Just another idea in my head. These things keep getting longer, lol! The tube in this story is slightly altered to make the sides low enough for arms to drape along.
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Title: The Bath
Characters: Janeway/fem!reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nudity
Janeway was finally able to get the warm, relaxing bath that she'd been looking forward to for so long. She washed her hair and put it up in a towel out of the way, then slipped into the tub, not before adding a generous amount of bubbles. She sighed and let her mind wander to her latest fascination: one of her newest crew members. Sure, she knew not to get involved with members of the crew, but she couldn't help it this time. Not for lack of trying.
Against her better judgement, she had told you to come to her quarters around....oops! Around now, actually. She had forgot all about it. No matter, she could work with this.
The door chimed and she called for you to enter. You didn't see her in the dimly lit room so you asked if she was there. "In here," she responded.
You didn't want to walk in on her in the bathroom so you waited. She repeated her previous phrase. You slowly walked into the bathroom, you eyes focused on the floor below you. "Captain, if this is a bad time--"
She interrupted you. "Not at all. This is the perfect time." She knew there was a connection between the two of you. An unspoken connection that was exchanged with longing glances and subtle smiles. Both of you knew not to pursue these feelings, but it wasn't easy to ignore them.
You stepped just inside the bathroom and heard the water sloshing around just enough to know she was in the tub. You wanted to look up, but you didn't.
"I admit," she said, "the time got away from me. I was so looking forward to this bath that I forgot you were due to stop by." You offered to return at another time, but she refused the idea. "You've had a busy week and this tub is big enough for the both of us. Join me."
This is a moment you never thought possible. It was out of the blue and totally unexpected. You had no idea what to do. Or say.
Janeway sensed your hesitation. "Am I wrong in thinking we've been flirting with each other lately?"
You cleared your throat. "I wasn't sure you noticed."
She smiled. "Oh, I noticed. I don't think anyone else has, though." She adjusted in the tub a bit. More sloshing sounds. "There are plenty of bubbles to hide everything. You don't have to keep looking at the floor."
You looked up slowly. Her body was hidden under the bubbles as she said. You smiled slightly. Secretly you hated the bubbles, though.
"Join me?" she requested again, almost pleading. "I won't look." She covered her eyes like a child playing Hide-N-Seek.
You agreed and began removing your clothes. It was happening so fast and you didn't have time to think about it. You informed her that you were ready to get in. She acknowledged and kept her eyes covered as she moved her legs so there was more space. You stepped into the tub and quickly sat down. You pulled your knees up to your chest for privacy.
Janeway uncovered her eyes when she knew you were situated. She found it amusing how you were positioned. "The point of this is to relax. You look like a small boulder in the shallow end of a river." You laughed a bit and that made her happy. "You can use the bubbles to cover up with. Stretch your legs out and relax."
"I'm not sure where to put my legs," you said, not wanting to crowd her.
"I'll scoot to my right and you scoot to your right. Put your legs along my left side." She covered her eyes again. "Let me know when you're situated.
You did as she said and pulled bubbles up to cover your unmentionables. You tried not to brush your legs and feet against her but it was unavoidable. Especially when she instructed you to lower yourself under the water more. Your outer ankle was touching her hip area. You tried to move it away but she assured you it was fine. When you were as good as you could be, you let her know and she uncovered her eyes.
"Relaxing, isn't it?" she asked. Her head leaned back and her eyes were closed now.
You agreed. You delighted in seeing her this way. You felt better when she had her eyes closed. You could watch her without the awkwardness of being caught.
She lifted her arm and brought some water to her face to cool her skin. Doing so allowed water to run off her arm and onto her chest. Some of the bubbles on her right breast dissolved, giving you a lovely view. She put her right arm along the tub side, beside the wall. Her left arm was draped over the left side of the tub. Water dripped off her hand onto the floor. She looked gorgeous. At ease. Not a care in the world.
You got lost in thought as you stared at her semi bare breast, hoping more bubbles would evaporate. Her hand dipped into the water again and she wiped some of the bubbles away from her other breast. You smiled and felt your mind floating in the clouds.
"Enjoying the view?" The words seemed far away. Until they didn't. Janeway still had her head back but her eyes, her sleepy eyes, were open enough to see you watching her.
You came back to reality and suddenly felt embarrassed. Your eyes darted away from her.
Sensing your uncomfortablness, she playfully splash you with water, rinsing away a good part of the bubbles on you. Your hands flew up to cover yourself. You looked at her, shocked, and saw she was laughing. You began to laugh as well. You felt your anxiety melt away as if by magic.
"Feeling better?" she asked, placing her arms back on the sides of the tub.
"Yes," you replied. "Thank you." You gained some extra courage to look at her and appreciate her beauty. She did the same. "You're beautiful," you said quietly.
"Glad you finally noticed," she joked. She put her head back and closed her eyes again. She smiled a sleepy smile. "Feel free to keep noticing."
TAG: AU - College/University | Heavy Angst | Pining | brief mention of eating disorder | Hurt/Comfort | Panic Attacks | Rebound Sex | Jeon Jungkook Is Bad at Feelings | Sad Park Jimin | Rough Sex | Self Confidence Issues | Self-Esteem Issues | Unrequited Love | Eventual Romance | Jeong Jungkook has emotional constipation | Park Jimin is trying his best | Insecure Park Jimin | Top Jeon Jungkook | Bottom Park Jimin
Summary:
Jimin spent a long time trying to gather pieces of his heart with trembling hands, only for Jeongguk to stumble and let it fall to the ground again.
It's been several months since you'd become an inmate at Lichfield prison. Your bunkmate was the one thing that made it almost worthwhile. Red wasn't very easy to get along with at first, but you took a fancy to her rather quickly. But lately, she had lost her flare. Not only had she had a falling out with her prison family, she also didn't have any funds coming in from the outside. Her kitchen was no longer hers and she had no way to pay for hair care. Her once wild colored and styled hair was now flat and showing its gray roots.
As you sat sideways in your bunk enjoying the silence and flipping through a magazine, Red sauntered in and got into her bed, propping herself up with pillows and sighing heavily as she cracked open her book. No one else was in the area and it was peaceful, all except for that sigh.
"Rough day?" you inquired.
"Isn't it always?" she answered, not looking up from her book.
"I find it helps to focus on certain things," you said.
"And by that, you mean me?" She knew how you felt about her. You had admitted your feelings for her just days ago. She was flattered but assured you that she didn't swing that way. "It's never gonna happen." She looked over her book and over the frames of her glasses to make eye contact with you when she said it.
"I could take your mind off things for a while. Just saying." Before you finished the sentence, she was back to her book.
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Days before, you had told her your feelings. You spilled it all. Put it all onto the table. You told her you didn't want anything in return and you only wanted to please her and make her happy. You said you'd do anything for, and to, her. Day or night. That you didn't ever expect her to have feelings for you in that way. And you meant it. She told you you're a nice girl and she cares for you as she cares for the other members of her family there, but that was the extent of it.
Only hours after that discussion, Red found herself isolated from her family. She didn't know if they'd ever forgive her for what she'd done. It was an accident brought on by pride and a need to protect what was hers, but either way, she was on her own. She did feel lucky to have you in her life, though. It was nice to have a friend when everyone else turned their backs on her.
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Red turned the page in her book and grimaced as she shifted a bit in the bed.
"You okay?" you asked.
"Just a cramp in my neck is all," she replied.
"You know I can massage your shoulders for you if you want." You had offered her back rubs and massages before but she declined, figuring you were hoping it would lead to more.
"No, thank you," she once again denied.
"Red, I'm not trying to seduce you." You tossed your magazine onto the bed. "I'll keep it completely professional."
She looked over at you and pursed her lips as if struggling hard to think it over. "You'll keep your hands on my shoulders, nowhere else, and you won't try anything funny? And no strings attached?"
"Deal!" You hopped up and walked over to her bed. She sat up slowly and you sat beside her as she turned away to give you access to her shoulders.
She turned back to face you before you started and double-checked, "No funny business?"
You gently turned her and promised you'd behave. You began rubbing her shoulders with very little pressure, not wanting to hurt her.
"You'll have to do better than that," she said. "You feel like a little bird hopping across my shoulders."
You laughed and applied more pressure. She responded by dropping her shoulders and head and exhaling loudly. You could feel the tension in her shoulders and up around her neck area. You kneaded your thumbs into the knots and she let out a loud moan. "Did I hurt you?" you asked, stopping the massage.
"No. No, don't stop," she insisted. "It feels good."
You continued the massage, pleased that she was enjoying it.
After a few minutes, you could feel the knots had loosened up considerably. You informed her of this.
"Still not loose enough for what you want me to do," she teased.
"I don't want you to do anything, you know. I wanna do things to you. There's a difference." You wished you hadn't said it, but she brought it up. You didn't want her to think you were trying anything.
"Out of curiosity," she started, "Why do you want to do things for me if you get nothing in return?"
You realized she was genuinely interested in an answer. "Because I like you."
"I know," she said. "But why, if you know I'll never like you back in that way? Why would you still want to make me happy but not yourself?"
"Because making you happy would make me happy. Knowing I was making you feel good, makes me feel good. And I can still hold onto hope that you'd come around some day." You laughed, making sure she knew you weren't completely serious.
She let out another moan as you increased the pressure a bit. "Aah, that feels so fucking good. You've got magic fingers"
Her accent when she said that made electric tingles shoot through your body. "Hey, I tried to tell you," you joked. "Just think of all you're missing out on. I do a mean breast massage."
You expected things to get awkward, having maybe crossed a line there, but quite the opposite. "Maybe, you could give me a small sample. Just out of curiosity. And only one breast, to start."
Her request shocked you, but you wasted no time granting it. You kept one hand working on her shoulder and the other you reached around, under her arm and seeked out her breast. You slid your hand onto her right breast and firmly, but gently, carassed it. You could hear her breath catch for a moment and she instinctively placed her hand on yours and squeezed to increase the pressure of your own hand. She leaned her head back towards yours. Her soft hair was touching your face and you calmly, and deeply, inhaled the scent. But you couldn't let yourself get too carried away. This could end at any moment.
"You were right," she said breathlessly. "I have been missing out. Use both hands."
At first you thought she meant to use both hands on her shoulders and you started to pull your hand from her chest, but she held onto your hand. Then you understood what she meant.
You reached your other hand around and cupped her other breast. You massaged them both, and she guided your hands. You never tried to put your hands up under her shirt. Everything was through the shirt and bra. It didn't matter. This was more than you had hoped for.
"Red?" you asked, feeling a bit brave. She grunted in response. "Can I kiss your neck?" Another grunt, followed by a broken sentence about not caring what you do.
You nuzzled your face in the side of her neck and kissed it. Her skin was soft. You wanted to do much more but you settled for this. She was giving you so much already.
A distant sound of people coming in made you both break away from this new happy place. You composed yourselves and tried to look normal sitting there. People walked by and took no notice.
"Thank you," she said as you were about to stand to make your way back to your own bed. Her voice was soft and sincere and you responded with a smile and a nod.
After you'd gone back your bed, she got up to make her way out to use the bathroom. Before rounding the corner, she looked back at you and said, "And don't give up that hope. You never know." She winked and was out of sight, leaving you to your imagination.
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That night, when the lights were out and everyone was asleep, you woke up to the shadowy figure of Red leaning over you. Startled, you pulled back slightly and gasped. She put a finger on your lips and hushed you. Then she leaned closer and whispered in your ear, "Would you like to help me with something?" You nodded in agreement. "I just had a very erotic dream that's left me, shall we say, wanting a proper ending. If you're still willing to please me in any way?" She didn't have to ask twice.
She made her way back to her bed. She was wearing an oversized night shirt, socks and panties. You quietly followed her to her bed and waited for her to lay down. She put her knees up to allow you to remove her panties, but kept the night shirt on. She didn't wanna be too exposed.
Making certain, you whispered, "Are you sure about this?" She nodded, giving you the go-ahead.
You leaned down and positioned yourself between her legs, trying hard to take in the view, but failing because of the darkness. You began kissing and licking her inner thighs, alternating back and forth. You worried when you didn't hear her making any sounds. You pictured her just lying there wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Waiting for her to snap her legs shut and push you away. But the higher you went, the more you felt her body change. She felt tense, but also relaxed. Tense with anticipation but relaxed from finally giving in to desires.
When you reached the entrance that you'd so longed for, so hungered to taste, you paused.
"What's the matter?" she whispered, sounding impatient and possibly worried that you didn't find her as attractive as you'd thought.
"Just savoring the moment," you whispered back. You couldn't see it, but she smiled at your words.
You slowly began licking her already moist slit, thinking it must have been some dream. You wondered briefly if it was about you, but figured it had most likely been about her and a man. It didn't matter. You slipped your tongue into her. She tasted better than you could have thought she would. You could feel her tensing as you worked your tongue. She was trying hard not to make any noise. You wished you could be alone with her. Somewhere far away from this place. Somewhere that she could be as loud as she wanted. You yearned to make her moan, to make her scream with pleasure. But then this wouldn't be happening if you weren't both in here, so you didn't complain any further.
You focused your attention on her clit. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small, either. It was just right. And as you sucked on it and flicked your tongue across it, she reached down and grabbed your hair pulling your face harder against her. You loved this. The way she was guiding you. The way she was showing you that she wanted more. And you gave it to her. You would always give her whatever she wants.
You slipped two fingers inside of her easily. Then a third with no resistance. She grinded against your hand and your face. It had been so long for her. She needed this and you could tell. You were more than happy to give it to her. Her breath was harder now, you could hear tiny whimpers as she did all she could not to be verbal. She pushed your head away. You sat up, wondering what was wrong and realized she was close to climaxing. She didn't wanna lose control and wake anyone when she did.
You lifted her shirt higher, pushing it up to her chest and wadding the material. She wasn't concerned with exposing herself too much now as she had been before. She realized what you were doing. She took the wadded material of the shirt and placed it in her mouth, her bare breasts now showing in the tiny bit of available light. She looked gorgeous. Now with a makeshift gag, she was ready to be finished.
You resumed your position and continued working her pussy with your fingers and devouring her clit with your mouth. It only took seconds more to bring her to orgasm. The shirt came in handy and muffled most of her sounds as she writhed beneath you, her muscles clenching around you. You eagerly licked and sucked every drop from her.
When you were done, you wanted to kiss her, but knew that would be too much. You were on your way to leave and go back to your bed when she grabbed your wrist and pulled you down close to her. "I know we've talked about how I won't do this in return," she whispered, "but perhaps I can get a hold of a cucumber and we can improvise from there."
The idea that she wanted to reciprocate in some way, to make you happy as well, that was what warmed your heart. You wouldn't make her do anything she didn't wanna do, but the fact that she was willing to try and to make you happy, that was the real treat. And maybe this was all because you were the only friend she had now and she wanted to keep you. But you refused to let yourself dwell on that thought.
You rubbed her arm as she let you go and told her you would enjoy her suggestion, but it wasn't necessary. "I'm quite happy with the arrangement as it is," you assured her. She was too exhausted to debate it.
With you both now drifting off to sleep in your own beds, you each couldn't help wonder what to tomorrow would bring. Another massage? Stolen cucumber? A kiss? Whatever it was, you couldn't wait to find out.
Janeway wanted you to come to her quarters in the evening when she had time off. You approached her door and heard her call for you to come in. You found her in her chair, her arm casually draped over the back of the chair, a position you loved seeing her in. She had on her short-sleeved undershirt and was reading a book.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your relaxation time," you said, feeling like you'd intruded.
"Nonsense," she said, waving a hand in the air to dismiss your concern. "I just lost track of time. Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the sofa. "Lemme just finish this chapter."
You told her not to hurry and you sat down on the sofa. You couldn't help but be transfixed on her. The intense stare at the pages. The arm over the chair back. The undershirt. She looked irresistible. You couldn't stop imagining all the things you wanted to do to--
And then you noticed her book was lowered and she was smiling at you as you were lost in the thought of her. "Sorry," you said shyly.
"For what?" she asked. "Having naughty thoughts about me?"
You shifted in your seat. "How did you know I was--"
"It's written all over your face clearer than the words in this book," she answered. "Plus there's a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth." She laughed as you wiped your mouth. "I'm teasing you," she added, standing up and walking over to you. She removed her shirt revealing the tank top beneath it. She knew you loved seeing her in that. "Better?" she purred seductively. She motioned for you to put your legs up on the sofa.
"Much," you said, stretching out on the sofa as she wished.
She straddled your waist and put her hands on either side of your head before lowering herself down to kiss you. You moaned lightly as her tongue explored your mouth. Soon you were moaning even louder as she started to grind herself against you.
Her lips moved to your ear. She nipped and nibbled at your lobe. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispered into your ear. You nodded as your voice had suddenly been lost in the excitement. She rocked her pelvis harder against you, bringing out more sounds from deep within you.
Your hands found their way to her hips and you pulled her towards you with an uncontrollable need to feel her against you as much as possible. You slid one hand up under her shirt, wishing to feel the warmth of her skin. "I need you," you finally spoke. It was a faint, breathy plead, but she heard you.
She sat upright and began fiddling with your pants, trying to unfasten them. Your pulse sped up with anticipation. When her eyes locked on yours, you felt a surge of electricity shoot to your very core. She grinned, knowing exactly how you felt. She got your pants undone and--
"Captain," a male voice appeared from the air, "You're needed on the bridge."
"Dammit, Chakotay," she groaned before actually replying to say she would be right there.
You let out a heavy sigh and she shrugged at you.
"This'll have to wait," she frowned as she fastened your pants back up. She crawled off of you and put her other shirt back on. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
You were sitting up by now and looking disappointed. You tried to smile, not wanting it to feel like it was her fault for having to leave you like this. "Duty calls," you said with faux cheer.
Buttoning up her uniform, she leaned down and kissed you. "I promise," she reassured. And you knew she meant it. "Stay the night," she said, on her way out. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
You know that scene where Janeway is basically out of uniform, reading, her arm over the chair? I can not get that out of my head. It's my go-to place when I'm trying to fall asleep. And some times she does that raised eyebrow, looking down at you, dominant expression. I really need a fanfic of all this.
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Title: Reading Is Fun
Characters: Janeway/fem!reader
Rating: PG
Warning: Suggestive stuff
She lowers her book and looks up at you standing there, clearly annoyed that you've intruded on her reading and relaxation time. You feel a nervous sensation through your body as you're about to explain your presence there. Instead of the expected lecture, she catches you by surprise.
"Get on your knees," she says, raising an eyebrow. Her voice stern and monotone.
"Wh-what?" you reply, with a slight stutter.
Her expression stays unchanged and she widens the space between her legs to give you more room in front of her. "Get. On. Your. Knees."
If she was going to be interrupted, she was going to make it worth her while.
You were enjoying the chance to work in the greenhouse and away from the usual indoor chores everyone else was stuck with. Plants can be dirty but not the kind of dirty a shower stall or a toilet can be. And the best part? You get to work with Red. Well, you get to work for Red.
A storm was brewing outside and Red wanted all the plants in the greenhouse to be properly placed so they'd sustain minimal damage. It was just the two of you working there today. The others were busy helping to prepare everything indoors. Red had asked for permission to bring you along to help her.
Most of the work involved securing the bags of manure so they stayed dry, and putting the plants low enough that they wouldn't fall off the tables. But not low enough they could get washed away if it flooded. The rain was coming down hard and the greenhouse wasn't exactly the most secure building. There were leaks everywhere. You weren't sure if you'd gotten more wet on the way to the greenhouse, or from being in it. Not only that, but it was freezing. Even hoodies, jackets and gloves didn't do much at this point.
You looked over at Red and saw she had her hood up. Her hair was frantically sticking out from under the hood from each available spot. She looked adorable. But she was wet and you could tell she was uncomfortably cold.
You finished moving some pots and made your way over to her. She turned to find you standing there smiling at her.
"What could you possibly be smiling about," she asked, her accent as thick and sexy as ever.
"You, of course," you said with a grin.
"Well you'd better stop or your face will freeze like that," she replied, patting you on the cheek.
She put the last pot securely to the side and leaned back onto the wooden table, letting out a sigh. She rubbed her gloved hands together trying to warm them up. You stepped closer and took them in your own gloved hands. "Here, let me help."
"It's no use," she said. "It's like rubbing icicles together. I'm too wet and cold to get warm, but I don't want to go back in there." She tilted her head towards the main prison building. "I'd sooner freeze out here with you." She smiled sweetly and it melted your heart.
"I have a way to warm you up," you said, an even bigger grin spreading across your face than was already there.
"You're crazy if you think I'm having sex out here," she huffed. "Either my tits would break off or my ass would freeze to the table!"
You laughed and removed your right glove. "You don't have to take anything off," wiggling your fingers at her. You started to slide your hand below to seek out her waistband under her coat but she grabbed your hand.
"You're not putting your icy fingers down there!" She pushed your hand away.
"My hands aren't cold," you assured her.
"Bullshit," she argued.
You reached up and played with the hair sticking out from under her hood, making sure she felt your warm fingers on the side of her cold face. Her eyes closed at your touch, relishing in the small amount of warmth you gave to her. "How are you so warm when I'm colder than a snowman at the North Pole?"
"Because being near you makes me warm," you answered, holding your hand against her face to warm her. "I mean, look how cute you are in this hoodie with your hair peaking out on all sides. How can that not give me a warm feeling? Now, about that idea I had to warm you up. May I continue?"
She grabbed the front of your jacket with both hands and pulled you closer in one hard yank. "Make me warm," she ordered.
She leaned back a bit more against the table, allowing you better access to slip your hand under the bottom of her coat and into her waistband. You went slow, just in case your touch wasn't as warm as it could be. She didn't object as you continued to slip your hand into her panties. She spread her feet wider to give you more room and you stepped into position betwen her legs. Your body was up close to hers now and your fingers made their way inside her.
She wasn't quite as cold there. In fact, she was just the right temperature. And she was already damp, only this type of dampness was good, unlike the dampness from the leaky greenhouse overhead. You leaned your free hand on the table beside her so you could lean into her better.
As you slid your fingers in and out of her, you took pleasure in her soft moans. She was holding the edge of the table to steady herself and her hips moved with your fingers. Her gaze was downward but quickly rose to meet yours when your thumb began circling her clit in changing patterns. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked ever so slightly. "You're trying to drive me crazy."
"Is it working?" you teased, continuing the patterns.
She didn't answer right away. That last move you did took her breath for a moment. "Yesss," she hissed, happily.
You planted a small kiss on her cheek, not wanting to ruin the trance she was in. Then you put your lips on her ear and whispered, "You feel so good." She grabbed your face and pulled your mouth to hers, kissing you with a hungry passion. Her tongue was cold in your warm mouth, but it felt good. You blanketed her tongue with your own, attempting to warm it. Before long, it had worked.
You were moving your fingers at a faster pace now and you could tell it was having a nice effect on her. When you pulled away from the kiss to focus on her pussy, she playfully bit your lower lip. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye when you looked at her. You responded by changing up your hand movement and making her grunt at the new direction.
"You know just what I like, don't you?" her eyes fluttering as she put her hands back on the table to brace herself. "I'm almost there."
As you started your final moves to finish her up, you couldn't help but appreciate her blissful face and the way she gave herself to you. Her moans were louder now and she looked into your eyes, her eyebrows arched in an almost sad, surrendering expression, letting you know it was time.
"Come for me," you whispered to her.
Her eyes closed and she grabbed the table edge tighter as her pussy tightened around your fingers. She let out a long throaty sound that almost made you come with her. When you were finished, you held onto her, making sure she didn't lose her balance. When she regained her strength, she kissed you sweetly as a thank you.
"You were partly right," she said with mock seriousness. "I'm much warmer now, but also much more wet than I was before."
You both laughed and embraced for a long, seductive kiss that made the chilly dampness of the greenhouse, and everything else, non-important.
You stepped into the crowded mess hall, the vibrant chatter and clinking glasses enveloping you in a warm, festive atmosphere. Captain Janeway stood across the room, her piercing eyes fixed intently on you. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you caught her gaze, her stern expression a subtle warning to behave.
As you mingled with the other partygoers, exchanging laughter and flirtatious banter, you sensed Janeway's gaze never wavered. She watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, her eyes burning with an unspoken authority. You felt like a misbehaving cadet, desperate to test the limits of her patience.
Just as you were getting into the swing of things, Janeway appeared behind you, her warm breath whispering in you ear. "I told you to behave, but it seems you didn't listen. You're pushing your luck, and I won't tolerate it." Her voice was velvet-covered steel, promising consequences if you didn't shape up.
Your heart skipped a beat as she grasped your elbow, her grip firm but gentle, and steered you toward the exit. "Time for a little....reeducation, I think." The hint of a smile played on her lips, a promise of pleasure and punishment intertwined.
In her quarters, the door slid shut behind you, and Janeway's demeanor shifted from Captain to dominatrix. She took your hand, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. "You should've listened when I told you to stop flirting with the others. Now, you'll have to pay the price."
She led you to her desk, where a sleek, black paddle lay waiting. "I had a feeling I'd be needing this tonight." Your pulse quickened as she bent you over, instructing you to keep your hands flat on the desk. Her fingers danced briefly across your rear. "You're going to learn to obey, and to respect your superior." She lowered your pants just enough. The first spank landed with a sharp crack, your ass stinging as you yelped in surprise.
Janeway's hands were everywhere, teasing you with gentle touches and sharp slaps, her arm reaching around from behind you, fingers probing your pussy with tantalizing slowness. But she denied you the release you so desperately craved, her whispers of "not yet, not yet" driving you wild. She ordered you to keep your position.
She leaned back against the desk right beside you. As you watched, mesmerized, she slipped her hand down into her pants. She began to touch herself, her fingers sliding between her legs with a soft moan. "You can look, but you can't touch," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. You writhed in frustration, your juices dripping down your thighs as you begged for release.
"Fuck, Captain, please!" you whimpered, your hands grasping for her, only to be swatted away.
Janeway's smile grew, her chest heaving with excitement. "You should've thought of that before you disobeyed me. Now, it's my turn to have fun." She turned you to face her, your ass leaning back on the desk and feeling the cold sting. She wasted no time getting to work on you. Her fingers danced inside you, expertly teasing your G-spot until you screamed, your orgasm hovering just out of reach.
She spun you back around to the former position. The paddle returned, Janeway's strokes hard and deliberate, your ass burning with each swat. You sobbed, your body trembling with need, as she denied you the release you so desperately sought.
Finally, after an eternity, she relented, reaching around you once again from behind, pulling you back against her. Her fingers bringing you to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back, leaving you panting and frustrated. "Next time, listen when I give you an order," she whispered, her hot breath caressing your ear. "Now, get out of my sight before I decide to punish you further."
As you pulled up your pants and stumbled out of her quarters, your ass throbbing and your pussy aching, you couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude. Janeway had pushed you to the edge, and you knew you'd do anything to feel her touch again. The Captain had disciplined you, and you were hooked.
Another day, another weird adventure. This time, a strange anomaly from a nearby Nebula caused you to switch bodies with Captain Janeway. You'd been in a relationship for quite some time, but you had no idea the weight she carried on her shoulders, and elsewhere, from the stress.
When the switch took place, she was in her ready room with Tuvok and Chakotay. You were in her quarters waiting for her to end her shift in a couple hours. She'd gone from being herself in her ready room, to being in her quarters. She made her way into the bathroom and saw your reflection in the mirror.
You went from being yourself in her quarters to being in her body in her ready room. Tuvok and Chakotay immediately saw your panicked behavior and knew something was wrong. Janeway quickly, and quietly, contacted you to confirm things and told you to casually leave the ready room and meet in her quarters. She filled Tuvok and Chakotay in while she waited for you to arrive.
Janeway didn't want everyone to know about the switch, so she had you (in her body) stay in her quarters while Chakotay took over her duties on the bridge. She (in your body) reported to sickbay where she worked with the doctor to reverse the situation.
While you waited, you couldn't help focus on the stress you felt in this body. Janeway's muscles were tense and you could feel the knots. And then you had an idea. You used the replicator to conjure up some stress-relieving toys. You smiled at your own brilliance and got onto the bed with the gadgets.
You started with the small bullet vibrator. It pulsed at just the right tempo. Then you moved onto the dildos. Some were small big, some were small, some vibrated, some did not. It didn't take long for each item to do its job well. All that pent up stress flowed out willingly, so to speak. With each orgasm, you felt lighter and more relaxed. You made your way into the bathroom and took a long, hot soak in the tub. Before you knew it, an hour had passed! You got out of the tub just as you got a call from Janeway.
"The doctor and I have found a reversal for our little situation," she said optimistically. "Is everything okay there?"
You assured her everything was fine and that her body was well taken care of. You had to keep from giggling at that. She said the switch should reverse itself in about 10 minutes if all goes according to plan.
You got dressed and discarded the toys, even though you planned to tell her about them once things settled down. You plopped down on the bed to catch your breath. You turned your head and saw a small remaining dildo on the night table. Before you could sit up, the switch occurred and you found yourself in sickbay with the doctor staring at you. "Did it work?" He was overjoyed when you nodded, but slightly concerned at your disappointed expression. But you couldn't very well tell him you forgot a dildo.
Janeway found herself on her bed. She felt relaxed. More so than she remembered her body feeling in a long time. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a small dildo on her night table. "Ah, that explains it."
On your way back to her quarters you wondered of she'd see it. Maybe she didn't notice. You arrived to find her waiting inside the door, her hands positioned behind her back. She was glad to see things were back to normal.
"That was interesting," you spoke, breaking the silence.
"Yes," she agreed. "But let's try not to make a habit out of it." She brought a hand out from behind her back. She was holding the dildo. "This, we could make a habit of," she said, causing both of you to bust out laughing.
"You're not mad, then?" you asked.
"Mad?" She waved the dildo in the air nonchalantly. "I haven't felt this good in ages. We're definitely revisting this. But I need to get back to work and build up some more stress, first"
She gave you a small kiss and left you with the dildo as she made her way back to the bridge. Turns out, switching things up a bit did some good after all.
