My first little fan fiction about Spike and Buffy (or a female reader), popped up abruptly at night in my fantasy. Warnings: smut, sex, blood, light force, bites and bruises. Please do not steal the text, but share it. English is not my native language, but I think you will understand everything. In places, the order of words is intentionally violated, but I, as an author, like this option by ear.
P.S. for me, not only Spike is in my fantasy here, I adore him, but instead of him there is can be also another man who makes me wet - the Russian opposition writer and poet Eduard Limonov in 2000S era, who looks like a steppenwolf.
"You accepts me anyway. I am your wrong place..."
Spike showed up (as usual) from the moon street darkness in Buffy's bedroom (climbed in to the open window). His peroxide white hair glowed in the dark and was additionally illuminated by the moon. Buffy wasn't surprised, got used to it. Like it happes every night (and that it is). i am tired let me just sleep who is talking to about you being on top ? Only thing she was wearing was tong panties, and they were a little large (more exactly - they were stretched by Spike, who had a habit of pushing them away sometimes).
Spike was wearing a black shirt and jacket, all in black , he looked compact, but the clothes emphasized his lean wiry (sinewy) body with inexplicable stamina. It was a simple missioner pose ,he - lying on top of her. She's squirming like in a trap snake, or like she is in pain and can't be stable. He stays dressed up.
He moves into her juicy folds at medium speed, they try to moan quieter, because Scooby-gang is in the house, & Dawn is behind the wall. Dawn and Willow. Spike is trying his best to be gentler and keeping an average temp of speed . They are breathing heavily, mouths are open , Buffy kisses and bites his shoulders, strokes his back , grabbing his jacket . The legs get tangled in the blanket, the head tilts back, Spike carefully supports the top of her head. Buffy begins to act more actively taking his hard thick perfect-sized thing with her pelvis into herself .
"Yes, thats my girl…" -"Kiss my brest , bite my nipples" . She pushed his head to your fragile girlish breasts. -"Suit youself". - said Spike.
-"Make marks and spots in my nippular area". He is eating her stoned titts, she feels blasing and a little ashamed, grunting louder.
Suddenly, when Buffy threw her hands behind her head, Spike handcuffed her to the headboard posts. She is frowning with angry eyes, trying to look at her hands :
-"What are you doing?" -"Don't be afraid and relax, love". He is kneeling over her on the bed and suddenly pulls out a bag of donated blood from his pocket . -"Are you crazy? Gross Spike . Are you completely losted?" Lost your mind… She tries to get up on her shoulders.
"Do you want to wake up Niblet Dawn? Then I will not unfasten you and then you will be left lying naked in blood, handcuffed. I wish I could see her reaction and your "innocent" gang. How are you going to explain?"
He pours her stomach (and not only) with blood. Initiated into the vampire monster face and begins to lick and suck the blood from her body. She does not have time to come to her senses and look around, as she is already cleaned-dry by Spike and they both start to cum. She wants to cry out, Spike covers her mouth with his hand and continues to breathe into her neck, touching her cheeks with his open lips, going up and down her and slowly falling on her finally.
He almost falls asleep on her, but Buffy covers for him, interrupted him. "Let me sleep, i wanna sleep. You should go. The first light will be very soon". "Are you afraid of me burning down?" "No".
He reluctantly gets up to leave. Buffy rolls over on her stomach and bends her knee to belly.
"Tempting. Maybe another round ?" He looks at her butt with her tong pushed back.
"Get out".
Suddenly she grabs him by the sleeve of his hand , but immediately changes her mind and makes a movement like: forget it. Spike finally passionately bites her shoulder and disappears into the night, escaping. Buffy opens her eyes and stares thoughtfully at the wall without blinking . The plaid dangles in the legs. Morning she woked up all covered by tiny sex-wounds. The sheets needed cleaning…
