Rating: M for MUCH Naughty Smut :P
Characters (luckily) do NOT belong to me, I mean that's pretty obvious...
An empty, filthy alley. That's where she was.
Buffy had no idea what she was doing or how she came there. A light breeze made her shiver and she asked herself why she had put on a red, leather skirt. She took small steps and looked around the alley, hoping to find something relevant to her presence. As if he could read her mind, he appeared out of the darkness. "Angel?"
"Wrong, lover."
Before she knew it Buffy was pushed against the stone wall by the demon. She wanted to hit him in the chest but he grabbed her hand quickly and his evil smirk made his face only more handsome. Buffy found herself in an impossible position, when had Angel lost his soul again? She couldn't remember.
Without a warning Angelus pushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, and Buffy's eyes widened in surprise. Her free hand came to life and hit him in the face. Angelus let her go and stepped back, his hand reaching for his cheek, sighting heavily. "That wasn't very nice of you, Buff. Guess we'll just have to do it the hard way." Buffy found herself yet again trapped between the wall and her old lover's body. "Get off me!" she yelped but her words were swallowed by his hungry mouth. This time she didn't have time to push him away before his tongue invaded her mouth.
His kiss was rougher and more persistent than Angel's but nonetheless she couldn't help but feel turned on. It was the same face, the same body and the same taste as his after all. Her heart was racing and all of her thoughts disappeared as his soft lips took her away. She clawed at his dark hair as he left her mouth and shifted his attention downwards. He nipped at her slim neck and scraped at it with his teeth, not hard enough to bite but just enough to make her squirm under his touch.
An alarm went off in her head when his hands reached under her skirt and started kneading her thighs. "Don't..." Buffy whispered. "Don't what?" he said in a arrogant tone, his thumb stroking her through her underwear. "Don't do that," she said her eyes focused on his dark, brown ones. She knew that if he would continue there was no way she would be able to stop him. The truth was; she wanted this just as much as he, if not even more.
As expected he ignored her and found his way into her soaked panties. He brushed past her soft curls and massaged her throbbing sex. "Who would've expected you'd be so wet for me?" he said, his voice as intoxicating as drugs. Buffy blushed and bit her lip. Of course he would be mocking her while pleasuring her. It was the perfect timing; she was vulnerable and needed him to make the ashing feeling go away. Just when she was about to say something back to him, he impaled her on one of his fingers and her lips parted as she moaned. Another finger quickly followed and he was pumping them in and out of her tight passage, making her pant.
"Just look at that, are you enjoying this, Slayer?" She closed her eyes without answering him. He shifted into game face and grabbed her roughly by the jaw with his other hand. "Look at me," he groaned and she glared back. Her green eyes fixed in an intense stare, trying to look as disgusted as she could. "That's right," he said. Buffy had to hold back the tears of the anger and humiliation she felt, his fingers crooking inside of her, stroking the sensitive tissue. "Angel would be so proud of you," Angelus smiled and noticed her eyes watering slightly. But he knew she wouldn't cry in front of him, she was too tough for that, at least for now.
He released her jaw and in one swift move Angelus took his fingers out of her. He watched her face closely as he put them into his mouth and she gulped upon seeing him suck them clean. When he removed them from his mouth he smiled at her expression and shifted back to his regular face. Buffy was silent when he knelt in front of her and tugged her panties down her legs. He lifted each ankle so she could step out of them and repositioned himself at her entrance. His strong hands gripped her hips and opened her just a little bit wider.
Buffy's breathing came rapidly and she thought she couldn't get any wetter at the sight of him kneeling in front of her, his head buried between her legs, slightly covered by her short, red skirt. When he took a first long lick of her, she threw her head back and shut her eyes closed at the sensation.
"Oh, God!" she cried out when he took another slow lick. Without even noticing Buffy spread her legs wider, giving him more access. Angelus closed his lips around her clit as he lapped at it with his experienced tongue. Buffy slammed her fists into the wall behind her, her moans echoing through the abandoned alley. "Just like that..." If he wasn't holding her she was sure she'd be on the ground by now. Her legs were shaking and the familiar tension in her stomach made her whimper in pleasure.
Even as a Slayer Buffy was just a girl that didn't stand a chance against the two hundred year old skills of the vampire. One of the most hated demons of all time, lapping at her slick entrance in a filthy alley made her feel dirty. It turned her on.
Angelus was practically smiling into her wet heat, as he took in the smell of her shame and arousal.
He could feel she was close and sucked hard on her clit, holding her steady at her hips. Buffy trembled and shuddered violently as she came hard. Her orgasm ripped through her body while she let herself go and moaned in delight.
"Angel...us."
She didn't even care that he was laughing as he got up from under her. He opened his mouth to make a remark but she was the one to interrupt him this time. "Shut up," even though she was panting and trembling she kept her head high. "Oh," he just said before turning her around and slamming her into the wall. Buffy was able to bend her head just in time for her nose not to end up broken. Angelus crushed her with his body and she winced as she felt him hard and ready through his leather pants.
The sound of his zipper being lowered made her wriggle in anticipation. Buffy took a sharp breath when she felt her skirt being lifted and the head of his cock entering her slowly. "Oh, God..." she cried out when he filled her up. Angelus didn't give her time to recover, he instantly pulled out and shoved his cock back inside her tight passage. He let out a sinful groan that made her flush in embarrassment as hers quickly followed.
Buffy bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and the smell of it made him only thrust harder. She secretly wondered how it looked; her small form hidden underneath his, their activities hidden behind his long coat. Only the sway of his hips and their mutual groans revealed what they were doing. His left hand had managed to sneak under her top, bracing her taunt stomach before grabbing her breast roughly. Kneading it and stroking the hard, pink nipple with his thumb.
She tried to keep quiet, she really did but it was no use. His rhythm fastened and she was unable to do anything besides shouting as her release approached. Angelus clutched with his free hand at her hair and yanked her head back while still pumping in and out of her. "Say it..." he grunted into her ear. Buffy whimpered and ignored him, refusing to give in. His hand left her breast and was replaced at her womanhood.
He took her clit and rolled it between his experienced fingers, making her shriek in response. His hand got opened up because of the stone wall but he didn't care."Say it!" he groaned. As her orgasm hit her, Buffy screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Angelus shifted into game face and pulled her head back as he sank his fangs deep into her soft flesh. "Angelus!" she yelled and he groaned in satisfaction when his own release hit him at the feeling of her muscles milking him and her sweet blood pouring into his mouth.
He emptied himself into her and pulled out when he was done. Buffy kept her back turned to him as she breathed heavily into the wall. The heat was pooling away from her body and replaced itself with utter shame as she felt the evidence of their act running down her thighs. She heard him zip himself back up but refused to turn around. "Well," he said as if they had just played a game of poker. "Let's do this again sometime." He chuckled darkly before leaving the Slayer by herself.
Buffy woke up with a startled cry as she sat up in her bed. Her body was sweaty and she was still panting. She rubbed her head and remembered where she was. "Buffy?" Angel was lying next to her and he sat up too. He looked concerned and Buffy lay back on the bed, her head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes, something like that."
Ow, hell yeah! ;)
Better not tell to Angel that your having perv dreams about his soulles alter ego, Buffy! *cough*who hasn't?*cough*
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