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MASS EFFECT KINK MEME
PART II
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PART II
Wow, I never expected this thing to take off like it did! Thank you so much to everyone who contributed to the first post. New prompts and fills should be posted here. Please refrain from posting new prompts in the old post, thanks.
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“You stood up for me,” she whispered, running those cruel little fingers over his crotch again. “My big grown-up boy deserves a big grown-up reward.”
Kaidan shook his head. “Janie, you can’t - ”
“You want me to stop?”
His cock jerked, a nonverbal, resounding no. “Not here,” Kaidan grunted, “We can’t.”
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that one.”
Shepard leaned away from him, leaving her left hand cupped over his groin beneath the table. The Major and his wife had finished their soup, watching the best man’s speech come to a close. It was the maid of honor’s turn to speak and the waiters reappeared like cool blue shadows out of the walls. They took Kaidan’s untouched soup away. Shepard, somehow, had managed to down hers. The salad course arrived, along with a champagne refill. Kaidan downed his glass before the waiter left the table, calling for an immediate third round. The asari waiter shot him a curious glance and then shrugged, sidling away with a muttered, “Can’t blame you. That speech was a fucking doozy.”
Kaidan tried to affect a casual pose, neck sweating as he picked at his salad. Every time his fork met his lips, Shepard gave a gentle squeeze, molding his erection into her palm. He shuddered, chewing and swallowing before she could tease him again. Then her hand began to slide up and down, fingertips dancing and skipping, drumming like rain drops. Kaidan dove into his champagne, gulping it down, feeling the bubbly alcohol simmer through his system and settle in his gut.
“Jane, please, it’s inappropri - ” he hissed, cut off, lungs collapsing around a sudden absence of air. Shepard was pulling down his zipper, the teeth clicking quietly behind the droning of the maid of honor. No, no, no. Can't, can't, can't. With her free hand she casually ate her salad, watching him all the while as she chewed, slowly, and then sipped her champagne. If this was a game, Kaidan thought with a grimace, he would not let her win.
Shepard’s deft little hand snaked into his y-fronts, drawing out the heated spike of his erection. The feel of her bare skin on his was agonizing, and so was the knowledge that anyone with a mind to could glance under the table and see her hand around his dick. He wanted to hump into her soft fist, but could only brace his hands against the table and stare at his cutlery. She knew exactly how to tease him, how to stroke just hard enough to make him ravenous with lust and soft enough to keep his orgasm at bay. Kaidan downed the last of his champagne, shooting the Major a pained smile as his attention wandered from the speech. Shepard tossed her shaggy mane of blonde hair out of her face, an arrogant, gloating display of control that made Kaidan want to char her dress to ashes with his biotics.
His plans for revenge vanished into gray smoke as her thumb smoothed up over the slit at the head of his cock, spreading a dab of pre-cum around in circles.
The maid of honor finished her speech, opening up the microphone to whoever wanted to add a quick congratulations to the couple. Shepard palmed Kaidan’s erection back into his shorts, flicking up the zipper in the next instant. In slow motion, Kaidan watched her hand go up, the maid of honor catching sight of her and breaking into a wide smile. Nobody else had been brave enough to speak up so quickly. Kaidan watched, terror-struck, head pounding with the contradictory need in his veins and fear in his heart. An asari attendant trotted over, microphone in hand, and Shepard nodded toward Kaidan.
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Faces. So many faces... And all of them watching him. Waiting.
Drunk, Kaidan thought with a ripple of horror, drunk and turned on and sporting a hard-on that might poke Shepard’s eye out when he stood up. Kaidan struggled to his feet, keeping his waist tight against the edge of the table, hunching a little. He took the microphone in his sweating hand and stared at the sea of excited faces looking back, Shepard, prominently, among them. She smiled, wolfishly, and nodded for him to go on.
“Reilly,” Kaidan grunted, fully aware that his shirt was soaked beneath his blue coat. “Reilly and Tara,” he continued, “You two are lucky to have each other.” His brain refused to cooperate. Mistakenly, he glanced down at Shepard, who licked her lips, slowly, and then drew her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. It was not an innocent face. It was the face of a terrible, awful, very cruel woman who had seconds ago been giving him a secret hand job under the table. Son of a bitch.
“Y-You are one of the best, Reilly, and, uh, I’m fortunate to have served with you.”
Shepard raised her thumb to her lips, the one slightly shiny with his pre-cum, and licked. Kaidan’s eyes burned a hole into her tongue.
“B-Best of luck… in… uh… your new life… together.”
A smattering of unenthusiastic applause greeted his lame finish. Kaidan shoved the microphone back at the asari as if it might sprout teeth and maul him. He dropped down into his chair, livid, and turned a black stare on Shepard. Her shoulders shook with laughter.
“Harpy,” Kaidan muttered, shaking his head at her.
“I was trying to be nice, but you were being so ungrateful. If you keep looking a gift horse in the mouth eventually it’ll bite your fucking face.”
“I should march you out of here and give you the hiding of a lifetime.”
“Promise?”
“Gah.”
Kaidan shoved both hands through his hair, not caring if it messed up the careful styling job he had done hours ago. Shepard hummed a tuneless, grating song, smug as ever, as the waiters brought the entrees and refilled water and champagne glasses. Kaidan wasn’t generally a vengeful sort, but he was more or less certain Shepard had just shaved five to ten years off his life. His heart was still drumming, thundering against his ribcage, a primal timpani. He waited for just the right moment, stalling until she picked up her fork and knife, both hands occupied, to reach across and slide his right hand up her inner thigh. His wrist dragged the hem of her dress up, bunching it near her waist. Shepard lurched forward, gasping, and Kaidan watched her eyes fly to his. He shrugged nonchalantly, letting her feel the heat of his hand near her skin.
“You bastard.”
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” He chuckled. “You should see your face.”
“You don’t have the balls,” Shepard whispered, narrowing her eyes.
Kaidan leaned across the gap between their chairs, pressing the tip of his nose against her ear. She shivered. “Maybe I should call them over with the mic, hm? You can wish the couple happy trails with my fingers inside you.”
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I need MOAR.
Captcha: release available. Whoa.
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“You’re not in any position to make threats, Commander.”
“All talk,” Shepard shot back, but her voice wavered. “All smoke and no - ”
Setting his jaw, Kaidan slipped his hand forward, just barely running the pad of his thumb over her hot, wet slit.
“Fire.”
“You were saying?”
Shepard’s face tensed, sweet, apple cheeks now two taut lines as she fought to keep her jaw from dropping open. She wiggled forward, chasing his touch. Kaidan grinned, idly shoving his fork into his mashed potatoes and eating them with a knowing waggle of his eyebrows. Shepard hardly seemed to notice, busy as she was rubbing herself against his thumb. Not in any hurry, Kaidan dropped his fork in favor of sipping his champagne, surprising her by angling his thumb in a new direction, pressing and searching until he could tease her slick nub out of hiding. Shepard sighed, closing her eyes, fists wrapped with white-knuckled fury around her fork and knife.
“So Major,” Kaidan drawled, swallowing a throaty laugh as Shepard grew suddenly still. “You have kids, don’t you? Any of them married?”
“Both actually,” the Major said, raising one eyebrow. He darted a glance at Shepard, who looked as if she had just spotted a tarantula crawling over her beef wellington. “My son is about your age, he married last summer. Julia, my youngest, married her high school sweetheart.”
“You knew the Major’s son, didn’t you Shepard?”
Jane stared blankly at him, mind reduced to the teasing pressure of his thumb on her clit. Kaidan smiled benignly back, as if vaguely embarrassed by her rude hesitation to answer. “Jack Hillary. You knew him when you served, right?”
“I…” Shepard let go of her cutlery, jolting a little when they clattered noisily against her plate. “Did.”
“Haha!” Kaidan chuckled, too boisterously, tossing back his head as he said, “Shepard gets a little quiet when there’s food on the table.”
The Major looked at her plate, which was curiously untouched.
“That’s me,” Shepard recovered in a squeak. With the force of an executioner dealing a deathblow, she stabbed her fork into her beef. She took an enormous bite, one that was probably too big to chew comfortably, and smiled awkwardly around the food. “Love that meat,” she added after swallowing, shooting Kaidan a dark ‘I can fuck you back’ look.
Kaidan coughed. The Major fell silent, embarrassed for them, and communed silently with his linguine. Kaidan waited until Shepard had taken a healthy swig of her champagne to plunge his fingers roughly into her dripping depths, watching with a quivering smile as she jerked forward, covering her mouth as the first misty sprays of champagne spurted out of her lips.
Shepard snatched her napkin up off the table and dabbed at her mouth, turning the same color as the roasted beets abandoned on her plate. “Excuse me,” she muttered, “I, um…”
“…sneezed,” Kaidan finished for her. They shared a forced grin, eyes sparking. Kaidan was reminded of one of his favorite classic earth movies; if he was the green lightsaber, that would make Shepard the red one. “It’s alright, sweetie,” he said gently, sympathetically. “Sometimes you can’t tell when your body will just - ” Kaidan pumped his fingers, savagely, giving a corresponding flick of his thumb across her clit. “- Lose control.”
Inhaling sharply, Shepard curled over his hand, champagne flute dipping dangerously in her grasp. She said something, something he didn’t quite catch; it could’ve been “Oh God” or “Ungh, good” but either way it dribbled out in a tiny, whimpering voice. He felt her thighs open up to him, her body sliding forward on the chair to grant him better access. Kaidan obliged, scooting his broccoli around on his plate with his eyes downcast, glancing frequently to the side. Her neck was flushed, her breasts swelling rapidly against the corseted confines of her dress. God that looks hot. She was liquid flame around his fingers, warm and wanting, pushing against his fingers with eager thrusts of her hips.
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Which would have to be soon, Kaidan realized, because his erection was in no mood to go down and Shepard was getting that look on her face, the quivery one that preceded an orgasm. His cock pulsed in concert with the motions of his fingers, throbbing to take their place. Kaidan licked his lips, wanting to stare her full in the face, knowing she was close, his hand absorbing the tiny shivers racing over her body. Without warning he pulled his hand out and away, burying it in his lap to avoid the temptation of touching her again. Shepard stared, open-mouthed, at her plate. Her eyebrows met, eyes shiny with tears of frustration as she stood, dress modestly arranged, and half-turned on her heels.
“I think I left that thing on in the hotel.”
Kaidan smirked, shoving back a little from the table. He peeked at her abandoned chair; there was a suspicious wet mark streaked down the center. “What thing?”
“You know,” Shepard hissed through her clenched jaw, “That one thing.”
“The… hair curler?”
The Major was watching them, perplexed.
“Yes, that. The curling iron. I left it on and that is not good.”
Nobody, including the Major, mentioned that Shepard’s hair was obviously too short to need the help of a curling iron. Kaidan nodded gravely, wiped his lips with his napkin and pushed unsteadily to his feet, turning away from the Major to hide his rather inconvenient pants situation. “You’re so forgetful sometimes, Janie,” Kaidan breathed, dropping her a wink. “Major, if you’ll excuse us.”
Shepard didn’t wait for the Major’s response. She grabbed Kaidan by the hand, spiriting him from the ballroom to the interested looks of many a gossiping party guest. The asari attendant tried to stop them at the door for an autograph, and Shepard, swearing under her breath, paused just long enough to scribble something incoherent on a cocktail napkin before darting out the door. Kaidan chuckled, though he wasn’t sure why; he was just as eager and needy and felt his own desperate fire under his feet.
“Mm,” Kaidan licked playfully at his fingers as Shepard half-sprinted to the elevator. “We’re missing dessert.”
“That’s what you think.”
She punched the up arrow, her knuckles audibly cracking against the button. When she turned to face him, Kaidan felt a little sigh whoosh out of his throat. Her eyes… He hadn’t seen that look since she tied him up in a strip club and, well anyway... He was really in for it now. Somehow, he didn’t mind.
Shepard grabbed him by the collar of his dress blues, yanking him into the elevator and nudging the “close doors” button with her hip. She took a few teetering, drunken steps away from him, backing up against the wall. Kaidan glanced quickly at the floors as they dinged by. They were staying on the twenty-second - that was some time, but not nearly enough for what he craved, not to mention the damned elevator was entirely glass. The lobby dropped down below them as Shepard put her back to it, leaning against the glass. Kaidan lingered by the wall of flashing buttons, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“Janie…”
She reached for the top of her dress, pulling down, showing him her bare, flushed breasts. Kaidan grunted, reeling forward a little bit, hit square in the chest by a blazing bolt of desire. With her back to the lobby, he was the only one getting an eyeful. And damn was it an eyeful. Shepard grinned, wantonly shaking her chest from side to side to make her breasts bounce just that way, the way that made his prick strain for dear life against his fly. “Jesus.”
In the next instant he was on her, pinning her to the glass, callused hands roaming over her breasts, pinching her nipples into even stiffer peaks. He kissed her, shoving his tongue into the swirling cavern of her mouth. She tasted like salt and champagne. Kaidan ground his waist into her, aching for release, rubbing the seam of his pants against her groin, trying to alleviate some of the roaring pressure.
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“You have the hottest fucking ass in the fleet, Alenko,” she whispered, pressing into his back as they reached the door at last. Kaidan chuckled, fumbling like an idiot with the keycard, dropping it and pushing his ass into her waist. Shepard giggled, tipsy, and squeezed his backside with both hands. Kaidan yelped and then growled and then kicked the door open so hard it shrieked on its hinges.
Shepard tore at his coat, not even waiting for the door to click shut before assaulting him. Kaidan helped, fingers still slightly useless as he tried to catch his breath and move on from the tantalizing image of her shoving her tits at him in a glass fucking elevator. Champagne… Never again. Or maybe every day, he couldn’t decide. He flipped his coat over his head, chucking it into a wall. Shepard tumbled back into the room, blindly groping for the zipper on her dress. Once found, it took a single judicious tug of her hand and a little wiggling dance to leave it pooling at her feet. True to her word, she was completely naked underneath.
Not that Kaidan hadn’t already found that out, incontrovertibly, at the dinner table, at a wedding no less… in front of a Major. Christ. He probably deserved a court marshal for that stunt. Which was unimportant, really, compared to the ache in his groin. Blood singing, Kaidan ripped his undershirt over his head and grappled with clawing fingers at his trousers. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shepard bend over to unbuckle her high heels. Jesus, what a view.
“No,” Kaidan barked, shooting her a warning glance, “Keep them on.”
Shepard stood, watching him, eyes twinkling with interest. Kaidan shucked his boots and pants and underwear in a series of increasingly urgent yanks. The heels did insane things to her calves and thighs, making her stand with a slight jut to her hips, her breasts thrust forward in his direction. Kaidan rushed forward, not meaning to dip into the shivering well of his biotics, but doing so anyway, tackling her onto the bed with a screaming burst of blue radiance. Shepard gasped, thighs pried apart, Kaidan kneeling over her on the mattress with the springs creaking in protest.
Then Kaidan stood, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. It was just high enough that their waists met, with a little creative shuffling from Kaidan. “I don’t know the hell I did to deserve you,” Kaidan muttered, running his hands up and down her calves, tongue lashing out to taste her smooth skin, “But I wish I could go back and undo it.”
“Liar.”
“Tease.”
Shepard arched up off the bed toward him, shimmying her hips at the faintest brush of his cock against her entrance. Kaidan hooked her legs around his waist, feeling the hard bounce of her high heels against his ass. Maybe it was just adolescent fantasy, but something about a naked woman in heels made him delirious with lust. He slicked his shaft between her lips, teasing up and down, giving her a taste of her own torturous medicine. It was a good thing he was still a little drunk, otherwise he might’ve been too busy worrying about the chances someone noticed their naughty game during dinner. As it stood, however, he could think only of her beneath him, her tight, willing body wrapped around his and the knowledge that soon he would be sinking into her heat.
“God, Kaidan,” she wailed, arching again as he brushed his thumb over her slick clit. “Fuck me.”
There were probably words to articulate the kind of pulsing, heady desire gripping his chest, but Kaidan couldn’t quite find them. He angled down, sliding forward, pushing her open, not stopping until he was in her to the hilt and she was panting his name. She spread for him, moaning, fisting the blankets as she tossed her head and bucked against him. Kaidan pulled out, completely, and slammed back inside with a feral shout.
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Kaidan enjoyed a few more satisfying pumps of his hips and then eased out of her with a hiss of determination. The last thing he wanted was to stop, but Shepard had earned a bit of punishment for her nasty interpreation of "dinner theatre." She popped up onto her elbows, sapphire eyes burning like stars as she muttered, “What the fuck? Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Kaidan replied huskily, crooking a finger at her. Shepard climbed cautiously onto her knees, and when he took a step back, clambered off of the bed to stand in front of him. “On your knees,” Kaidan whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand as he guided her down in front of him. She trembled. The floor was carpeted. He smirked. Good. If her knees were roughed up she might think twice about trying to jack him off in public again.
Kaidan saw the brief check of Jane's head, the trepidation as she eyed his cock, gleaming with her juices. He slid his palms under her jaw, raising her lips and kissing the tip of his erection against her pursed lips. “Go ahead,” Kaidan whispered, watching her expression closely. When she hesitated again he added, “Bad girls go to bed without dessert.”
That seemed to convince her, and Shepard opened her mouth wide for him, but not before grunting a quiet, “Asshole.”
Her tongue darted out to lick him in a circle and Kaidan groaned at the sight of her sucking his wet prick into her mouth. Kaidan rolled up onto his toes, gripping her hair as she moaned around his thickness. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, hands roaming over her breasts and pinching at her own nipples. He pulled back out, slowly, using his hold on Shepard’s hair to wiggle her mouth free.
“Get up,” he said, helping her off the floor with a curt tug under her armpit. “Turn around, hands on the bed.”
Shepard scrambled to do as he bid, and judging by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, she was aching for it. Kaidan knew the feeling. He settled his chest down on her back until she got the idea and bent completely at the waist, spine parallel to the floor. He slapped her thighs further apart, watching her legs strain, muscles fluttering and taut, luscious curves streaming down to her sexy high heels. Kaidan paused briefly to admire the way the heels made her ass and thighs look, and then grabbed her by the hips and slammed home.
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Shepard wasn't prepared for his force, and she almost lost her balance teetering on the heels. But Kaidan caught them, securing her, letting her shift and groan and accommodate his girth from this angle. He was rarely in the mood for this position, since he liked watching her face and tasting her kisses, but at that moment it was exactly what he wanted. Kaidan wanted a fuck, a lay, and he wanted to give Shepard a pummeling she would never forget. Her hips oozed back and forth, her inner muscles tightening around him as she fucked herself up and down his length. Kaidan allowed it, amused, standing still, panting hard as Shepard mumbled a string of broken curses and impaled herself with faster and deeper strokes. No longer contented to stand idly by, Kaidan met one of her seeking pushes with a thrust of his own, angling upward, searching for the spot that made her go wild and tremulous in his arms. Her back arched, legs twitching apart even further, spreading to him, encouraging his rough, plunging drive.
Shepard shrieked as he fucked her, pitilessly, gripping her hips and sinking his fingernails into the soft skin of her waist. Kaidan threw his head back, chest beading with sweat as he laid into her. He groaned and shut his eyes, picturing her fisting his dick at that party. And he pushed harder, remembering the feel of her dripping wet hole as she gasped and bucked around his fingers. And the elevator, ugh, he was spinning out of control… Kaidan leaned forward, release near enough to reach out and grab. He fumbled one hand under Shepard’s waist, massaging her clit in furious little circles, grunting with satisfaction as she suddenly came, head flying up as his name spilled from her lips and she shivered to completion around him.
Kaidan reached forward, grasping her shoulders, drawing himself out and then pushing against her shoulders to seal himself back inside. His abs clenched, gut tightening as the pressure built with unbearable density behind his groin.
“God, please, Kaidan.” Shepard’s voice was muffled by the blankets as she buried her head into the mattress, coming up for air a second later with a sucking gasp and a keening, “Please, I... Pleas, come inside me.”
He did, eagerly, cock swelling and pulsing as he released, finishing with one final thrust that sent them both sprawling headlong onto the mattress. The waves of pleasure throbbed, endless, sharp and then soft and then sharp again, almost painful in their intensity. He felt loose, empty, the pressure that had been building since dinner finally dissipating in shivering spasms of relief. Kaidan crawled off of Shepard, wheezing like an asthmatic after a marathon, and rolled her into an embrace. She clung to him, chin settling in the slick dip between his collarbones. A kiss fluttered against his chin.
“Jesus, Janie,” Kaidan whispered at last, chuckling hoarsely and wiping the sweaty hair of her eyes. “I can’t take you anywhere.”
fin.
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AuthorAnon you win the internets!
And the last line totally clinches it.
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We all know FemShep is a naughty, naughty girl and your Kaidan just rocks.
Or should I say Kaidans? Well, there is Dom!Kaidan, Sub!Kaidan and now Naughty!Kaidan. I heart them all, including the hypothetical future ones. Have to agree with anon above, your last line is awesome.
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Yes, bunk.
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I really don't have words. A+++++++++ WOULD READ AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
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