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jaegerrb0mb · 1 year

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Christian!Bakugo hcs

Note: this post is for my fellow christians, if u do not believe in christianity or any religion then u can scroll pass this post. I made this simply for my own enjoyment since I seen nobody writes on it, and I would also like to address that I am not trying to romanticize christianity!! I just figured this can kind of motivate other christians out there¿ and I also have absolutely no intentions to offend anyone. with that being said

Pls enjoy!

Christian!bakugo who actually wasn’t christian until he met his christian s/o and he sparked some interest in their beliefs.

(pre) christian!bakugo who then realized that he actually wanted to turn christian and change his life around.

(pre) Christian!bakugo who tells his mother over the phone he’s going to get baptized and her being very excited for him.

Christian!bakugo who feels a tremendous relief wash over him and a feeling he can’t describe after getting baptized and seeing his father and mother proudly watching.

Christian!bakugo who feels like a complete different person when his s/o runs behind him and hug while he was still completely soaked from holy water and using the towel in his hands to shake out his hair and wipe the water out his ears.

Christian!bakugo who’s eyes soften when he hears his s/o whisper "I’m so proud of u suki" in his ear behind him while still hugging him.

Christian!bakugo who’s half shocked to come back to the common room later that night to see his classmates has decided to throw a small party to celebrate for him.

Christian!bakugo who’s even more shocked that his atheist and agnostic friends are so supportive of him.

Christian!bakugo who now since that day constantly has to take a deep breath and a step back to pray in his head whenever someone or something pisses him off.

Christian!bakugo who does late night bible studies with his s/o in his dorm room.

Christian!bakugo that mumbles a little "god forgive me" under his breath when he cusses.

Christian!bakugo who constantly complements his s/o with verses.

[Example: he says "Solomon 4:7" which means "You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you." or "Solomon 4:9" which means "you have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes."]

Christian!bakugo that has a small notebook filled with prayers, verses, and his thoughts. and makes his s/o get one to do the same.

Christian!bakugo who helps his s/o when going through spiritual warfare and his s/o doing the same for him.

Christian!bakugo that can’t help himself from sending his s/o christian humor tiktoks thru out the day.

Christian!bakugo who happily wears the cross necklace his s/o gifted him on the day he got baptized everyday.

Christian!bakugo who offen nights stays up praying for forgiveness on how he treated deku and others in the past.

Christian!bakugo that tries his hardest to change his ways and be a better person.

Christian!bakugo that tries to encourage the Bakusquad to get into the word of the lord. "look, I’m not trying to shove my beliefs down ur throats, I’m just saying the biggest hero is jesus. he sacrificed himself for everyone in this world. that’s something nobody here can live up to."

Christian!bakugo that mostly prays for his friends [even the ones who ain’t christian] and family instead of himself.

Christian!bakugo that changed his workout playlist to christian/worship music cause it motivates him to do and be better.

Christian!bakugo who can’t help the smile that spreads on his face and how his heart flutters whenever his s/o does a quick prayer of protection and strength for him before he goes on missions/does training or anything that could involve him being hurted/injured. [he does this for his s/o too 🥹]

Christian!bakugo who wakes up each morning and gives thanks to the lord for all the blessings in his life.

Christian!bakugo who randomly gets promise rings for him and his s/o saying "it’s a promise to each other and to god that we won’t do anything 'bad' until marriage." [NO CUZ THATS ACTUALLY SO SWEET NO JOKE 💔]

Christian!bakugo who very often talks with god abt his s/o and how he’s grateful for them.

Christian!bakugo who loses track of time by mistake many of times while watching the chosen with his s/o and ends up having to pull an all nighter.

Christian!bakugo who randomly gets the motivation to learn the bible in hebrew and surprisingly learns hebrew quickly after 2 months.

Christian!bakugo that’s happy he found a christian s/o cause if it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t be the person he is today.

Christian!bakugo who can’t help himself from laughing at his s/o whenever they open the bible app and complain abt how they broke their streak.

Christian!bakugo who’s still very competitive and always challenging his s/o on who can have the longest streak on the bible app.

Christian!bakugo that happily goes to church every sunday at 10:30 and sometimes brings his s/o along. [This is why u sometimes catch him wearing those church loafers in the show lmakakkaa]

Christian!bakugo who’s friends now watch how they speak around him. for example: can’t use "ong" or "istg" around him or else they will get an earful of "u really shouldn’t use god’s name in vain"

Christian!bakugo who loves to joke with his s/o sometimes when they’re making out and say something outta pocket like "are u trying to lust with me? get away from me! I’m innocent!!" which might earn a playful hit to the shoulder, but his s/o often makes this same joke more then him.

Christian!bakugo who absolutely hates lukewarm christians or ppl that pretend to be godly.

Christian!bakugo who’s biggest issue is learning to control his anger, pride, and cussing.

Christian!bakugo who constantly battles his ego on trying to prove he’s better then everyone.

Christian!bakugo who rlys on god’s understanding more then anyone else’s or his own/asks the lord to lead him down the right path, even if it means off the path of his lifelong dream being the number one hero.

Christian!bakugo only wants what god sees fit for him and everyone else.

Overall, Christian!bakugo is still bakugo. just doesn’t insult anyone, lost half his aggression, half his pride, and half ego. but he’s still very much bakugo, just a bit more quiet/to himself and a whole lot more godly. <3

Another note: just wanted to say again I’m not romanticizing christianity!! some of the things in here is stuff that happen in my actual relationships and helped motivate me more towards getting closer with god. and I hope this post doesn’t get anyone upset. That’s not what I want or intended. if u do have a problem with this post then pls dm me directly abt it and tell me why it offended u. that’s all.🤍

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dreamdaddydutch · 8 months

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Absolution at the base of your Altar - Summary: The reader was there at Blackwater, experienced and saw it all. Now they’re having difficulty sleeping and experiencing horrendous night terrors, but there’s some solace to be found with Javier and shortly after the two become an item. It is in Javier’s arms and when in bed that the reader finds the cure to their guilt, the absolution they so desire and feel they need. It is worshipping at the feet of their lover and allowing themselves to be completely vulnerable and undone that they feel they may finally overcome the survivor’s guilt that haunts them.

Chapter 6 Summary: Ahh here it is. The chapter that's utter filth and comes with a whole load of content/trigger warnings. Javier and the reader head into a church, they lock the doors so no one can disturb them whilst the reader is making her confessional. Things escalate rather quickly with the reader realising this is the perfect moment for her plan/idea to come to a head, Javier plays the role well and so the two indulge in a fantasy. !!Please read the CW/TW for this chapter!!

Pairing: Javier x f! (afab) reader

Wordcount for Chapter 4 - 5,669.

Warnings: This chapter is fairly light on any cw - only thing is more reference to survivors guilt, along with guilt/shame over the night before. Smoking.

!!Minors DNI. 18+ Only!!

Read Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Chapter 3 here Chapter 4 here Chapter 6 here

TW + CW: Unprotected PNV sex, oral, begging/hands and knees, penetration with objects, spitting, blasphemy, desecration, giving head, sex in a church, use of the word daddy, spanking, use of the C*** word, survivors guilt, pleasure from pain, derogatory language.

Take me to church. It wasn’t a question, it was demand. As you walked back through Valentine and passed the small church you had an urge to go in knowing it was more than just prayer on your mind.

You realised in that moment that part of the issue the night before was that it had been too planned, too organised, and in that respect it would never have worked. The pressure to get things just right had been unbearable, but this, there was no time to prepare now. It would be or it wouldn’t.

Javier led you inside. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you were the only ones in there, the service had long since finished, the doors were now open for anyone to come and seek the solace of God, to ask for forgiveness and confess their sins. Confessing your sins was all you’d thought about all day, but it was more than that, what you needed was more than that.

Inside you stood for a moment in the cool air looking around the church to be sure no one was in there and then you walked to the alter kneeling in front of it and saying a prayer in silence. The palms of your hand were pushed together, sweaty due to the nerves you felt over what was to come. Or at least what you hoped would come if Javier was agreeable to it.

“Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life”.

Javier was enchanted and stood awaiting instruction, was he supposed to be here with you, did you want him to pray or to comfort you?

“Javi,” you spoke without looking round to him, “Can you make sure the doors are closed and lock them or barricade them, just make sure no one can get in.”

You heard him behind you, without question he moved the furniture around complying with your wish.

“There all done,” his voice echoed.

You stood up and turned to him, your mind was completely made up and there was no going back, you couldn’t afford that now.

“Javier, I need to confess.”

He stepped closer, “I mean, I want to go to confessional and I need you to hear me.” You continued, he was stood right in front of you now, practically touching.

You needed to communicate exactly what this meant to him, but it was difficult without breaking the mood and spelling it out, so it was easier to just say, “this is it.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose and closed your eyes, “This is it; this is the moment Javier and I need you now.”

When you opened your eyes Javier nodded, “Then confess.”

You walked to the confessional boxes and drew the curtain, Javier stepped into the other side.

This would be okay, wouldn’t it? This wasn’t going to damn you to hell, well, if hell existed you were pretty sure you were already going there, and if atonement was real then you’d atoned over and over, you felt genuine remorse for something you’re not even sure you did. Surely a little fun wouldn’t change that.

The blood was pumping fast through your veins, a sweet mixture of sexual tension and anticipation, knowing what you were going to do in a house of God and knowing you could get caught. More than any of this though was the excitement at the certainty that after this you would finally be able to let go and move on with your life.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

“How is it you have sinned my child.”

“Many things, as a child I stole sweets from a shop.”

“And did you feel remorse?”

“As a child, no. As an adult, no…. because the shop owner liked to kidnap little children.”

Javier was silent for a moment, “Only God can judge,” he finally said.

“Yes father, I have sinned many times in my life, taken lives but the lives taken were mostly not innocent just like my own. But I was a part of something awful where innocents died.” “Go on.”

“Blackwater, a great ship, it sunk…it sunk because of us, my friends and me. A woman, an innocent woman who was terrified died in cold blood, died for no reason apart from the fact it was so chaotic, and we were panicked. She didn’t need to lose her life for that.”

“And did you kill her, after all if the ship was sinking then perhaps it was a mercy after all.”

“No, he did.”

You heard Javier shuffle and move closer to the window, “Who child.”

“My friend, my leader…I don’t think he meant to, I think he was just as scared and confused as we were but now, I cannot sleep.”

You paused for a moment, waiting to see if Javier would respond, when he didn’t, you took it as a sign to continue.

“Every night I have nightmares, they plague me like a sickness and I wake up screaming. I…I want to die.”

Javier continued in his silence.

“But suicide is a sin isn’t it father, I will burn in hell if I take thine life, but what I don’t think God realises is that hell is earth at times, for some of us. I don’t want to die, I want to live, I want to do good and make up for all the bad I’ve done during my lifetime, that would be possible wouldn’t it father? To make good on the wrongs of the past.”

“There is always time,” you could hear in Javier’s voice, it was breaking ever so slightly, because you hadn’t told him this. Hadn’t told him about the thoughts of suicide that crossed your mind daily.

“I nearly did once too…” better out than in. “I stood in the middle of the night whilst everyone I loved was asleep or other side of the camp on guard duty, the metal of my gun cold in my hands,” you paused.

“But you didn’t do it,” Javier sounded relieved, he could play a part well but he couldn’t completely hide his emotions.

“You my Lord, you saved me. The thought of you, of being wrapped in your arms, your kisses to my neck, your fingers touching me. The scent of you in the evening, your breath against my ear. You are the God that I live for, you are the reason I am still here.

Father…my god is infinite and wise; he loves me as I love him. Do you think he will forgive me.”

“You are forgiven, go in peace child.”

“What if I wanted to show him how grateful I was, I want to worship at his alter and shower him with love divine. Could I do that here? I need you to show me the way, to take my hand and guide me. Show me how after all these weeks of pain and torment, show me how to pleasure you, how to feel true pleasure. I need it now more than anything. Please guide me to your alter, show me how we can be as one, I want to be filled up with you Lord God, I want to taste you and worship like the dog that I am. Everything, and anything for you.”

Your hand had dipped between your legs, you were already soaked, dripping at the thought of Javier being just the other side and all the filthy things you were saying. Your voice hitched as you spoke, and you became aware that your breathing was louder and more irregular.

“My child,” Javier spoke as you heard him undo the buttons on his pants. “Are you partaking in pleasuring yourself.”

“I…God forgive me.”

“What if the only way you can be forgiven is to experience true and ultimate pleasure and just the sweetest bit of pain?” Javier sounded so unlike himself, there was an element there of hesitation, you knew he’d be nervous, his often-awkward self. But there was a renewed confidence in the way he spoke.

He let out a quiet moan, you pictured where his hand would be, gripping onto the base of his shaft and squeezing just a little before pumping slowly up and down, his breath a little ragged as your fingers continued to work between your legs.

Then Javier spoke again, “Come, show me how sorry you are, show me how much you want to repent. Come worship at my alter and give me all you have.”

You stood up and opened the door of the confessional, the door beside you opened and as you looked in you saw Javier look more glorious than ever before. His legs were spread wide, he had one arm behind him, resting his head on it, lazily, hungrily, and ready for you. His cock was visible and red, hard and throbbing. A glisten of pre-cum wet the tip, his hand was once again wrapped around the base but didn’t move, he just wanted you to look at it and see how much he had to give you.

“Come here,” he motioned for you with his index finger. You obeyed, not shutting the door behind you, you couldn’t even if you tried there wouldn’t have been enough room, but no one would see you.

You knelt on the floor and crawled to him, feeling his intense stare at the back of your head. You kissed his boots; you’d have licked the bottom if he’d asked you too. Then he moved his feet, lifting them and briefly resting them across your back, “You make a fine stool.” He commented. “One good enough for God himself.” You heard the familiar sound of slick on skin, knowing that Javier must have started to jerk himself again.

And then you thought about Blackwater, you thought about the girl and how helpless you’d been…yes…how helpless you’d been. It was like the position you were in now, completely bound and unable to have done anything differently even if you’d tried. You were as much as a victim as they were.

Javier removed his legs from you, “Look at me,” you obeyed. “Mouth open,” again you obeyed.

Javier rubbed his index finger over his leaking tip and leant down, smearing himself over your plump lips, the urge to lick was overwhelming, but as you went to Javier scolded you, “Ah no, not just yet, there what pretty lipstick that makes on you.” He slipped a finger into your mouth and explored the warm cavity within, slowly at first, just enjoying you and taking his time about it. You moved your tongue to caress his digit, he slipped a second finger in and started to fuck your mouth with his fingers. You worked in earnest, showing him just what you were capable of doing with your mouth, your tongue…how you could make him feel if he’d only let you go down on him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes my lord…” you murmured careful not to scratch his fingers.

“Anything to repent?” Instead of answering you sucked his fingers harder and moaned as you did so, you could taste the salt on your lips as your saliva mingled with it and entered into your mouth, but you wanted more.

When he finally pulled his fingers out of you, there was a string of spit which remained, he pulled it to his cock and wiped. “Now, show me what you just did again,” he sat backwards and put both arms behind his head, his legs spread a little further as you got up on both knees and went to suck him. You tongue first danced on the surface of his warm and soft skin, you took small laps at the pre-cum, and licked all the way down the thick vein to the base. Popping one of his balls in your mouth and gently sucking, his cock bounced with anticipation and delight. Your hands went to his strong muscular thighs, so you had something to hold onto whilst you pleasured him.

Javier’s words of encouragement drove you to do better, to make him feel better. You placed your mouth into the perfect O at the tip and then popped his head inside your mouth. You were warm and wet for him, a perfect home for his cock to rest inside for a while. Slowly you inched down until all of him was buried within you.

“Ahh yes, good girl, so good at showing me how much you love me, how much you believe in me.”

Your head started to bob up and down, finding a comfortable pace you could keep up with, sucking when you felt it was appropriate and swirling your tongue around his member when needed. Occasionally you allowed him to pop out of your mouth like a lollipop, giving him a few seconds of air and to get his breath back before you continued your assault on him.

Then came the hands on your head, Javier held you still as he thrust his hips up and down, face fucking you.

“Say your rosaries,” he said in a raspy voice.

And you did, trying not to forget a single one, for each one you spoke he would thrust into your mouth and wait for you to say another before he continued. You felt drunk on his cock, more sweet salt spilling into your mouth as he got closer to the edge.

“Will you accept the body and blood of Christ?” He asked, barely able to breathe.

You gripped his thighs in a sign that yes, you would. A few more thrusts up and Javier gave a strangled moan as he came into your mouth. You wanted every drop; his seed would replenish you and nurture you. It was this liquid that was, in a fashion like gold to you and because your saviour had bestowed the gift upon you, you knew that everything would be okay.

Javier kept his cock in your mouth even as he started to go soft, he gently rocked himself muttering barely audible words of praise as he did. And then he pulled himself out, in many respects you’d expected it all to be over now, Javier had helped you gain a level of enlightenment surrounding your situation which you’d hoped for, and he had received pleasure. What you hadn’t counted on was that this wouldn’t be the end and for the role to be complete for Javier as well, he would require you to experience that pain, pleasure, humiliation and finally love.

“Stand.” He instructed, you bade as you were told. He did up his pants and too stood. When he did you were chest to chest. He pressed his nose against you briefly, you guessed it was to let you know it will still him, he still knew he was playing a role and loved you dearly.

“Turn,” he instructed. “Walk over to the alter.”

He couldn’t be, could he? The ache between your legs was unbearable, made worse by the fact that you’d been touching yourself for a while, you were now well and truly frustrated, even as you walked you could feel the heat and the moisture between your legs.

“Pull down your underwear and lean against the alter facing away from me.”

You did as you were told, your legs were spread with your under garments down as far as you could pull them, your skirts covered your exposed bottom. Javier lifted them, the cool air was a pleasant sensation. He smoothed a warm hand over one of the cheeks and then spanked you suddenly, your body shuddered against the alter, “Yes…” you murmured, “More.”

“More what?” He asked.

“My lord, sir…Daddy, spank me into submission.”

You knew Javier well enough to know those words would have made him quake a little where he was stood and that he’d proudly be wearing a smirk right now.

He placed a hand hard on your upper back and pushed you down onto the alter, caring not that several candle sticks fell as he did so, the sound surely loud enough to alert someone outside.

“Now spread your legs as far as you can.”

Moving your feet further to each side had the desired affect for Javier, you were exposing the most intimate part of your anatomy, your pussy was now parted and in perfect position for him to have his way with you.

“Hmm so tasty.” Suddenly you felt a finger by your entrance, and he slipped it right in without warning causing your knees to buckle and you let out a strangled moan. He fucked you a few times, his thumb occasionally grazing your clit. When you shook again he spanked you hard, “Stay still.” He commanded.

He spanked you again in the same place, again and again…getting hard each time. Between every 6-8 spanks he would spank your other cheek just for good measure.

And then came a spank in a place unexpected, he slapped your pussy, it stung irrefutably but there was also pleasure in it, he showed mercy after spanking by gently rubbing you with the palm of his hand, pinching your clit so hard it nearly hurt and then tickling it.

You did everything you could to stop yourself from shaking but it wasn’t enough, your knees were too weak for the assault on your body.

Spank…again…again… you felt hot tears in your eyes as the pain started to spread. He spanked your thighs too, there would be so many bruises and you hoped that if you got changed in camp a little close to Dutch or Charles or Arthur…any of them that they would see the marks on your body, that they would know Mr Escuella knew how to please you.

Javier took a few steps backwards; you heard his heels clipping on the floor and then the sound of wood creaking as he sat down on one of the pews. You wanted to stand up, to look behind you and see what was happening but it would ruin the game and risk spoiling the progress made. So, you remained silent, awaiting his next command. Without his hands near you your skin was starting to get cold.

“What a pretty pussy you have and it’s all mine,” he said. He let out a sigh, “Say a prayer, you are after all at the altar of God and it would be incredibly disrespectful not to praise him right now, after all look how much love he has given you. Pray for the souls of the lost, pray for those you want mercy from, for the atonement you so desire,” he paused, “And deserve.”

“Palms together, pray properly.”

And you did as you were told, palms together and much like a child at the foot of their bed saying their nightly prayers. You prayed silently though your words moved your lips. Javier stood up again and came over to you, you felt his presence right behind you as you continued in your prayer, determined that this was the moment when every word would come out, everything you needed to say to feel better, this was surely it.

Javier knelt down and without warning he kissed your aching cunt. Your breath hitched and you stopped praying, “Don’t you dare stop…after all look how good I’m being, it’s the least you could do,” Javier said as he licked a strip up from your entrance to your clit. “I know you think I can’t hear you, but I can… what would Dutch say if he saw us like this?”

Javier held onto your soft thighs, squeezing as he continued to lick you, his tongue dipping inside you, tasting your juices. You held tightly onto the alter, thinking that this must be the most sacrilegious thing you’d ever done or been involved in, this was worse than Black Water. But you didn’t have a chance to feel guilty when it felt so good. He licked slowly in long strips, his tongue gently playing with your clit, flicking it over and over again over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Javier…please,” you begged, you needed him inside you now, no ifs no buts. There was nothing in the world you wanted more than to be full of him and to see stars. He slipped a finger back inside you, past the knuckle, his rings rubbing pleasantly against the muscle of your walls, another finger and then another, scissoring as he pumped in and out. He removed his mouth from you for a moment, you were so cold against the air, swollen and red. You dribbled on the white clothes unable to keep your tongue in your mouth.

Javier spanked you again then blew onto your clit, making you shudder, “Oh Javier, I just need to cum.”

“Who do you want to come for?”

“You…the lord….God I need to come.”

“And have you fully repented?” He asked.

“Yes, I am truly sorry, I dedicate myself to you and the rest of my life, I will always be yours.”

“Good girl.”

Javier removed his fingers from you and put a hand on each cheek, he wobbled them pulling them apart and pushing them back together, he buried his face in between and nuzzled, his mouth on your cunt, his nose pressing against the entrance to your ass.

He returned to licking you, his fingers this time slowly pushing past the wall of muscle of your ass. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, it stung a little at first as anal was not something the two of you had ever tried so this was completely new. But it didn’t make it bad, it felt utterly filthy but you were too tired to protest, the way he pleasured you had left you completely drained of all energy.

“You like that? You like me filling up your dirty hole.”

“Hmmm.”

“What’s that? Tell me what it feels like to you, tell me how you like it. How much you want me to fill both your slutty holes. You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, such a needy thing, I’m not even sure if you’re grateful for this.”

He pushed another finger into your ass and scissored, further down and deeper into you. His other hand he stroked your thigh and slowly moved back towards the entrance to your cunt, he slipped two fingers inside at once and his tongue returned to kissing and sucking your clit. The noises that were being made were absolutely obscene, so wet and slick, the moisture on his fingers, his lips his tongue being rubbed all against your flesh.

“God yes, please, fuck me with your fingers, harder…” And Javier obliged, “Harder still….” Again he obliged and now as he went faster it was almost on the verge of pain but you felt blinded so nothing else mattered in the world, you couldn’t think about anything else, there was no guilt only pain and pleasure.

You felt yourself getting closer and knew that within in a minute you’d be a mess on the floor if Javier continued the way he was. You clenched around his fingers so tight as you could, Javier let out a mumble of approval from between your folds.

The feeling built in your stomach and travelled down to your cunt and up to your mouth, ready to leave your body in an explosion of pleasure.

Javier stopped abruptly as he could feel you were getting close, “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to,” he continued to fuck you with his fingers as he spoke. You held your breath, trying to hold back the orgasm that was creeping up on you. Just how long could we hold out for?

“Please God let me cum,” you begged.

Javier, being the obliging type kissed you gently between your legs and then relented, “Yes, cum for me now and let it all go.”

You did as commanded, your legs bending slightly your body completely limp over the alter with no energy left, tears stinging your eyes you let it all go. For the first time in your relationship you felt more than cum leaving your body, you could hear the splashing of liquid across Javier’s face, his fingers getting drenched as your squirted all over him.

“Yes fuck, fuck, fuck…” all you could do was swear over and over, there was no time to feel embarrassed, no room for regret.

“Oh my baby girl, I did not know you could do that, I did not know I could make you do that…” Javier murmured as you heard the sound of him licking you, slurping every last drop.

You’d expected it to be over now, expected the lesson to have been learnt and for Javier to relent. What you hadn’t counted on was that Javier would be hard again and ready for more.

He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants once again. He used the slick from your body to lube up his cock, “Are you ready for me?” He asked breathy.

You lifted your head from the alter and nodded as best as you could. You wished you could fall to the ground, wished he’d fuck you on the floor but you knew if you tried then they’d be punishment from him.

“Yes, yes God I am ready, penetrate me, fill me with your seed so I may be born again, so I may be clean and pure. Cleanse my soul with your being.

He lifted your hips a little so that you were more laying across the alter, you heard the clang of metal and then something cold against your entrance, he slowly pushed an object into you, “Ahhhh,” you were completely the opposite of clenching now, needing every inch of you to be able to stretch to accommodate the object which you would later learn was a silver candle stick holder.

Javier chuckled watching you so helpless, after leaving it inside you for a minute he pulled it out, torture was the only word that sprung to mind.

Then he pressed his cock against your entrance and pushed in, bottoming out in one swift motion. He remained there for a moment allowing you to get accommodated to him and then started to thrust in and out at a fast pace. You knew Javier well enough to know that he wouldn’t last long, “You are so wet for me my darling, god my cock is just slipping in and out of you.”

His hand tangled up in your hair and gently he pulled back, you rose a little from the alter with your hair being pulled tightly by Javier, he pulled you right back into his chest, pressing kisses against your neck that turned into bites. Another hand came down and caressed one of your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipple tightly. You could feel his breath on your neck as he moaned into you, Javier didn’t need to hold your hair now, you would have continued to lean back anyway just wanting to be close to him.

He continued to fuck you like a dog in heat, one of his hands now wrapped around your neck, the other followed, you fell forward a little as he gripped tighter on your neck making it more difficult for you to breathe. You started to see stars as he choked you.

“You’re all mine you know that,” he breathed into your back, “You like it when I choke you? Like it when I have your life in my hands.”

“Yes,” you tried to reply, but it was difficult with his strength almost constricting your windpipe.

“Oh I need to see your face,” he confessed as he let go of your neck.

You didn’t move, you simple allowed Javier to turn you over and pull you to the ground.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You spread them, “No wider,” he ordered. You felt completely humiliated lying spread eagle for him, your hole exposed to the air. Javier knelt above you jerking off, then he spat between your legs and rubbed his thumb over you, you still hadn’t recovered from your previous orgasm and it made you shudder violently.

He spat again and then leaned over you, “Open,” he ordered, you opened your mouth and he spat into it. You shut your eyes and Javier paused, as if he were waiting for the safe word, maybe you didn’t like this as much as you had the night before. But you said nothing, the taste of his saliva on your lips felt like heaven.

Javier then entered you again, he stroked your hair as he fucked you, though your eyes remained mostly closed he continued to look at you whilst he continued, looking adoringly at what a pretty mess you’d become all for him.

“I’m close darling, are you ready for me,” he asked.

You didn’t really notice it happen but suddenly he stopped the act and all you could see was love, all you felt was love. Javier was making love to you again, all the rough had been pushed aside and perhaps this is what you needed at the end, you needed to go through all that pain with him to reach the other side and find love for yourself once again.

As he got close to orgasm he leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips, you didn’t plan on letting him go as you captured his lips between your own and continued to kiss him. When he came it was deep inside of you, hot spurts of cum tingling as he moaned your name, such a sweet release.

When Javier pulled back and looked at you, he was surprised at what he saw. You were laying still on your back, your eyes opened wide and staring at the ceiling of the church as if you’d seen God. Afterwards you would claim there was no other way to explain it than to say that at the end of everything you endured and reaching climax together that you had seen birth and death, you had witnessed the universe in its most primordial state and that you had seen the afterlife, you had been martyred in that respect.

“Javier,” you finally spoke after a few minutes, your eyes now moving to look at him, “Javier, my darling, thank you. It worked.” Javier had been sat over you, straddling your hips until he lay down on you, his head pressed to your chest just listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“It’s all okay my love, it’s all better now, everything will be okay.”

Javier sat up, his face too wore the mask of someone who had transcended and seen greatness, whilst it was an experience you doubted you would repeat again, at least not quite to the full intensity you had that afternoon.

You finally became aware of the noises of the outside world, a little shame flushed across your face when you thought of all the people who would worship in here not knowing what the two of you had gotten up to. And yet, it was love was it not? It was atonement, it was confession and you’d wanted to scream Mea Culpa before and now, these were no longer words that you felt would sound right coming from your lips. Javier had helped you to see the light and be free of the pain and inexplicable guilt you were carrying.

“Ay, it sounds like someone really wants to pray…” Javier muttered.

Then you realised what he was referring to, there was someone outside banging on the door and trying to get in.

“Ay ay, wait one minute, patience!” Javier shouted.

You stifled a giggle as he helped you to your feet, Javier removed his bandana and softly he wiped between your legs to ensure you were dry enough to get changed, then as you dressed he pulled up his pants and snapped his belt shut. Quickly he tidied up the alter, rubbing down the candle stick and placing everything where it was before, careful with it to be just perfect.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him make the sign of the cross, you would ask him about it later.

Javier closed the doors to the confessional, then he looked at the floor where you were stood, it was still a little wet, glistening with evidence at the sin you’d committed. Again, his bandana came in handy as he got to work cleaning it up.

He sniffed the material afterwards and smirked, suddenly appearing goofy, you went to slap him away from it and he snatched it back close to his face, “I will enjoy this later.” He said leaving you wondering what exactly he was planning on doing with it.

“Now, one final instruction from me, kneel at the alter and pretend to cry,” he said.

You were confused, why would you do that?

As if reading your mind he added, “I need an excuse as to why this door has been closed and we’ve locked ourselves in here, so we lie, we say your mother died and you needed to be alone without anyone to witness your grief apart from god.”

That could work… You nodded and knelt down as Javier walked to the back of the church and unlocked the doors.

“I am sorry, her mother she just died and needed to be alone. She needed to speak to God and make her peace, it would have been impossible with anyone else in here.” You heard Javier make your excuses and smiled as you stayed in your position, head bowed, and palms of your hand pushed together.

You heard footsteps come into the church and a few disgruntled noises and complaints, but they bought it.

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