Naughty girl Buffy has a babysitting job, not that she actually does any work… Kinda angsty, B/A, NC-17.
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A/N: There was a challenge sent by Dani to one of the lists I’m on. She basically asked for an underaged Buffy with an older Angelus, who just found out he was a father. Spike was mentioned, but I wrote this to be short so he wasn’t included. Smut was a must. Anyway, I think it was Zo who got there first, and she wrote ‘Young Lust’ I believe, which is excellent. I wrote this before reading any of hers, and I wasn’t going to post it, but I hate finishing something and not putting it up, lol. I hope you enjoy it, then go find Zo’s fic if you haven’t already read it!
Buffy popped her gum, chewing briefly then popping again as she waited for Angel to answer his door one Saturday morning. She heard him moving around in there, what was he doing?
It seemed like she’d been coming here for years, as though it was longer than two months ago that he’d hired her to babysit Marcy, his 7-year-old daughter. He’d told her that an old girlfriend had dropped the girl off, informing him that she was his to take care of. The poor guy had no idea what to do with a child, hence the need for a babysitter.
Finally he came to the door, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. He looked younger than his 29 years, and she supposed that was the point. “Hi,” Angel greeted her, allowing her to enter.
“Is she here?”
“No.” She dropped her backpack and kissed him, arms going around his neck. “Let’s take this upstairs,” he suggested, picking her up with a smile. Buffy laughed and held onto him tightly as he lifted her.
They managed to climb the stairs without incident, and he pressed her against his door for a hard kiss before opening it.
His bedroom was the same as always: soft, rumpled sheets, heavenly pillows. Curtains closed with candles lit. He’d obviously been planning this. Angel handed her a champagne flute, and she gazed at him curiously before taking a sip. It was sparkling grape juice; no alcohol, of course. He was just adding to the mood, she’d already been seduced. She drank the rest quickly under his scrutiny and allowed him to take the glass back from her.
As he undressed her slowly, both admiring her little sundress and savouring their time together, she remembered the first time they kissed.
She and Marcy had been swimming in the pool in his backyard one afternoon when the girl had run inside for something. Angel had come out from the house almost immediately and tried to converse with her before giving up the pretence and pushing her back on the sun chair, kissing her long and hard. After her initial shock, Buffy had participated enthusiastically.
They’d separated only when Marcy returned with an armful of rubber ducks to play with in the pool.
She’d never felt that way about someone before. Angel inspired lust and longing within her that no one else could match, even her boyfriend who’d been hastily dumped the next day.
They were both naked now, and he urged her to lie back on the bed. Buffy watched as he kissed her toes, obviously approving of how her red nail polish matched the underwear she’d had on. He caressed her legs, bending her knees and spreading her smooth thighs. She groaned as he licked her clit, sucking lightly. “Angel!” she gasped, her back arching as he brought her pleasure.
He continued slowly, leaving languid kisses on her belly before returning lower. This time he inserted two fingers into her as well and she squirmed and gasped for air before he stopped suddenly, leaving her whimpering.
Their first time had been much faster than this. He was driving her home one night only days after their first kiss, having dropped Marcy at a friend’s house. He’d pulled the car over, cut the ignition, and leaned over to attack her lips. At first she tried to pull away, but quickly she’d given in to him. Caught up in the moment, she’d allowed him to take her in his backseat.
At 17 years old, she’d been a virgin. Saving herself for the right man. Well, she wasn’t sure if she’d found him, but Angel ignited such a passion within her that she didn’t give the matter a second thought. Now when she came over to ‘babysit,’ Marcy was often out and she’d spend hours at a time in his bed.
Angel moved up her body once more, licking her nipples before meeting her lips. The kiss was sweet; slow and passionate. He gripped her hips, tilting them so he could enter her.
“God, Buffy,” he groaned, her tight walls squeezing him. He thrust into her slowly and she couldn’t silence her needy moans. She gripped the sheets tightly, eyes closed as she concentrated on feeling.
Angel knew she was close. “Look at me,” he demanded, teasing her clit until she came. She held his gaze until her head fell back into the pillows and she screeched in completion. He kept moving, drawing out her orgasm, until he reached his own. “Buffy,” he whispered, lowering his head to her neck to suck harshly on her skin.
She felt him pull away from her, observing the mark he’d left. She’d asked him not to leave hickeys on her neck before, scared that her mother or friends would notice, but he never listened. Secretly she was pleased, not minding having to cover it with clothes or makeup. She liked that she could have such an effect on him.
He lay on the bed beside her, holding her close in the afterglow. These were the moments she felt wanted, almost loved. In a few moments she’d have to go; her mother was expecting her home for lunch. She couldn’t wait until she was 18 and wouldn’t have to hide her relationship. But for now she was content to snuggle against him and pretend she never had to leave.
End.
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