#yuris x reader

The Vulcan sun was merciless, pressing heat into your bones as you made your way along the dusty trail. You’d been warned about the flora, sparse though it was, the plants that thrived here were often thorny, sharp, or just… odd, many with unusual chemical properties.

You thought you were being careful but curiosity got the better of you when you saw it: a bloom of violet sprouting from a rock, edges shimmering faintly in the light. You brushed your fingertips along it, marveling at the way the pollen clung, leaving a faint silver glint against your skin.

Pretty. Harmless. Or so you thought.

You continued walking but it didn’t take long. Within minutes, a strange warmth began to coil in your belly, spreading outward in pulses. Your steps faltered. Heat licked along your skin, deeper, heavier, until even your breaths came uneven, shallow.

By the time you stumbled into the Vulcan medical facility, sweat dampened your uniform and your heart pounded like you’d run miles.

“Help-” you gasped, bracing yourself against the doorway.

Dr. Yuris looked up instantly. His presence was as striking as ever: tall, precise, calm sculpted face of Vulcan discipline. But the moment his eyes landed on you, something in his stillness shifted.

He was at your side in a moment, guiding you to the exam bed with controlled efficiency - “What happened?”

You nearly collapsed into him as another wave tore through you, leaving your thighs trembling - “I- I touched a flower. Purple, violet. There was pollen-” - you bit down hard on your lip to stifle a sound that would’ve been humiliating.

Yuris froze for a split second. His nostrils flared, ever so slightly. You realized, that Vulcans had heightened senses... He could smell the change in your pheromones, the evidence of your rising arousal flooding the air.

He scanned you with his tricorder and his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly - “Seral’kai. A plant avoided by Vulcans. Its pollen carries potent aphrodisiac properties.”

The heat surged again, sharper this time. You arched against the bed with a broken sound, your body betraying you in front of him.

Your face burned, your nails dug into the bed’s edge as you gasped - “How- How long does this last?”

He hesitated, hands clasped behind his back in a perfect picture of Vulcan composure - “Left untreated, twelve to sixteen hours.” - his voice was calm but your scent thickened in the air and his nostrils flared ever so slightly. He set the tricorder aside as if distance might help, though his hands flexed at his sides.

“Sixteen hours?!” - you nearly shouted, your body trembling as the heat inside you coiled tighter, more demanding - “There has to be something–”

The corner of his jaw twitched - “There is.” - he cut you off, pausing - “The effects can be shortened through… sexual release. Otherwise, you must endure.”

Your breath hitched - “And if I can’t?”

That was when his control faltered. His eyes, sharp and burning, snapped to yours. His voice was taut, darker now: “Then I would be compelled to… assist.”

His tone was clinical, precise, but the way he said it - low, weighted with restrained want - told a different story. He stood rigid but his fists clenched, knuckles whitening, as though holding himself back with every ounce of discipline.

Another wave ripped through you, stronger than before, making you cry out. Your body writhed against the bed, legs squeezing together in a desperate attempt for friction, for something.

Yuris inhaled sharply. You saw it, the moment his pupils dilated, his chest rose harder, faster. He stepped closer, towering over you, one hand bracing hard against the bed frame by your hip.

“Your pheromones are… overwhelming” - he admitted, his voice had dropped into a growl.

You looked up at him, eyes wet, your voice a whisper of desperation - “Then don’t just stand there”

It shattered him.

His mouth crushed onto yours, the kiss harsh and consuming, nothing like the restrained Vulcan you knew. His hand seized your waist, yanking you against him, his body hot and solid against your trembling frame.

You moaned into his mouth, clutching at his uniform, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours with hunger, devouring you like he’d denied himself this all his life. His hand threading into your hair betrayed how long he had been holding himself back.

His other hand slid down your thigh, fingers gripping, kneading, pulling your legs apart with surprising force. The heat between your thighs was unbearable and when his hand cupped you there, even through your uniform, you gasped arching up into him.

You felt him shudder as though each breath was agony. He broke the kiss only to rasp against your lips - “Forgive me. I cannot- control this.”

“I don’t want you to” you whispered back - “Yuris... please-”

That plea undid him further. He growled softly against your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin. The Vulcan mask was gone. What replaced it was primal, desperate. His long fingers found the fastening of your uniform and tore it open with precision and urgency, baring your skin to the cool air.

His hands roamed over you, mapping every curve, every trembling inch. One of his hands slid beneath your uniform, your panties, moving slowly at first, teasing along the edges of your sensitive clit. When his fingers finally pressed against you, slick and aching, a shiver of pure need tore through your body.

“So wet” - he rasped, breath ragged against your ear. He pushed further, fingers moving inside you. Each motion brought a wave of heat, of pleasure that made your cries break into moans.

Your hips bucked instinctively as he slid a finger deeper, testing, exploring, until you were trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

You clung to him, nails raking down his back, whimpering against his lips - “I can’t- please-”

“You will” - he growled, pressed harder, faster, until the pleasure broke you open. You cried his name as waves of release tore through you, your body convulsing around his hand.

But it wasn’t over.

The scent of your climax only pushed him further over the edge. His self-control shattered completely. He pulled away to rid himself of his own restraints, then to strip the rest of your uniform with precise, efficient motions, leaving you bare before him.

The cool Vulcan medbay air made your skin tingle as he leaned in, mouth tracing your collarbone, down over your breasts. His lips and tongue alternated between open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips, teasing your nipples until they hardened under his touch. He pressed his rigid chest against yours, letting you feel the taut strength of his Vulcan body.

Then he finally moved to take himself into your body, pressing deep, slow at first, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness. His hands gripped your hips with a firm, possessive strength as he began a steady rhythm, driving into you in a way that made your vision blur with pleasure.

Every thrust was deliberate, powerful, and relentless, Vulcan discipline meeting unbridled desire, each motion making you whimper and cry out his name, nails digging into his shoulders. The fullness of him was almost too much and yet exactly what your body had been begging for.

His rhythm built quickly, desperate, his breath hot and broken against your neck. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, Vulcan strength overwhelming. He gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto him again and again, the slap of skin filling the room. He moved expertly inside you, fingers still teasing your clit, lips trailing along your neck, kisses and nips that drew whimpers from you.

You cried out with each thrust, your body trembling, clenching tight around him until he groaned low, guttural, losing himself completely in you. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes squeezed shut, every movement raw, needy, overwhelming.

When you shattered around him, screaming his name, it dragged him over the edge with you. He didn't stop, he buried himself deeper, shuddering as his release tore through him, spilling hot inside you as his body convulsed with the force of it... His body shuddered violently and he held you tightly as he rode out his own pleasure.

Silence followed, heavy but charged, broken only by your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts.

He stayed pressed against you, trembling, his hands gentle now as they smoothed over your body as though apologizing. He kissed you softer this time, a brush of lips.

“The treatment” - he whispered finally, voice rough - “is complete.”

You let out a weak laugh - “Some bedside manner, doctor.” - voice trembling with a mixture of amusement and desire.

He held you a moment longer and for the first time, his lips curved faintly against yours, a ghost of a smile - “Do not... touch Vulcan flora again.”

At least he was no longer regarded with disgust. The Humans had no reason to believe him unclean or deviant. As such, they’d been cordial, even welcoming to him when he arrived. Yuris did his best to successfully treat and care for every patient who entered his office.

He supposed that was the reason his current actions seemed so scandalous. Being intimate with a patient in his own exam room was already scandalous, but they were even more so given his status.

“Yuris, please,” she breathed as his fingers swirled slowly and precisely around her clit. The Doctor was fully cognizant of the effect he was having on her.

They’d been intimate a few times before, but this was the first instance where they were taking the rather serious risk of doing so here. All it took was one misdirected patient or nurse who required a signature, and Yuris could be banned from practicing medicine altogether.

But he’d wanted to try this. He’d come so very close to begging her to allow him to please her here, but ultimately such an action hadn’t been necessary. His lover shared his desperation...and his desire for taking a risk.

She whimpered so brokenly when he pulled his gloved hand from between her legs that he had to kiss her to keep her quiet - not that such an action was unpleasant for him, of course. Kissing her was never anything but the highest honor and privilege.

“Breathe, ashaya. You have been so patient,” he murmured against her neck. Yuris had delayed her orgasm twice already, but he would not do so again. They had already been there for slightly longer than he’d anticipated, so he needed to make her come quickly. Given how she was trembling in his arms and spreading her legs wider already, he knew it wouldn’t be difficult to get her there.

The Vulcan dropped to his knees, coaxed her to the edge of the medical bed, and kissed his way up her inner thighs.

“Doctor?” He looked up at her seemingly innocent tone, and raised an eyebrow. “Thank you for giving me such a thorough examination. It’s reassuring to know that I have such a consummate professional who’s dedicated to ensuring my continued good health.”

Naughty girl.

“You are very welcome. Patients who actively seek to maintain their health as you do should be commended,” he murmured. “Allow me to reward you.”

She was forced to bite her lip as his mouth met the sweet drips between her thighs. Yuris knew she couldn’t cry out for him, but he would still make sure she was absolutely shattered by the time she walked out of his office.

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♫ - Writing’s On The Wall - Sam Smith

"The Vulcan society has more intolerance today than there was a thousand years ago."

"The High Command recognize what you have done and therefore are suspending you."

This was the current situation your husband, Yuris, was facing. No matter what he had said, challenging the prejudice in your race and how difference is dealt with, the High Command were not listening.

Yuris had a successful career in the medical industry, providing insightful research and experiments for the betterment of Vulcan society. New knowledge had come as a direct result of some of his papers, and though he was one of the younger doctors, he was still very respected for his tenacity and willingness to do better.

That was where you had met. Your own career in medical research had taken off, and after you graduated from the Vulcan Science Academy, you found yourself working alongside Yuris in a lab, often trading facts and new findings with each other. Then, it became something you did over dinner, before you began sharing stories and personal journeys. You had grown close, very close, and soon enough, it was love.

Yuris had married you around three years ago, and in those three years he had shown you nothing but loyalty and care, always striving to be a better man and be the man he knew you deserved. Yuris valued you and loved you, as did you him, and you showed one another that love in many ways, some that denied your Vulcan blood and some that didn't. It was healthy and you were both happy.

Recently, Yuris and two other doctors who worked together had been informed that there was a Vulcan lady, T'Pol, suffering from Pa'nar Syndrome, aboard a Federation ship, Enterprise. Stigma in society was high, and upon finding out that she was inflicted with the disease, called for a meeting with her aboard the ship. Yuris was one of those doctors.

The night before they were due to have the meeting, you walked in on your husband standing on your balcony in silence.

"My love?" you questioned, and he didn't turn to you. Seating yourself at the edge of the bench, you looked at him with concern. It was rare for Vulcans to show emotion, but when it came to their loved ones, it's entirely a different story.

"I cannot bear attending this meeting tomorrow, Y/N. I cannot allow them to victimize her for something like this. I had hoped that perhaps society had grown to be more accepting by now, but I can see we still have a long way to go. I fear I may not be able to help her and I do not want to contribute to what may happen should they get their way."

"Yuris," your voice was soft as you moved closer to him. "Look at me."

Carefully, you took his face with one  of your hands and cupped his cheek. Staring into his eyes, you could see the worry present in his own, but he seemed ready to listen. You took his hand with your own free one, carefully stroking the back of it with your thumb as you spoke.

"I know you, and I know that you are a remarkable man. You have always stuck to your morals and I cannot envisage you straying from them now. Should she need help, I know you will do what you know is best. I have that faith in you."

"Thank you, beloved, I just hope I can do the right thing by her."

You brought his face to yours and placed your forehead against his own, the both of you closing your eyes and savouring the silent moment together. Quietly, your voice carried through the air and sat with him all night.

"You will do what is best, Yuris.

Your husband left that day, and by the time he had gotten back, you sensed he was distraught. Bringing him inside, you seated him and took his hands. Never had you seen your husband as stressed or as sad.

"What is the matter, Yuris?"

"I tried, Y/N, I tried to help. T'Pol, the lady, I told her I too am a mind-melder and that I saw nothing wrong with the practice. She confided in me that her mind meld was not welcomed, and I urged her to tell the council, but she had refused. I gave her all the information she needed, helped her where I could, but still they threatened her with decommission. Their captain, Archer, had a meeting with us and I told them..."

"What did you tell them?" You urged him on, holding his hands tighter, having never seen him so scared before.

"I told the council I am a mind-melder. I told them T'Pol's circumstances, too. I could not help it; I could not stand by and watch her ostracized for something she could not control. She has been allowed to remain aboard Enterprise,  however."

"This is good, there is nothing wrong with what you have done, Yuris."

"I have been suspended, and I believe I am no longer welcome in my research at the facility. They know now that I mind-meld, I am sorry, Y/N."

You smiled at him, your smile met with confusion. "What are you apologising for?"

"For allowing my emotions to get the better of me."

"That is not something you must apologise for, Yuris. You are carrying guilt and a burden you should not be carrying. Your actions have allowed an innocent lady to keep her job and her dignity; she can live as she has done and continue her life free of fear of judgement. What you have done is not only logical, it is also brave. Sacrificing yourself like that is the first step in showing society that prejudice holds no place in progression. We should strive to be more accepting and less judgmental, and you are that first step. You are brave, Yuris, and I am proud of you."

He smiled at you, gripping your hand a little tighter.

"But this will affect you, too. People will now look at you differently. That is not something I would want for you. You can't-"

"I care not for what people have to say about me. I will stand by you through anything, and if that means I am treated the same as they will treat you, then I am guilty by association. As long as I am with you, I care little for anything else."

"You are remarkable, Y/N, I am so lucky to have you."

You kissed your husband on the forehead, and stood with him.

"Now, let us face the council together."

Out the door you went, the same way you lived.