Fic: A Night to Forget (Oz/Buffy/Faith, rated NC-17)
I've finally finished (after scrapping and starting over) my fic for the year_of_oz Oz Hetficathon. Enjoy!
Title: A Night to Forget
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Oz/Faith/Buffy
Written for: katemonkey who wanted post-“Lover’s Walk” consolation and sarcasm and no heavy drama/angst. I don’t know that I managed much sarcasm here, but there’s definitely consolation. And porn. *g*
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Thanks to silvertedy once again for turning my rambling thoughts into readable prose.
As far as consolation prizes went, it wasn’t bad. Oz could think of worse things than being tag teamed by a pair of Slayers out to please. Oz licked his lips and grinned. He could still taste them.
Willow’s kiss with Xander had hurt him; Faith and Buffy’s affectionate attentions didn’t change that. But for a few hours it had made him forget.
He’d been surprised at their dancing in the Bronze. They had seemed ... wild ... raw. When they’d cornered him backstage after the set, he had wondered at the scent rolling off of them -- it wasn’t just arousal, but them. What he usually picked up from them--times ten.
He’d asked why they were there. They’d shared a smile for a moment, and then Faith had dropped to her knees, mouth at his crotch, hands at his zipper.
“Want. Take. Have.” Buffy’s words had challenged coyly.
Oz had swallowed and quirked an eyebrow. “Want?” He looked down at Faith. She was pulling him out.
“Want.” She had nodded before swiping her tongue across his tip.
Then Buffy stepped in close behind Faith. Reaching out, she had run her hands down Oz’s chest before dropping them to Faith’s head. Then her hands, wrapped in Faith’s hair, had guided her mouth up and down on his cock. Dazed, Oz had watched as Buffy leaned in and kissed him.
“You taste like cinnamon,” she had frowned. “Wanna taste you.”
Oz had smiled and swallowed the wad of Big Red in his mouth.
“Want you to taste me, too. And Faith.” Buffy leaned in for another kiss and slid her fingers under his shirttail. She lightly scraped her nails across his lower back then around to his stomach and up to his nipples.
All the while Faith was bobbing away, blowing his mind, among other things. She pulled back and smiled at him. “Let go, Oz. This is all for you. Enjoy it.”
And he had. He had just leaned back into the wall and let everything fall away. Faith had taken him back into her mouth and swallowed. And then she had swallowed. He’d started to slide down the wall -- his energy spent even though he’d done nothing but stand there. Faith had helped ease him down to the floor then stood and kissed Buffy.
Oz remembered staring and trying to figure out when exactly the two of them had hooked up. Judging by the way their bodies pressed together and the passion of their kiss, he didn’t think it was new. Of course, they’d never been with him before either and that hadn’t seemed to get in the way. But somehow their intimacy had been different; there was definitely something there.
As he’d refocused on the sight before him, he’d realized his face was right at crotch level and that Faith’s hand was inside Buffy’s panties. He’d missed Buffy’s skirt being yanked up around her waist while watching them kiss. But as he watched Buffy grind herself against Faith’s hand, Oz had felt himself get hard again.
Faith must have looked down at some point and seen Oz’s dick in his hand because she’d laughed. “Know what the best thing about teenage guys is, B?”
Buffy had just shaken her head as she pushed against Faith’s hand.
“They’re teenage guys,” she’d smiled. “They get it up again and again and again.” She’d turned to Oz. “You wanna fuck her? She’s so wet, Oz. So wet and tight.”
Oz had swallowed but said nothing.
“A Slayer’s got muscles you never dreamed of.”
If he hadn’t already been on the floor, Oz would have collapsed at that image. “Y-yeah,” he’d choked. “Wanna fuck her.”
Faith had reached into her back pocket and pulled out a condom. At Oz’s visible surprise, Faith had just laughed. “Haven’t fucked too many boy scouts. Figure I gotta be prepared.”
Oz felt himself blush again as he remembered taking the condom from her. He’d fumbled when he’d heard cloth tearing and looked up to see that Faith had ripped the crotch out of Buffy’s panties and turned her to straddle Oz. Her ass was right in his face.
“Go on, B. Show him how amazing you are. Make him feel good, baby.”
Buffy had dropped to her knees, back against Oz’s chest, and lowered herself onto him. He’d felt her hair brush his face and nipples as her head fell back. She’d gasped as she’d stretched to take him in. “Faith,” she’d groaned. “Wanna taste you.”
“Yeah?” Faith had stepped forward and cradled Buffy’s head in her hands. Buffy had reached up and unfastened her pants before pulling them down to her knees. She’d nuzzled Faith with her nose and mouthed her clit through her panties.
The smell of their arousal had poured off them. When he’d reached up and tweaked Buffy’s nipples, she’d gasped and squeezed down on him.
Holy shit! Faith hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last under Buffy’s assault. And then he’d found out -- not long at all. He’d watched Buffy pull down Faith’s panties and attack her clit without warning while shoving three fingers up her. Faith wasn’t the only one who came on the spot. No worries, though, because Buffy had come too. When she had, it set off Oz. But it hadn’t been enough for any of them.
Buffy had lifted herself off Oz, then grabbed his hand and brought it to her center. “Don’t stop,” she had gasped between licks at Faith’s clit. As best he could tell, she had been using both hands -- one on Faith, one on herself and she’d wanted his help. When Faith’s head fell back and she’d started panting as another climax built up inside her, Buffy moved faster and harder against Oz’s fingers inside her. He’d reached up and pinched a nipple again and had felt her explode against his hand, wetness running down his arm and onto his lap. Faith had joined Buffy, and Oz had smiled as he felt his dick twitch again. He’d learned one thing about Slayers tonight -- they had the stamina to keep up with a teenage guy.
Oz came three more times -- in Faith, on Faith, and in Buffy’s mouth. The two Slayers were like Energizer bunnies, they just kept coming and coming and coming.
When they’d finally emerged from the back of the club it had been closing time. Buffy and Faith had each given him a soft, chaste kiss, bid him good night, and left for home. Oz had gotten into his van and headed to his own house.
Now he sat in his driveway and thought about the night’s unexpected events. He was more relaxed than he’d been in a long time. He didn’t know what would happen with Willow, but for a few hours he hadn’t cared.
The End
Title: A Night to Forget
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Oz/Faith/Buffy
Written for: katemonkey who wanted post-“Lover’s Walk” consolation and sarcasm and no heavy drama/angst. I don’t know that I managed much sarcasm here, but there’s definitely consolation. And porn. *g*
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Thanks to silvertedy once again for turning my rambling thoughts into readable prose.
As far as consolation prizes went, it wasn’t bad. Oz could think of worse things than being tag teamed by a pair of Slayers out to please. Oz licked his lips and grinned. He could still taste them.
Willow’s kiss with Xander had hurt him; Faith and Buffy’s affectionate attentions didn’t change that. But for a few hours it had made him forget.
He’d been surprised at their dancing in the Bronze. They had seemed ... wild ... raw. When they’d cornered him backstage after the set, he had wondered at the scent rolling off of them -- it wasn’t just arousal, but them. What he usually picked up from them--times ten.
He’d asked why they were there. They’d shared a smile for a moment, and then Faith had dropped to her knees, mouth at his crotch, hands at his zipper.
“Want. Take. Have.” Buffy’s words had challenged coyly.
Oz had swallowed and quirked an eyebrow. “Want?” He looked down at Faith. She was pulling him out.
“Want.” She had nodded before swiping her tongue across his tip.
Then Buffy stepped in close behind Faith. Reaching out, she had run her hands down Oz’s chest before dropping them to Faith’s head. Then her hands, wrapped in Faith’s hair, had guided her mouth up and down on his cock. Dazed, Oz had watched as Buffy leaned in and kissed him.
“You taste like cinnamon,” she had frowned. “Wanna taste you.”
Oz had smiled and swallowed the wad of Big Red in his mouth.
“Want you to taste me, too. And Faith.” Buffy leaned in for another kiss and slid her fingers under his shirttail. She lightly scraped her nails across his lower back then around to his stomach and up to his nipples.
All the while Faith was bobbing away, blowing his mind, among other things. She pulled back and smiled at him. “Let go, Oz. This is all for you. Enjoy it.”
And he had. He had just leaned back into the wall and let everything fall away. Faith had taken him back into her mouth and swallowed. And then she had swallowed. He’d started to slide down the wall -- his energy spent even though he’d done nothing but stand there. Faith had helped ease him down to the floor then stood and kissed Buffy.
Oz remembered staring and trying to figure out when exactly the two of them had hooked up. Judging by the way their bodies pressed together and the passion of their kiss, he didn’t think it was new. Of course, they’d never been with him before either and that hadn’t seemed to get in the way. But somehow their intimacy had been different; there was definitely something there.
As he’d refocused on the sight before him, he’d realized his face was right at crotch level and that Faith’s hand was inside Buffy’s panties. He’d missed Buffy’s skirt being yanked up around her waist while watching them kiss. But as he watched Buffy grind herself against Faith’s hand, Oz had felt himself get hard again.
Faith must have looked down at some point and seen Oz’s dick in his hand because she’d laughed. “Know what the best thing about teenage guys is, B?”
Buffy had just shaken her head as she pushed against Faith’s hand.
“They’re teenage guys,” she’d smiled. “They get it up again and again and again.” She’d turned to Oz. “You wanna fuck her? She’s so wet, Oz. So wet and tight.”
Oz had swallowed but said nothing.
“A Slayer’s got muscles you never dreamed of.”
If he hadn’t already been on the floor, Oz would have collapsed at that image. “Y-yeah,” he’d choked. “Wanna fuck her.”
Faith had reached into her back pocket and pulled out a condom. At Oz’s visible surprise, Faith had just laughed. “Haven’t fucked too many boy scouts. Figure I gotta be prepared.”
Oz felt himself blush again as he remembered taking the condom from her. He’d fumbled when he’d heard cloth tearing and looked up to see that Faith had ripped the crotch out of Buffy’s panties and turned her to straddle Oz. Her ass was right in his face.
“Go on, B. Show him how amazing you are. Make him feel good, baby.”
Buffy had dropped to her knees, back against Oz’s chest, and lowered herself onto him. He’d felt her hair brush his face and nipples as her head fell back. She’d gasped as she’d stretched to take him in. “Faith,” she’d groaned. “Wanna taste you.”
“Yeah?” Faith had stepped forward and cradled Buffy’s head in her hands. Buffy had reached up and unfastened her pants before pulling them down to her knees. She’d nuzzled Faith with her nose and mouthed her clit through her panties.
The smell of their arousal had poured off them. When he’d reached up and tweaked Buffy’s nipples, she’d gasped and squeezed down on him.
Holy shit! Faith hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last under Buffy’s assault. And then he’d found out -- not long at all. He’d watched Buffy pull down Faith’s panties and attack her clit without warning while shoving three fingers up her. Faith wasn’t the only one who came on the spot. No worries, though, because Buffy had come too. When she had, it set off Oz. But it hadn’t been enough for any of them.
Buffy had lifted herself off Oz, then grabbed his hand and brought it to her center. “Don’t stop,” she had gasped between licks at Faith’s clit. As best he could tell, she had been using both hands -- one on Faith, one on herself and she’d wanted his help. When Faith’s head fell back and she’d started panting as another climax built up inside her, Buffy moved faster and harder against Oz’s fingers inside her. He’d reached up and pinched a nipple again and had felt her explode against his hand, wetness running down his arm and onto his lap. Faith had joined Buffy, and Oz had smiled as he felt his dick twitch again. He’d learned one thing about Slayers tonight -- they had the stamina to keep up with a teenage guy.
Oz came three more times -- in Faith, on Faith, and in Buffy’s mouth. The two Slayers were like Energizer bunnies, they just kept coming and coming and coming.
When they’d finally emerged from the back of the club it had been closing time. Buffy and Faith had each given him a soft, chaste kiss, bid him good night, and left for home. Oz had gotten into his van and headed to his own house.
Now he sat in his driveway and thought about the night’s unexpected events. He was more relaxed than he’d been in a long time. He didn’t know what would happen with Willow, but for a few hours he hadn’t cared.
The End