Couldn't Stop Myself

“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”

Doll

Paring: Dark Steve Rogers x chubby reader/reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: dark, smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex ( please don't ever do this guys), breeding kink, nipple play (this is all?)

Synopsis: The guy you fell in love with changed into someone else that nobody expected him to be.

Note: I am back with my shitty writing. Hope you all like this!!(💀). This is my first fic with Steve so please no hate! ( SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE AND SPELLING MISTAKE)

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head was pounding but you knew there is no way out. Your hands and legs were tied with rope, you tried getting out of them but moving made your hands and legs hurt because of how much tight they were. "Fucking let me go" you screamed but there was no one who was listening to you. You don't know where it went all wrong because the man you started to like changed into someone else.

FLASHBACK

"Sir you called?" There were not many times your boss called you in his office but whenever he did it was always an important talk. "Ms y/n I need you to guide somebody who will be here in few minutes, if you do this job then you will get a salary raise" he said while leaning back on his chair "but sir why me?" You asked "because you are one of my favourite employer" you knew that was lie but anyways you said yes because who doesn't want more money.

"Sorry I am a little bit late because of the traffic" he came in office hurriedly, he was tall, handsome, beefy and looked so strong. "Fuck he is hot" you said in your mind. You didn't know you were staring till your boss called you "Ms y/n!" You flinched "yes sir" you replied "I called you many times" he say with a little bit of angry tone "sorry sir I must have missed that" that guy was staring at you and it was making you nervous "so meet Mr Steve Rogers and Steve this is y/n y/n/l" Steve Turned and forwards his right hand for a handshake which you took  nervously.

"Hello Ms y/n/l" Steve said shaking your hand "hello Mr  Rogers" you greet him back and take your hand back "so y/n I want you to guide him and he will be under you from now on" "sure sir" you replied.

"Hey so y/n can you show me your office" he asked shyly "sure we are going there" you said with no emotion because this whole deal was giving you bad vibes. Slowly slowly time went and Steve made you feel comfortable with him, he was flirty but sweet always helping you and making you blush everytime. You didn't know you were falling for him till one month got over and Steve had to go to his own office and had to do his own work.

You tried to forget him but it was hard because you were in love with him and it was hard to get over him when he always stoped at your office and gave you coffee and talked sweet to you. One day you didn't talked to him and next he was at your doorstep "why are you fucking avoiding me y/n?" He asked furiously "fuck because I like you and I can't see you talking with another women like you talk with me!" You scream while hot tears were falling out of your eyes.

END OF THE FLASHBACK

This all you remember last because when you opened your eyes you were tied down in this room. All you knew that the person who brought you here is Steve.

"Let me go!" You scream while crying "no no yet doll" Steve say while barging in through the door "I knew you were behind all this, say what do you want from me, why am I here!" You scream at him "firstly don't fucking scream and secondly you are mine that's why I brought you here so that nobody else can get you because you are M.I.N.E" he screams back at your face while holding your jaw tightly "let go of me, you are hurting me" your tears is what made him let go of your jaw "don't cry doll" he said patting your head softly.

"I will free you but you have to promise me that you will not do anything, promise me" he takes out his cutter to cut the ropes. You were so scared that no voice was coming out of your mouth "PROMISE ME!" He screams "yes yes promise I won't do anything!" You were crying hard while trying to not to sob because you don't want him to get angry "good girl" he said while cutting the ropes.

"Come with me doll, I will help you see our room" he takes your hand in his which made you flinch "our room?" You asked slowly "yes our room, you are mine and I don't want to be away from my doll" he was smiling while saying this which made you want to throw up. "This is our room princess" he says showing you around, the house was pretty big and well furnished and everything in this house looked expensive.

"Would you mind if I go and take a shower?" You asked him slowly "of course princess I will  come back in 15 and yes your clothes are in that cupboard" he said pointing at the cupboard. You go in the bathroom and wait a little bit so he thinks you are removing your clothes and then you start the shower and try to find a way out, you found an small window in the bathroom that was enough for you and you try to break it but when you were trying to open it suddenly there was a hand  around your neck from behind "doll what are you doing? I thought you promised me that you won't do anything" Steve said turning you around and backing you till your back was touching the wall.

You were crying hard now while trying to break free from his hand around your neck "y-you are h-hurting m-me!" You cried out but that only made Steve push you more into the wall "fucking answer! Why did you try to run away from me!" He said furiously while losing his hand around neck, you were panting and crying "I am s-sorry" you said. He hugged you suddenly and starts to pat your head "it's ok princess never do this again, i brought you here because I love you so much" you hugged him back while crying.

You knew you were never going to get out of this house because everytime you tried doing something Steve was always there to hurt you, so you stopped. "Babygirl come here I want to show you something" you were sitting in your room reading a book because you are not allowed to touch any electronic gadgets and if you do he has cctv cameras everywhere "coming" you replied half heartedly. "See I got you an cute choker" he shows you the choker and my doll was written on it "come here I want you to wear this everytime" he said pulling you towards him "sure" you can't say no, you know better than that. This what steve have taught you that you can never say no to him or you do then it will be a big problem for you.

The clothes you have or weared were not normal it was always like where your thighs were on full display or your butt was on display or sometimes your pussy on display. You didn't know where he got all this from and whenever you ask him about this he would always say "doll you are my whore and whores don't wear normal clothes". You slowly were transforming into his little slut.

You knew that you have to live in this house till your death and you can't even do anything about it.

"Doll one of my friend is coming at our house and I want you to sit in this room till I call you. Do you understand?" He asked "ok" all you said before sleeping on your bed. You woke up by hearing two men talking and you knew one was steve and another one was his friend but you didn't care about them. "Where is my book" you said with irration, you have been searching your favourite book but it's nowhere to be found and suddenly you remember that you forget it on the kitchen table.

You were thinking about the way you can get there because living room is in the centre between kitchen and your room. You open your door and try to sneak in the kitchen and you succeed but coming back you accidentally pushed the table and it made a loud noise making steve and his friend look at you.

"You didn't tell me you have a girl at your house" his friend asked him, he was angry you can see and can hear it in his voice too "go inside y/n" he said in his rough voice which made you shiver with fear. You go in your room and sit on your bed trying to think the consequences because his before punishments were not good.

"I told you to fucking sit in this room didn't I?!" He came in the room by opening the door with a thud "yes master" he likes when you call him master so you are gonna use it "then why did you misbehave" he asked coming closer "I-I wanted my book and it was out in the kitchen" you said nervously to him "I don't care about that damn book, when I tell you to do something then you have to do it" he said as he bends down to your eye level. You are sacred because of the way his eyes looks at you.

"Now I need to give you punishment so that you can remember this" he stands you up by grabbing your left arm, the grip was so tight that it may leave his hand imprints. He goes and sits on the bed while staring at you "undress yourself" you stood there trying to give him puppy eyes because it always works "NOW!" You flinched on his voice "y-yes master" once you were fully naked he pats his lap and you go and sit in his lap "my beautiful baby, I don't want to give you punishment but you deserve it" he said caressing your butt.

He was roaming his hands and caressing your whole body the way your old steve would do, for once you felt happy because the soft touches was making you think that maybe your steve is back "fucking hot" he said making you come back in the reality. No way he is your steve your steve won't give you any kind of punishment.

"Lay down" you can see the way his eyes are more dark now and that sacred you so you do has he says "good girl" you don't know why but his praise gave you a little confidence. He hovered above you, kissing you hard while gripping your thighs tightly. He broke the kiss "I am gonna ruin you" he kisses you back hardly and bites your lip a little making you groan because of the pain.

"Open you legs doll" you open them for him "fucking dripping for me" he said kissing your pussy lips which made you shiver, his tongue circling your slit while his hands massaging your breasts, his dark eyes staring at yours. His tongue was making you go insane but you wanted more, he was ignoring your clit while giving his full attention to your slit. You thought that he will come there eventually but he didn't and it was making you frustrated. You are close so close but you want more and he was not giving it to you, your hips were shivering because you are so close but you can't cum. You were crying by now "please please master let me cum please" you cried out, begging him to make you cum "you can't cum doll this is your punishment" you were shaking  because being so close but not able to cum and it made you sensitive.

"Please please stop I can't" you said pushing him off your pussy but instead of getting over he inserts his two digits into you making you arch your back and moan hard "yes just like that doll, moan out aloud" he said increasing his speed still ignoring your clit "fuck- Please please more" you begged him "no doll" he said slowing his pace feeling your near "NO no!" You were sobbing by now, you thought acting natural will make you cum but no "you wanna cum doll? Then fucking apologise" he said increasing his pace "I-i am so sorry I won't misbehave again I am so sorry master" you say while sobbing.

"Good girl" you smiled on his praise because you were going to cum while your tears where pouring from your eyes. He takes his other hand digits and starts to circle your clit "fuck yes thank you master thank you" you were a moaning mess because you got everything you wanted "please don't stop I gonna cum" you were sensitive but you wanted to cum so bad "cum my pretty doll, mine fucking doll" you clenched hard on his fingers "fuck it's sucking me in". You cummed hard while screaming making you arch your back and seeing white behind your eyes  "yes yes thank you master" you cried out, you were shivering because of the after shocks but you don't know why but you loved it.

"Suck" he gave his fingers to you to suck and you did because you were starting to like being his slut, no you loved it.  he took his fingers out of you sucking his own fingers while staring at your eyes which made you close your thighs together.

He starts to undress himself and once he was done you look at his big cock, tip red and standing proudly. You moan out seeing his cock "I know you like it doll" he said rubbing his dick up and down. "On your stomach doll" your ass was on full display for him which made him spank you "count" he said spanking you hard which made you buldge forward "one" and it didn't stop till you were on "ten" you were crying in the pillow because of the pain you felt but at the same time making you drip "my good doll" he said caressing your ass.

Without any information he inserts his cock into you making you both moan hard "so fucking tight" he groans not giving anytime he starts to pound into you making you cry in pleasure "my little perfect princess" he said spanking your ass which was already red "fuck-" you moaned. He takes your collar from back making you sit up back touching his chest "take my cock like a slut, like my slut" he whispers in your ear while pounding you from behind.

After few more thrust he changes the position into you on the top and him under you "fucking ride me doll" you were tired but you did as he said jumping on his dick making it hit places which made you see stars "yes yes just like that baby just like that" he said throwing his head back "m-master" you moaned out throwing your head back too which steve took the chance and starts to suck on your neck leaving hickeys here and there while you ride him. Slapping and sucking your boobs as they bounce "so huge" he said before sucking on your right nipple while playing with the other.

He starts to circle your clit while roaming his other hand on your back which made you cry and shiver "please please" you didn't know what were you begging for "yes doll fuck-"  he grabbed your hair from back pulling you towards his mouth and kisses you hard till you were out of breath  "gonna cum huh? I can feel it" you attached your forehead with him because you were tried and he felt it too so he took control again changing position into him on the top of you "fucking cum doll, squirt everywhere come on" he groaned feeling close as well.

"Yes yes please cum in me please"you pulled him close to you, he was thrusting in inhuman pace while circling your clit "yeah gonna cum deep in you, having this belly full of my babies yes would love that so much" he groaned thinking your full belly "yes yes oh my God" you cummed hard again squirting everywhere making you feel euphoric.

After few more thrust Steve groaned while cuming hard deep in you making your pussy twitch. Steve lays next to you while you both try to catch  your breathe. After few minutes he sat up and removes his cock from you making his and your cum drip down from your pussy "fuck" he said out aloud while inserting his cum back in your pussy "keep it in doll, this gonna be full soon" he said caressing your stomach.

You loved being his doll, his slutty doll and he loved you the same which made you surrender to him. You were brainwashed by him into his doll and you loved it.

😍

doodles <3

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pairings: professor!frank adler x sleazy!bus driver!ari levinson x naive!reader x pervy!lloyd hansen

warnings: dark content, non/dubcon, don’t read if that bothers u pls, general pervert stuff lol, masturbation, dirty thoughts, university stuff, depraved thinking, n i think thats it?

note: not a full fic!! just a lil concept of what me n sab always talks about hehe <3 s’like our lil baby n i wna share it to u all <3

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SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK. + EDDIE MUNSON

m.list / nav. / kofi. / discord. summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations. author’s note. just started watching S4 and haven’t even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya’ll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[❥]wordcount. 3.3k

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp

[❥]warnings.no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works

You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.

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nothing going on in my head at the moment but boxer!bucky😮‍💨

he’d sneak you into the change room before a fight to fuck you into the bench before absolutely annihilating his opponent just like he did to you🤤

xoxo,

stas

Boxer!Bucky is 🔥, so I don't blame you for that going through your mind. 😉

Even better because Bucky doesn't usually fuck you before a fight. You weren't sure if it was a myth that boxers didn't fuck before fights, but your man took it seriously. Something about decreasing aggression and energy. You respected that.

So imagine your surprise when he sneaks you in and bends you over the bench. It's quick, dirty and you're a stunned mess when he finishes. Sliding your panties back into place, he smiles and explains sex can also release tension, possibly release more testosterone and give him a psychological boost.

He also may have heard his opponent say he planned to fuck you at some point and wanted him to see who you belong to. 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

————

You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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DEVORCE RIGHT NOW, HE WIPED OFF RIHANNAS NUMBER?!?!? I WILL START A GO FUND ME AND DIVORCE HIS ASS

Kai swears that he had nothing to do it when he found you crying in front of the mirror the next morning.

You obviously, hurl a pillow at him because you know he did something but you have no proof.

Kai: I promise I didn't do anything with it. I don't get why you're so upset-

Y/n: UPSET?! KAI! RIHANNA GAVE ME HER NUMBER! I'LL NEVER BE COOL ENOUGH TO GET IT AGAIN!

Kai: aren't you like way more famous than her? Considering, you're married to me- the President.

Y/n, frustrated: KAI STFU! THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR STUPID EGO! ITS ABOUT ME BEING BUDDIES WITH RIHANNA AND HER BECOMING THE GODMOTHER OF OUR CHILDREN-

Kai: our children? So you want to sleep with me?

Y/n, more shrieking:

The staff and maids are just acting about their day as they hear you shriek and hurl insults at Kai.

Andre Braugher as Captain Raymond Holt in Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Season 7)