Fic: Library Porn (Giles/Joyce, NC-17)
Wednesday, 11 January 2006 12:02![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xanphibianFandom: BtVS
Pairing: Giles/Joyce
Rating: Adult
Warnings: het, role-playing, discipline
Disclaimer: Not mine.
I started this a LONG time ago for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
janedavitt, and never finished it. I just finished. (Sorry it took me so long, Jane!) kyrieane was kind enough to give it a quick read-through and beta for me.
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Joyce tugs nervously at one recalcitrant white kneesock before she pushes open the library doors. "Mr. Giles?" she calls out to the empty room.
Giles steps out of his office, an open book in his hands. "Yes, Miss Summers?"
Joyce bites her lip and looks down at her shoes. The Mary-Janes are scuffed at the toes. "I b-brought my report card, Mr. Giles," she says softly, holding out the piece of paper.
"Ah, I see," he says. "Come into my office and we'll discuss it."
Joyce swallows and walks inside, then jumps a little bit when he closes the door behind her.
"Let's have a look," he says, holding his hand out for the piece of paper.
Joyce hands it over silently and rubs her sweaty palms on her short plaid skirt. She nervously watches Giles's face while he reads.
"This is good, Miss Summers," he says, looking over the 'report card' Joyce wrote out. "I see the tutoring has benefited you greatly. A, A, A, ... wait, what's this?"
Joyce blushes hotly at his stern look. "I-I got a C in Latin."
"I can see that, Miss Summers," he says, and disappointment is evident in his voice. "I had thought that our little sessions would have been enough to help you learn, but apparently I've been too easy on you. Now what would you suggest I do about this?"
"I ... um, more tutoring?" she asks. "Maybe I could come in after school a couple of more days a week?"
"You already come in four days a week, Miss Summers. I highly doubt that one more will do much good."
"Stay later, maybe? I ... I have a curfew, but ..."
"No, I think it's time I change the way we approach this, Miss Summers. Obviously the present methods are not working."
Joyce swallows hard. "M-Mr. Giles, what ... what do you think we should do?"
"I think it is time for a more hands-on approach."
"I don't understand, what ..."
"Put your hands flat on the desk."
"But Mr. Giles, I ..."
"Now, Miss Summers."
"Yes, sir."
Giles opens a book and moves it on the desk where she can easily see it. "Now, read this sentence aloud, in English," he says, his finger pointing to the text.
"The female of the ... species ... is sexually dominant," she translates.
"Very good," Giles says, coming behind her and easing her skirt up. "I think you deserve a reward. Oh, look at this! Such a naughty little girl. Where are your knickers?"
"I ... forgot them?" Joyce says in a very small voice. She looks over her shoulder and sees Giles giving her an amused look. "On purpose?"
Giles runs his hand over her ass and smiles. "Continue. What's the next line?"
Looking back to the book, Joyce tries not to lean back against Giles's warm, sure hand. "She chooses her mate by ... ritual? Ritual. After she chooses, she ... Mr. Giles, I don't know this word."
Giles tut-tuts and pushes her over onto the desk so she's leaning on her elbows, her ass in the air. "You should know better, Miss Summers," he says disapprovingly. "I'm going to have to punish you."
"P-punish me, Mr. Giles?" Joyce says, her voice girlish and stammering.
"You should know this. You should have been studying."
"What are you going to do to me, Mr. Giles?" she asks, then drops her head when he runs his hand over her bottom again.
And then she squeaks as he slaps her ass, hard, three times in quick succession.
“Try again,” Giles says, tracing the line in the book with his finger.
Joyce is panting, and she blinks several times to clear her eyes. “Oh, um, okay. She shows her chosen mate what she wants by ... presenting herself to him.” She swallows hard as Giles turns the page and shows her the illustration. There, a very beautiful demoness is bent over an elaborate piece of furniture, and a handsome (except for the curled horns) demon is approaching her, obviously ready for the mating.
“Perhaps your studies would benefit from a demonstration from the text.”
Joyce gasps and turns slightly to meet Giles’s gaze with wide eyes. “You mean ...” her voice drops down to a whisper, “do that?”
“I guarantee you’ll enjoy it,” Giles says. His eyes gleam.
“Oh, my. I’ve ... I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I’m happy to educate you, Joyce,” Giles says softly. His fingers run lightly over her pink, exposed bottom. “Think of it as extra credit.”
“I don’t know ...” Joyce says, but she wiggles her butt against his hand.
Giles lets his fingers trail down between her cheeks until he finds the wetness there between her legs. “You’re ready for me. Soaking. You’re such a naughty, naughty little girl.”
Joyce moans as his fingers explore her. “Oh, please, Mr. Giles!” she gasps.
“Please, what?”
“Please ... I don’t know, sir! I want ...”
Giles chuckles and she can hear his belt being unbuckled and his pants dropping away. He teases her with the head of his cock, and she moves back a little, wiggling and trying to push him inside.
“Such an eager girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t decide if you are very bad or very, very good.”
“I’m good, sir,” Joyce whispers. “But I can be bad, if you want.”
The laugh that comes from Giles is cut off by a groan when he pushes inside, and Joyce gasps again, clenching around him.
He thrusts, and she pushes back, driving him deeper and deeper. His hands wander up and under her white uniform shirt to pinch her nipples, sending waves of sensation down to where they are joined. She strains against him, her hands seeking purchase on the desk. Papers and books go flying onto the floor, and then Giles pulls out, turns her around. She’s flat on her back on the cool wood, her shirt hiked up over her breasts, the little plaid skirt flying this way and that. He plunges inside again, fucking her hard, ruthlessly. Her legs wrap around his waist tightly, her ass lifting off the desk. She’s moaning and gasping his name, and her fingernails dig into his jacket.
She comes, twice, before he does.
They’re both grinning like loons when they reassemble themselves.
“I need to get home before Buffy gets in,” Joyce says. “It’s best to spot-treat demon slime while it’s still wet.”
Giles wraps his arms around her, giving her a gentle kiss that warms them both. “Are you free tomorrow night?” he murmurs.
Joyce smiles against his lips. “Can I be the teacher this time?”
“I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner, but if you want to, I’m sure we can arrange something for after.”
END
Pairing: Giles/Joyce
Rating: Adult
Warnings: het, role-playing, discipline
Disclaimer: Not mine.
I started this a LONG time ago for
janedavitt, and never finished it. I just finished. (Sorry it took me so long, Jane!) kyrieane was kind enough to give it a quick read-through and beta for me.***
Joyce tugs nervously at one recalcitrant white kneesock before she pushes open the library doors. "Mr. Giles?" she calls out to the empty room.
Giles steps out of his office, an open book in his hands. "Yes, Miss Summers?"
Joyce bites her lip and looks down at her shoes. The Mary-Janes are scuffed at the toes. "I b-brought my report card, Mr. Giles," she says softly, holding out the piece of paper.
"Ah, I see," he says. "Come into my office and we'll discuss it."
Joyce swallows and walks inside, then jumps a little bit when he closes the door behind her.
"Let's have a look," he says, holding his hand out for the piece of paper.
Joyce hands it over silently and rubs her sweaty palms on her short plaid skirt. She nervously watches Giles's face while he reads.
"This is good, Miss Summers," he says, looking over the 'report card' Joyce wrote out. "I see the tutoring has benefited you greatly. A, A, A, ... wait, what's this?"
Joyce blushes hotly at his stern look. "I-I got a C in Latin."
"I can see that, Miss Summers," he says, and disappointment is evident in his voice. "I had thought that our little sessions would have been enough to help you learn, but apparently I've been too easy on you. Now what would you suggest I do about this?"
"I ... um, more tutoring?" she asks. "Maybe I could come in after school a couple of more days a week?"
"You already come in four days a week, Miss Summers. I highly doubt that one more will do much good."
"Stay later, maybe? I ... I have a curfew, but ..."
"No, I think it's time I change the way we approach this, Miss Summers. Obviously the present methods are not working."
Joyce swallows hard. "M-Mr. Giles, what ... what do you think we should do?"
"I think it is time for a more hands-on approach."
"I don't understand, what ..."
"Put your hands flat on the desk."
"But Mr. Giles, I ..."
"Now, Miss Summers."
"Yes, sir."
Giles opens a book and moves it on the desk where she can easily see it. "Now, read this sentence aloud, in English," he says, his finger pointing to the text.
"The female of the ... species ... is sexually dominant," she translates.
"Very good," Giles says, coming behind her and easing her skirt up. "I think you deserve a reward. Oh, look at this! Such a naughty little girl. Where are your knickers?"
"I ... forgot them?" Joyce says in a very small voice. She looks over her shoulder and sees Giles giving her an amused look. "On purpose?"
Giles runs his hand over her ass and smiles. "Continue. What's the next line?"
Looking back to the book, Joyce tries not to lean back against Giles's warm, sure hand. "She chooses her mate by ... ritual? Ritual. After she chooses, she ... Mr. Giles, I don't know this word."
Giles tut-tuts and pushes her over onto the desk so she's leaning on her elbows, her ass in the air. "You should know better, Miss Summers," he says disapprovingly. "I'm going to have to punish you."
"P-punish me, Mr. Giles?" Joyce says, her voice girlish and stammering.
"You should know this. You should have been studying."
"What are you going to do to me, Mr. Giles?" she asks, then drops her head when he runs his hand over her bottom again.
And then she squeaks as he slaps her ass, hard, three times in quick succession.
“Try again,” Giles says, tracing the line in the book with his finger.
Joyce is panting, and she blinks several times to clear her eyes. “Oh, um, okay. She shows her chosen mate what she wants by ... presenting herself to him.” She swallows hard as Giles turns the page and shows her the illustration. There, a very beautiful demoness is bent over an elaborate piece of furniture, and a handsome (except for the curled horns) demon is approaching her, obviously ready for the mating.
“Perhaps your studies would benefit from a demonstration from the text.”
Joyce gasps and turns slightly to meet Giles’s gaze with wide eyes. “You mean ...” her voice drops down to a whisper, “do that?”
“I guarantee you’ll enjoy it,” Giles says. His eyes gleam.
“Oh, my. I’ve ... I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I’m happy to educate you, Joyce,” Giles says softly. His fingers run lightly over her pink, exposed bottom. “Think of it as extra credit.”
“I don’t know ...” Joyce says, but she wiggles her butt against his hand.
Giles lets his fingers trail down between her cheeks until he finds the wetness there between her legs. “You’re ready for me. Soaking. You’re such a naughty, naughty little girl.”
Joyce moans as his fingers explore her. “Oh, please, Mr. Giles!” she gasps.
“Please, what?”
“Please ... I don’t know, sir! I want ...”
Giles chuckles and she can hear his belt being unbuckled and his pants dropping away. He teases her with the head of his cock, and she moves back a little, wiggling and trying to push him inside.
“Such an eager girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t decide if you are very bad or very, very good.”
“I’m good, sir,” Joyce whispers. “But I can be bad, if you want.”
The laugh that comes from Giles is cut off by a groan when he pushes inside, and Joyce gasps again, clenching around him.
He thrusts, and she pushes back, driving him deeper and deeper. His hands wander up and under her white uniform shirt to pinch her nipples, sending waves of sensation down to where they are joined. She strains against him, her hands seeking purchase on the desk. Papers and books go flying onto the floor, and then Giles pulls out, turns her around. She’s flat on her back on the cool wood, her shirt hiked up over her breasts, the little plaid skirt flying this way and that. He plunges inside again, fucking her hard, ruthlessly. Her legs wrap around his waist tightly, her ass lifting off the desk. She’s moaning and gasping his name, and her fingernails dig into his jacket.
She comes, twice, before he does.
They’re both grinning like loons when they reassemble themselves.
“I need to get home before Buffy gets in,” Joyce says. “It’s best to spot-treat demon slime while it’s still wet.”
Giles wraps his arms around her, giving her a gentle kiss that warms them both. “Are you free tomorrow night?” he murmurs.
Joyce smiles against his lips. “Can I be the teacher this time?”
“I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner, but if you want to, I’m sure we can arrange something for after.”
END
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2006-01-11 18:57 (UTC)Library smut ::fans self:: Finest kind, really is and I love the idea of them playing like this. Giles really is just so good at it.
Giles's warm, sure hand.
Guh ::melts::
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2006-01-11 19:06 (UTC)*hugs you tight*
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2006-01-11 19:00 (UTC)*sporfle* Funny and cute! Thanks for the smile.
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2006-01-11 19:30 (UTC)This may have been for Jane, but it was a present to your whole friends list, IMO. *g*
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2006-01-11 20:59 (UTC)Thank you. :)
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2006-01-11 22:50 (UTC)Library kink, rawrr
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2006-01-12 04:22 (UTC)*liiick*
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2006-02-06 20:26 (UTC)Wicked! In the BEST way! Yum!
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2006-06-30 20:02 (UTC)gileswench@yahoo.com
I have something to ask you. TIA!