JANEWAY X READER WLW FIC:
Fantasies.
You got off the turbolift and entered the bridge for your shift. You were the youngest operations ensign assigned to the bridge rotation aboard the USS Voyager. Close communication with the senior officers was normal. During your time as ensign, about three months, you started to get a secret crush on Captain Janeway. It was something about the way she commanded, the way she walked, her blue eyes… It seemed to get worse by the day, almost an obsession. You wouldn’t even dare to tell your friends aboard the ship, they’d take it and run with it, and even end your career.
You shook your head to clear your mind and walked to the console. Your basic duties were simple, but there was always a distraction. That distraction being the Captain. You purposely tried your best not to look in her direction, scared your thoughts would just escape or Tuvok would be able to read your mind. Those thoughts, most of the time, were naughty. Ways you’d do anything for the Captain or how you would literally kneel for her if she asked. You immediately felt guilty after, but there was something fun about it, creating these fantasies in your head.
The day continued on as normal. Your glances lingered when Janeway wasn’t paying attention, thinking of new fantasies involving her. It got so bad that you even thought about creating this version of her on the holodeck. Knowing your files could be accessed was the only reason you didn’t do this. Through all that, you somehow stayed alert with your job duties. When it was time for the Alpha shift to clock out and Beta to take over,, she stopped you.
“Ensign. My ready room.” It sounded stern. She turned her back and went to the room. You followed in the door behind her, the door whooshing closed.
“Yes, Captain?” You asked.
“Sit.” She said sternly again, motioning to the chair in front of her desk. You sit immediately, following orders. Your heart raced and questions flooded your brain: did I do something wrong? Does she know? Can she read my mind?
“Ensign. I have some things to discuss with you.” She walked to your side of the desk and rested her ass against it looking down at you.
“Captain?” You already feel the heat and flush in your cheeks, you try your best to keep your eyes off her body, the way she leaned and the way she looked down at you.
“My eyes are up here, ensign.” She reaches out and grabs your chin tilting up to meet her eyes. Your heart raced faster, and you swallowed.
“I– I’m sorry.” You stutter out and you feel yourself blush.
“That nervous ensign?” She lets her hand go and smirks. “Why?” You still look up, unable to give an answer. “You’re flush, darling. What’s wrong?” Her tone of voice was friendly but there was a hint of a tease. You never knew the captain to use pet names.
“It’s— it’s just hot in here, Captain and this room is small and—.” You ramble before she interrupts you.
“Ensign,” she takes a step closer, putting your chin in her grip again. I know what’s going on. I see the way you look at me, the way your eyes darken,” she puts a finger over your pulsepoint. “How your heart races for me.” You sit there unable to get a single word out. The silence makes her chuckle softly..
“Ma’am–Captain. I’m– I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve looked at you unprofessionally.” You say quickly.
She moves her hand from your chin to hold your cheek, shushing you. “Shh. No. Don’t apologize, Ensign. I just love the attention.” She strokes your cheek. “You know… I’d love to see how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me… Because I know you do.” Janeway claims. Your eyes darken, the room feels 1000 degrees hotter.
“That’s— that’s against protocol-” You say panicked.
“I’m throwing protocol out of the airlock, Ensign.” She touches your chest through your uniform, still leaning over you as you sit. “How does that sound, hmm?” She fiddles with the uniform jacket’s zipper and slowly takes it down revealing your undershirt. “Show me, Ensign, how you touch yourself at the thought of me.”
Your mind is overloaded with fear, desire, and the need to give in. You take the jacket off your shoulders and set it on the desk. “You really want to see… this?” You take off the undershirt, leaving the starfleet issued black bra on your body.
“Yes, Ensign.” Janeway lowers her voice and her gaze follows the curves of your body. You walk to the couch in her ready room, your back facing her and unzip your uniform pants. You feel the heat of your wet pussy immediately. You’re aching, throbbing, needing to give in- can’t hold back anymore. You take the pants off and sit down on the edge of the couch facing her, wet panties and bra remaining. Her gaze roams your body.
“Come on, show me.” Her voice is even lower and hungry.
You slip your panties to the side, feeling your wet folds before rubbing your swollen clit. You meet her eyes, dark with need as she takes a step closer.
“Computer, lock ready room door. Dim the lights by 15%.” Janeway says and takes another step closer.
Your breathing gets harder, your hand moving faster against yourself, circling the swollen clit, whimpering softly. You close your eyes in pleasure before she grabs your chin again, forcing you to look at her. “Look. At. Me.” You open and look, eyes darkening again. She gets closer crowding you before she wraps her arms around your torso and unclips your bra and removes it completely. “Look at you. So exposed for the Captain like a naughty Ensign.”
You moan softly at her words before slipping two fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting. Your other hand rubs your clit excessively, it's not enough and you’re aching. Janeway seems to notice and gets on her knees in front of you, kissing your now bare chest, teasing. She rolls her thumb over one nipple before her hot mouth sucks on the other. Your back arches immediately.
“Fuck–” Your voice shakes as she continues. You continue to thrust into your hand, riding the fingers hard.
“Yes, Ensign. Come for me. I want to see it.” She sucks harder.
“I’m–” The sound of the labored breathing between the two of you echo in her ready room.
“Show me, Ensign. Show me. Show the captain how naughty you are.” Those words were enough to send you over the edge, and you throw a hand over your mouth muffling the moan, making sure this stays private in the ready room. Janeway bites her lip and still knees in front of you.
“That’s what I wanted to see, darling.” She smiles and stands, looking down at you again and grabbing your chin once again. She kisses you, it deepens, and she enters her tongue into your mouth. She straddles you on the couch. Your hands roam her hips and her body, your fantasies finally coming true.
Her combadge pings. “Chakotay to the Captain.” She stands up abruptly, putting a hand through her hair, leaving your trembling body on the couch.
“You’re needed on the bridge.” He says.
“Ensign. Clean up and get out.” Janeway’s voice turned back to the stoic captain, almost angry.
“Yes, Captain.” You say as you watch her leave for the bridge.
Writing smut is not really something i'm good at but I needed to give this to the gays. I love y'all.
