( buffy has to stop herself from running home immediately โ daddys are important, but so are the olympics, and those are the two great loves of her life. there has to be a balance.
she still thinks about him the whole time she's practicing, imagining his thumbs digging into her bruises, prolonging an ache. when it hurts, she pushes herself harder, because she knows whatever giles intends for her will feel that much better in comparison to the pain, and at heart she's a masochist, who likes it unapologetically. when she manages to get herself back to their rooms, she thinks about him through her shower too, scrubbing off the sweat of all her effort, the perpetual slick between her legs. exercise has her muscles all sore and achey, and anticipation has them drawn up tense. she thinks for a flatlining second about eating an edible just to calm down, before deciding that'll get her into the wrong kind of trouble with her dad. getting off? much better, and not at all difficult when she's this wet thinking about giles thinking about her, sweaty forehead against the glass of the shower, grinding her clit against her fingers until she orgasms with a few pitiful rolls of her hips.
if she was anyone else, one orgasm might be enough to satiate her. unfortunately, she's greedy, starving buffy โย it barely takes the edge off. good timing for giles to come in, when she's standing naked in front of the mirror, rubbing on lotion her mother used to wear, smearing pink lip gloss from a squeeze tube onto her mouth. just getting clean, she offers, pressing her dirty fingertips into his mouth. in another second she's bent over the counter, slapping her hand against the mirror to wipe away the steam, watching giles watch her, grinning a little. it's so nice when you get the things you want.
the smile is gone pretty quickly. it's not difficult to tease buffy โ a touch in and she's already whining for it, pouting, tilting her hips to entice him. giles doesn't rush anything, because he's evil โย acclimating her to the touch she instinctively flinches and hides away from, until she's pressing back into him, babbling, begging for more. if it hurts, it's only for a second, and only because it's strange โย giles soothes it out like a massage, opening up her body for him, cooing praise against her. she could come again โย like this, barely any effort, a knuckle brush against her clit. it never comes, so she just whines more and more desperately, slick enough to wet her inner thighs, dripping like a perfectly ripe fruit. )
Ah โย uh-huh. ( she loses whatever fight she was putting forward in holding herself up once the plug pushes into her, halving down to lay her chest on the counter, cheek on the steam warmed marble. she's up on her tiptoes, arching her back as best she can, presenting, enticing, doing whatever she can. ) Feels good, Daddy. ( occasionally she musters up some amount of shame, but she can't right now, while her brain is showering in horny bathwater. instinctively, she tucks both her hands behind her back, wrists crossed, pining herself down whether or not giles gets the picture. she bends up one leg to try and nudge him, but it ends up more flailing, a chemical reaction, like getting kissed for the first time. ) Wanna come. Are you gonna โย will you f-fuck me with it in? Please. Aren't I being so, so good?
( seemingly, she answers her own question by swaying her ass, nudging into his cock. no, definitely not. )
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she still thinks about him the whole time she's practicing, imagining his thumbs digging into her bruises, prolonging an ache. when it hurts, she pushes herself harder, because she knows whatever giles intends for her will feel that much better in comparison to the pain, and at heart she's a masochist, who likes it unapologetically. when she manages to get herself back to their rooms, she thinks about him through her shower too, scrubbing off the sweat of all her effort, the perpetual slick between her legs. exercise has her muscles all sore and achey, and anticipation has them drawn up tense. she thinks for a flatlining second about eating an edible just to calm down, before deciding that'll get her into the wrong kind of trouble with her dad. getting off? much better, and not at all difficult when she's this wet thinking about giles thinking about her, sweaty forehead against the glass of the shower, grinding her clit against her fingers until she orgasms with a few pitiful rolls of her hips.
if she was anyone else, one orgasm might be enough to satiate her. unfortunately, she's greedy, starving buffy โย it barely takes the edge off. good timing for giles to come in, when she's standing naked in front of the mirror, rubbing on lotion her mother used to wear, smearing pink lip gloss from a squeeze tube onto her mouth. just getting clean, she offers, pressing her dirty fingertips into his mouth. in another second she's bent over the counter, slapping her hand against the mirror to wipe away the steam, watching giles watch her, grinning a little. it's so nice when you get the things you want.
the smile is gone pretty quickly. it's not difficult to tease buffy โ a touch in and she's already whining for it, pouting, tilting her hips to entice him. giles doesn't rush anything, because he's evil โย acclimating her to the touch she instinctively flinches and hides away from, until she's pressing back into him, babbling, begging for more. if it hurts, it's only for a second, and only because it's strange โย giles soothes it out like a massage, opening up her body for him, cooing praise against her. she could come again โย like this, barely any effort, a knuckle brush against her clit. it never comes, so she just whines more and more desperately, slick enough to wet her inner thighs, dripping like a perfectly ripe fruit. )
Ah โย uh-huh. ( she loses whatever fight she was putting forward in holding herself up once the plug pushes into her, halving down to lay her chest on the counter, cheek on the steam warmed marble. she's up on her tiptoes, arching her back as best she can, presenting, enticing, doing whatever she can. ) Feels good, Daddy. ( occasionally she musters up some amount of shame, but she can't right now, while her brain is showering in horny bathwater. instinctively, she tucks both her hands behind her back, wrists crossed, pining herself down whether or not giles gets the picture. she bends up one leg to try and nudge him, but it ends up more flailing, a chemical reaction, like getting kissed for the first time. ) Wanna come. Are you gonna โย will you f-fuck me with it in? Please. Aren't I being so, so good?
( seemingly, she answers her own question by swaying her ass, nudging into his cock. no, definitely not. )