on you.” you muse, looking anywhere but your captain’s face as your face and neck get hot with embarrassment and anxiety.
Jim inhales so fast that he chokes on the air and starts coughing. You turn to him with wide and slightly amused eyes as he hacks away, slapping his own chest a few times.
“You alright there?” you ask, a joking tone to your voice as he finally catches his breath.
“Yep. Yep.. I am great. One lung short now but that’s fine.” he answers. You laugh softly as his face turns even redder. He clears his throat, “I just didn’t expect you to say that.”
“I hope you’re not about to make fun of me Kirk.” 
“No, no. Of course not.” he rushes out, “I just... I didn’t think that you... I thought that you wouldn’t like me back.”
“Well why wouldn’t-” you start defensively before realizing what he said. “You’re not... you like me too?” 
“From the first time we met.” he says sheepishly with a dopey smile on his face. 
You return the smile and your confidence finally comes back, “Well, I think you better ask me on a date then.”
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The next few weeks are spent going on secret dates with Jim, sneaking around the ship and avoiding your protection squad at all costs.
When you’re finally comfortable with telling them about it, you and Jim decide to have a little fun.
You find them all sitting together in a near empty mess hall and join them at the table. They all greet you warmly and you join the conversation.
As planned, Jim arrives 5 minutes later and suddenly the empty seat to your right is taken by Scotty who moved from across the table, faster than you have ever seen him move.
Jim is not deterred and taps Scotty on the shoulder. Scotty turns to him, trying and failing to keep his expression neutral and act like he hadn’t just randomly sprinted to get to that seat. “Yes, Captain?”
“Could I sit there Scotty?”
“Oh is it your seat now? I suppose since you’re the Captain you think you just own everything on the ship aye? Well let me tell you something laddie-”
“I’d just like to sit next to my girlfriend Mr. Scott.” Jim says with an innocent smile.
Scotty ignores this as he continues his tirade about Jim thinking he is “hot shit”. 
“I maintain this ship with my blood, sweat, and tears-” Scotty suddenly stops. He gulps before turning to look at you and then back to Jim before looking at Bones, “Did he say what I think he said?”
“I think he did.” Bones replies, glaring at Jim.
“Geez Bones, if looks could kill…” Jim smirks at the doctor.
“Looks might not be able to but my sword sure can.” Sulu answers, giving an equally menacing glare to Jim.
You let out a laugh at that and the cockblock brigade seems to remember you are there as they all turn to look at you with sad expressions.
“Y/N darlin’-” Bones starts but you cut him off.
“Listen, as adorable as I think it is that you all wanted to look out for me like this, I am actually capable of making my own decisions. And I have decided that I want to be with Jim. We’ve been hanging out for a couple weeks now and I think it’s going really well..” you trail off, looking to Jim for confirmation to which he smiles and nods, “So thank you all but.. we’re okay. The cockblock brigade can retire.”
You give Scotty a teasing look when you mention his name for the group, he sheepishly smiles in response.
“Alright, we’ll leave ya be lass.” Scotty gets up to move back to his original seat and stops to glare at Jim, “But you listen here.. if you ever hurt her, we’re all coming for you. Aye?” he gestures to the others and Jim receives a glare and nod from each one.
Jim smiles, “I promise you Scotty, if I ever do hurt her, I will gladly let you hurt me. Because that is the last thing I ever want to do.”
The group nods, seeming satisfied with his response, and finally you are allowed to have a conversation with your friends and Jim at once. 
And once they see you together, your friends realize they may have done more harm than good by keeping you apart for so long.
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Imagine...
...that you’re sent by the Starfleet brass to evaluate the Enterprise. They’re suspicious about what Bones did to save Jim after Khan and all of the crews actions during the events of Into Darkness. The crew is less than pleased by your presence and make it known.
You didn’t want the assignment. You want it even less when you start having feelings for the over protective Captain who keeps trying to stall your investigation.
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So over work, miss being creative. SEND HELP IN THE FORM OF REQUESTS
Pwease?
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Come on, Spock, what mysterious relative is it this time?
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they'll transport just about anything on here!
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The depth of Kirk being a big himbo in his slut era all the time in a very overt human way, while also being a huge nerd brainiac supercomputer on legs.
Contrasting Spock, who is a supercomputer on legs, but ALSO a big himbo in his slut era in a very overt Vulcan way.
Proof: He is so TOUCHY with his captain. He lets touch be a staple in their relationship and just. Doesn’t mention its significance to his culture. Lets people think it’s just him “putting up with” his captain. To non-Vulcans, sure that excuse works. But any Vulcan with working eyes knows what he’s up to. They’re silently scandalized.
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Pairing: AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.
Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex
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The instances were few and far between, but his help was better than you trying to monkey around with the inner workings of your car, your auto-tractor, your auto-planter—hell, a time or two, he fixed your bicycle. Jim Kirk was whip-smart, good with his hands, and nice to look at. It always felt like an uneven exchange—your things fixed for a hot shower and a meal. But he never asked for more, and never took your money when you tried to pay him. 
He used to flirt when he came by. At least, he’d try to. You hadn’t known exactly how to take it at first. Usually, you just flubbed some sort of excuse and hurried off to do something else, or to pretend to do something else—anything to hide the flustered expression on your rapidly heating face. He’d make a pass or two at dinner, but when you flubbed those, too, he’d let it go. 
It was his smile that threw you. It was always so easy, and cocky—so disarming. And his eyes were so intense. When he looked at you, you felt like he could see right through you. It was at once comforting and maddening. Once the flirting attempts stopped, conversation became easier. 
You could usually find him when you needed him, and then one day, you just…Couldn’t. Winona told you that he’d left to join Starfleet. At the start, you sort of expected him to roll up to your barn when your tech broke down. You thought he’d ditch Starfleet the way he’d never really been able to stick to much else. But when he didn’t turn back up, well…You moved on. It was a bummer, sure, but you got over it for the most part. You found someone else to fix your mechs, though they seemed to never do the job just right. That was why you’d neglected calling them at the first sign of trouble with your auto-planter. You managed tiny patch fixes yourself. You learned to kick the can down the road until you absolutely had to call someone. 
That’s what found you sweating, oil-smeared, and frustrated in your barn as you peered at the inner-workings of the planter’s mechanism. You’d burned two of your fingers, jabbed two more with spark pieces. You let out a frustrated huff, wiping sweat from your brown before leaning back just a little. One more thing. You’d try one more thing before you threw in the towel. You leaned in again, raising your hands to the mechanism. You took up a wire that had fallen loose of its mooring. You braced your hand on the side of the planter, squinting just a little as you leaned in, raising the wire to where you were almost certain it was meant to go. 
For a moment, it seemed to be working—and then you felt a shock shooting through your fingertips and scuttling up your arm. You hissed, dropping the wire and wrenching your arm back before you reached up, whacking the side of the planter with a spitting, “Son of a bitch!”
“Well that’s not gonna fix it.” 
You whirled around, your heart leaping into your throat at the sound of his voice. He leaned in the doorway of the barn, his gaze and smile as disarming as ever. You swallowed thickly as you pushed yourself up and off of the stool that you’d been sitting on. 
“...Hasn’t hurt, so far,” You argued. 
“Doesn’t seem to like it’s helping, either.” 
He pushed off of the door frame, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He neared, eyes set intently on yours as he brushed past you. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over the seat of the stool. You turned to watch him, arms folded stubbornly over your chest as he lowered himself to sit on the stool. He leaned in to assess the damage, setting his hand on the same place as you had just moments before. 
“...What are you doing back here?” You asked after a moment. 
“I’m on shore leave. Came to visit my mom. I was passing by earlier, expected to see the planter going.” 
“You see your mom already?” 
“Uh-huh.”  
You nodded a little, shifting from foot to foot as Jim leaned back again. It was a relief in a way that it shouldn't have been. It meant that he wouldn't be rushing off—or rather, that you wouldn't be holding him up.
“Can you pass me the magna-spanner?” He added.
“Uh—” You glanced around, spotting the toolbox by your foot before you leaned down, taking up the tool. You walked closer, holding it out to him. Jim turned his head, taking it with a mutter of thanks. Before you could draw away, he caught hold of your wrist. Your heart thudded as he held your hand carefully, looking over the irritated tips of your fingers. 
“...What’d you do?” He asked, warm breath making your fingers twitch where it brushed the stinging skin as he glanced up at you.
“I was just—” You faltered, nodding toward the planter. “I was fixing it.” 
Jim’s brows quirked in slight amusement. He held your gaze as he turned his head, brushing a tender kiss to the irritated fingertips. Then he let go, turning away from you to refocus on the planter. You tucked your arms across your chest again warily, fingers tingling, tipping your head as you watched him work. 
“You just gonna stand there?” He asked after a moment.
“Yes.”
“Don’t trust me?”
“Just trying to see what you're doing so I can fix it next time.”
“How long has it been down?” 
“Um…” You considered, biting your lip, “Like…It’s been kinda messed up for about a month, but completely down for two—? Days? Maybe three.” 
“Everyone in this town forget how to fix a planter or something?” 
You rolled your eyes at the rhetorical inquiry, even as Jim turned and gave you a cheeky smile. 
“What else is broken around here?” He asked, turning back to the planter. You considered fibbing, telling him that this was it. Instead, you countered: “How much time do you have?” 
-- 
Where you used to leave Jim alone to fix things, now you trailed him around your barn, passing tools, asking questions, grabbing parts. Maybe he hated it—maybe he wasn’t in the mood for you to talk so much. But he took all of the questions in stride, offering you answers, tips, tricks he preferred to use. 
Night had fallen by the time Jim climbed down from the tractor with a contented sigh, tossing you the keys and drawing a rag that you'd given him out of his pocket. 
“Thanks,” You said, tucking them into your pocket. “It’s, uh…It’s pretty late.”
“Yeah.” 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you here like this.” 
“Nah, s’alright. Glad I could help.” 
“You due back at your mom’s?” 
“Nope.” 
Jim looked up from where he was cleaning his hands on the rag, peering up at you from beneath his lashes. Your mouth worked wordlessly for a moment, your mind flooding with possibilities. 
“We should get cleaned up,” Jim offered before you could say a thing. 
“Right, yes. That’s a good, um—I mean, I feel grimy.”
-- 
It was an old house—been in the family for hundreds of years. Most of it had been updated, but you couldn’t remember the last time the lone bathroom had been fixed up. 
There was an old clawfoot tub, one that you hardly ever used. There was also a large shower, with glass walls and a granite bench. You knew that Jim knew the way to it, but you found yourself leading him up there, anyway. You stepped inside first, and you turned to see Jim hesitate at the door. He eyed the threshold before his eyes flickered to you. For the first time, you saw something other than his usual bravado. But then you nodded him closer, offered, “Coming?”, and his expression melted into a familiar, smiling ease. He took the two steps to get himself inside and shut the door behind. 
You turned to the shower, kicking your shoes off and nudging them into the corner of the room before you headed over to start the taps. You leaned in just far enough, and took your briefly hidden expression to let your nerves wash over you. Over the rough pounding of your heart, you could hear him coming closer. It was chased by the buzz of him undoing a zipper. You kept your back to him as you drew your shirt up and over your head, tossing it toward the hamper. 
“What made you change your mind?” He asked softly. You shrugged a little. 
“You haven’t been around much.” 
“Miss me?” 
“Don’t know when you’ll be around next, that’s all,” You insisted, reaching back to unhook and remove your bra. “Figured I may as well—while you’re nearby.” 
“Hard up for townies?” 
“...You’ve never been a townie, Kirk.” 
“No?” 
“You never wanted to be.” 
Jim was quiet for a moment before he took a step closer. You felt the heat of his body against your back as you undid your pants and pushed them down. The bathroom was beginning to warm with the rising heat of the water, though it had yet to fill the room with steam. You crouched down just a touch, tossing your pants and underwear in the same direction as the shirt and bra. 
You took one cursory glance over your shoulder, catching sight of Jim’s bare skin before you stepped into the shower. You dipped your head into the warm stream, sighing as it washed over your sweaty, oil-streaked, sore body. You took a step to the side just a bit to give Jim some room as he followed—but he didn’t seem to want room. He cuddled up against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder. You smiled, glancing down and watching the water run through his hair, trickling down the slope of his nose, over the curve of his lips, down the swell of his jaw. You hesitantly raised a hand, swiping your thumb through an errant smudge of oil. He smiled, nudging his head against your neck. You reached out, pumping some soap into your hand. You turned in his arms, rubbing your palms together and raising your hands. You smoothed them over his neck, then up over his jaw. You swept your thumbs, scrubbing gently to remove the sweat and oil from the apples of his cheeks. You felt him watching you as you carefully swept the soap over the bridge of his nose, and across his forehead. 
Jim walked you back carefully, tipping his head up into the spray. It was a relief, the way his eyes slid shut. It meant that he wasn’t watching you anymore. You smiled, rinsing your hands before you raised them, soothing away the stray suds. You slid your hands down, over his shoulders, tracing his toned arms, and scrubbing at the odd streak of dirt and oil that he'd missed with the rag. He blinked to clear a few drops of water, tipping his head down toward you. Jim’s hands slid over your middle before they skimmed further down, along your back. You smiled as he groped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he drew you closer. A giggle escaped you; you couldn’t help it. A smile bloomed across Jim’s voice at the sound.
He dipped his head, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. He guided your chin up just a touch, brushing his lips against yours. You’d been convincing yourself to take little leaps all evening—so why should this be any different? You surged in, pressing your lips to Jim’s. He hummed at the move, intrigued. One of his hands smoothed warmly up your back, pressing your slicked bodies together more acutely. You shivered at the brush of your hardening nipples against his chest. 
You smoothed a hand up Jim’s nape, running your fingers through his hair. The strands were slick and soft to touch. You tipped your head to the side just a touch, parting your lips. You couldn’t help but smile as your tongues teased together, mouths opening at nearly the same time. Jim laughed softly, steering you back toward the shower bench. 
“Read my mind,” He mumbled between kisses. You chuckled as he nudged you to sit. You peered up at Jim in the steamy room, resting your hands on his thighs. Before he could do anything else, you leaned in, trailing kisses down his torso. You smoothed your hand along his hip, trailing your nails lightly over his thigh before palming his hardening cock. You smiled as Jim’s hand lifted to rest against the wall behind you. You grasped his cock more firmly, twisting your wrist as you pumped him from the base. You peered up at him, smiling as he swept his tongue across his lips. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be a cue or not, but you leaned in nonetheless, poking your tongue out and swiping it along the underside of his head. 
Jim groaned low in his throat, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. You smiled, taking him into your mouth and letting your eyes slide closed. You focused on the warmth and weight of him as he slid between your lips, and the twitch of his shaft as you swirled your tongue along his glans. You tipped your head from side to side, sliding your mouth from his cock for a moment to tease your lips along the shaft before taking him in again, speeding the bob of your head.
“Fuck,” He groaned, resting his hand on the crown of your head. You held carefully still as he thrust into your mouth. You moaned softly, sliding your hands around Jim’s thighs and urging him on. Jim guided you a touch deeper, swiping his thumb along the nape of your neck and nudging you further down his shaft.
“You know,” He grunted, “That’s not why I wanted you to sit.” 
You leaned off of him just a touch, poking your tongue to catch a pearl of precum before tipping your chin up to catch sight of him. 
“No?” 
Jim shook his head, gently pushing your hand back from his cock. Before you could ask, or stand, or move, he knelt on the floor of the shower, between your legs. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as he smoothed his hands up your inner thighs. His gaze darted between the apex of your thighs and your face, questioning. You shifted a little on the bench, nodding. Jim smiled, nodding you further forward. You scooted forward nervously, ass sliding slightly on the granite.
“You’re getting that look,” Jim commented, sliding his hands to your outer thighs. 
“What look?” You frowned, shaking your head. 
“The look you’d get when I used to flirt with you.” 
“Tha—Noooo,” You laugh, shaking your head a little bit, “No, that’s not my face. I mean—That was my face then, but that’s not what my face is doing right now.” 
“Oh-ho-ho, yes it is,” Jim chuckled, nodding. He knelt up, nudging his nose against yours. 
“We can slow down,” He offered, lips tenderly brushing yours. You smiled, raising your hands to tenderly cup his cheeks, pecking his lips. 
“I’m alright.” 
“You sure?” 
“Mhm. It’s just…It’s been a while, that’s all.” 
Jim let out a sympathetic hum, chasing you for another kiss. He nipped at your lip, giving it a cheeky tug before sucking it between his lips. You groaned, tracing his cupid’s bow before leaning back just enough to break the kiss for a heady, heated moment. He teased his tongue along yours, moaning softly into your opened mouth. You were so caught up in his kisses that you didn’t so much as gasp as he slid his fingers between your legs. He smoothed them carefully over your pussy lips first, giving it a few gentle passes, as if to acclimate you to the feeling. You leaned into his touch encouragingly. You felt his lips pull into a smile as he smoothed his middle finger upward gently, tapping, then swirling against your clit. 
Your mouth fell open with a shivering moan at the sensation. Jim took full advantage, lapping deeply into your mouth as he continued to work your clit over with soft, unhurried movements. As your kisses broke, you rested your forehead against Jim’s, panting slightly, eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling. Jim’s kisses drifted from your cheek to your jaw, and lower still as his fingers teased gently over your slickening cunt. He eased one finger in, letting out an encouraging murmur as your cunt fluttered around the digit. He nuzzled against your chest, lapping gently over one of your nipples before drawing it between his lips. 
You pulled in a gasp, arching up into his mouth as your hips rolled down against his touch. Jim eased the finger in deeper, grinding his palm in steady circles against your clit. He let go of one nipple in favor of the other, tongue flicking it incessantly. You tipped your chin down and found Jim grinning up at you as he eased another finger into your pussy. 
“That feel good?” He murmured. 
“Yes.” 
“You want more?” 
“Is that a serious question?” 
Jim laughed, leaning in and pecking your lips again before he lowered himself between your legs again. He kept his eyes on yours again as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your mound. You couldn’t help your bashful smile as he blinked those pretty blue eyes at you and teased his tongue out. He swirled it around your clit, gaze set on yours. And then, to your utter surprise, Jim moaned, his eyelids fluttering before falling shut. Your body prickled under the sweat and steam, stunned by Jim’s tongue lapped and laved over you. You wove your fingers through his hair, shifting your hips down against his tongue and fingers. He took each of your subtle directions in turn, leveling sucking kisses to your clit as your cunt throbbed around his fingers. 
You moaned, leaning back against the shower wall, the odd droplet of water splattering over your shivering, shuddering form. Jim nuzzled against your cunt, groaning more openly as he lapped broadly over your plumped lips. He twisted his wrist, easing another finger into you before curling them toward himself. You tightened your grip on his hair, drawing in a greedy breath as Jim pumped his wrist more quickly. 
“Fuck, Jim, I’m—” 
Jim hummed approvingly, sucking your clit more pointedly than before. You couldn’t get out another word as you hinged forward, knees tightening around his shoulders, thighs quivering as your hips shoved against his lips and hand. Jim leaned off just a touch, smoothing his tongue along your clit until you loosened your grip on his hair, scooching back from him again. You looked down at Jim, taking in his bright eyes, his grin, his slick lips and chin, and his hard cock where it bobbed between his legs. 
--  
“Fuck,” Jim hissed, one hand steadying your hip, the other bracing against the wall as he eased his cock into you. “Remind me why we waited so long to do this?” 
“I don’t know,” You groaned, pushing back against him, “But I think you’re gonna have to visit more often.” 
“To fix your equipment?” 
“Is that what we’re calling this?” 
Jim laughed openly, resting his head against your shoulder again. You could feel his forehead shift, and were certain that he was staring at your ass, eyeing where his cock disappeared into you. 
“Shit,” He breathed, “Look at that.” 
Your body went hot with his warm murmur, and you found yourself tipping your head forward to rest against the cool tile on the wall. 
“C’mon, Kirk, you can’t tell me you’re hard up when you’re out there.” 
“Don’t say ‘hard up’.” 
Your snicker turned to a cackle as Jim snaked his arm from your hip to wrap around your middle. He only gave you a moment or so to adjust before he carefully rolled his hips. You shivered, pressing back into him. The two of you pushed against one another at once, each loosing your own pleased groans and low curses. 
“Screw coming home. I’m bringing you back to the Enterprise with me,” Jim groaned, pressing his face into your neck. 
“Move,” You urged, “Please?” 
His only answer to your plea was to snap his hips forward. Your voice caught in your throat, fingers flexing against the wet tile as you fought the urge to grip at something. Jim kept up a steady pace, the slick slapping of your hips mingling with the pattering of the shower against the floor. His hand slipped between where you were pressed up against the wall, and you let out a shaky whimper as his pruned fingertips brushed over your still-sensitive clit. You ground back against him with renewed force, chasing the stretch of his cock and the slide of his fingers. 
“Fuck, Jim,” You moaned as his pace picked up, his grip on your middle tightening. The fingers on your clit seemed to shake and strain to keep up his ministrations. You could feel his pace becoming more and more frantic, swiping and circling as he had with his tongue. Your own release was growing closer and closer, and you were certain from his movements that he wasn’t far behind. You reached back, palming his hip and urging him on as the feeling crested. You came with a whine of his name, your cunt clutching at him. Jim pushed a growl into your skin as his hips pushed against yours with harsher, renewed purpose. It was only a handful of thrusts before he came with a groan, hips stalling, slamming, and then stalling again as he filled you. 
Neither of you moved for a few long moments. Then Jim lifted his head, nosing sweetly along your neck. 
“We should get cleaned up before you run out of hot water.” 
You reached a hand out, waving it under the shower spray. 
“Too late.” 
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“Thanks for your help today.” 
“You can always send me a message, you know, something,” He offered, “The next time something breaks down. I could talk you through the fix.” 
You looked down, smiling a little, eyeing where James’ head rested on your shoulder. The two of you had moved to your bed after dinner. His hair was still a little damp, but not enough to be a bother. You shrugged. 
“I might. Depends on how bad it is. I was paying attention to what you were doing before, you know.” 
“Oh, I know,” Jim stretched widely before lazily throwing his arm around your middle. “You kept very close. And I’m an excellent teacher.” 
You rolled your eyes, turning your gaze up toward the ceiling. 
“I’ve had worse.” 
“...You better mean you’ve had a worse teacher,” Jim warned, tipping his head up to look at you. You forced your face into a contemplative pout, and only managed a, “Well…” before Jim was rolling over, skittering his hands along your sides. You shrieked, squirming and trying to bat his hands away. He caught hold of them easily, pinning them beside your head. You grinned, taking in his bright eyes, and his darling smile. It softened to something a little sweeter as he dipped his head, given you a long, soothing kiss. 
“Mind if I stop by again?” He murmured, nuzzling his nose against yours, “The next time I’m on shore leave?” 
“To check on my equipment?” 
“...Is that what we’re calling this?”
"Already reneging on your offer to take me with you?" You added, worming your arms out of his grip and tucking your hands behind your head. "That's cold, Kirk."
"Well if we're both up there, we won't know when the planter's down."
"That's a tidy little loophole."
"I've built my career off the back of tidy little loopholes."
You chuckled, raising a hand to stroke his cheek as you nodded.
"I'd like for you to stop by again...If you want to."
"I want to," He reassured, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to your neck, "I haven't tried that tub out yet."
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beam-meup-scotty · 4 months
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sometimes i think about how james t kirk ( the best captain in starfleet ) canonically has a reputation for being
a ) problematic
b ) a Whore
and this is consistent in every single interpretation of him
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lavender-romancer · 2 years
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With Him
Jim Kirk x (pink haired) Reader
CW: arguing, angst, perceived cheating
Jim thinks you've been cheating on him and he doesn't know how to discuss it with you
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Jim rounded the corner of the enterprise and suddenly caught sight of your unmistakable pink head of hair coming out of someone else's quarters, he was utterly confused. He stayed back a little bit just to see what was going on, you were coming out of someone in engineering's private quarters with your hair messy and one of your boots unzipped at the back. Jim's mind could only go to the worst possible eventuality and god it hurt, even if it wasn't true even the mental suggestion that you could cheat on him was agonising.
"I'll see you next week!" You called to the Lieutenant who's room you'd come out of. Kirk wanted to cave in his face and let blood pour into his stupid white tank top. But he stayed back, pretending to check something on comms as other people walked past.
What could you possibly be doing in that room, Kirk trusted you but God he couldn't think of a reason other than some form of betrayal. Your relationship was hardly 20 years old or anything but he had never been given a reason to mistrust you like this. Or… was he overreacting? Kirk was questioning his own head and couldn't tell if he was gaslighting himself because he didn't want to believe you'd want to be with someone else. But if you had slept with someone else why would you do it so publically? Everyone knew about the nature of your relationship and how long you'd been together after meeting on the last long voyage of the Enterprise you'd been inseparable.
Kirk saw a mess of pink hair underneath engineer goggles as someone fiddled with something near the core. Scotty saw Kirk first and greeted him happily-
"How are you sir! It's been so long," he shook Kirk's hand and you suddenly shot your head upwards and whacked your head on the heat sensor you were working on "Agh, lassie what have you done there? Let me help you up." Scotty put out his hand and you rolled out from under the machinery.
Your hair had been slightly singed off at the ends of a part of your hair as you hurriedly tied it up into a ponytail that wasn't exactly neater than before. You smiled at the Captain as you now realised this was your first meeting and you were fucking it up.
"Now this is Y/n YS/n, a brilliant new addition. She's been on voyages for years but recently got accepted into the Enterprise graduate system." Scotty beamed looking from you to Kirk as you took off your goggles and looked properly into Kirk's eyes.
There was a momentary silence where you both looked into eachothers eyes and you swore there was something there. Scotty looked from you to the captain and back again, not knowing how to break the silence so he coughed into the back of his hand and Kirk hurriedly stuck out his hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, I've been coming to meet all the new crew members before we get into anything interesting." Kirk shook your hand and your heart sank as you had kidded yourself into thinking he wanted to meet you which on second thought would have made no sense.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir." You smiled widely at him and his hand lingered in yours before you both realised where you were and drew them away quickly with a laugh coming from both of you. You could tell Scotty was going to take the piss out of you later for all this.
Kirk was so distracted by how beautiful you were, your hair was a deep raspberry colour that suited your skin tone beautifully. It was so striking, almost as striking as your beauty but he didn't dwell too long before making his leave. He was so distracted looking at you as he walked backwards that he tripped over a pipe and you turned around to laugh without making him feel too embarrassed. Scotty went to help Kirk up and he brushed himself off, sending you a mischievous smile his cheeks were pink as your hair as he turned and walked away the right way this time.
"Well what an earth was that if not love at first sight?" Scotty asked and you playfully punched his arm before pushing your goggles back onto your eyes and carrying on with your work. But you couldn't help thinking about your Captain.
It was actually Scotty that had set up their first proper date, fancying himself to be a bit of a matchmaker after he took you under his wing. Even Keenser approved of the two of you which made it even more real to Kirk. Scotty let the two of you use his office to sit and get better acquainted after he brought you into the office for different reasons and then told you you had to talk. After that you hung out more, your first kiss was on the engine deck behind some machinery where no one would see. It was Kirk's fondest memory of that whole voyage, you looked angelic when you smiled and the smile you let out after you kissed him was so beautiful. Even though Kirk branded himself a Ladies Man, he was so damn nervous around you that he knew it was special. You were in control most of the time because you had a cooler head even though the two of you were both lovesick fools.
Your relationship really progressed on your first home leave where you unofficially moved in together, Kirk determined it this way because you'd go between each other's quarters and love there together for a few weeks at a time. Setting up little dates for each other, cooking together and playing stupid board games that reminded Kirk of home. Kirk took you to meet his mother and his closest friends on the Enterprise, Bones entertained you the most with his commentary on Jim that openly shamed him for being a bit of a whore.
That was 4 years ago, so what the fuck was going on now. Your anniversary was soon approaching and Kirk just couldn't think of a rational reason you'd be in that engineers room. Who was this man? Why was he with you? Kirk's rational brain was telling himself he was being controlling even though he hadn't vocalised any of it.
"I can't make heads or tails of it, Bones." Jim took a swig of whiskey as he sat with elbows on the bar.
"Oh come on Jim, there's no chance in Heaven or Hell that Y/n is being unfaithful. Have you seen the way she looks at you? She's so damn in love." Bones shook his head as he poured himself another drink.
"But why was she there, I just… I can't think of any reason she'd be coming out of his room looking all disheveled and boots not done up. I know I'm being over-observant but fuck, I don't know what else to think." Jim looked at his friend who had a sympathetic look on his face.
"Well you know for a fact that if you don't ask her about this you won't be able to punch your way out of a wet paper bag. Talk-to-her." He took a swig of his drink and Jim sighed.
"How on earth do I bring that up? Oh hey babe I love you, are you sleeping with someone else?" Kirk smiled sadly and ran a hand through his hair.
"You just need to tell the honest the god truth and so will she. There's no point pussyfooting around it and not addressing what's going on." Bones topped up Jim's drink.
"You're annoyingly fucking right, ugh. Why are you always right? You're turning into Spock I swear." Jim chuckled and Bones narrowed his eyes.
"Now that is just mean." Bones shook his head and smirked.
As Kirk headed back to his quarters he wasn't expecting you to be there in lingerie on his sofa. His eyes went wide and you raised an eyebrow.
"Come here," you practically ordered him and he quickly ran over, sitting next to you on the seat next to the chez long.
"What did I do to earn this surprise?" He asked and you smiled.
"We just haven't had alone time in so long. I thought I should be nice to you for once, but don't get used to it. I'll be just as irresponsible and sarcastic as I was before." You stick your tongue out at him and turned on your stomach, Kirk slapped your practically exposed ass and you hit him on the arm "You little shit," you whined before like a light standing up and pinning him to the sofa.
"Oh no," Kirk said dramatically, pretending to be held securely down "I'm so terrified of you babes." He rolled his eyes and you narrowed yours.
"You're a little shit." You leant down and kissed him softly, Kirk's hands shaking round your waist.
What if he held you there?
Kirk's eyes flew open and he drew away from the kiss. You looked down at him, bewildered.
What if he's been under you?
Kirk's brain wouldn't shut the fuck up.
"I just need the toilet, I'll be back." Kirk said as you got off him and ran out the room.
Kirk was pacing around the bathroom, up and down the small-ish room to try and calm himself down. He didn't know what to do, he didn't expect it to be like this. He was going to have some quiet time to figure out what he was going to do but you looked so fucking beautiful it distracted him from everything he was thinking. What if this wasn't real, what if you had both men at the same time? Was he really the love of your life?
It had been about half an hour of Kirk freaking out by this point. You had changed back into your uniform and were packing your bag, you put.on your boots and zipped them whilst your eyes pricked with tears. You approached the bathroom and knocked.
"I'm gonna go to bed, Jim. I-I'll see you tomorrow." You said sadly as you headed toward the door. What was going on? Why would he run away like that, should you not have done what you did? Was it you and the way you looked in the outfit, it pinched against your thighs at the top where they met your hips and didn't quite fit your breasts. You knew you didn't look as right as you did when you first met but it was comfort weight, date-weight if you will. What in God's name was happening?
You walked towards the door with tears in your eyes unable to understand what was happening, usually Jim was all over you (and I mean all over you). Has he met someone? You walked into the corridor and basically ran back to the lift to get to your quarters. Closing and locking the door you sat on your armchair. You thought back to past relationships, your last girlfriend was chaotic at the end. She was very similar to Jim in temperament but not in the way they fell for you, Jim was love at first sight and she was more lust at first sight on a very drunk club night that thrust you into a whirlwind romance. It was different with Jim right? It had been four years, four goddamn years and he let you leave without a goodbye. Was this it?
Jim felt fucking awful he'd let you leave without a goodbye. That had never happened since the day that they met, he had never been so stupid to not say sorry for something he did, he'd never not said goodbye. This was so stupid, he was getting anxious over something that wasn't even real and probably hurting you in the process. Jim still didn't know how to approach the topic but he knew he had to pull himself together. He changed into a black t-shirt and took only his comms with him as he headed towards your quarters.
He was stalling, a ridiculous amount. How the hell would he explain all this and apologise without sounding like a crazy boyfriend. God, he knew he'd got himself into this mess but Bones was fucking right annoyingly. You both needed to just be honest regardless of the outcome otherwise Jim would be killing himself thinking of what ifs for days. He knocked on your door.
You weren't expecting to see your disheveled and stressed looking boyfriend on the other side of your door and the sigh you let out made as much clear to him. You opened the door for him but turned around and sat on your armchair as he walked in, you basically always hugged when you came into each other's quarters… well mostly Jim's because yours was hardly lived in. Jim sat on the small sofa adjacent to your armchair and you refused to look at him.
"So what the shit was all that then?" You asked, still looking at the floor.
"Please look at me," Kirk asked softly and you begrudgingly looked at him with tear filled eyes and a scowl.
"Why? So you can get a look at my face before you leave me? Or tell me how awful I looked considering you scampered off like a terrified little boy." You shot at him with intended malice and Jim was visibly taken aback.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"The fuck wha- why do you think I think that! Are you being purposefully dense? I put on something like that and you're usually all over me, you just wanna look at me and fuck you made me feel like shit in there. What's going on with you today? I know I've put on a few since the last voyage but God, get over yourself." You rolled your eyes to try and hide how hurt you were and just act angry.
"Absolutely and I mean absolutely none of that is true," Kirk put a hand on your knee and you looked up at him "You're perfect, don't ever think it would be about that, gorgeous."
"Then what the fuck is going on?!" You yelled, pushing his hand off you.
"I saw you the morning," Jim commented quietly and you look at him even more confused
"Saw me doing what? Doing my job? Doing paperwork? Be more specific." You demanded.
"I saw you coming out of an engineers room and you looked like you'd been lying down and your boots were unzipped and fuck. I just… I don't know how to-"
You started to laugh, you wiped your eyes and just started to laugh a deep proper laugh that was making you cry all over again from happiness.
"That's it?! I thought you were breaking up with me or some shit oh my god." You chuckled to yourself and Kirk still looked confused.
"What was going on?" Jim sounded extremely sincere.
"I was. Look I was fucking getting, ugh. It's so embarrassing. I was getting personal trainer sessions." You covered your face with your hands.
"Wait what?" Jim started to grin.
"Well I fucking, I know I've put on a few since our last anniversary and I wanted to be smaller for this one, back to how I was at the beginning and like how I was always-"
"Okay, be quiet now. Come here," Jim gestured for you to come sit on his lap "If you want to lose weight that's up to you but don't you for one single second think that your appearance makes any difference to how I see you."
"You're just saying that because you have too," you rolled your eyes and Jim out his hands around your waist.
"Feel my boner, go on. You're so damn attractive I can't help but get excited when I'm alone with you. It reminds me of all the quickies we managed down in the engine room without getting caught in all the camera blindspots." Jim laughed and you smirked, leaning your head on his shoulder as your arms snaked around his neck.
"You're such a man." You whispered before kissing his neck.
"You absolutely love it. Now go put on that sexy number and we can get started with round one." Jim raised an eyebrow.
"How many rounds is sir planning tonight then?" You teased.
"You know I love when you call me sir, now hurry up. I will reveal nothing but it'll definitely be over 10." Jim slapped you on the ass as you walked away and you laughed to yourself.
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laney-rockin · 6 months
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In Wrath of Khan, Spock gifts Kirk "A Tale of Two Cities" in an actual physical copy of the book [very vintage for the 23rd century].
THAT GOT ME THINKING-
How many times did Spock gift Kirk a physical book? Did he restlessly scour for hours trying to find an old copy of a book that he knew Kirk would adore?
I can only imagine Spock, a logical and very composed Vulcan, going slightly insane trying to find bound books just so he can see his captain light up with a smile as Spock gifts it to him.
Which- might I add- is an adorable picture to paint in one's head.
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