Buffy fic: "Unscrewed"
Written for websofseaweed , for the Five Acts Meme, for the prompts: Xander/Willow, cunnilingus.
This fic is set during season 3.
Title: Unscrewed
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 564
Summary: Complete PWP.
Willow thinks she might be melting, really, or unravelling or like Xander’s got a magic screwdriver and is undoing all the little screws that hold her together, taking her apart into a thousand little Willow pieces. It’s amazing.
Her toes are curling in her shoes because Xander’s holding her skirt up around her waist with one hand and has pulled her panties down to her knees and he’s slowly licking at her, places where she’s only ever touched herself, under the covers, in the dark, alone and muffling her cries against her arm so her parents don’t hear. One hand has parted her lips, opening her up to his gaze, and it’s scary because what if she tastes funny or smells bad or looks weird, but he seems happy to just lick her like she’s a lollipop. He presses the tip of his tongue against her clit firmly, and she makes an embarrassing kind of whimpering noise. She wishes she weren’t standing upright, because her knees want to buckle but she’s terrified of losing this incredible sensation. She licks her lips, which are still tingling from his kisses - forceful, urgent, in a way she’d never known Xander to be outside of situations which involved pointy things.
Willow knows she’s not as pretty as Cordelia, doesn’t have the curves or the tan or the strut, and her hair isn’t nearly as shiny. But right now Xander is dating the queen of the school and instead of being with her, he’s here, of his own volition, kneeling in front of her and - Willow feels her blush deepen even thinking the words - eating her out. For some reason it’s her that Xander wants, now, finally, after all these years of pining and teenage angst.
“Xander,” she says, her voice high and shaky. He makes a sort of questioning hm? sound but he doesn’t look up at her, and she moans, because the vibrations of his voice against her…
His teeth drag across her clit gently, and she arches her back to keep herself from bucking her hips into his face. “Please,” she keens, scrunching her eyes shut.
His thumb starts to stroke her clit in quick movements, sporadically, so she doesn’t know what’s coming and it makes her wants to press up, to control the touches. She can’t. His arm across her hips keeps her pinned like a butterfly underneath his explorations.
Slowly, he pushes the tip of his tongue inside of her. Her fingers scrabble against the wall for anything to steady herself with, and eventually she settles one on his shoulder, gripping so tight she thinks she might bruise him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s too close, it’s all too raw, and she needs those fleeting touches to become pressure - she tries to say his name but it comes out a breathy moan and she struggles to form any words to tell him what she needs.
He seems to understand the urgency anyway - his tongue leaves her empty and mouth slides up till he closes his lips around her clit, sucking, with just the faintest edge of teeth, and Willow shatters.
“Xander,” she gasps, breathless, disbelieving. Had he really just done that? Is she dreaming?
He turns his face up to her and Willow slides down the wall: her knees finally give way at the sight of his lips glistening with her wetness.
This fic is set during season 3.
Title: Unscrewed
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 564
Summary: Complete PWP.
Willow thinks she might be melting, really, or unravelling or like Xander’s got a magic screwdriver and is undoing all the little screws that hold her together, taking her apart into a thousand little Willow pieces. It’s amazing.
Her toes are curling in her shoes because Xander’s holding her skirt up around her waist with one hand and has pulled her panties down to her knees and he’s slowly licking at her, places where she’s only ever touched herself, under the covers, in the dark, alone and muffling her cries against her arm so her parents don’t hear. One hand has parted her lips, opening her up to his gaze, and it’s scary because what if she tastes funny or smells bad or looks weird, but he seems happy to just lick her like she’s a lollipop. He presses the tip of his tongue against her clit firmly, and she makes an embarrassing kind of whimpering noise. She wishes she weren’t standing upright, because her knees want to buckle but she’s terrified of losing this incredible sensation. She licks her lips, which are still tingling from his kisses - forceful, urgent, in a way she’d never known Xander to be outside of situations which involved pointy things.
Willow knows she’s not as pretty as Cordelia, doesn’t have the curves or the tan or the strut, and her hair isn’t nearly as shiny. But right now Xander is dating the queen of the school and instead of being with her, he’s here, of his own volition, kneeling in front of her and - Willow feels her blush deepen even thinking the words - eating her out. For some reason it’s her that Xander wants, now, finally, after all these years of pining and teenage angst.
“Xander,” she says, her voice high and shaky. He makes a sort of questioning hm? sound but he doesn’t look up at her, and she moans, because the vibrations of his voice against her…
His teeth drag across her clit gently, and she arches her back to keep herself from bucking her hips into his face. “Please,” she keens, scrunching her eyes shut.
His thumb starts to stroke her clit in quick movements, sporadically, so she doesn’t know what’s coming and it makes her wants to press up, to control the touches. She can’t. His arm across her hips keeps her pinned like a butterfly underneath his explorations.
Slowly, he pushes the tip of his tongue inside of her. Her fingers scrabble against the wall for anything to steady herself with, and eventually she settles one on his shoulder, gripping so tight she thinks she might bruise him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s too close, it’s all too raw, and she needs those fleeting touches to become pressure - she tries to say his name but it comes out a breathy moan and she struggles to form any words to tell him what she needs.
He seems to understand the urgency anyway - his tongue leaves her empty and mouth slides up till he closes his lips around her clit, sucking, with just the faintest edge of teeth, and Willow shatters.
“Xander,” she gasps, breathless, disbelieving. Had he really just done that? Is she dreaming?
He turns his face up to her and Willow slides down the wall: her knees finally give way at the sight of his lips glistening with her wetness.