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Warning: This is a smutty exploration of Buffy's sexuality and her varied partners. Please don't read if you're not of legal age in your country.
Angel
Her mother had always told Buffy to be a good girl, to respect her elders and make smart choices. Don't drink, don't do drugs, and don't have sex. All easy to follow rules since drugs and alcohol would damage her ability to slay, and while she liked boys, sex just wasn't really on her mind. Until she met Angel.
From her first night on the Hellmouth, he was there, pointing her in the right direction, helping where he could. He looked at her with so many emotions in his eyes, Buffy didn't know what to feel. Even after she found out what he really was, she was drawn to him.
The power of her first love swept the slayer off her feet and she didn't care where she ended up, so long as it was in his arms. All of the warnings and talks from her mother went out the window when she kissed the vampire. Her Angel really was an angel sent to be by her side when the night seemed too dark and dangerous. It was only logical to take the next step.
She had heard horror stories from other girls about how much their first time hurt, that it wasn't fun at all. But that didn't matter the moment Angel slid his large hands around her hips, fingers brushing across the thin strip of bare skin at her waist.
Despite the chill of his skin, Angel's touch lit a fire in her belly. His lips fanned the flames higher until Buffy thought she might spontaneously combust. And then her shirt was gone and a wet tongue curled around one nipple. She couldn't have kept silent if their lives depended on it.
Completely naked, Buffy stilled for a moment, knees locked together and the vampire holding himself above her. Angel didn't press forward as she panicked despite how right she felt. This was it, the moment she had waited for. Slowly, she opened her legs and let the older man settle against her center. He never stopped caressing her body with hands and lips, whispering against her skin. There was no pressure like the girls in school had said. If she said stop, Angel would instantly back away, but she wanted this. Needed this.
A roll of her hips and the heavy weight of his cock slipped down her wet folds. The moment of truth as the vampire held perfectly still, body vibrating with the effort. Buffy shifted slightly and felt the blunt head part her folds. Steeling herself for the pain, she pulled Angel's hips forward in one stroke.
Angel grunted at the sensation of suddenly being surrounded by the slayer. Buffy's eyes flashed open when there was only a pinch before being filled. The worst over, and decidedly tolerable, she focused again on the feeling of the vampire's cool body covering hers.
They moved together, hips rolling and tender kisses, something building where they were joined. Words had failed Buffy but she heard every endearment and promise Angel pressed to her skin. Suddenly the wave crested and she was lost in the sensation, body flexing and a breathy moan escaping her slack mouth.
Angel continued his litany as his thrusts became shallower and more erratic. They could have been there for minutes or hours when he stiffened and shuddered. Buffy's racing heart slowed as she ran her hands down the vampire's sides. There was nowhere she would rather be than in his arms like this.
Before she fell asleep, Buffy wondered how she could have been so nervous about sex and why she had waited so long. Everything was perfectly silent and calm. The world wasn't ending and Angel had his arms wrapped securely around her. It was perfect.