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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, Petra_Ral
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, some_very_sweet_dreams_indeed, set_in_the
      survey_corps_hq_before_the_57th_expedition
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-26 Words: 2951
****** sweet dreams ******
by rire
Summary
     Eren has a sex dream. About Levi. And just when he thinks it can't
     get any worse, he wakes up in the same bed as the object of his
     fantasies.
Notes
     my first smutty contribution for the snk fandom!
     anwyay, happy birthday levi i know this is what you always wanted
     right
     (i had to post this unbeta'd so i could make it in time for levi's
     birthday so sorry if there are any mistakes!)
See the end of the work for more notes
Levi’s mouth was on his.
His lips were warm, so warm, as his teeth grazed over Eren’s bottom lip. They
were tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets and Levi’s hand was in Eren’s hair,
and Eren was gasping for air as Levi’s other hand trailed down his chest, and
reached down his pants. They were sweaty and hot and panting but Levi’s eyes
were on Eren’s, burning into him, burning up his skin and he was so hot. It was
sofucking hot. Eren hadn’t felt this turned on in ages, probably ever.
It was almost…too good to be real.
And that’s when he woke up, panting, his body covered in sweat and his covers
twisted awkwardly around him.
Oh God, he thought to himself in horror as it dawned upon him, Was that… a sex
dream? Did I just have a sex dream? About Levi?
Turning his head to the side, he tried not to feel embarrassed and wondered
briefly whether he could go back to sleep and keep on having the same dream. He
hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. But before he could even finish that
thought, he saw a pair of eyes staring right back at him.
The very pair of eyes that he’d been dreaming about mere seconds ago.
Oh God.
Just when he’d thought it couldn’t get any worse.
He let out a surprised yelp that came out much more high-pitched than intended,
moving away from Levi as fast as he could. How the hell had he even ended up
here? He vaguely recalled having been sent to clean the basement just
yesterday, and when Levi had walked up behind him to assess his progress he’d
been so startled that he’d jumped and spilled the bucket of water onto his bed.
The sheets were still hung out to dry, and Levi had offered to let him sleep in
his own room for the night.
“Just for today,” he’d specified, raising an eyebrow when Eren gaped at him in
surprise. “I don’t want to deal with you freezing to death before you even go
on your first expedition.”
That, however, seemed so distant from the reality that he was facing now. And
the reality was that Levi, his superior officer, the object of his completely
uncalled-for sex dream, was staring right back at him after said sex dream.
Eren blinked three times, wishing that this too was just a nightmare.
But Levi blinked right back at him. “Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to sleep,” he
muttered. And yet beneath his usual look of boredom there was a hint of
amusement. Almost as if he knew. Just thinking about it made Eren blush—there
was no way Levi could have known, right?
“Sorry I woke you up, Corporal,” he muttered, hoping desperately that Levi
would just brush off the whole incident and go back to sleep. Luck, however,
was not on his side.
Levi let out a low chuckle. “I’m sure it was worth it. Must have been a nice
dream, huh.”
Of course Levi had heard. Of fucking course. Even as a child, Eren had always
had the bad habit of talking in his sleep, and, sadly, this was no exception.
Eren could feel his entire face heating up all the way up to his ears. He
grabbed a handful of the covers and buried his face in them, wishing that he’d
somehow drown under the covers and just die right then and there.
“I’m sorry, Corporal, I’ll go back to sleep now,” he mumbled.
Eren could hear Levi shift closer to him, could feel his body heat tingling
against Eren’s skin and he just wanted to push him off the bed because if he
gotany closer, Eren would literally lose all self-control and jump him.
Levi sighed, his hot breath ticking Eren’s cheek. “Don’t you have something you
need to take care of first?”
Eren gulped, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his pants and
knowing exactly what Levi meant. He decided that Levi was right; going back to
sleep wasn’t exactly possible. Being in the same bed as Levi after having this
stupid fucking dream was just going to keep him on edge the whole night.
He rolled off the edge of the bed, legs awkwardly close together to hide the
bulge in his pants. “Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll just go take care of that by myself.
Y-you can go back to sleep, sir,” he added, hoping Levi would get the hint and
drop the embarrassing subject. It was bad enough to have a sex dream about
someone while sleeping in the same bed as him, and it was just icing on the
cake to have him find out about the sex dream and point out your raging boner.
Eren wondered what he’d done to deserve such torture. Before he could elaborate
on the thought, though, Levi grabbed on to the hem of his shirt.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Seeing Levi’s intense gaze fixed on him, he jumped. “Uh—to the washroom?” he
said, not entirely sure of what he was being asked.
“No,” Levi said bluntly, “do it here.”
Eren’s jaw dropped.
“I—What?” he managed to squeak.
“Did I not make myself clear? I don’t need you waking up the whole squad
walking all the way down the hall. Do it here.” Levi patted the spot on the bed
next to him with an air of finality, and Eren sat down.
“Oh.” He looked down at his lap, at the obvious tent in his crotch, and
squirmed uncomfortably. “So, uh, should I just like…grab it, and like…?”
“Oh my God, Eren, don’t tell me you don’t know how to jerk off,” Levi said, in
the tone of voice of an exasperated adult dealing with a five-year-old kid.
“No, it’s just—ahh!” Eren tried to protest, but before he could finish, Levi’s
finger was on his chest, trailing slowly downwards until it reached the
waistband of his pants.
“I guess I’ll just have to show you, then.”
The corner of his lips quirked up in an almost imperceptible smirk. In a swift
motion, he yanked down Eren’s pants and underwear.
Levi looked over him with an unreadable expression, and Eren stared intently at
the floor, willing away the blood rushing to his face. And, well, to other
places. When  he did look up, however, he saw that Levi’s eyes had darkened.
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed slowly, and Eren wondered briefly if
maybe—just maybe—he actually wanted this, too.
The thought left as quickly as it’d come. “Just hurry up and let’s get this
over with so I can go back to sleep,” Levi said, as he spat in his hand and
curled his fingers around Eren’s dick.
“—Ahh!”
Eren gasped as Levi’s hand stroked along the length of his already-hard dick,
pleasure shooting straight up his spine. His mind flashed back to the dream
he’d had—it seemed so far away now, now that Levi was really here—and this was
better. So much better.
He couldn’t believe this was real.
“I—gah—” He tried to voice his thoughts, but they came out as unintelligible
moans as Levi’s thumb flicked over the head of his cock. “C-Corporal—” He
bucked his hips up involuntarily into Levi’s hand, which only stroked him
harder.
“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you,” Levi said, leaning close so that his
breath ghosted over the shell of Eren’s ear. It was more of a statement than a
question, but Eren nodded anyways.
“God, yes, Corporal, please—”
He  didn’t even know what he was saying anymore. He was close. He could feel
it—he’d probably be embarrassed, with the rather displeased way that Levi was
eyeing him, if he had any capacity for embarrassment left.
“C-Corporal,” he panted, fisting his hands in the sheets and squirming in
Levi’s grasp. “C-coming…”
Then, Levi’s hand was on his chin, tilting his head up. “Look at me.”
Eren  did—looked right into Levi’s eyes, dark grey boring straight into the
green of his own.
“My name,” Levi drawled. Eren’s mind was a haze, and he could barely process
what Levi was saying.
“What?”
“Say my name,” Levi repeated, his voice low. “Wanna hear how my name sounds on
your lips when you’re coming.” And that was what did it for Eren, what pushed
him over the edge.
“L-Levi—” he gasped, coming all over Levi’s hand and onto his shirt.
He lay there, breathing heavily, after what was possibly the best orgasm of his
life. His mind was a blur and his heart was still racing. Levi looked down at
his hand disapprovingly and wiped it on Eren’s shirt. “Gross.”
“Sorry…” Eren mumbled.
They were silent for a while. Eren felt the need to say something, so he
blurted out, “Thanks. That was, uh…” He trailed off awkwardly. What was he
supposed to say? Good job? You have nice hands?
Levi snorted. “Better than your dream?”
Eren nearly choked on his own spit.
“I would hope,” Levi replied, leaning back against his pillow. “Okay, now get
to sleep.”
Eren looked over at Levi, who was showing absolutely no signs that anything of
the like had just happened, save for a rosy tint in his cheeks. And, well,
there was something else. Levi was hard.
Of course. Eren chided himself inwardly. How could he have not noticed? He’d
just been thinking about himself this entire time. and, well, he’d never done
this before with anyone else, but it was only fair that he did the same for
Levi, right?
“Wait,” he blurted out. “But you’re hard.”
Levi let out an exasperated sigh. “Thank you, Eren, for stating the obvious,”
he said through gritted teeth.
Eren shifted closer. “Should I—”
“I can take care of it,” Levi replied.
“But that’s not what you said before.” Hadn’t he just told Eren to do it here
so he wouldn’t wake everyone else up?
“That’s because I’m not nearly as loud as you are.”
Eren swallowed. “But… I want to. I want to do it for you, too. Since you…did it
for me.”
Levi looked at Eren, the want clearly written in his eyes. “Fine,” he said
roughly. “But it’s going to take a lot more than a sloppy handjob to get me to
come. I’m not a horny teenager.”
“It was the dream,”Eren stammered, trying not to let the accusation wound his
pride. “Just, just let me,” he said, leaning over and placing a hand on the
waist of Levi’s pants. When Levi only looked on, he pulled them down.
Levi was big. Bigger than he’d expected, given his short stature. He wanted to
touch him and kiss him, not just there but all over—his slender, pale thighs,
the tiny patch of his stomach that was visible where his shirt was riding up.
Eren felt suddenly shy, hoping that Levi couldn’t read his thoughts.
“What are you looking at?”
Eren shook his head. “Nothing.” He reached a hand out and curled it around the
base of Levi’s dick. Levi let out a low hum, but didn’t react beyond that. He
felt even more embarrassed now about how eagerly he’d reacted when Levi did the
same to him. It wasn’t time for those thoughts, though. He had to make Levi
feel just as good as he did.
In a sudden burst of inspiration, he slid further down the bed and looked up at
Levi as he opened his mouth and licked the head of Levi’s dick.
Levi groaned, fisting a hand in Eren’s hair. Eren took that as a sign to
proceed, taking Levi’s cock deeper into his mouth and giving it a few short
strokes.
Levi threw an arm over his mouth and let out a muffled moan. Eren took
satisfaction in the way his voice broke just slightly. “You brat,” Levi
muttered, almost affectionately. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Eren pulled back, wiping spit and precome off his mouth. “I…I don’t know. I
just figured you might like it. Why?”
“Just—just keep going.”
Obediently, Eren lowered his head again, licking a stripe up the side, and then
taking Levi even deeper into his mouth. Levi’s moans shot straight to the pit
of Eren’s stomach as he tugged harder at his hair and bucked his hips up. Eren
felt it hit the back of his throat and he made an unpleasant gagging noise.,
pulling back reflexively Levi let go of his hair.
“Shit, sorry,” Levi muttered.
“No, it’s okay,” Eren said. He took Levi in his mouth again—he wasn’t going to
stop, not until Levi came too. Besides, he loved seeing Levi like this. He’d
never seen this side of Levi before. Usually calm and composed, Levi was a sigh
with his eyes were scrunched shut in pleasure and his pants bunched up around
his ankles. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
“Ah—fuck,”Levi panted, hips bucking up again, although significantly weaker
than before. The way that, even now, Levi was caring for Eren’s well-being was
almost cute. Eren licked his cock with more enthusiasm, stroking along the
length and licking the head until moments later, it was Levi who came undone.
“Fuck, Eren—” he moaned, his voice breaking around the edges as his hips arched
up and his fingers tugging painfully at Eren’s hair as he came  inside Eren’s
mouth.
God, he was so fucking hot.
Eren wasn’t sure what to do, so he just swallowed the slightly bitter liquid,
pulled away, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He crawled up the
bed and lay next to Levi as he caught his breath.
“Don’t swallow it,” Levi muttered. “That’s disgusting.” And even though it was
dark, Eren could’ve sworn that Levi was blushing.
He couldn’t help but grin. “I don’t mind.”
“What are you making that face for?” Levi said, turning over to face him.
“No, nothing, it’s just…” Levi’s face was flushed and his lips suddenly looked
so soft, and he just really, really wanted to kiss him. Like he had in the
dream. He wanted, so badly, to feel Levi’s lips on his own. But even after all
this, he was still hesitant. What if, when he leaned over and kissed Levi, he
just disappeared? What if this was all some twisted dream again?
Levi sighed, reaching a hand up to brush away a stray strand of hair that had
fallen in Eren’s face. “Hey, brat. If you’ve got something to say, just say
it.”
Eren inhaled shakily. It was now or never. Before he could think any further,
he reached up and clasped his hand around Levi’s wrist, pulling him closer and
leaning in at the same time until their lips collided.
One, two, three. He counted three seconds, and Levi still hadn’t responded. He
pulled away. Levi’s eyes were impossibly wide. Oh God. He’d really done it now.
“I’m sorry,” he said hastily. “I just, I don’t know what I was thinking—mmph!”
Before he could even finish, Levi had wrapped a hand around his waist and
buried the other in his hair, and pulled him in for another kiss. Levi’s lips
moved slowly at first, almost hesitant, but when Eren responded eagerly, then
it became passionate, greedy, hungry, their hands roaming everywhere as if they
couldn’t possibly get enough of each other. Levi’s skin was warm, and smooth,
and his lips were hot and it was perfect, so perfect, until suddenly, a knock
sounded on their door.
They broke apart hurriedly, turning away from each other.
“What?” Levi called out, his voice still rough and scratchy. Eren’s heart was
racing so fact it felt like it was going to beat out of his chest any second.
Had anyone heard them? Had they been watching?
“Corporal?” Petra said timidly from the other side of the door. Eren gulped.
“Corporal, is everything alright? I heard someone yelling. Did something
happen? Did Eren turn into a titan?”
Levi shot Eren a look. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Yes, Petra, everything’s fine,” he called back. “I’m okay. Eren’s okay. He
just…” Levi looked over at Eren, raising an eyebrow. “He stubbed his toe and
started screaming. That kid has such a low pain tolerance, it’s laughable.”
“Hey!” Eren retorted. Levi shushed him with a finger to his lips and a sly
smirk.
“What,” Levi muttered, “you want me to say it? Hey, Petra,” he said, louder.
“Eren and I—”
“No!” Eren hissed, burying his face in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” Petra called out, sounding like a concerned mother. Go
away,Eren willed. Please just go away.
“Nothing,” Levi said smugly. “Everything’s fine, like I said. Go back to
sleep.”
“Oh…okay, Corporal,” she said, sounding unconvinced, but obeying his orders
anyway. Her footsteps disappeared down the hall, and when they heard the door
slam shut, Eren and Levi let out a collective sigh of relief.
“So much for not waking anyone up,” Levi said, glaring daggers at Eren.
“Sorry,” was all he could say.
“Okay, now can we finally get to sleep? I’m fucking exhausted, no thanks to
you.”
Just as Levi turned away, however, Eren felt a familiar, rather painful
sensation stirring at his crotch.
“Corporal,” he whispered.
Levi turned to face him. “What now?”
Eren looked down, blushing furiously. Levi’s eyes followed his gaze and landed
on the erection making a tent in Eren’s pants.
“Oh my God, Eren,” Levi said, slapping a hand over his face. “You’ve got to be
fucking kidding me.”
And Eren had nothing to say to that.
End Notes
     this was actually pretty fun to write... i might go back and rewrite
     this whole thing from levi's pov someday, no promises though
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
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time to time? Whatever this was, Spike intended to make the most of it and fuck
the hell out of her.
Her mouth felt heavenly gliding over his engorged dick. So hot, so wet, and -
- Goddamn! -- she sucked like a vacuum cleaner!
Spike thrust in and of her mouth. "Ohhh fuck, Buffy! Uhhh yeah! Suck my fucking
cock!" He groaned, not knowing how long he could possibly hold off cumming. He
had to hurry and pack all of the things that he wanted to do to her into this
dream before he woke up alone, in a pool of his own various fluids.
Spike took his fingers out of her pussy and put them in his mouth to suck off
the juice. His eyes rolled back at the taste of her -- so bloody delicious!
Buffy whimpered and shimmied her ass around, trying to find the wonderful
fingers that had been fucking her a moment ago and get them back inside of her.
Spike had to have his tongue in her hot quim as soon as possible. He put his
hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing her oh-so-firm cheeks, thinking that
hitting the StairMaster everyday had done her body real good.
Buffy mewled and continued blowing him, trying to coax out the jizz boiling in
his balls -- she could almost taste it, it was so close. Buffy kept sucking
away at his dick even as she felt him maneuvering her lower body. She didn't
know what he was doing, all she knew was that she didn't want to stop what she
was doing.
Spike got her positioned with her knees on either side of his head. He licked
his lips and stared at her shaven, beautiful, dripping pussy for a few seconds
before diving into it.
Buffy lifted her mouth from his cock to gasp in pleasure, "AHHH! Fuck yes!
Ohhh, eat me, Spike!" She hadn't counted on getting some oral attention for
herself. Needless to say, she was very pleasantly surprised.
Spike gripped her hips, pulling her down tight against his waiting mouth. He
plastered his mouth over her sex, slithering his tongue between her lips. He
growled, sucking, licking, slurping on every part of her pussy hungrily.
It didn't take long before Buffy let out a muffled shriek as an orgasm tore
through her. She moaned around his cock and ground her box down onto his face.
She wondered if she was going to faint with his cock lodged down her throat
from a pleasure overload.
It wasn't easy to do anything except hump his mouth, but then Buffy remembered
how much she wanted to taste his cum. She worked his cock harder, sucking and
pumping for all she was worth.
Spike let out a yell and a hard grunt into her pussy, his body tensed then
jerked as his own climax overtook him. He shoved his tongue up her cunt,
moaning and almost sobbing as he started spurting violently into her mouth.
Buffy made a delighted sound when she felt and tasted the first streams of cum
hit her tongue. It was just as hot and tasty as she'd surmised. She kept
jacking him as she swallowed his salty load.
Spike squirted more strongly at how eager Buffy seemed to be to drink down his
spunk. She really wanted it! His sexy stepmother was literally sucking the cum
right out of his dick while he tongue-fucked her -- it was the hottest thing
he'd ever experienced, or likely ever would.
Buffy came again before Spike's cock stopped spewing. Her brain was fizzing,
her body humming with lust. She couldn't swallow all of his spunk, some had
escaped from her mouth when she'd had to pause to glory in her latest orgasm.
There was so much cum, and it was soooo tasty! Buffy felt it slide down her
throat and warm up her belly. She sighed happily as she licked his rod clean.
Spike felt loopy from the intense orgasm (and the alcohol he'd consumed
earlier), and yet all he could think about was getting his cock into her hot
pussy.
Spike helped her turn her body around so that she was laying on top of him,
chest-to-chest. He put his hand on the back of her neck and brought her down to
him for a searing kiss. Buffy moaned at the feel of his tongue thrusting into
her mouth. Their tongues tangled and rubbed together, giving them both a good
taste of their own cum. Spike's other hand squeezed her ass, and he ground
their groins together.
Buffy groaned into his mouth, feeling his still amazingly stiff cock pressing
against her. His organ was laying on his stomach, trapped between their bodies.
She could feel it twitching and thumping even through the material of her
nightgown.
The thought that all of this was a dream occurred to her again -- a wonderful,
strange, ill-advised, illegal romp with her snarky stepson. Well, it was far
too late to back out now. Besides, she didn't really want to stop now. She
never needed to get fucked more than she did right at this moment. The only
thing in the world she wanted was to have the gorgeous teenager's big, thick
cock splitting her pussy in two.
Spike pulled at her nightgown, wanting to rip it off of her if necessary to see
her hot body in all its glory and feel her warm skin against his. Buffy
understood what he was trying to accomplish, and she was more than happy to
help. She sat up, sitting astride his thighs, and lifted her nightgown over her
head. Spike's hands were on her breasts before the gown hit the floor.
Buffy moaned and hung her head back, putting her hands overtop his as he
roughly groped and pinched her mounds. Then Spike slid his hands around to her
back, and pulled her toward him. He rose up to assault her breasts with his
mouth. He licked her right nipple then covered it with his mouth, batting it
with his tongue and sucking strongly. Buffy "eeep'ed" and gasped with pleasure
when Spike took her nipple between his teeth and bit it just hard enough to
make a little jolt go through her.
Feasting on her sweet tits was something Spike had imagined doing a few times.
Getting to actually do it was better than the fantasy. Buffy was so beautiful,
so sexy, so bloody hot! And she obviously wanted him badly. Forget the
possibility of this being a dream -- it was more like he'd died and gone to
heaven.
"Ahhh! S-So good, Spike!" Buffy breathed.
Spike moved his mouth to the other breast to slobber, nibble and suck on that
one too, while rolling and pinching the nipple his mouth had just abandoned
between his thumb and forefinger.
Buffy pressed herself against him, rubbing her pussy on his balls and the base
of his cock. His large prick throbbed on her stomach, skin-to-skin this time.
Spike released a long, shuddery breath at how good her grinding her box against
him felt. Her pussyjuice was flowing freely, drenching his cock and sac. It was
so hot and wet -- it drove him wild!
They both grasped his cock at the same time, maneuvering to get it inside of
her. Buffy let go, letting him handle his own meat, and held herself up over
him, shaking and breathing shallowly in anticipation of being filled.
Spike was shaking and breathing rapidly too, but he couldn't resist seeing if
he could make her beg him to slam his cock into her -- that would be a nice
addition to the dream. He ran his prickhead up and down her gash, rubbing it
against her erect clit.
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, shaking harder and moving her pelvis around to
force his cock between her lips.
"You want it, Buffy?" Spike asked, breathless.
"YES! Dammit! Fuck me with it! Fuck it into me!" She bared her teeth.
Spike was a little too stunned to move for a few moments. He had never wanted
something, or someone, more in his life, and the enormity of his desire left
him immobile.
Buffy, on the other hand, was having no trouble moving at the moment. She
peeled his hand off of his cock, took a hold of it, slid it between her lips,
and then forced herself all the way down onto it in a flash.
They both cried out and clutched fitfully at each other. They stayed still for
several moments, quaking, gasping, and holding one another until their brains
were able to begin forming thoughts once again.
Buffy recovered first, swallowing hard and raising up over him, beginning to
gyrate her hips. He looked so beautiful with his eyes glazed over and hooded
with desire, his mouth hanging open with pleasure.
"Uhhhaa! Buff-Buffy," Spike whispered, his hands came up to grab at her sides.
"You like that, Spike?" she moaned, drunk on lust (and wine) and the power she
had to affect him like this. She swiveled her pelvis and clenched her pussy
around him.
"Ahhh! FUCK!" Spike panted, arching his neck and seizing her hips with his
hands. "Fuck! Oh god, you feel so f-fucking good!" She had to have the hottest,
tightest pussy in the world -- he couldn't imagine ever being inside of one
better than Buffy's.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good too! You're so fucking big!" Buffy smiled, her lips
parting to pull more air into her lungs, and started pumping up and down.
They fucked slow, then fast, then slow again over the next few minutes. Spike
slid his hands over every inch of Buffy that he could reach while she rode him
-- touching, grasping, tweaking. His hands always returned to her perky bosom.
He was fascinated by her tits, not able to stop from fondling them, and
wrapping his lips around a hard nipple.
One last pull of his lips on her breast, and thrust of his fat cock made Buffy
gasp.
Spike saw her 'cum face' slide into place, her eyelids fluttered, he felt her
pussy tighten and quiver around his shaft -- the most beautiful things he'd
ever seen or felt.
Buffy whined shrilly as she came, humping harder and faster on Spike's cock to
get as much pleasure as possible.
Only cumming in her mouth earlier helped keep Spike from blasting off again.
Could there be anything better than his hot stepmother screwing him into the
mattress and cumming on his cock? Why, yes, there could! So far, Buffy was the
one in control -- which was fantastic, and would make for great wank material
in the future. But Spike was no shrinking violet. He'd been too besotted to
take control, but he'd gotten his shit together enough now to give her a good
seein' to.
Buffy squeaked as she was suddenly flipped onto her back, her body still
trembling with orgasmic aftershocks.
Spike was smirking slightly, his tongue poking out between his lips. He put his
hands on her, moving over her hot skin, squeezing and pinching here and there.
"So hot, Buffy..." His hands caressed her parted thighs.
Buffy moaned, putting her hands on her tits, slowly squeezing and rolling her
nipples between her fingers.
Spike dived down into her muff, needing to sample her again. He parted her
nether lips with his fingers and licked her passionately.
"Ooooh!" Buffy squealed, thrusting at his face. "Eat me! Ohh yes! Eat me,
Spike!"
He worked her pussy into a frothy mess over the course of 5 minutes, using all
of the tonguing skills he'd acquired to make Buffy moan and thrash under his
mouth. Buffy went wild when he engulfed her clit with his mouth, rubbing it
with his tongue and sucking. She bucked and screamed her arrival.
As she was cumming, Spike shoved his tongue in and out of her hole, gathering
her cum up with it and pulling it into his mouth.
"OOOH--UHH! Don't stop!" Buffy gasped, holding onto the sides of his head and
tugging on his hair. He gave spectacular head! She wouldn't mind having him go
down on her for hours at a time. She was greedy for him to give her another
orgasm just like the last one, which was still sending bolts of electricity
through her.
Spike was enjoying it -- Buffy was delicious, and so very responsive -- but it
was like she was still in control. He wanted to be the dominant one for a
while.
Buffy tried keeping his face buried in her snatch, as she was about to cum
again, but Spike pulled free of her grasping hands and went up on his knees. He
pulled one of the pillows out from beneath her head, then pushed it under her
ass. He liked having the girl's pelvis elevated for better angles and deeper
penetration. He wanted to go as deep as humanly possible into Buffy's soaked
snatch.
Spike's excitement grew exponentially at getting to play domination with her.
Before she knew what was happening, Buffy was flipped onto her stomach and
Spike was gripping her hips in his hands.
"Spike, what are --" Buffy started to question what he was doing.
Then she wailed as Spike rammed his cock into her pussy, doggie-style. "AAAH!
FUCK!" Buffy shook, swiftly climaxing again. He reached so far, so deep inside
of her. How had she made do with boyfriends with small dicks? 'Once you go
Spike, you never go back... Or something to that effect that rhymes.'
Spike rocked into her slowly, closing his eyes and savoring the way her muscles
hugged his cock.
Buffy tried raising up to support herself on her hands and knees.
Spike growled and leaned forward, putting his hand on the back of her neck and
pushing her upper body back down against the mattress. He held her like that,
fucking her with short, hard jabs.
Buffy groaned passionately, loving the roughness. It had been too long since a
man had 'taken' her.
After a minute, Spike eased up on the pressure he was applying to her neck, and
massaged it with a more gentle touch, then slid his hand down her spine to hold
her hip. Buffy stayed down against the mattress, wanting Spike to keep fucking
her like this.
Spike massaged her ass cheeks, watching his cock sliding in and out of her
buttery snatch. Her brown pucker looked quite inviting... He'd had a dream once
where he fucked Buffy's ass -- a very good dream it was too!
Keeping a slow, steady rhythm, he spit on her thus far untouched hole, then
used the thumb of his right hand to rub his saliva around and over it. He
pressed his thumb into her, then went back to massaging the area around it,
then more pressing until the tip of his thumb poked inside.
Buffy jumped, her eyes widened. Though whatever he was doing felt good -
- really good! -- she was alarmed to feel something entering her butt. "Wh-What
are you doing?" she asked nervously, craning her neck to look back at him.
"Sticking my thumb in your tight ass, pet," Spike replied evenly, concentrating
on his rhythm and probing her other hole with his thumb. "I'm gonna fuck your
ass next, need to get you stretched."
"I-I never did that before!" she said in a reedy voice, nervous, but not trying
to move or stop him.
He struggled not to moan and tremble at the thought of being the one to pop her
ass-cherry. He couldn't get all quivery, he was in charge. He was The Big Bad
(a nickname that he took a shine to that an old girlfriend had given him).
"First time for everything, kitten. Don't worry...I'll be gentle."
"Shouldn't you ask before you start inserting things in someone's ass?!" She
was both scared and excited at the same time.
Spike smirked. "Shouldn't you ask someone's permission before you start sucking
their cock? But you didn't do that, did you? You bad, wicked girl!" He gave her
left ass cheek a hard slap.
Buffy jerked and gasped, the gasp turned into a throaty moan. "Ohhhuhhh! I'm
sorry, Spike! I d-didn't --"
Spike smacked her ass a few more times in rapid succession. "You like that,
Buffy? You like me hitting your ass while getting both your holes plugged?"
Buffy growled, looking at him over her shoulder with a little snarl.
Spike answered with a snarl of his own. "I asked you a bloody question!" He
smacked her ass again, making it sting.
She clutched the bedding in her fists and sucked in air, her jaw hanging open,
when he spanked her again. "YES! I LOVE IT!"
Spike kept up the hard thrusts and prodding, giving her cheeks a swat every few
strokes. He spit on her ass again to make sure it stayed nice and wet for his
raiding thumb.
Buffy shivered, the fact that he was spitting on her hole, and spanking her
while he fucked her, was so delightfully dirty. She backed into his thrusts and
moaned wantonly. "Ohhh--Yes! Ahhh--Spike, give it to me!"
Spike hunched into her. "You're such a hot, dirty little bitch!" He breathed
heavily, "Aren't you, pet? Aren't you?!"
"Yes! YES! I'm a dirty bitch! Fuck me harder! Fuck me like a bitch!" Buffy
humped back at him forcefully, grunting and panting. It felt so good to be
impaled by his hard cock with his thumb probing her virgin ass, she thought she
could easily lose her mind. Then again...she already did kind of lose her mind
to start this whole thing in motion.
Spike had to forsake thumb-fucking her, for the moment, so that he could hold
onto her hips with both hands. He still wanted to get around to doing some
buggering in this dream too. Hopefully it wouldn't end before he gave Buffy's
entire body his attention. For now though, he was more than content to bang
away at her tight pussy.
Buffy was loving the pounding he was giving her. Fucking her like a beast-man,
his huge cock piercing her core with every hard thrust, his balls banging
against her plump cuntlips. But she wanted to be able to see him while he
fucked her, to see his gorgeous face twist with delight.
"Uhhhnn! Spike, want to -- want to see you!" Buffy ground out between grunts
and moans.
Spike slowed down, he wanted to see her too. He wanted to see her beautiful
mouth agape, sucking in breaths as he pushed in and out of her. He wanted to be
looking at her when he exploded inside of her. To see her jade-green eyes
burning with passion for him, and only him...
He pulled out of her, missing the snug warmth straight away. Spike gently
massaged her ass cheeks and bent down to give both of them soft kisses and
little licks. He wanted to convey that the things he'd said and the spanks
weren't serious, just a bit of fun.
Buffy cooed at his sudden tenderness. She felt him part her pussylips with his
fingers and lick her from behind. His tongue stroked up and down slowly,
flicking and teasing. Buffy pressed herself back onto his tongue, eager for
more -- but she still couldn't see him.
"Spike," she whimpered. "Want to see you."
Spike blinked, he'd gotten lost in devouring her again, forgetting that he
meant to turn her over. "Right, sorry, pet."
He helped Buffy turn over onto her back and smiled down on her. She looked so
lovely -- her blonde mane fanned out around her head, breathless, looking at
him with fire in her eyes.
"Didn't hurt your pretty ass, did I?" he asked softly.
She smiled and shook her head. "Oh, I liked it... I liked it a lot." Her grin
expanded, she purred, "You're a very, very naughty boy."
Spike chuckled and smiled a smile that made Buffy want to ravish him all over
again. "You're a naughty bit o' crumpet yourself, luv. Two...extraordinarily
naughty people like us deserve to have fun together."
Spike slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees up to her
chest. Buffy rested her ankles on top of his shoulders.
Spike propped himself up over her and gazed down and her, shifting his hips to
slide into her hole again. "I've wanted this for so long, Buffy... To be with
you...like this."
"Me too, Spike... Didn't know how much I've always wanted you until tonight."
Buffy moaned, feeling his cock sliding along her labia, prodding around her
hole. She needed him back inside of her. "Fuck me, Spike! FUCK ME!"
Spike thrust forward, forcing most of his ten-inch monster into her tight
passage in one brutal, desperate thrust.
Buffy arched her neck and screamed at the bulky invader splitting her pussy.
Spike's body trembled, "Ahhh--Buffy!" He fought not to cum right there and
then. It was even better having her laying there looking up at him, the heat
from her body rising up to envelop him, making him feel feverish. He wriggled,
sinking into her until his balls rested against her.
Buffy clawed at his arms. "Ohh--Ohhhh Spike!"
Spike started pushing his hips against her, sawing his cock in and out of her
slippery cunt. His pelvis smacked down on her ass cheeks softly for a few
strokes. Then he was driving in and out at a dizzying pace, his pelvis slapping
down urgently, loudly over and over again.
"Ahhhaa! Ohhh--shit! Ahhh yeah!" Buffy yelled, running her hands over his
sides. She forgot how impassioned and energetic younger men could be. He was
really giving it to her, fucking her hard and fast, just the way she wanted it.
Spike's eyes kept wanting to close at the pleasure he was feeling, but he did
his best to keep them open so he could watch Buffy's face as he pulverized her
pussy.
Spike let her legs fall to his sides and sank down to mash their lips together,
his hips pumping ceaselessly. He brushed her hair away from her neck and
planted his lips on it -- kissing, licking, sucking.
Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his cock in deeper. A few more
hard thrusts had her cumming again. "AHHH! CUMMING! SHIT! OHHH GODDD!" Buffy
squealed.
Spike moaned loudly. Her inner muscles were clamping down on his throbbing cock
like a vice. He pumped and ground into her, sliding his hands under her ass,
squeezing and pulling her hard against him as he drove his cock home over and
over.
'Love her -- Love her -- Love her -- Love my sweet Buffy!'
That was the last conscious thought that Spike had.
Buffy shuddered as one more spasm was wrung from her. That was the hardest
she'd ever cum in her life -- It was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.
She had never felt more satisfied or had a man please her so much.
"Ohh Spike, god..." she moaned, running her hands over his sweaty back. "That
was...ohhhh..." She finally had the brain power to realize that he'd stopped
moving. "Did you cum?" Buffy asked.
He snored lightly.
Buffy blinked, then turned her head to look at his face. His eyes were closed,
face relaxed. He'd passed out on top of her. Buffy would have felt insulted if
this were a normal coupling, having a guy fall asleep while having sex -- while
he was inside of you -- wasn't exactly a compliment... But nothing about this
coupling was 'normal'. She gave Spike's slack mouth a soft, lingering kiss.
Now...how to get his limp body off of her without waking him up again?
Buffy tried rolling him off, but he wouldn't budge. He was wrapped around her,
his hands still under her, cupping her ass. This was going to be tricky...
She pushed at his left shoulder to move him off to the side. Spike didn't wake
up again, but he frowned and made sounds of protest. His hands grasped her ass
cheeks, he rocked his pelvis into her, hard and possessively at first, then
just gentle but insistent thrusts. She heard him make little growling sounds.
It brought the image of a dog with a bone to Buffy's mind. If you tried taking
the bone away, the more possessive and determined the dog became to keep it.
"Spike...are you awake?" Buffy asked anxiously.
He didn't respond, just kept thrusting gently.
'God, he won't stop fucking me! Holy shit! Does he ever get soft?!' She bit her
lip, groaning at how good he was making her feel again. Her hips were rolling
up to meet his thrusts without any conscious thought on her part. Her body knew
what it wanted, and that was to keep getting fucked until she passed out too.
But she had to keep trying to get out from under him. The odds of convincing
Spike it was all a dream decreased somewhat if he woke up in the morning with
her trapped under him and his cock buried inside of her...
Spike mumbled, "Uhhha--Buffy...so beautiful...so hot..."
Buffy groaned, wanting to let him keep pumping into her, but knowing she had to
end it. She wrapped her legs around him, heels crossing under his clenching
buttocks, then she took a deep breath, and rolled hard to the left.
It worked. Buffy was now on top of him. She rested for a few moments, getting
her breath back, moving her hands over the hard, smooth muscles of his chest.
Buffy caught herself starting to hump him again and stopped immediately. 'No!
No, I have to stop this. I have to leave. I've already done more than I should
have. He's going to wake up -- for real -- and he'll probably freak out... I'll
*definitely* freak out.'
She carefully dismounted, his cock slipped out of her with a wet *plop*,
followed by a deluge of spunk. Apparently, he had cum inside her at some point
before or after he'd passed out. Buffy slid out of bed. Her legs were wobbly,
but she was able to stand.
Buffy picked her nightgown off of the floor and pulled it back on over her
head. She smoothed down the gown and looked longingly at Spike's sleeping form.
What was the conversation going to be in the morning? It would probably be more
like afternoon -- Spike didn't 'do' mornings unless absolutely necessary.
But... maybe he wouldn't remember? He was pretty drunk. And he'd been in the
throes of a sex dream about her... calling her name. Maybe she really could
convince him (if he brought it up, 'cos she wasn't going to say a word!) that
he'd dreamed the whole thing...
Spike got a sad, frowny look on his face, making whiny sounds. His hips thrust
lightly, trying in vain to find the luscious hole he'd been drilling. His eyes
moved under their lids, he whispered, "Please...Buffy...please..."
Buffy didn't want to leave him this way, looking distressed and... still so
damn stiff. How could he not have lost the erection after cumming? God, how she
wanted to jump back on top of him and see just how long and how many rounds
this magnificent young buck could go. She ogled his erect cock, it was wet and
glossy with a combination of her pussyjuice and his own cum. She was hungry for
it again.
'Isn't this where I came in...? Well, except for his dick being painted with
cum... I can just... finish him off this one last time... then I'll leave.'
Spike had treated her to so many great orgasms, the least she could do was give
him release, not leave him stiff and aching. The thought that it might take
more than one blowjob to finally make him go soft, that she might have to keep
at it until she'd totally drained his balls, made a tiny, wicked smile (that
she wasn't even aware of) lift the corners of her mouth.
Buffy stroked his cock and rolled his balls in her hand, watching his face. The
frown disappeared, the faint, happy smile returned. She smiled too.
He moaned, "Ahh... suck it... love it... so good... Buffy..."
Buffy slid her mouth onto his rod, bobbing her head slowly, slurping up the
juices covering his cock. Spike mumbled and moaned unintelligibly, fucking her
mouth lazily. Buffy continued worshipping his staff, getting into the act just
as she had the first time. Telling herself that she was just doing it for his
benefit, so that he could sleep peacefully, wasn't a complete lie, but she
loved gobbling his big prick too. Tasting the flavor of his skin, feeling him
pulse and twitch in her mouth. It was even better this time around due to the
cum coating his cock. She could taste her own spendings as well as his -- and
it was so fucking hot and delicious!
She couldn't help how horny she was for Spike, even after their earlier
exertions. Buffy wondered what the hell was wrong with her again -- this was SO
wrong! She almost panicked and stopped, but then she saw that Spike was
breathing heavier, groaning louder, his hips were thrusting harder, his sac
started tightening up against his body. He was going to cum, and she instantly
forgot why she should stop. She wanted to have more of his cum spray into her
mouth, she wanted to swallow all he had to give.
Buffy sped up her actions, sucking harder and cuddling his balls.
Spike bucked up and yelled, his face contorting in pleasure as he spewed his
seed into her sucking mouth one last time. Buffy milked his cock while watching
his expressive face -- he was so beautiful when he came. It was another large
salty load, she had to swallow quickly to make sure it didn't spill from the
corners of her mouth.
Spike sighed and sank back into the mattress when he went dry. The little smile
was back on his lips, his forehead smoothed out. He looked happy and peaceful.
Buffy licked and sucked on his knob a few moments longer, then pulled her mouth
off and licked his thick jizz from her lips. This time, she felt him begin to
soften. She gingerly laid his cock back down against his stomach, the way it
had been when she started.
What she did was crazy... She should have been able to control herself. What if
Spike told his father what happened? She could be arrested for statutory, as
well as having Ethan drag her through divorce court and the court of public
opinion (the latter might prove far worse).
She had taken advantage of Spike. He had woken up and participated...
eventually. But, at first, it had been just her...sucking his cock and
fingering herself like a depraved whore while he was passed out drunk.
Buffy felt like an amoral slut for taking advantage of Spike in his inebriated
state... not to mention the fact that he'd been asleep when she'd begun
drooling on and touching him. She felt even worse at how hot the sex was -- the
hottest, absolute best fuck she'd ever had. Where did he learn some of that
stuff!? His pussy munching skills alone were excellent.
Ultra-Naughty sighed with contentment, 'Wowzers, what a ride! And that boy's
got some damn tasty jizz, don't he?! Did I tell you, or did I tell you? Bet
Spike can screw aaaal night long! When he's not drunk, that is. He didn't want
to stop fucking you even after he passed out again! These young guys make up
for lack of finesse with stamina. Imagine what an entire night of getting
speared with that juicy cock would be like! Fucking your pussy, your mouth,
your *ass* -- yeah, you know you want him to go there -- for hours and hours
and hours and --'
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, yelling at the perverted (and extremely
persistent) voice in her head and telling it to shut up. Whose side was her
brain on? It was like having a smutty-minded cheerleader in her head. But
Ultra-Naughty wasn't going to be easily silenced, not now that it had been
allowed to frolic after a very, very long year of behaving itself.
'Shame you didn't get to the anal... Well, there's always next time!' U-
N giggled.
"No... No next time... Can never do it again..." she whispered to herself.
Buffy looked down on Spike, scanning him from head-to-toe to make sure she
hadn't left anything on him that would prove to him that it wasn't a dream.
God, she felt wicked and dirty... and felt worse at the undeniable thrill that
zoomed through her body when she remembered every second of it.
Besides him being sticky and sweaty, there weren't any flashing signs that said
'Buffy Wuz Here!'. Thank god she hadn't scratched or bitten him in passion.
Spike might (she prayed!) think that he'd cum in his sleep from the dirty dream
he had about her. Hmm, there was a lot of fluid pooled around his extremely
naughty bits (belonging to both of them), she needed to clean him up a little.
She took a few tissues from the box on his nightstand and tried sopping up some
of the liquid from his genitals. She soaked up much of what had leaked down
onto his cock and balls when she'd been on top of him. She couldn't do as
thorough a job of cleaning him as she wanted to (or use her tongue to
accomplish the job), for fear that he'd start getting hard again...and then her
determination to leave might fade...and then she might want to mount him
again...
Buffy shook her head no and crumpled up the tissues, then threw them in the
wastepaper basket next to the nightstand. She quietly covered Spike with the
sheet on his bed, hoping that he wouldn't know for sure that she'd been here
when he found that he was covered up. But she didn't want him to catch a cold
from having all of that skin exposed.
'Oh, aren't I the considerate one? Wouldn't want him to catch the sniffles
after I got done fucking the shit out of him. Oh god, I'm going straight to
Hell...'
She sighed and turned off the bedside lamp, then tiptoed out of the room.
"Sweet dreams, Spike," Buffy whispered, closing the door with a soft click.
She groaned with both shame and desire at feeling warm cum dripping down her
thighs. Time to take a much needed shower.
There were oh-so-many questions flying through her mind about possible outcomes
for what she'd done tonight. Say that the best possible thing happened and
Spike thought it was just a dream and didn't acknowledge it. Would Buffy be
able to resist sweet temptation the next time he came stumbling home drunk and
passed out? And with Spike, there would be a next time...
The Magic 8-Ball answer to that last question: Don't count on it.
 
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