A/N: Bit of a long intro. Sorry about that.
Okay. So. Had a fellow author dub me Queen of Smut (I'm looking at you, fahRENheit2006), and while I humbly decline that title, it is true that I love writing smut. And that I got my start writing by writing erotic material. I've moved on to writing deeper, more emotional stuff - with plot, even! - but I do still love smut, and it's rare that it doesn't enter my writing. And I have a depraved little muse giving me all kinds of ideas.
It is also true that I am a fan of writing unpopular or seeming-unlikely pairings. So my muse. She came up with this idea. And it sounds too fun to pass up.
I am going to write as many one-shots as I can, which may or may not be connected to each other, of unpopular or unlikely pairings. And I am taking requests. First request has already been made by Raven Sinead. Second by LannMelo. If you have a request, please PM it to me and I'll see if my muse latches on to it. I can't guarantee I'll write every one y'all make, but I'll certainly consider it.
Rules:
1) F/F or F/M. I'm not going to attempt M/M smut at this time (this may change later).
2) Unusual means pairings you don't see too often, or people who are not in any way ever involved in-game. No Garrus/Tali, for instance.
3) No Shepard.
4) Keep the numbers down. 2-3 tops, for now (two couples swinging would also be okay). If you feel really strongly about a certain four or more-some you can PM me, but I'm not sure I'm up to that right now.
5) Kink welcome, though I can't promise I'll go to a particular kink or fetish, but I'm certainly open. It can also be exceedingly romantic, or both, or none. Just let me know what you're thinking.
6) Feel free to give me a scenario. Like, some history or sexual tension or flirting that's been going on between the characters mentioned.
7) Not gonna write non-con.
Is this silly? Yes. Do I care? Nope. Just... please don't judge my depraved little brain...
And now, without further ado, the inaugural chapter, which my own inner hedonist decided to request.
Samantha was actually tapping her foot, she was so impatient. It had been a long day, and she really was only interested in one thing to take the edge off. If she could, she would have sex with a wonderfully beautiful woman, but she was fresh out of those. So in the meantime, she had worked out a little arrangement with… an unlikely partner.
Her omnitool suddenly chirped, and bringing up the message, she grinned. "Meet me behind the giant supply crates in the shuttle bay."
She was already wet in anticipation. Of course, that could be because you've been thinking about being man-handled with a very real chance of being caught for the last three hours, Sammy. No matter. That would just make it more fun.
God, she was going to come so hard she wouldn't be able to walk straight. Not that you do anything else straight. She chuckled at her own joke.
Finally, finally, her replacement showed up, a young ensign who was even more wet-behind-the-ears that Sam herself was, and she was free. All she had to do was show him what she'd done all day – which had really kind of been fuck-all – and she was on her way.
Stepping onto the lift, Samantha hit the button for the shuttle bay, her heart already beginning to hammer in her chest. Who knew I would ever grow to look forward to this so much?
Desperate times, Sammy. That, and one very talented partner.
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, and it was with a wildly beating heart that she nearly skipped off the lift when it opened. Pulling up her omnitool so it looked like she was on an errand, she walked right past James and Steve with a murmured greeting. Once to the back of the bay, she slipped into the space that had been cleverly made for her between some very tall crates and the wall, entirely hidden from view. She then waited impatiently, her mind awhirl in the possibilities of just how this would go down.
Suddenly a large shadow fell on her, and she turned with a smirk pulling at her lips. "God, I've been waiting all-"
She didn't even get to finish. Hands on her hips, James pulled her in, leaning down and covering her lips with his. Rather than being rude, the move sent a hot pulse of desire straight to her clitoris. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed him back, marveling even after having done this many times before that he felt and tasted so different from any woman she'd ever been with. The women, while all different from each other, had a common thread of softness, even the strong butch ones who would lift her up and throw her on the bed or hold her down and make her submit. They all still treated her like a lady, like she was just a little bit fragile. But this… James was all hard muscle and tongue and teeth and unadulterated desire.
At her behest, James did not treat her like a lady, and it was exhilarating.
His tongue ravaged her mouth now, his teeth scraping along her lower lip as she tried in vain to keep up with him. It was like she was being consumed, maybe even a little bit used, but for some reason that just pulled on the line leading directly from his hands to her clit, making it throb for attention. And given the bulge she felt where their hips met, he obviously felt the same way.
He moved lower, biting her neck, sucking in the delicate flesh and biting until she almost couldn't hold back the noises she was so desperate to make. Then he did it again, and again, pulling open her shirt and moving the possessive marks down to her breasts. He held her arms still now, not allowing her to touch him, and the fact that he really could hold her still, that she really couldn't get out of his grasp unless he let her sent her heart into overdrive.
Samantha really needed him to fuck her now. Right now.
Almost as if reading her mind, he pulled back, smirking at his handiwork before abruptly turning her around to face the wall. Her heart thumped into her throat as his hands roughly found the fastening of her fatigues, undoing them in one smooth, practiced motion. Then they were being yanked down just past her ass, and all she could do as he bent her over was brace herself on the wall in front of her.
A miniscule grunt escaped his lips behind her, the familiar sound of his own fatigues being unfastened. Samantha's heart found an altogether new gear as it pounded in anticipation. She could feel her own pulse in her sex, pounding lightning-fast as his fingers dug into her bare hips. She felt him press against her labia, felt him start to slide past them toward her entrance, and then, with one quick shove, he was buried in her to the hilt.
She had to muffle her yell, biting her knuckles and letting her eyes roll up as her other hand supported her against the wall. James wasted no time, his fingers digging into her hips even harder as he pulled out of her. Then her hips were moving back, and he met them, burying himself inside her once more. James was a very well-endowed man, and the feeling of being so very full after hours of tormenting herself by anticipating this very feeling made Sam want to pass out. Instead she focused on the feeling, closing her eyes and picturing them in her mind's eye. Even as a lesbian, there'd always been something about a lesbian taking it from a man that had short-circuited her brain, sending her directly from zero to sixty.
Being part of that fantasy? God, I never thought it would be this good.
The feeling of James inside of her intensified as soon as she closed her eyes. His fingers were going to leave bruises all around her hips, but that really only excited her more. She could feel him pull out, feel him push in, trying to split her in two. Really, given how often these encounters had happened, it was amazing it still felt quite like this.
The first time had, of course, been entirely drunken. They'd been at Purgatory, dancing, drinking, getting flirty. Samantha always got flirty when she was drunk. And he was just so cute, the way he responded to it. What she hadn't planned was crawling into his lap when he found a seat and she couldn't. She'd kissed him at some point, she couldn't remember why, and then they'd spent a good solid ten minutes with her straddling his lap, making out, his giant hands pawing literally everywhere he could reach. She'd been so turned on – and so drunk – that she had merely panted for him to take her somewhere and fuck her brains out please, and James had obliged.
They'd ended up sneaking back on to the Normandy and going down to the Engineering subdeck. He had pulled off every bit of her clothes and spent the next half-hour veritably worshipping her body. In the end, she had spent a few minutes bouncing up and down on his lap, grinding him inside of her until she had a monstrous orgasm. Once she'd come down from it, he had pumped away a few times, releasing his own pent-up arousal inside of her with a few grunts and gasps.
That had been that. Samantha had been hooked. It wasn't that she was suddenly attracted to men in general, but she was attracted to James, possibly because of what she knew he could do for her? She wasn't sure, and frankly didn't care all that much. It felt good, and it was no-strings-attached. She didn't want to marry him. She just wanted to fuck him.
Daily.
In a manner which just got filthier and filthier with time.
Leading them to here and now, where they were fucking where anyone could find them, with her trousers pulled just far enough out of the way for him to have access. They didn't even exchange words. He just used her like this, at her urging. They'd been going at it long enough – every day for weeks now – that he knew exactly what she liked, and it happened to fall in the column of Things James Liked as well. So they did this, barely in private, every day, the thrill sending them both over the edge rather quickly.
She felt him brushing against her cervix now. He was being so far from gentle that she might had trouble walking when they were done, but that only sent a throb straight to her completely neglected clit. That was purposeful, too. Out of the two of them, Sam was actually the one with the weaker stamina, unlike most women, and so he had learned not to touch her clit in order to stave off her orgasm.
Not that she couldn't keep going if she came once. But the orgasm denial thing was pretty hot, she had to admit. She kind of liked it better than multiples.
She could feel herself building now even without her clit's involvement, the constant, rough assault on her g-spot – he'd gotten quite good at that, too – enough to make her feel like she needed to explode. His strokes were losing their evenness, their control, and she knew he was getting pretty close, as well. Pretty soon, he'd reach around and-
"Oh," Sam sighed, all the noise she allowed herself to make, as there were people out there who might hear them. James' hand had moved from her hip, and she could feel him curved around her, his hot breath on her neck as his fingers found her clit. Grinding against it mercilessly, more like.
She came about five seconds later, her inner walls clenching hard around his girth. He continued to grind mercilessly against her clit, his cock pressed firmly into her g-spot, his hips no longer moving, and she felt like that was her only contact with the world. The rest of her flew into the air, the ground falling away from beneath her feet. She was free falling, her only concern the spasming in her center and the corresponding waves of pleasure rocking through her body.
As she began to come down, she realized James' hand had stilled on her clit, his own body spasming inside of her. She felt his release, and it only served to prolong the aftershocks of her orgasm. The heat from his body, the closeness of him as he remained bent over her, thrilled her even though she was more or less done with sex for the moment. She had a refractory period like anyone else did, but sometimes the naughtiness of what she was doing would send a thrill through her even after the deed was done. She generally held onto that thrill, conjuring it in her mind later on so as to put her in the mood once more.
James was through now, his forehead rested gently against her, panting toward her neck, washing her in the scent of his breath. She smiled. The fight had gone out of him, as it always did. Now was the time when the gentleman in James came out, and that kind of thrilled her, as well. She wouldn't be interested in this if he actually treated her like a piece of meat.
"That was…" he breathed, trailing off and groaning softly.
She chuckled. "Yes, yes, it really was," she whispered back. His arms now lay loosely around her waist, holding her gently so she didn't strain her back with his weight on her like it was.
After a moment more to catch their breaths, he stood, rummaging in his pocket. Then he slowly, gently slid out of her, a handkerchief immediately replacing his relaxing manhood. Cleaning her as thoroughly he could, he stepped away, redoing his pants while she herself finally stood up straight.
Pulling her pants up the rest of the way, Samantha smiled, refastening her fatigues and shirt before placing a hand on his chest affectionately. "Thank you, James."
He smiled, folding the handkerchief and replacing it in his pocket. "No problem, Sam. Beer later?"
"Ooooo, yes, I'd love to. Who else?"
"Ken, Gabby, Garrus, Joker… you know, the usual."
She nodded, moving past him. "Sounds like a plan. See you later." Feeling a little loose, a lot happy, and very relaxed, Sam made her way to the lift – and eventually a shower – with a sloppy grin. This… this was the best kind of stress release. Amazing, no-strings-attached sex, followed by beer with friends.
