Title: Chocolate Desires
Author:
3xcereal
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike gives Buffy some chocolaty-loving goodness. Sex during season six. EDIT: I just realized I typed "SEX" instead of "SET." Hahaha. But yeah, this is SET during season six. LOL
Beta:dawnofme . Any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
It was a box of chocolates. A freakin' box of chocolates! What vampire in his right mind would give the Slayer a freakin' box of chocolates?
“What the hell is this?” Buffy held out said box, which Spike had just handed her. Her voice said it all; she was obviously horrified.
She was looking at him, more like boring her eyes into his soul if he had one, with her eyebrows raised and if Spike had been a Nancy Boy, he would have cowered and fled at the hint of repulsion in her voice. In fact, he almost did if he hadn't remembered they were in his crypt.
Buffy treating him like shit and Spike allowing her to even though he reckon he could take her was their SOP. He didn't expect that to change anytime soon, regardless of their nightly shag, regardless of what he'd stuck up her hole the previous night.
He stood in front of her awkwardly, fidgeting. Whatever the years made him into, deep down, he was still William – a loser. “It's chocolate. You know, the sweet stuff you get on Halloween or Valentine's or...”
Buffy dropped her arm to her side and rolled her eyes. “I know what it is, Spike.”
“Then why the bloody hell were you asking?” Spike asked, his brows furrowed.
“Spike...” Buffy let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't have time for this, or romance, especially when it involved Spike. Completely satisfying, rough sex was all she needed from him and she didn't want to mess it up by such gestures or by her reactions to said gestures. “Why are you giving me this?” She demanded an answer. She didn't know however, which one she wanted, the truth or the lie.
Buffy raised her arm again and Spike took the chocolates from her hand, grimacing. He inhaled deeply. He knew right from the beginning that it was a terrible idea. The slayer would never agree to what he wanted; she liked being in control. Nevertheless, it wouldn't hurt him to try. Or maybe it would but, eh, he would heal fast.
“Come with me,” he said, stretching out his hand to her. He wished just this once she'd take his hand and act as if she actually cared about him, not his body. It wasn't like if she did, he'd turn into some love sick school boy and ask her to go steady. He knew his place in her life.
Looking into his eyes, Buffy was tempted to take his hand. Instead, she arched a brow, tilted her head slightly to the side and crossed her arms over her chest.
Fuck her and her high horse, Spike thought, closing his eyes as the muscle in his jaw ticked. “Just come on,” he muttered.
“Fine.” Buffy, acting like she didn't want to, followed Spike into the hole in the ground. “I can't stay long,” she said as she descended the ladder.
Spike scoffed as he set the box of chocolates on one of the stands he'd got from the junkyard. Buffy always said she couldn't stay long, but she always did.
When she came down from the ladder, he immediately said, “Don't turn around.”
Buffy's heart raced in anticipation. “What? Why?” She was about to turn, but Spike's firm gripped stopped her. Her heart beat faster.
Spike slowly slithered his hands down her bare arms. They were callused and cold, but each inch of skin he covered felt like it was on fire. “Just play along,” he whispered in her ear. She bit her lip and gripped one of the steps of the ladder as she felt each goose bump pop out of her skin from the feel of his cool breath. Her nipples instantly hardened.
Then, with the tip of his tongue, Spike flicked and traced her ear lobe. Buffy gasped and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his wet tongue brushing against her ear. She steeled herself for what was next.
Her breath caught in her throat when a piece of cloth covered her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Shush,” he whispered and tied the blindfold firmly around her eyes with nimble fingers. He swept her hair to the side and began to lightly nibble on the curve where her neck met her shoulders; she titled her head. Spike stopped, smirking, and spun her around.
When she blindly felt around for him, her hands met the curve of his pecs. He exhaled sharply as she used her delicate fingertips to map her way down to the bones of his hips. After hooking her fingers under the waistband of his jeans, she glided them towards the middle, feeling his firm stomach move beneath her touch as he unnecessarily panted.
Though he loved the touch of her warm skin against his, Spike grabbed her hands before it reached the button of his jeans. “Now, now. You'll have your turn,” he said in a low, deep voice, as he pulled her by the hands until they were only a foot away from his bed.
Tongue rolled behind his teeth and smirking, Spike stood before her. She was wearing a black razorback top and a light blue baggy, drawstring pants. Utter magnificence.
He tugged at the hem of her top and, without knowing it, Buffy raised her hands up. Realizing how needy it must have seemed, she was about to drop her hands when Spike whispered, “That's my girl,” and lifted the garment off her. Only brushing the palms of his hands over both of her erect nipples, eliciting a soft whimper from Buffy, he then carried her on to the bed and laid her down.
His fingers lazed at the waistband of her sweatpants before slowly creeping beneath the fabric, over her thin panties, and tortuously pulled them down and off, leaving a trail of soft kisses down each inch of brazen skin he exposed.
Buffy could feel his eyes raking her over, watching her full breasts rise and fall quickly, attuned to her hitched breathing. She heard footsteps and soon she felt his hands on hers. He held them together above her head and tied them to his bed posts. She didn't protest.
There were footsteps again, and not long after, he was sitting between her legs, gently running his hands up her thighs and sending shivers to her core. She heard a box being opened. “What's that?” she asked.
He took one little piece of chocolate out of the box between his index finger and thumb. “The chocolates I gave you. They're adorable. Little cone-shaped treats. You should see them,” he said with a laugh, looking at one, before popping it into his mouth.
“I would if I didn't have a blindfold on.” Sure, she sounded annoyed but Spike knew she was far from it.
He turned his attention back to her. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Anxious? Check. Aroused? Spike inhaled deeply and thought to himself, check. And to think he barely has done anything to her yet. He grinned mischievously.
“Did you just eat one? I thought that was for me.” She jutted that luscious bottom lip out and he was putty between her thighs.
“Not big with the giving, am I? This is more for me than it is for you, pet.”
That swagger, he was known for it. And yeah, he may be an evil, soulless, blood-sucking fiend, but he was doing this for her, because she needed it. She needed to be loved and taken care of. She needed to be pleased and pleasured. She was going to get it whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted it or not.
“Now, where were we...” Spike wet the underside of the cone-shaped chocolate-strawberry with his tongue, and painted a slick, line using the chocolate across her inner thigh. He licked her all the way up to the crotch of her panties. She moaned her approval. “Ah. I remember.”
He moved on top of her, hovering, his naked form barely touching hers, the tip of his erection lingering over her now soaked panties. Biting her lips, she jerked her hips upward to press against his member, but he pulled away. “Ah, ah, ah.”
Spike licked the chocolate again and wiped it on her lips, covering them in a wet, sticky, golden brown glaze before sweeping each lip with his tongue, sucking and nibbling.
“Yummy.” He chuckled. “Now, show me that delicious tongue of yours, love,” he rasped. She obeyed, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. “Good girl,” he said while placing the piece of chocolate on it. He pressed his tongue against hers firmly, and Buffy moaned as the chocolate melted between their warm tongues, his tongue strong and tender at the same time. And when the chocolate has completely melted, he began to lap at her tongue, each caress worsened the ache between her thighs, each successive stroke made her moan louder. He sucked at her tongue and swallowed her groan.
Buffy tugged at her restraints. She wanted to feel his skin; she wanted to touch his face. She wanted him, wholly. It was something she'd never admitted before, but she wouldn't want to be with anyone else but him. It was a scary thought, but freeing at the same time.
When he pulled back, Buffy closed her mouth and slowly licked her lips. Innocently. Unknowingly. Hungrily. Chocolate covered her lips again and enticed him for a taste. He had other plans.
Buffy's breath came out in rapid bursts as he set another piece of the cone-shaped chocolate atop a hardened nipple and swirled it against the nub until he'd melted half of the chocolate. Leaving the piece on the nipple, he bent his head and dragged his tongue slowly across it.
With every suckle, every leisure swirl of his tongue, she'd feel the aching pulse in her core. When he worried her nipple between his blunt teeth, she gasped, clutched at the covers and arched her back from the sharp pleasure. “Spike.” She begged for more.
His hand strayed to the crotch of her panties, cupping her heated sex. “Yes, love?”
She pressed herself firmly into his hand. “Come on!” she said in frustration.
He retracted his hand. “That wasn't romantic at all. You have to do better than that.” An impish grin was painted on his face.
“I wasn't going for romantic,” Buffy said through gritted teeth. She tugged at her restraints again but to no avail.
“You ruined the mood,” Spike said, as he put his hands on her knees and quickly pulled them apart. “You need to be punished.” With blunt teeth, he bit her inner thigh hard enough that it drew blood, and Buffy screamed from the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through her body. Then, with one swift movement, he tore the side of her panties, revealing her completely.
“I just bought that,” she said in between pants but she was too in a daze to even care.
“I'll steal you another one.” Spike took out another piece of chocolate and rubbed it against her wet sex. Up and Down.
“Oh,” was all Buffy could manage to utter as Spike continued to rub the chocolate, up and down. Her heart pounded in her chest when he stopped.
Spike ate what was left of the chocolate before he dipped his head, settling it between her thighs. He licked around her inner thighs. Buffy moaned, shifted her hips and opened wider. He licked her from her hole to her clit in one long stroke and she gasped. He then turned his attention to her clit, taking it between his teeth, biting it softly. Buffy cried out, “Oh, God!”
Spike sucked her clit with his lips and tongue and lapped at her pussy hungrily, as if he were pulling rich slayer blood from her. Only the tangy juice between her folds was a hundred times better.
He thrust a finger into her, pulling it in and out in time with his licks. Slow, up and down strokes, as the finger he buried deep into her became two, became three...
Buffy could feel the tension building inside of her with every nerve in her body, and she pulled on the rope tying her hands over her head. She pulled as Spike continued to thrust his fist deep into her. In and Out. She pulled hard as Spike traced her labia, her clit with his hot, wet tongue. Up and down, occasionally sucking and nibbling at her clit and shaking his head, burying himself in her folds. She pulled harder and tore off the bedposts, bucking her hips up to meet his mouth when she climaxed.
Spike looked up at the two wooden posts now on top of the bed. “Bloody Hell, Buffy, I just got that fixed,” he said as Buffy wriggled her wrists to loosen the rope.
Buffy immediately removed her blindfold and gazed up at the man between her legs. His lips and hands were covered with chocolate and her juices. She licked her lips unconsciously, the taste of chocolate still lingering on them. She hooked her hand behind his neck and roughly pulled him to her, clashing her mouth with his for a heated kiss. The taste of chocolate swirled around their mouths.
When Buffy pulled away for air, she flipped them over. She straddled him, dainty hands resting on his alabaster chest. “My turn.” Biting her swollen lips, she smirked. She gazed at him with lustful eyes.
Buffy knew she'd never quench her craving for him. He was her chocolate desire.
Author:
3xcereal Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike gives Buffy some chocolaty-loving goodness. Sex during season six. EDIT: I just realized I typed "SEX" instead of "SET." Hahaha. But yeah, this is SET during season six. LOL
Beta:
dawnofme . Any mistakes are mine.Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
It was a box of chocolates. A freakin' box of chocolates! What vampire in his right mind would give the Slayer a freakin' box of chocolates?
“What the hell is this?” Buffy held out said box, which Spike had just handed her. Her voice said it all; she was obviously horrified.
She was looking at him, more like boring her eyes into his soul if he had one, with her eyebrows raised and if Spike had been a Nancy Boy, he would have cowered and fled at the hint of repulsion in her voice. In fact, he almost did if he hadn't remembered they were in his crypt.
Buffy treating him like shit and Spike allowing her to even though he reckon he could take her was their SOP. He didn't expect that to change anytime soon, regardless of their nightly shag, regardless of what he'd stuck up her hole the previous night.
He stood in front of her awkwardly, fidgeting. Whatever the years made him into, deep down, he was still William – a loser. “It's chocolate. You know, the sweet stuff you get on Halloween or Valentine's or...”
Buffy dropped her arm to her side and rolled her eyes. “I know what it is, Spike.”
“Then why the bloody hell were you asking?” Spike asked, his brows furrowed.
“Spike...” Buffy let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't have time for this, or romance, especially when it involved Spike. Completely satisfying, rough sex was all she needed from him and she didn't want to mess it up by such gestures or by her reactions to said gestures. “Why are you giving me this?” She demanded an answer. She didn't know however, which one she wanted, the truth or the lie.
Buffy raised her arm again and Spike took the chocolates from her hand, grimacing. He inhaled deeply. He knew right from the beginning that it was a terrible idea. The slayer would never agree to what he wanted; she liked being in control. Nevertheless, it wouldn't hurt him to try. Or maybe it would but, eh, he would heal fast.
“Come with me,” he said, stretching out his hand to her. He wished just this once she'd take his hand and act as if she actually cared about him, not his body. It wasn't like if she did, he'd turn into some love sick school boy and ask her to go steady. He knew his place in her life.
Looking into his eyes, Buffy was tempted to take his hand. Instead, she arched a brow, tilted her head slightly to the side and crossed her arms over her chest.
Fuck her and her high horse, Spike thought, closing his eyes as the muscle in his jaw ticked. “Just come on,” he muttered.
“Fine.” Buffy, acting like she didn't want to, followed Spike into the hole in the ground. “I can't stay long,” she said as she descended the ladder.
Spike scoffed as he set the box of chocolates on one of the stands he'd got from the junkyard. Buffy always said she couldn't stay long, but she always did.
When she came down from the ladder, he immediately said, “Don't turn around.”
Buffy's heart raced in anticipation. “What? Why?” She was about to turn, but Spike's firm gripped stopped her. Her heart beat faster.
Spike slowly slithered his hands down her bare arms. They were callused and cold, but each inch of skin he covered felt like it was on fire. “Just play along,” he whispered in her ear. She bit her lip and gripped one of the steps of the ladder as she felt each goose bump pop out of her skin from the feel of his cool breath. Her nipples instantly hardened.
Then, with the tip of his tongue, Spike flicked and traced her ear lobe. Buffy gasped and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his wet tongue brushing against her ear. She steeled herself for what was next.
Her breath caught in her throat when a piece of cloth covered her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Shush,” he whispered and tied the blindfold firmly around her eyes with nimble fingers. He swept her hair to the side and began to lightly nibble on the curve where her neck met her shoulders; she titled her head. Spike stopped, smirking, and spun her around.
When she blindly felt around for him, her hands met the curve of his pecs. He exhaled sharply as she used her delicate fingertips to map her way down to the bones of his hips. After hooking her fingers under the waistband of his jeans, she glided them towards the middle, feeling his firm stomach move beneath her touch as he unnecessarily panted.
Though he loved the touch of her warm skin against his, Spike grabbed her hands before it reached the button of his jeans. “Now, now. You'll have your turn,” he said in a low, deep voice, as he pulled her by the hands until they were only a foot away from his bed.
Tongue rolled behind his teeth and smirking, Spike stood before her. She was wearing a black razorback top and a light blue baggy, drawstring pants. Utter magnificence.
He tugged at the hem of her top and, without knowing it, Buffy raised her hands up. Realizing how needy it must have seemed, she was about to drop her hands when Spike whispered, “That's my girl,” and lifted the garment off her. Only brushing the palms of his hands over both of her erect nipples, eliciting a soft whimper from Buffy, he then carried her on to the bed and laid her down.
His fingers lazed at the waistband of her sweatpants before slowly creeping beneath the fabric, over her thin panties, and tortuously pulled them down and off, leaving a trail of soft kisses down each inch of brazen skin he exposed.
Buffy could feel his eyes raking her over, watching her full breasts rise and fall quickly, attuned to her hitched breathing. She heard footsteps and soon she felt his hands on hers. He held them together above her head and tied them to his bed posts. She didn't protest.
There were footsteps again, and not long after, he was sitting between her legs, gently running his hands up her thighs and sending shivers to her core. She heard a box being opened. “What's that?” she asked.
He took one little piece of chocolate out of the box between his index finger and thumb. “The chocolates I gave you. They're adorable. Little cone-shaped treats. You should see them,” he said with a laugh, looking at one, before popping it into his mouth.
“I would if I didn't have a blindfold on.” Sure, she sounded annoyed but Spike knew she was far from it.
He turned his attention back to her. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Anxious? Check. Aroused? Spike inhaled deeply and thought to himself, check. And to think he barely has done anything to her yet. He grinned mischievously.
“Did you just eat one? I thought that was for me.” She jutted that luscious bottom lip out and he was putty between her thighs.
“Not big with the giving, am I? This is more for me than it is for you, pet.”
That swagger, he was known for it. And yeah, he may be an evil, soulless, blood-sucking fiend, but he was doing this for her, because she needed it. She needed to be loved and taken care of. She needed to be pleased and pleasured. She was going to get it whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted it or not.
“Now, where were we...” Spike wet the underside of the cone-shaped chocolate-strawberry with his tongue, and painted a slick, line using the chocolate across her inner thigh. He licked her all the way up to the crotch of her panties. She moaned her approval. “Ah. I remember.”
He moved on top of her, hovering, his naked form barely touching hers, the tip of his erection lingering over her now soaked panties. Biting her lips, she jerked her hips upward to press against his member, but he pulled away. “Ah, ah, ah.”
Spike licked the chocolate again and wiped it on her lips, covering them in a wet, sticky, golden brown glaze before sweeping each lip with his tongue, sucking and nibbling.
“Yummy.” He chuckled. “Now, show me that delicious tongue of yours, love,” he rasped. She obeyed, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. “Good girl,” he said while placing the piece of chocolate on it. He pressed his tongue against hers firmly, and Buffy moaned as the chocolate melted between their warm tongues, his tongue strong and tender at the same time. And when the chocolate has completely melted, he began to lap at her tongue, each caress worsened the ache between her thighs, each successive stroke made her moan louder. He sucked at her tongue and swallowed her groan.
Buffy tugged at her restraints. She wanted to feel his skin; she wanted to touch his face. She wanted him, wholly. It was something she'd never admitted before, but she wouldn't want to be with anyone else but him. It was a scary thought, but freeing at the same time.
When he pulled back, Buffy closed her mouth and slowly licked her lips. Innocently. Unknowingly. Hungrily. Chocolate covered her lips again and enticed him for a taste. He had other plans.
Buffy's breath came out in rapid bursts as he set another piece of the cone-shaped chocolate atop a hardened nipple and swirled it against the nub until he'd melted half of the chocolate. Leaving the piece on the nipple, he bent his head and dragged his tongue slowly across it.
With every suckle, every leisure swirl of his tongue, she'd feel the aching pulse in her core. When he worried her nipple between his blunt teeth, she gasped, clutched at the covers and arched her back from the sharp pleasure. “Spike.” She begged for more.
His hand strayed to the crotch of her panties, cupping her heated sex. “Yes, love?”
She pressed herself firmly into his hand. “Come on!” she said in frustration.
He retracted his hand. “That wasn't romantic at all. You have to do better than that.” An impish grin was painted on his face.
“I wasn't going for romantic,” Buffy said through gritted teeth. She tugged at her restraints again but to no avail.
“You ruined the mood,” Spike said, as he put his hands on her knees and quickly pulled them apart. “You need to be punished.” With blunt teeth, he bit her inner thigh hard enough that it drew blood, and Buffy screamed from the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through her body. Then, with one swift movement, he tore the side of her panties, revealing her completely.
“I just bought that,” she said in between pants but she was too in a daze to even care.
“I'll steal you another one.” Spike took out another piece of chocolate and rubbed it against her wet sex. Up and Down.
“Oh,” was all Buffy could manage to utter as Spike continued to rub the chocolate, up and down. Her heart pounded in her chest when he stopped.
Spike ate what was left of the chocolate before he dipped his head, settling it between her thighs. He licked around her inner thighs. Buffy moaned, shifted her hips and opened wider. He licked her from her hole to her clit in one long stroke and she gasped. He then turned his attention to her clit, taking it between his teeth, biting it softly. Buffy cried out, “Oh, God!”
Spike sucked her clit with his lips and tongue and lapped at her pussy hungrily, as if he were pulling rich slayer blood from her. Only the tangy juice between her folds was a hundred times better.
He thrust a finger into her, pulling it in and out in time with his licks. Slow, up and down strokes, as the finger he buried deep into her became two, became three...
Buffy could feel the tension building inside of her with every nerve in her body, and she pulled on the rope tying her hands over her head. She pulled as Spike continued to thrust his fist deep into her. In and Out. She pulled hard as Spike traced her labia, her clit with his hot, wet tongue. Up and down, occasionally sucking and nibbling at her clit and shaking his head, burying himself in her folds. She pulled harder and tore off the bedposts, bucking her hips up to meet his mouth when she climaxed.
Spike looked up at the two wooden posts now on top of the bed. “Bloody Hell, Buffy, I just got that fixed,” he said as Buffy wriggled her wrists to loosen the rope.
Buffy immediately removed her blindfold and gazed up at the man between her legs. His lips and hands were covered with chocolate and her juices. She licked her lips unconsciously, the taste of chocolate still lingering on them. She hooked her hand behind his neck and roughly pulled him to her, clashing her mouth with his for a heated kiss. The taste of chocolate swirled around their mouths.
When Buffy pulled away for air, she flipped them over. She straddled him, dainty hands resting on his alabaster chest. “My turn.” Biting her swollen lips, she smirked. She gazed at him with lustful eyes.
Buffy knew she'd never quench her craving for him. He was her chocolate desire.
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