#sub spock

Vulcan fingers are sensitive, and I can't stop thinking about it. None of these thoughts are in the bible. Enjoy!

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), sub!spock, finger sucking, thigh riding, frottage, cumming in pants, unedited

Teaching you that Vulcans had sensitive fingers was probably one of the best and worst things to happen to Spock since you'd met him. The sweetest kind of torture. You had grabbed him just as he got off duty, shoving him up against a wall in an unoccupied conference room. Poor thing probably still hadn't processed how he'd ended up there.

You hadn't even given him a chance to speak before you took one of his hands in both of yours and pressed a kiss to the tip of his pointer finger. The pad was soft under your lips. Much softer than a human's. Much softer than your own. Almost as soft as a kitten's paw. A shaky breath made its way past his lips before he could catch it, and you smiled. He looked down at you with a disapproving look that couldn't quite conceal the desperation in his eyes.

"Lieutenant, this is a highly inappropriate setting for such actions," he said, voice calm and even. You wanted to break that.

"It is," you said agreeably.

"Perhaps we should find a more suitable pl-" You slid your tongue against the pad of his finger, and his whole body jerked. "Lieutenant!"

"You like it," you said, licking his finger again.

Spock looked away, the tips of his ears flushing a soft green. He wasn't going to admit it, but he couldn't lie either. Instead, he started mouthing math problems to himself. Random number sets. The Fibonacci sequence. Anything to distract himself from your hot mouth against his fingers. You had him just where you wanted him. Leaning into him, you pushed your thigh between his legs. His whole body jerked again.

"I do not think you have considered the full spectrum of issues this could pose for us," he said. His unoccupied hand clenched and unclenched like a heartbeat. Just like the one beating between your legs.

"And those are?” you asked without pulling your mouth away from his hands.

"As Commander, it goes against regulations to have-" His breath hitched as you sucked his finger gently, "-relations with someone of a lower rank."

"Okay."

"That makes this unethical." His voice was starting to waver.

"Technically," you mumbled around the finger in your mouth. The movement caused him to buck his hips against your thigh. A thin little whine broke loose from the back of his throat.

"Someone could ca-catch us in the act," he panted.

"Counter point," you said.

"What is that, Lieutenant?" he asked.

"I don't care, and neither do you. You want me," you purred.

"Want?" Spock said the word like he didn't know what it meant. It had been so long since he allowed himself actual desire that the feeling had become foreign. You didn't mind being the one to remind him.

"Want, Spock," you confirmed, "You want me."

Nipping at the pad of his finger, you took a second one into your mouth. You could feel his cock throb at the contact. That's what you were looking for. Swirling your tongue around his fingers, you dropped your hand to his hip to coax him into a slow grind. He let you, a shallow, unsteady breath caressing your neck. You watched as he tipped his head back and let it thump against the wall behind him. Hard-fought control cracked under your pressure.

"Lieutenant." His eyes turned on you pleadingly. Though, for what you weren't sure yet.

"(Y/N)," you corrected.

"(Y/N)," he breathed.

"That's it," you said.

"May I?" he asked almost shyly as he pressed two of his fingers against your lips. Humming appreciatively, you took them into your mouth. The sigh of relief was all you needed. A low, embarrassed whimper followed as you suckled and swirled your tongue over his thin fingers. He jerked again in your grip, his legs beginning to shake like he'd lost control over his body. Releasing the appendages with a pop, you pressed your thumb against the pads.

"Feel good?" you asked. The hand you hadn't been paying attention to pulsed faster.

"Yes," he sighed, rolling his hips.

"How good? Tell me.” Swallowing his fingers again, you watched him with expectant eyes. He hesitated a moment before squeezing his eyes shut and starting to hump your leg in earnest.

“I-I cannot,” he whined.

“Sure you can,” you said.

“I am not in control. I will not choose my words as carefully as I should,” he protested. You smiled wickedly, nipping at his fingers and pushing against his cock. His answering moan sounded like it was being ripped from him.

“I'm in control. Tell me, Spock,” you coaxed gently. He practically sobbed, lanky body curling over you.

“I feel,” he said, stressing the word feel.

“What do you feel?” You flicked your tongue between his fingers.

“Pleasure,” he whimpered. His hips strained. You could feel how his cock pulsed, teetering on the edge. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Overwhelming pleasure?” you pressed.

“Yes. It-it is too much!”

“You can take more. Just a little more,” you said soothingly. Spock nodded like his head was only loosely connected to his neck, rutting his cock against you sloppily. You could all but taste how close he was. A pretty green blush bloomed across his cheeks, dark eyes pinched shut, and needy fingers pushing weakly against your lips. You kissed them softly.

“I-I-I am—” he sputtered.

“You gonna cum, Spock? You like putting your fingers in my mouth so much you're gonna cum all over yourself?” you teased. He whined high in his throat, pushing more insistently at your mouth.

“Please, you must—I need—want,” he babbled incoherently, but you understood.

Sucking his fingers back into your mouth, you lapped at the soft pads the same way you wanted him licking between your legs. Fast. Relentless. Spock lost rhythm completely. Your hold was the only thing keeping him moving the way he so desperately wanted. With one last hard suck, his back arched up, and he came in his pants with a choked off groan.

“There it is,” you said, gentle pride coloring your voice as you maneuvered his twitching body through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“(Y/N),” he said as though it were the only word he remembered. He dropped his forehead against your shoulder.

“Good job, Spock. You did so good,” you said. For a moment, he was still, gathering himself again.

“How illogical,” he mused.

“What?”

“Despite not experiencing an orgasm during our encounter, you still praise me for my performance. Illogical,” he said. You snorted a laugh.

“I got exactly what I wanted,” you said.

“Clarify.”

“Vulcans have sensitive fingers. Think of it as an experiment. I wanted to know just how far that went,” you explained. “Pretty far.”

“Indeed.” Spock shifted and grimaced subtly. You had to fight your smile off your face at the sight.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up. Then maybe I’ll let you conduct an experiment of your own,” you teased. Heat flooded Spock’s eyes as he looked down at you. Somehow, you were sure he was going to figure out all your sensitive spots.

BELONG TO YOU                  

AU Mirror Universe 

Inspired by this story

My K/S gallery: https://sakurainguyen96.deviantart.com/gallery/

Please do not edit or repost my art on other social media without my permission. Thank you so much!

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), pervy!spock, sub!spock

Pervy Spock who’s the world's most perfect roommate on paper. Quiet, respectful, and does his half of the chores without complaint. Always willing to help out when you ask.

Pervy Spock who becomes lowkey obsessed with you so fast.

Pervy Spock who remains calm and friendly (at least as friendly as Vulcans ever seem to you) on the outside, but is practically vibrating with desire on the inside.

Pervy Spock who quite literally can't get through a conversation with you without thinking about what you would look like riding him with your fingers buried in his hair to force him to hold your eyes.

Pervy Spock who offers to do your laundry when you get behind, but only so he can steal a pair of your used underwear.

Pervy Spock who offeres to massage your shoulders after a long day, but it's just a thin excuse to touch your bare skin.

Pervy Spock who wouldn't go so far as to peep on you while you shower, but always manages to position himself in the best place to watch you walk out of the bathroom in just your towel, following every drop of water that rolls down your exposed skin.

Pervy Spock who starts keeping track of your cycle only so he knows when you start ovulating, and purposely finds little excuses to keep you talking to him when you're at your horniest, hoping that one day you'll snap and fuck him.

Pervy Spock who listens through the wall whenever you bring someone home, fisting his cock as he listens to all the pretty noises you make while imagining you're making them for him.

Pervy Spock who's horribly ashamed of how perverted he is, but still finds himself in your room when you're in class, laying in your bed with his face pressed against your pillow to inhale your scent.

Pervy Spock who fantasizes about you coming home early and catching him in your room.

Pervy Spock who cums the hardest to the thought of you punishing him for being a pervert, piecing together things he'd overheard from the other side of a thin wall.

Pervy Spock who despite all his calculating and meticulous planning, can't plan for everything and actually gets caught one day. He can't even explain himself because there's no explanation for why he's in your bed with his cock out and a pair of your panties in his hand.

Pervy Spock who tries to apologize in his typical Vulcan way with formal language and a promise that he would turn himself over to the proper disciplinary channels, but can't make it come out quite right.

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), sub Spock, alien genitals, oral sex, egregious use of an English to Vulcan translator

Pulling insistently at the waistband of Spock's pants, you nearly growled when his hands found your wrists. You stilled reluctantly. He was just teasing you at this point. Letting you get him into your quarters, laid out on your couch, shirt hiked up to reveal the fine line of hair leading to what you really wanted, only to stop you before you could follow it. Your half-glare did nothing to loosen his grip. He watched you carefully with flushed green cheeks and shy eyes. You raised your eyebrow at him.

"I do not believe you will find what you are expecting," he said quietly.

"You do have genitals, don't you?" you asked.

"I do, however--"

"Okay, and you want to fuck me, right?"

"I would not put it in such terms, but yes," he said, blush deepening from a soft jade to a dark olive. You smiled at him, gently pulling one wrist from his grasp.

"Fantastic. We're good then," you said.

"(Y/N)," he said, sounding more unsure than you would have expected.

"Spock, whatever you have, I want it. I want you," you soothed. You stroked lightly down his happy trail, feeling his muscles contract under your fingers. The hand holding your other wrist fell away.

Grinning, you dug your fingers excitedly into the waistband of his standard-issue pants and yanked them down. You paused, blinking once. Spock must have noticed your hesitation, closing his legs as much as he could with you between them. Pushing them aside, you continued admiring him.

In front of you was better than any fantasy you had cooked up in your head over the past months with him. A slick, pretty slit sat between his legs, the head of his cock already flushed green and peeking out. Licking your lips, you slid your hands to the crease of his thighs, pulling the lips of his sheath apart gently with your thumbs. A low whimper fell from his mouth.

"Fuck," you breathed, running your thumb appreciatively over the slick folds.

"I attempted to warn you. Vulcan anatomy differs somewhat from humans, such as having a genital sheath to protect our sex organs," Spock said in a shaky voice.

"I see," you said, not paying much attention to the words.

"Are you off put?" he asked.

"No." You rubbed through his folds again, this time intentionally bumping the head of his cock. His hips bucked lightly into your hand, and he let out a shuddering breath.

"You are staring," he said. Again, he closed his legs shyly around you. You pushed them open.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked, thoughts swirling in your head. Not one of them PG.

"Of course," he replied.

"Would you let me eat you out? Would you enjoy that?" you asked. Your mouth was already watering at the thought of lapping up the slick dripping from his sheath.

"I don't believe I am familiar with the term," he said, eyebrows pulling together lightly, "But to infer your meaning, you wish to perform oral sex on me?"

"Uh-huh," you nodded. His blush darkened, crawling down his neck to the top of his chest.

"I would be ameinable to that course of action," he said, shivering slightly. You huffed a soft laugh, settling yourself on your stomach between his legs.

Slipping your hands under his butt, you angled his hips toward your waiting mouth. His scent was heavy there, heady and masculine. You licked a broad stripe over him. The slick that gathered on your tongue felt like honey spilling down your throat, and Spock's answering moan only made it better. You pressed your tongue further into him, gently licking his sheath open. The tip of his cock bumped against your nose.

A wild gasp tore from his throat as he arched away from the cushions. His hips shifted against your face. He was holding back. The little twitches and tremors spoke to how badly he wanted to buck into the friction. You took it as a challenge. How much could you put him through before he broke? You nudged forward, curling your tongue against what felt like more of his dick. He keened above you, hands scrambling for purchase. One gripped the back of the couch like a lifeline while the other pressed over his own mouth to muffle any more sounds.

His slick was coming faster now, coating your chin and cheeks. The little that your lips couldn't catch dripped onto your couch. You swallowed, humming at the way Spock whined behind his own hand. Dragging your tongue up his folds, you swirled it around the tip of his cock. Finally, his hips bucked forward like he couldn't hold them anymore.

"Bath'paik, kosu!" he gasped out. You smiled. You had no clue what that meant, but the fact that he had reverted to his native language made heat flare between your legs.

"Feel good?" you asked, pulling away with a loud, wet slurping sound. Spock shivered, hips shifting again, and nodded.

"Good." You kissed his thigh once before ducking down to lap at him again.

Spock ground his hips in time with every little movement you made. Slick dribbled out of him as his cock pushed out further, hot, hard, and aching to be touched. He slipped a hand down, gasping desperately at it. Instead, he found your hand waiting. You weaved your fingers through his, glancing up at him mischievously.

"Uh-uh," you hummed.

"Sanoi!" he whined, looking down at you with a pleading expression. You'd never seen him so utterly debauched. Almost completely separated from his usual control. He tugged lightly at his hand, eyes begging you to understand.

"Hm?"

"Please," he managed, finally finding a word you knew with some difficulty.

Without responding, you wrapped your hand around his cock. The sound he let out was raw and high in his throat. You let him grind wildly between your hand and your mouth. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be swept up in his pleasure as though it were your own. You liked him like this, you decided, strung out, desperate, and practically crying for the pleasure of your touch. A gentle brush against your cheek brought your eyes back to his.

"Hm? What is it, love?" you asked, pulling back.

"I-I did not--" he sputtered. Then you noticed them. Two little green tendrils reaching for you from his sheath. You let go of his hand, bringing your own down to meet them.

"What are they?" you asked. You stared, transfixed, as they curled around your fingers as though trying to pull them into his sheath.

"Fra'ls," he panted.

"What are they for?" You rubbed one gently with your thumb. It was smooth, almost slippery, to the touch. Spock nearly howled, head dropping back against the arm of the couch with a thud. Sensitive. A wicked little smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. You kept rubbing them.

"They-ah-they are meant to hooold one's p-partner and stim-stimu--(Y/N), please!" he cried, a fresh wave of slick pouring from both his sheath and the tip of his cock.

"They're sensitve," you said.

"Typically, they on-only extend during the Pon Farr, so it s-staaands to rea-reason they would be-oooh-sensitive," he said. Poor thing was both trying and failing to get a grip on his control.

"Very sensitive," you teased. Turning your head, you ghosted your tongue over the length of one.

"Yes," he whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.

"God, look how wet this makes you, Spock. Just playing with them did all this," you said. You dragged your fingers, still tangled with his fra'ls, through the wetness at his entrance. His legs trembled.

"Do not tease. Please, not now," he begged.

"Alright, alright," you said. Slowly, you began stroking his cock again and lowered your face back to his weeping sheath.

Untangling his fra'ls from your fingers, you guided them towards your mouth. They quickly found a home in the wet heat. They moved inside your mouth on their own, slithering over your teeth and curling lightly around your tongue. Spock sobbed above you, rocking desperately into the sensations. His hand found yours again and gripped it as though it was his only tether to reality.

Sloppy, wet sounds and Spock's wild moaning filled your small quarters. So loud you wondered briefly if it could be heard in the corridor outside. You had never seen him so expressive. Dark eyes lidded and teary, flushed a deep olive all the way to the tips of his ears, mouth hanging open around Vulcan words you didn't understand.

"Ik olau ni rom! Don't stop!" he groaned.

You pushed yourself faster. Licking into him, you gave his fra'ls a light suck and squeezed his cock. He bowed away from the couch, crying out in a way you recognized instantly. He was close. You could practically feel him teetering on the edge. Flicking your eyes up, you caught his gaze and held his hand a little tighter.

"Go on," you slurred around his fra'ls and copious amounts of slick, "Cum for me."

Spock's eyes rolled back, hips thrusting erratically. With one final cry of your name, his legs snapped closed around your head. A warm gush of slick coated your lips as spurts of cum dripped down your hand. You licked him through his orgasm gently. When his body finally relaxed, you sat up and wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“Wanna go again?” you asked teasingly.

“Your seemingly limitless sex drive is fascinating,” Spock panted, lifting his head to give you a flat look. You just smiled at him.

“That's not a no, Mr. Spock," you said. He shifted his hips.

"It is not."

You laid back down.

For my friends who want to know what the Vulcan words mean:

Bath'paik, kosu - Damn you, woman

Sanoi - Please

Ik olau ni rom - That feels so good

His control barely lasted ONE MINUTE TOPS… then he wasn’t topping after that…… 👀

I am screaming, crying, and throwing up. Spock with a mommy kink?? In my inbox?? All for little ol' me to find?? Where have you been all my life, Nonny? I am going to kiss you on the mouth (consentually). Please enjoy this (probably ooc) Spock. Also, please enjoy my little not-so-hidden headcannons for Vulcan biology.

I Burn

The heat radiating from Spock's body was nearly enough to scorch you as you ghosted your fingertips over his bare chest. He was always warm to the touch, but the Pon Farr fever was something else entirely. All-consuming. The kind of overwhelming heat that made him shiver despite the elevated temperature of the room and thick blankets at his back. You smiled to yourself, feeling the little tremors wrack his body. Maybe that was also a byproduct of your teasing.

"Ashayam," Spock said, arching subtly into your featherlight touch.

"Relax, love," you said. Flushing a muted jade, Spock tilted his head away from you to avoid your eyes.

"I cannot. I--" He gasped as your nails caught against one of his nipples, "I must remain in control."

"Must you?" you asked.

"Yes. Retaining my mental faculties in the face of...distraction is necessary," he said.

"You can't resist Pon Farr, Spock," you said, laughing. He was going to try. Honestly, it was cute to watch him try to logic his way around a biological function. That, in and of itself, was illogical, though you wouldn't tell him that. Dragging your fingers up his chest, you traced a slow line up his neck until you reached a pointed ear. You rubbed it gently, and he let out a shaky sigh.

"I am not resisting," he said. The way his body stayed drawn taut against your bed like a bowstring said otherwise.

"You're trying. Just relax and let go," you said.

"I cannot."

A wicked little smile curled over your lips. If Spock wasn't going to give himself over to the flames of Pon Farr, you were going to have to play dirty. You loved it when he made you play dirty.

"Aww, but Mommy's here now, love," you cooed, sweetly.

"(Y/N)--"

"Who?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ashayam, please," he said, pleadingly. Pon Farr had already taken its toll, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. It was making him too honest, his emotions too visible. Embarrassment flooded his face, flushing it a lovely olive. God, you loved him like this. Still clinging desperately to control when you both knew it was already yours. Dark eyes lowered skittishly away from your gaze. Cupping his chin, you forced him to look at you.

"Who am I, Spock?" you asked again, rubbing a little more insistently at the sensitive point of his ear. A little whimper escaped before he could catch himself. His hands clenched and unclenched in the blankets.

"M-Mommy," he stuttered. His pupils were dilated so far that his already dark eyes looked black. You had him.

"There's my good boy," you said adoringly.

Heat flared under your hand as Spock pressed his face against it, purring. The sound vibrated all the way up your arm. Suddenly, his hands were on you, one clutching your wrist as the other reached desperately for you so he could pull you down on top of him. You let him. Tossing a leg over his hips, you settled yourself against the bulge in his underwear. The whine he let out sounded far more like what you'd been expecting when he told you about Vulcan breeding cycles.

"Why don't you just let Mommy take care of you, sweet boy?" you said, dragging your hips over his cock. He gasped, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down against his chest.

"I am ashamed," he whimpered, burying his face in your neck.

"Why, baby?" you asked.

"I am out of control. I cannot think properly. All that comes to mind is you. Penetrating you in every way possible. My body to your body. Your mind to my mind," he practically sobbed into your skin. Arms tight around your middle, fingers likely leaving bruises, he thrust his hips against your pussy helplessly. A slave to his own needs.

"Aw, poor thing," you cooed.

"Please do not tease me, Mommy," he said.

"You're in heat!" you laughed, "You're teasing yourself, baby."

"Nooo," he groaned. Laughing, you slipped a hand between your bodies to free his cock from where it strained in his underwear. Damp heat hit your fingers. God, Spock could get wetter than you now that he was in heat. The idea made you shiver.

"No, what? No, you're not in heat, or no, you're not teasing yourself?" you asked.

"I am not teasing--Mommy!" You wrapped your hand around him. Slipping your thumb over the head of his cock, you gathered enough precum to ease your soft strokes. His head fell back, mouth open and panting.

"Good boy," you said.

Spock arched into your touch, a loud cry tearing from his chest. Leaning up as much as you could with the way he was holding you, you latched onto his exposed throat. You could feel his pulse under your lips. So fast you wondered how it hadn't beaten through his skin. Slick, wet sounds echoed in your small bedroom, blending with Spock's needy whines and your own heavy breaths. His voice pitched higher and higher as his hips lost rhythm, near cumming. You smiled softly at him.

Then pulled your hand away.

"No! No, please, I need-I cannot! I burn!" he babbled, twisting and twitching and curling in on himself in search of the friction you'd so crulely taken from him.

"Easy, baby, easy," you soothed, pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw.

"Why did you stop? Continue, please!"

"I thought you wanted to fuck me," you said. You punctuated your words by pushing the head of his cock just barely into yourself and pulling it back out slowly. His whole body jerked at the feeling.

"Yes!" he hissed.

"Then be a good boy and ask me. Ask to fuck Mommy," you said. He looked at you pleadingly. Asking for something so lewd would sever his last tie to control. The last one he could cling to. A deep olive blush spread over his face and chest in big blotches of color. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, jaw working to force out the words his brain wouldn't allow him to say. You watched him, popping his cockhead in and out teasingly as motivation.

"May I penetrate-"

"Uh-uh, baby. You know how to ask," you said. The act of asking at all would make him give up control, but you liked to hear him swear. It always made him squirm. You gave him an expectant look, brushing your pussy over his leaking cock.

“May I f-fuck you, Mommy?” he asked. The unfamiliar word stuck in his mouth for a moment.

“Good boy, Spock. You know how much Mommy likes it when you talk like that,” you said.

“Please, Mommy. I burn,” he whimpered.

Without answering, you sank down onto his cock. The feeling was unbelievable. Searing you from the inside out. Both of you were wet enough that lube would have been more hindrance than help. You allowed yourself no time for adjustment. You set a punishing pace, digging your nails into Spock’s chest for better leverage. He whined high in his throat, clutching you to him so tightly you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to. Not that you did.

You burned too. The all consuming fire of Spock’s Pon Farr bled through every point of contact, coming to a white hot point between your legs. You moved faster, taking him with a vigor you didn’t know you possessed. His hips fucked up into you in sloppy, unpracticed thrusts. One hand pried itself off your waist and hovered just in front of your face. He looked at you through lidded eyes.

“Meld with me. Please! I wish to be inside you in every sense,” he begged, fingers stretching toward you. You nodded, pushing your face into his waiting hand.

Sensation exploded in your mind. Something desperate and primal flooded out of Spock. It enveloped your thoughts so completely you felt you might burn up entirely. You pushed your own feelings back. The pride, the pleasure, the complete adoration you felt for him. You barely heard his answering cry over your thumping hearts. His pleasure bloomed beside your own. You couldn’t tell where you ended and Spock began. Instead, you became a single being chasing the high you both craved so badly.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You couldn’t tell if you’d said the words out loud or just through the bond.

“Please, Mommy!” You could feel his mind clawing at you as though searching for the same friction his body was experiencing.

“Do it. Cum for me, Spock,” you said.

His arms tightened impossibly around you and he drove himself into you with one last powerful thrust. The connection whited out, sweeping your own consciousness along with it. Pleasure burned in every nerve ending. Every little sensation reflected back at you in double. It was infinite. Never ending. You both shook your way through it, clinging to each other.

Finally, your shared orgasm subsided. You laid your cheek against his chest and reached up to pet his hair gently. His hand fell away from your face, leaving you alone in your own mind again. He panted, shaking beneath you.

“That was so good, Spock. So fucking good,” you said.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he replied, sounding as hazy as you felt. You let out a delirious little laugh.

“So, how long do we have before round 2?” You asked.

“And if you take into account the acidic properties of the substance this plant secretes one could infer that-” You couldn't take it anymore.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” you growled.

“Pardon? Have I done something to upset you, Ashayam?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. God, he was so fucking hot. It infuriated you how badly you wanted him just from listening to him infodump about some stupid plant.

“No,” you said, pressing your hands to your eyes as though the pressure would help you think about something other than pinning him down and riding him until he cried.

“Then what is wrong? Are you ill?” he asked.

“Not really. I'm just in heat and listening to you talk is making it worse,” you said, turning to give him a flat look as your dragged your hands down your face.

“My apologies,” he said, a soft green blush tinting the tips of his ears.

“Spock, I’m really trying to control myself here. If you don't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to drill you through this couch,” you said.