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Your spine bumped painfully against the hard edge of a control panel in the wall, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not with Shran’s lips attached to your neck the way they were. Heat blazed along your skin where the commander left bites and open-mouthed kisses, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pressing them against the wall behind you. You were completely at his mercy.

“Shran,” you moaned, tipping your head back. The man in question snarled against your shoulder where he was worrying your skin with his teeth. The heat was getting to you, your knees weakening beneath you. Your hips rolled of their own accord, desperate for some friction at your core. The knee he’d shoved between your legs brought you some relief and you wriggled against him shamelessly. 

Shran finally put some distance between his mouth and your skin, tsking softly. “Desperate girl,” he muttered, his eyes dark and almost murderous, as though he could eat you alive. “You want me to fuck you right here against this wall, don’t you?”

You nodded vehemently, betraying all sense of decorum with your desires, warmth pressing behind your closed eyes. 

“Words, little one.” The words lingered as Shran’s breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“Please, Commander. I need you,” you breathed, brushing your lips against his temple. 

Those seemed to be the magic words, Shran’s hands slipping deftly into your pants and past your undergarments to brush softly against your clit. 

He captured your lips with his, pulling your moans into his mouth, and it felt like a matter of moments before he was tugging your uniform pants down over your ass. Glancing down, you fumbled with his uniform belt for a moment before you managed to unzip his pants, his blue length springing free. Shran groaned against your neck as you marveled at the juxtaposition of your skin against his, tracing your fingers lightly from base to tip. 

After a few experimental strokes of his cock, Shran seemed to lose his composure, turning you roughly, his fingers strumming your clit as he slid into you from behind. You pressed your flushed cheek against the cool wall as Shran filled you. With one hand down the front of your pants and the other jammed between the wall and your breasts, palming them beneath your uniform top, the Andorian commander fucked you just the way you always imagined he would when you fantasized about him in your quarters late at night. Sucking a dark mark into the curve of your neck, he fucked you hard, his thrusts deep and slow at first, then delirious and frenzied as you chased your highs together. You hoped distractedly that no one could hear Shran pounding you into the wall. 

You crashed first, Shran carrying you higher than anyone ever had before. And as you cried out and clenched around him, he followed you over the edge, his strong arms locking you against him as he came inside you. Neither of you moved for a few long moments, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness. You winced as Shran pulled out - it didn’t escape his notice, and he cradled your face in his palms as he turned you back to face him. With gentle hands, he began to right your uniform, but bit back a smirk as he glanced down to fix your top. Looking down, you saw the dark outline of the control panel pressed into your skin and, with a snort, dropped your head onto Shran’s shoulder.

“Oh! Julian, you’ve saved the day!” you exclaimed dramatically, throwing your arms around Julian’s neck and placing a meaningful kiss on his cheek. Julian beamed in your arms, his ego more than a little inflated after defeating the villain in the espionage program you’d selected for the holodeck and saving you and several other computer-generated characters from a dire fate. 

A faint blush colored his cheeks in spite of his cocky smile, and you pulled away just enough to meet his eye. You bit your lip flirtatiously. You’d spent the better part of the last hour watching your boyfriend in his element - solving puzzles, strategizing, wielding weapons. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t more than a little turned on. 

Tracing your hands down the length of Julian’s arms, you tangled your fingers with his and drew him coyly toward a black leather couch in the corner of his holodeck office. His brows pinched together in slight confusion, but he followed, allowing you to deposit him onto the plush lounge. 

“Maybe you should let me thank you for saving my life,” you teased, throwing in a wink for good measure. Julian’s eyes widened almost comically, and you had to bite back a laugh as you watched him gulp. 

“Are- are you sure?” he asked, leaning forward and reaching for your hand. You clasped your fingers with his and nodded slowly, determined not to ruin the bit. You knelt before him, his knees bracketing your sides as you squeezed his thighs reassuringly. 

“Let me give you this,” you practically purred.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” 

You nodded, biting your lip again, and he hesitantly leaned back against the couch. You made quick work of his fly, carefully extracting his hardening cock from his tuxedo pants. You teased him just a little, placing soft, fleeting kisses along his shaft, then dragging your tongue from base to tip as he groaned loudly above you. His head dropped back on the couch the moment you placed your lips around him, his sharp inhale like music to your ears.

You relished in the feeling of his hot, heavy length against your tongue, bobbing your head experimentally as your hands massaged his thighs. You knew what Julian liked, of course, but you wondered if Agent Bashir had different preferences than Doctor Bashir.

Julian’s hands flew to the back of your head as you took him as deep in your throat as you could. Your name tumbled from his mouth as he lifted his head to watch you work him over. You swirled your tongue around his tip for good measure, his thighs tensing beneath your palms. Using one hand to stroke the base of Julian’s cock while you swallowed around him, you felt his hips jerking forward and you knew he was close. Putting more pressure behind your tongue, you pulled him deeper, pushed him closer to the edge. Moments later, he snapped, fisting your hair tightly as he came down the back of your throat.

Damar knew how to be tender. You knew he was quite soft on the inside, beneath his heavy Cardassian armor. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

Tonight, though, he was anything but. He’d come in hot under the collar, furious at something Weyoun had said to that female changeling. He paced around the room when he first arrived, spiraling in his rage. And he’d been drinking, his lips stained red with kanar. It had taken several minutes and lots of hushed flattery before he’d calmed down enough to converse with you.

Which was how you’d come to find yourself in your current situation, legs thrown over Damar’s shoulders as he fucked his frustrations out. His fingers dug into your thighs as he plunged over and over again into your soaked cunt, the slapping of skin resounding in his sparse quarters. His lips roamed the length of your calves, alternating spun-sugar kisses and teasing bites. Your skin was almost always littered with hickeys and bites in various stages of healing, Damar often returning to his baser urges during your coupling. Seeing the bruises in the mirror the next day never failed to turn you on all over again, and just the thought of it made you shudder. Your wanton moans mingled with his growls in a way that had you clenching around his length. 

By now, you knew Damar’s tells well - you knew he was close, but he seemed to be having trouble getting over the edge. 

“Use me, Corat,” you begged, writhing below him as he buried his face in your neck, folding you in half. “Come for me, love.”

A low moan rumbled through Damar’s chest - you felt it vibrate against your ribcage. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver racing up your spine. Your responding whine turned into a harsh wail as Damar’s teeth sank into your flesh, the pain and pleasure mixing to send you tumbling headlong into climax alongside your Cardassian lover. 

You knew he hadn’t been going easy, and as he rolled off you to catch his breath, you felt a trickle of blood roll down your neck and shoulder. You knew as soon as he realized, Damar would rush for the dermal regenerator, but as you gazed over at your weary but sated Cardassian, with the weight of all of Cardassia on his shoulders, it all felt worth it.

The image was a fleeting one, flickering across your mind, then gone just as quickly as it had appeared. It wasn’t one of yours, you knew, based on the perspective - you gazed down at Vorik’s fingers tangled with yours on the couch before glancing up at him quizzically. 

A slow green blush crawled across his cheeks. He studied the PADD in his other hand diligently, but now you knew just how much his mind was wandering.

And to where.

You bit your lip before finding your voice. “We could try that,” you murmured.

Vorik looked up at you, surprise written on his normally stoic features. “Are you certain, Ashayam? You would enjoy that?”

You nodded, trying to appear confident despite the racing of your heart. A futile effort, since Vorik could read you like a book. “I think so,” you offered. “And I would definitely be happy to try it if you would enjoy it.”

Vorik shifted his hand that was cradled in yours, forming the ozh’esta with his fingers. Warmth filtered up your arm and you felt yourself relax, feeling safe and loved by your Vulcan partner. At that moment, it didn’t matter that you were lost in the Delta Quadrant and years from home. Home was with Vorik. 

Feeling emboldened, you shifted into his lap, straddling his thighs and clasping your arms behind his neck. Having been a quick study of the Human art of kissing, Vorik captured your lips with his, groaning deep in his throat as you quickly deepened the kiss, your tongue dancing against his. His hands skated desperately up your sides beneath your sleep shirt, his fingers grasping and urgent.

Before you knew it, Vorik had risen from the couch and maneuvered you to your shared bed in the next room, shedding clothes along the way. He settled himself in bed, leaving you kneeling above his torso. You could feel the hunger and impatience in your shared bond as he gazed up at you, his hands resting gently on your thighs. His mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips fanned the flames smoldering in your core. You bit your lip, feeling a trickle of nervousness that you quickly doused, dipping low for one last kiss from your lover before you shuffled your knees forward, your core soon poised above your partner’s face. 

You stifled a nervous giggle as you realized just how rapidly you had gone from this being a scene in Vorik’s mind to actually acting it out. You knew just what this looked like from his angle, having seen it already in your mind, your body undulating with pleasure in his fantasy. 

Vorik’s hands reached to your hips, lowering you slowly, almost reverently, over him. You grasped the headboard to steady yourself as Vorik swiped his tongue greedily through your folds. Your hips jerked in response, earning a low growl from the Vulcan below you. He pulled you down hard against him, plunging his tongue into you, your responding cry of pleasure flying from your mouth. 

Vorik worked at you like a desperate man, alternating between broad licks and sucking teasingly at your clit while his hands roamed freely across the expanse of your body. Your eyes closed in absolute pleasure, your hips finding their own rhythm rocking against him, no longer nervous or shy as you felt Vorik’s satisfaction through your bond. He worked you up towards your climax, pushing you closer towards your peak with every caress. 

Your muscles were taut like springs inside you, ready to snap, as one of Vorik’s hands fondled your breast, drawing a low moan from him below you. You came with unprecedented force, your shout of pleasure likely muffled to Vorik as your legs drew tight around his head reflexively. 

Yes, Ashayam, yes, he chanted through your bond, and you could feel his desire coursing through it. His strong hands held you steady as you came back to reality, your mind sluggish as you contemplated how best to make Vorik feel as good as he’d just made you feel.

It was agonizing. Sitting across the poker table from Taurik had to be the worst way to spend your night - stealing glances at his stupid, ugly face, listening to his obnoxious voice as he told an idiotic story about engineering. 

You hated him. You hated each and every single one of his characteristics.

Mostly, though, you hated that you were in love with him. 

The night dragged on, with you trying desperately to maintain your attention on the game, and failing miserably, losing three hands in a row. Even Taurik noticed, inquiring about your well-being. And what could you say? I can’t concentrate because you’re sitting too close and you smell too good and sometimes at night I wonder what it would be like if you were in my bed with me and and and…

No way.

So you fibbed about being tired and called it an early night.

You didn’t catch the way Taurik’s eyes followed you as you left.

***

It started with Taurik teaching you the ozh'esta, magic crackling in your fingertips. And then the feelings grew, with you teaching Taurik how Humans kiss, his hands cradling your face as his lips brushed tenderly against yours. Then came the hunger, full of heady sighs and insistent touches. In what felt like a blink, you were on your back on your bed with Taurik hovering over you, his hands urgently tugging at your uniform pants and underwear, with his mouth poised at your core, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your throbbing cunt.

You woke with a start in your dark room, lit only by the distant stars, a gasp pulled from your throat before you even realized you’d made a sound. As your senses returned to you, you let out a pained groan, thanking your lucky stars your roommate worked Delta shift and you had the room to yourself. Your core throbbed uncomfortably as snippets of your dream returned to you and you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs.

You sighed heavily. You should just forget the whole thing and try to go back to sleep, but as you stared up at the ceiling, your mind still brimming with Taurik, you knew it wouldn’t be so easily forgotten. Hesitantly, you dragged your fingers through your slit, circling your clit with slippery fingers, the action sending a wave of heat rolling up your spine. You pinched your eyes shut, imagining Taurik’s hands in place of yours, his stupidly handsome face hovering with an eyebrow raised, daring you to come for him.

Slipping your free hand under your sleep shirt, you pinched at your nipple, feeling it pebble against the fabric. 

You teased yourself as you imagined Taurik would, your fingers exploring your pussy leisurely. It wasn’t long, though, before the tension in your limbs won out and your movements took on a more frenzied pace. You slipped two of your fingers into your slick heat, imagining… wishing they were Taurik’s.

Your back arched against the sheets, your free hand grasping harshly at your thighs as you curled your fingers inside you, as you imagined Taurik pressing himself into you fervently. You wondered what kinds of sounds he would make; if he would kiss your neck and leave marks for you to remember him by; if he was experienced or if you would have the distinct pleasure of showing him just how to make you feel good.

As the heel of your palm pressed firmly against your clit and your fingers massaged your inner walls, you found your hips rolling on their own, working you up toward your peak. 

You couldn’t help the gasped “Taurik!” that slipped through your lips as you wound higher and higher, nor could you stop the drawn out moan that was pulled from your chest as you sent yourself over the edge, your head tipped back on your pillow.  

As your breathing slowed and your heart rate gradually returned to normal, you tried not to overthink the inappropriateness of getting yourself off to the thought of someone who wasn’t interested in you. Letting out a frustrated groan, you pulled your pillow over your head, wishing you had the guts to tell Taurik how you felt.

The Replimat. The Habitat Ring. Quark’s Bar, but that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. The Klingon restaurant. The Promenade. Sisko’s office.

These were all the places you’d run into Gul Dukat in the last two weeks. Each time, you’d done nothing more than exchange pleasantries. It seemed as though Dukat wanted to speak with you more in depth, but every time you bumped into each other, you were in a hurry or being called away by someone. After a few days of this, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger over his intimidating form as you moved on, wishing you had time to ask him… something. Anything, really, just to get him to say what was on his mind. You were dying to know if he had the same thing on his mind as you did.

So after two weeks of increasingly familiar greetings and tentative glances, you decided to make your intentions known. And it was though, your decision made, the universe was inclined to pave your way. 

***

The turbolift groaned to a halt at the Promenade’s lower level, and you stepped on, eager to head home after a long shift. As you turned back around, your eyes locked on the now-familiar figure of Dukat striding on to join you before the lift departed.

“Lieutenant,” Dukat greeted, smirking as he turned to stand beside you. 

“Gul Dukat,” you replied as the lift lurched, moving down toward the habitat ring. “It’s good to see you again.” You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“We seem to be running into each other quite a bit,” he teased.

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself to be bold and take what you want. “I must say, I’ve been looking forward to our run-ins,” you said, your words coming out in a murmur. In your periphery, you spotted Dukat’s eyebrow ridge raised in surprise. 

The lift shuddered to a stop at your level of the habitat ring before Dukat could formulate a response.

You stepped off, but turned back to face the imposing Cardassian. “I’d love to see more of you,” you admitted, your limbs tingling as your heart raced inside your chest. You took a step backward, away from the lift as Dukat grinned.

“H5-A, chamber 1504.”

You watched as the turbolift proceeded downward again, Dukat shooting you a smug smile just before the lift carried him out of sight.

***

And that was how you’d wound up in your current position - your face buried in the pillows and your ass in the air as Dukat fucked you ravenously, your paired grunts and moans filling the air around you. 

Dukat had shown up late enough that you’d begun wondering if he was actually going to show up, and you’d practically worried a path in your carpet with your pacing. But your anxiety and doubt had been forgotten the moment he entered your quarters and pinned you to the wall like he couldn’t wait another second to feel you against him. 

A particularly harsh thrust pulled a cry from you, his fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. Sweat beaded along your hairline. Your fingers twisted in the sheets of your bed to keep you stable as Dukat bore down over you, groaning his pleasure.

“I can’t imagine… leaving this cunt… empty,” he growled between thrusts. “You’re just begging to be filled.” He planted a hand beside you, leaning forward to drag his lips along your spine. Your back arched at his touch, his Cho’Ch hitting right where you needed it the most. Tears sprang to your eyes at the wave of pleasure threatening to engulf you. 

“Ah, you like that, don’t you, my dear?” he taunted. “The thought of letting me fuck you full of my seed, belonging to me?” You clenched around his length at his teasing, the idea sounding very appealing in your current state. Your satisfied whine was muffled by the pillows. 

Suddenly, Dukat’s arm looped around your midsection, hauling you up against his chest. He buried his face in your neck, one of his hands grasping at your hip like a lifeline while the other came to rest, almost tenderly, on your belly.

“What I wouldn’t give to see a pretty Human like you round with my child,” he muttered, as if to himself. His lips traced the curve of your neck as his hand moved down from your hip, circling your clit with practiced precision. The scales on his chest pressed into your back as he fucked you, his Cho’Ch throbbing against the roiling heat at your core. It pushed you higher, your head tipped back against his shoulder in your ecstasy. Moans poured forth from both of you as you climbed, your climax just out of reach. You could feel Dukat’s desperation in the stuttering of his hips. 

“Perhaps I’ll take you back to Cardassia with me,” he grunted, his words punctuated by his thrusts. “Make you bear my children, keep you bred like a good little Human slut,” he offered, his fingers pressing into the fat of your stomach below your navel. Arousal pooled in your tingling limbs, your legs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up and, as his fingers traced tight circles against your clit, you shuddered as you came, crying out Dukat’s name. It was followed by a sharp hiss from Dukat, who promptly spilled inside you, keeping his word to fill you up.

“Reg, you’re thinking too much,” you chided softly. 

The mostly-undressed man lying on your bed sighed, his shoulders shrugging.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled, dragging an anxious hand over his face. His body was tense, his eyes closed, worry etched in every line and curve of his face. You had to get him to relax. You knelt beside the bed, placing a hand softly on his chest, fingers spread open. 

“There’s nothing to worry about, love. I promise,” you reassured him before placing a gentle kiss on his brow. “The only thing you can do wrong is not enjoy yourself. I promise I’m going to make you feel good, so stop thinking.”

Eyes still hidden behind his hand, he nodded, and you took your invitation, your hand gliding down his soft stomach to tease the waistband of his underwear. You heard the soft hitch of his breath and smirked to yourself. 

Sneaking your hand down a little further, you grasped his hardening cock with gentle fingers, watching Reg for his reaction. You squeezed his length slightly, watching as his mouth opened in a silent gasp, his head tipping back on the pillow. Slowly, you tugged his underwear down, leaving him fully exposed before you, something you knew he realized and was overthinking. 

“You’re so beautiful, my love,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss against his thigh. A shaky exhale sounded from the head of the bed.

Returning to the task at hand, you pumped his length leisurely for a few moments, your eyes never leaving Reg’s face, determined to get him to let go. Licking a stripe up the underside of his cock, you felt the muscles in his legs relax slightly.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Reg?” you cooed, taking him fully in your mouth, Reg’s groans drifting over your head. You stopped, teasing him, but also waiting for him to answer.

“Y-yes,” he stuttered. “I am, I-I’m going to be good for you.” His eyes were still tightly closed.

Pleased, you got to work, running your tongue along the underside of his cock. As you slowly increased your speed, Reg seemed to gain confidence (or desperation), his hands coming to rest on your head. Not pushing, but there. Seemingly enjoying himself. You relaxed your throat and took him just a little further, resulting in the loudest groan yet from your partner. Snaking a hand up the inside of his thigh to graze and then gently cup his balls, you felt Reg’s hips take on a life of their own, the tension lessening in his limbs. As he grew closer to his peak, though, you felt the tension returning, and you hoped this time it was the good kind.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,” you purred as you popped off his cock for a moment to catch your breath, stroking his hot, slick length. 

He nodded eagerly, his eyes finally opening to meet yours. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you added for good measure. Taking him in your mouth again, you swirled your tongue around his shaft, his legs trembling under your touch. As his hips began to roll, seemingly on their own, you pulled off of Reg, replacing your mouth with a firm hand, and leaned over your lover, placing a brief kiss to the side of his neck, never breaking the rhythm you’d found on his cock.

His breath came in short pants as he wound closer to his peak, but his eyes followed yours, desperation and relief pooling in their dark depths. His fists clenched around the bed sheets as his head tipped back again. 

“Let me see you, Reg,” you whispered, your lips tracing the curve of his ear. “Come for me.” 

A choked groan pulled itself from his throat, your only warning before he came, his warm spend dribbling over your fingers. His fingers immediately relaxed their grip on the sheets, his body limp as he caught his breath.

It was the first time you’d been able to get him off since you’d started seeing each other - he was normally too in his own head to really enjoy himself. You’d thought maybe if you could get him to give up control, to let go and let someone else do the thinking for him, he’d get more enjoyment out of your time together - and it seemed like maybe you were right.