writingbyebonio | Fanfic - BTVS: Two Smut Fics (NC-17, Femslash: Faith/Willow)

Title: Clean
Author:

eboniorchid
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Faith Lehane/Willow Rosenberg
Prompt: "Buffy, Faith/Willow, clean" for

phantisma at Comment Porn Month, Day 8: Supernatural +BtVS/AtS.
Word Count: 172 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: BDSM. D/s. Bondage. Gags. PWP. Smut. Femslash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Faith cleans up Willow's, um, mess.

She came and Faith licked her clean, her tied-down body shivering and shaking with too much sensation. Faith didn't stop, though, enjoyed the chorus of Willow's muffled pleas. She'd known that bandana would come in handy sometime and now it made her grin.

Her tongue flicked against the blood-swollen tip of her lover-captive's clit and the jerk and grunt that followed got her fucking metaphysical dick hard. Then when she fucked her tongue, thick and wide and strong, into the leaking hole inches below, the squirming made her fucking full of wet.

Moaning, she shifted and dug down below her body, her seeking fingers slipping past her jeans and underwear to a slick cunt of her own. She quieted herself by sucking throbbing tender places that kept her girl-toy groaning, gasping, writhing. In licks and sucks and lips-to-pussy-lip-locked fucks, she loved herself to the aided edge of bliss. Then she fell over it, and pushed her hostaged woman over it, until both pleasure-tortured cunts squeezed and shook, leaking sweet and salty, wet.

Title: Locked Library After Hours
Author:

eboniorchid
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Faith Lehane/Willow Rosenberg
Prompt: "Buffy, Faith/Willow, locked in a library after hours" for

amara_m at Comment Porn Month, Day 15: Trapped!.
Word Count: ~1200 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: BDSM. D/s. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Fisting. PWP. Smut. Femslash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Locked in a library, Faith suggests a hot new spin on an old prank.

This was so wrong, so wrong, and an improper use of every library privilege she might've ever had. Of course, that didn't stop Faith from dragging her to the copy-scan-print area and revving up the engines of the monster copier.

"Get up there, Red."

When Willow started to shake her head, eyes wide, Faith's playful tone slid into something a touch more menacing, her smile sharper somehow. That was how her skirt got torn, Faith maneuvering her toward and against the big machine despite her flailing resistance, then forgetting (or maybe intentionally overlooking) the zipper on Willow's skirt as she yanked it down. It split straight down the seam and fluttered past her knee-high socks to the floor as a slightly angled rectangle of fabric. Her undies weren't far behind it.

"Faith, come on. What am I supposed to- …" Faith cut her complaints off with a harsh kiss, her hands on Willow's now-naked hips squeezing just past pleasant so the question of leadership was firmly put to rest. Then she lifted Willow up and set her bare bottom on the warming glass of the copier. Resigned, Willow sighed as Faith keyed up the machine to make a few- … Wait was that '500' copies? Before she'd even thought it through, she was shrieking anxiously at her controlling accomplice. "What are all those for?!"

"For the patrons, of course, hon. Damn librarians locked us in like zoo animals. Might as well give 'em all a good show." She laughed and pressed the big green copy button.

"Wait- …" It didn't matter, though, there was already a fresh shot of her rear shooting out the side of the machine.

"Now … about that show." Faith's grin was downright devilish and Willow had to remind herself, despite her shudder, that Faith was good now, played on the right side, she just, ya know, liked to joke around sometimes.

"Faith?" It didn't quite feel like a joke when Faith held her legs and dragged them to drape over the paper-loading side of the machine, a hand pushing at Willow's stomach when she tried to stay sitting up instead of go with the flow and lay down. Her hair brushed the repeating spit of lewdly printed paper as Faith pulled her legs apart, bright light spearing up from between them as the copier captured the back of her body spread open and printed it for the world to see. Her breath stuttered because her cunt clenched and she knew it was filling with her damp and wrongly placed desire. With a sigh she squeezed her eyes shut and let her partner have her fun.

"There you go, Red." Faith's left hand held her thigh strongly, not letting her pull away, but it was the right hand that Willow worried over, biting her lip as it caressed her from knee to thigh to hip before letting fingers brush over her quickly leaking pussy lips. It was too easy for Faith to slip in one finger and then another, her thumb rubbing the thickened nub of Willow's clit until she was fucking herself down onto those fingers.

She only whimpered a little when Faith pushed a third finger in, her thrusts driving just that much deeper, hampered only slightly by the remaining digit bent at Willow's entrance. The feel of it bumping just there was maddening, though, and Willow's hips ground in a circle as if trying to tip it off balance and into her cunt. Faith got the message with a chuckle and Willow groaned at the feel and the need of it all as Faith pressed her pinky inside with the other three fingers.

"Yeah, you like that? You wanna go all the way, huh?"

Willow wasn't sure she knew what that meant, but she did know that the push and slide of Faith's fingers in her cunt were driving her crazy. Faith's knuckles brushed over knots made of too many nerve endings and Willow's body trembled and begged for more, alternately opening and squeezing tight. It made 'going all the way' a struggle that left her groaning and panting and aching and wanting, her body slowly stretching as Faith turned and tilted her hand, tucking her thumb in with its comrades to drive slowly into the hole that was slicking the lit-up glass of the still-rumbling copy machine.

"Yeah. Just like that. Push down on it." Faith was panting right there with her, her voice tinged with a kind of awe-fed lust that said Willow was doing something damn amazing. "I know it doesn't make any sense, but trust me. It'll work, just- …" Willow willed her muscles to push the conquering hand out and it only sunk in further, her gasps stringing together like an oncoming train as she continued to push and take more, more fingers, more knuckles, more. And then the pressure seamed to peak out and settle, every space inside her full in a way she couldn't name, couldn't explain, like Faith had found a way to penetrate every cell and every bit of her soul.

She only needed to move once for her whole world to explode, Faith's curling fist a heavy detonator tipping off sky-sized explosions of pleasure that swept sensations from her core to her skin and from her toes to the top of her head. Somewhere someone was trying to sing a wordless aria of moans edging towards shouts, all in the stratosphere of the human vocal register, and the sounds only made her come harder, made her clench and spill and shout and beg and ultimately lose her grip on consciousness and any present reality.

Later, in her hazy journey back, she noted that a hush had fallen, the machine underneath her having shot its load of pornographic copies, even as Faith struggled to gently extricate her wrist and the rest of her hand from Willow's aching and quivering cunt.

When she'd succeeded, her absence leaving Willow suddenly colder, Faith walked around the machine to look down at her blissed out lover, draped so lasciviously across the silent copier. "I'm not even gonna bother to ask if you liked that. Saw it with my own two eyes."

Still a little dizzy, Willow found a lopsided smile somewhere inside and offered it up with droopy eyelids. "That would probably be an accurate assessment."

"You ready to go home?"

"Sure, but- … Aren't we locked in?" Funny how she didn't care even half as much about that anymore. They could just find a cozy nook to cuddle up in and fall asleep until opening hours.

Faith shrugged, her eyes and smile brighter and wider, even, than they'd been when they started this whole mess hours ago. "I could just break the door."

It dawned on Willow slowly and then all in a rush and she sat up fast enough without coordination to smack the side of her shoulder on the flipped-up top of the copy machine. "What?!" She couldn't help staring at Faith with sputtering incredulity. "You- you mean … all this time … you could've- … could've just- … FAITH!"

Faith just smirked and shrugged again, reaching for a freshly printed flipbook of all her favorite things.