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st4rbwrry · 18 days ago

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𝒟𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒰𝒮𝐿𝒴 𝐼𝒩 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸.

꒰ forbidden love with a southern boy sounds fun. a pastor for a father, and living in a small town with god-fearing, gossipy folk was not. ꒱

🫧 𐀔 . . . 16.8k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, farmer!eren + bluecollar!eren, domesticity, established relationship, talks of religion, small mention of abuse and alcoholism, forbidden love, sneaking around, age difference + time skip, lotssss of arguments, oral sex ꒰ f + m ꒱, quiet sex (they try ;3), fingering, spanking, lots of kisses, eren’s rlly affectionate, foreplay, rough sex, size difference, spitting in mouth vv briefly, sub/dom dynamic, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms + overstim. minors do not interact. reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated. ♡

꒰ theme songz + mocha’s note ! ꒱ . . . i’ll be by edwin mccain + movie by avenoir. . . i rlly like this plot, didn’t mean for it to be so long srry. but it’s good so ;) very notebook themed.

getting married in secrecy was every family’s worst nightmare. the opportunity to see their creation speak soul-written vows to their lovers and part ways into unity. to laugh and dance together, snap photos, share cuisines and three-tiered intricately crafted fondant cake. helping their daughter pick out a dress, and their son a tux. all of those memories are delicate and forever cherished. to be ridden of that felt cruel. but, what family deserves that when they don’t accept who you're giving your love to? when they find the person you’re marrying selfish, undeserving of your love, and rude? those are the words people used to describe eren, your husband.

the sun beats down upon the quaint southern town of georgia, casting long shadows across the freshly cut lawns and pegasus-painted houses. a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oak trees lining the streets, their gnarled branches stretching towards the cloudless sky. in the heart of this idyllic community, nestled between the town square and the bustling main street, stands a modest yet stately residence. this is where you resided years ago with your father, the reverend pastor kain. the house exudes warmth and tradition, its wraparound porch adorned with rocking chairs and potted azaleas. a white picket fence encircles the property, symbolizing the tight-knit neighborhood and the values upheld within these walls.

inside, the air is thick with the scent of pot roast bubbling within the choral blue dutchoven and the soft hum of gospel hymns drifting from the living room in soft symphonies from your sickly mother. diagnosed with kidney failure yet always ensuring the three of you had the warmest days. the cool interior provides a welcome respite from the summer heat. the polished hardwood floors creak beneath your feet, leading you past a formal dining room with a sturdy oak table and matching chairs. family photographs line the mantel above the fireplace, capturing moments of joy and love.

your father's study lies at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. through the crack, you catch a glimpse of his desk, cluttered with stacks of paperwork, sermons, and bibles. the faint aroma of pipe tobacco wafts out, mingling with the musty smell of aged books. despite the comforting atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension hangs in the air, a palpable reminder of the forbidden nature of your love and the stern disapproval of your father, the man of god who once guided you with unwavering devotion.

you’ll never forget the intensity of your heart racing as you held eren’s hand within your own and stood before your father proclaiming your love. the look of disappointment on his face with furrowed brows, smile lines deep as he frowned and stared unwavering. the stern posture he’d taken by leaning up in his chair and hearing the nonsense coming from both of you. the bickering between him and eren while he held your hand the entire time, silently telling you he’d protect you while you shut out the aggressive sound of your father’s voice.

your love blossomed in stolen moments, snatched between the cracks of duty and expectation. in the hushed whispers of late-night phone calls, the furtive glances exchanged across crowded rooms, and the fleeting touches that set your skin ablaze with longing. the two of you would meet in secret, hidden away from prying eyes and ignorant tongues. in the shadows of the park, where the crickets sang their serenade and the stars twinkled overhead. or in the cozy confines of his pickup truck, parked along lonely stretches of highway, miles from home.

there, in those intimate spaces, you’d lose yourselves in each other. lips meeting in passionate kisses, hands roaming freely, exploring the curves and contours of your bodies. you’d talk with him for hours, sharing hopes and fears, dreaming of a future where you wouldn’t have to hide your love.

you met on a warm evening on your way to the farmers market, finding him churning butter with broad muscles, naked from his upper body and inked out over his neck and dominant forearm. there’s a slit in his right eyebrow that also held a piercing. slightly wavy brown hair pulled into a bun with baby blue overalls clinging to his skin.

when he locked eyes with you while you pushed a cute green grocery cart, your heart immediately bloomed. those slanted grayish-green eyes with long, brown lashes of his stealing your strength. his movie star smile with a toothpick lodged between his teeth as he finally caught your gaze. the sun shone down on him, casting a golden glow on his tanned skin and ricocheting off the silver dog tag around his neck making him look even more attractive.

the man gave you a wink before returning to his task, a sly smile playing on his lips. his arms flexed as he churned a bit harder, obviously showing off now that he knew he had your full attention. shyly, you pull your eyes away from him and pretend you don’t notice him staring as you inspect the vegetables before you. once he had finished, he wiped his hands off on a cloth and strode over to you, his overalls hanging from his hips now after he popped them free in front of you, sweat clinging to his skin. he stood in front of you, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest, a few beauty marks littered across his skin.

he waited for a moment before speaking up, his voice low. “you know, you’re not very good at pretending you don’t notice me.” he chuckled as he spoke. “i can see you stealin’ glances at me from the corner of your eye.”

goddamn, you nearly short circuit from hearing his voice. it’s deep and slightly raspy. the smell of him is almost natural and sweet. you caught a whiff of apple. or maybe butter given he’d been working on it for the past three hours.

“and if i was?”

eren’s smirk widened at your snarky response. he took a step closer to you, his body now mere inches away from yours as he looked down at you, tilting his head slightly. “then i’d say you have a thing for hot and sweaty country boys.”

“yuck, that was so corny,” you giggle in his face.

he rubbed his forehead with his palm, feigning disappointment at your response, but he was secretly enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. “mhm, yeah. it was, wasn’t it? sorry, i’m not good with talkin’ to pretty girls.”

you hum. “mhm, i bet you say that to all the girls. it’s a small town, and you’re attractive. i hear lies.”

“y’know, a liar doesn’t usually apologize for his bad pickup lines. unless . . . ” his voice was a low, sultry murmur now, and his eyes held an intensity that made you feel as if he was peering into your soul. the heat from his body felt like it was seeping into your own, and the air around you seemed to crackle with electricity as he spoke. “he means it. and you aren't calling me a liar are you, darlin’?”

the way he looked at you made your heart thump hard in your chest, and the fact that he was so close made it difficult to think straight. there’s no doubt that this man was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, in real time at least.

“you’re staring awful hard, like what you see?”

“maybe i do.”

“only maybe?”

“i do,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“geez, w’na marry me already,” he jokes, and of course you laugh like a lovesick teen. “i like your laugh, it’s cute. teehee.”

listening to him mocking you made you gasp and lightly hit his arm. “stopp, i don’t sound like that!”

“do so,” he slowly licks his lips, scanning you from head to toe. “i’d like to get to know you, if you don’t mind.”

you nearly choked at the suggestion. me? he wants . . me? no way. “uh, you don’t even know me. didn’t even ask if i had a boyfriend.”

“are you tryin' to say you have a boyfriend?”

“no, i don’t. but, i'm not allowed to.”

a frown briefly tugged at his lips as he heard what you said, the meaning behind your words sinking in. not allowed to? “how come? strict parents? celibacy? . . nun?”

“okay, asshole,” you scoff.

eren throws his hands up in defense. “sorry, just honestly askin’.”

you began to fidget at the thought of telling him about it. what if he ran away because he wanted nothing to deal with it? he notices your reluctance, and almost says something to dismiss the conversation for your sake. “my father’s extremely religious, well known in this town, actually. pastor kain.”

“oh,” eren nods, understanding clearly now. he tried to be as considerate as possible, even though part of him didn’t care. if he wanted you, he’d have you. “so you’re the daughter. funny, me seeing you only now. he’s that strict he don’t let you come out or sum?”

“ ‘the daughter’. why do you say that as if i have some type of rumor about me going around?”

“no, no, it’s nothing too serious. maybe a little insensitive, but . . i’ve just heard people whispering about your family and whatnot. things like your father being up his own ass or you being a . . i’ll dial it down to prude ‘cause i find other shit said derogatory, and i'm sure untrue.”

pursing your lips, you hum at the things being spoken behind your back. it’s not surprising. “thank you for telling me that. i’m sure a lot of people have opinions about me and my family. my dad can be a bit of a hard ass. and i surely wouldn’t call myself a prude. just because my family is religious doesn’t necessarily make me feel the same.”

“you’re not christian?” he asks.

“no, not at all. i mean, i believe in something. i pray, i talk to someone, but i don’t consider them god. personally, i call them my fairy godmother,” you smile sweetly, thinking that sounded kind of silly. “sorry, that must sound childish.”

“it doesn’t, it’s cute,” he chuckles. “i feel the same. agnostic is the term for me. plus, i’m more of a spiritual person. crystals and shit.”

your brows raise. “wow, that’s rare to hear a man say that, at least here. it’s refreshing.”

"why's that? you not from here?"

"nah, me and my mother are from the city. philly. he ended up moving us here after getting the deed to his grandfather's house. we've been here since i was ten."

eren shifts where he stands, removing the hair tie from his hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. tucking a strand behind one of his ears and shoving his hands into his pockets. “so does he have you on lockdown for the summer?”

“pretty much. he’s got me set on studying for college. any other distraction in my path he throws a fit. i usually have free time whenever my mom needs something, like groceries for instance. i have friends and shit, i promise.”

eren rolls his tongue and plants another toothpick in his mouth, chewing on it and watching as you curiously observe. to do the honors, he answers before you ask. “cigarette addiction. tryna cut back.”

“makes sense.”

“how’s about we keep it a secret?"

his tone was firm yet determined as he spoke. he knew it wouldn’t be easy to keep a relationship a secret from the pastor, especially with how overprotective the man was of his daughter. but he was willing to do it, to give you a chance to be happy and not live the way your father demanded. life’s too short, and you’re young and pretty. the thought of sneaking around with you, being your dirty little secret, made his heart thump in excitement. he was never one to play by the rules anyway.

“you mean like . . sneak around?”

“yeah. with your permission, of course.”

for some reason, his intentions felt sexual. maybe he had heard the rumors and wanted to see what you were like and change that. you’re not a virgin, luckily the person who took it moved out of town therefore it remained a secret from everyone. he’s pretty to look at, nice on the eyes, fairly polite, and a flirt. but, you couldn’t put your finger on it. and if this was going to be a waste of your time, you surely didn’t want to risk your father finding out.

so, you decline. “i gotta go, i’m sorry. it was nice meeting you though.”

eren couldn’t help the slight grimace that appeared on his face when you extract your hand to give him a handshake. it felt so formal and . . cold. your dismissive tone and gesture made it seem like you were done, like you were giving up on the possibility of even interacting with him again. he wanted to question you further, but didn’t want to come off as pushy.

“yeah, same to you.”

while flashing a final smile, you push your cart around him to head for the check out counter.

“when can i see you again?!” he shouts across the open market, hands cuffed around his mouth so you hear him loud and clear.

“around!”

eren felt a small ache of disappointment at your vague response, but couldn’t help but smile at the frantic pace you left him at. he knew he’d see you again, he’d make sure of it. two weeks passed and the city’s fair was bustling with the townships' people. one they held every year right before halloween. you’d volunteer to help your mom with her candy apple stand, taking any opportunity not to be stuck home studying.

the county area was picturesque, a perfect example of the serene beauty of rural life. the fields stretched out as far as the eye could see, rolling hills dotted with occasional trees breaking up the endless stretches of greenery. cows and sheep could be seen grazing in the distance, their peaceful presence adding to the tranquility of the setting. the air was clean and crisp, carrying the scent of grass and wildflowers as the sun set into the night. the fair being held was a hive of activity. children running around laughing and excited chatter adding to the general din of the crowds. the smell of food wafted through the air, the scent of funnel cakes and other fried goods mingling with the underlying aroma of hay and dirt. bull rides and horse races occurring.

eren found himself wandering through the fair, his thoughts preoccupied as he looked around. he didn’t really feel like playing games or participating in activities right now, he just wanted to clear his mind. but as he strolled past the laughing crowds of people, he paused, noticing a familiar figure nearby. his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, and a small jolt of excitement coursed through him. your dressed in dark blue low rise affliction jeans that were flared towards the bottom along with a matching vest top and black western boots. a plain black cowboy hat atop of your head. your hairstyle changed completely the last time he saw you. it’s longer, reaching the middle of your back in soft, curly bora bora braids. you looked beautiful. straight out of a dream. a magazine even.

the wind blows roughly, and from where he stood he could smell the gourmand of your perfume. he stopped only a few feet from you, shoving his hands in his pockets in an attempt to look casual. despite the outward appearance of coolness, his heart was beating fast against his chest, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through his veins. he hoped you’d be happy to see him again, but he also couldn’t shake the fear that you might reject him. . . again.

you were stationed at a small booth, an array of freshly made candy apples neatly lined up for sale. the aroma of sweet, sticky apples mixed with the sugary coating filled the air. a woman who stood beside you who stole your entire face, or more-like you stole hers, taking orders from customers, dipping each apple into the thick, red coating before handing it over with a smile. as he drew closer to you, he plastered a careless smile on his face, trying to appear nonchalant. he raised a hand in greeting, waving at you casually.

“hey, what a coincidence.”

catching his attention, the glint in your eyes reads more than your face does, discreetly giving flirty while your smile is faint. you’re stunned to see him, in fact. briefly eyeing your mother before speaking. “oh, hi! um. . . didn’t catch your name before.”

“oh, uh. it’s eren. yeager. eren yeager.”

he felt a slight flush of embarrassment as he said his name. he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to even introduce himself when he’d first met you. he’d been so eager to get to know you, to convince you to give him a chance, that he’d completely forgotten to mention his own name.

“right, how are you?”

“uh, good. yeah, i'm good.”

“are you here with family?”

“nah, i’m here with some friends. they’re wandering off somewhere,” he says. “are you? is your father here?”

“he isn’t, actually. i just volunteered to help my mom out with her stand!”

eren’s smile grew just a fraction bigger at your response. he was silently grateful to whatever divine entity was watching over him for keeping your father from being here. it gave him a chance to talk to you freely.

“is that so? so you’re not being watched over right now?”

“i’m twenty, i don’t need to be watched.”

“point taken,” he purses his lips, eyes trailing over to your mother who was clearly ear-hustling. eren decides to introduce himself. “how you doin’, ma’am. it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

“oh, hello!” your mother smiled back, turning her body fully to take in his sudden attention. she’s just a smaller version of you, same pretty face now slowly wrinkling with time. gray kinky curly hair that grazes her shoulders. she’s dressed in a long navy blue dress painted with yellow daises, a white apron draped around her neck. she smiles at eren’s charming demeanor. “are you a friend of my daughter's?”

he gave a small nod. "yes, that's right.”

you could tell your mother scrutinized him for a moment, taking in his appearance. she could tell he was well-groomed and well-spoken, but she also had a watchful eye for any potential troublemakers. she glanced over at you, noting the way you were watching the interaction between the two of them, and then glanced back at eren.

“well it’s nice to meet you. i don’t believe you gave me your name,” she nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze still appraising him.

“apologies. i’m eren yeager, ma’am.”

she took in his name and the way he presented himself, weighing him silently in her mind. she was clearly being protective, trying to figure out if he was a suitable friend for you or not. you sigh deeply, twirling your fingers anxiously. eren notices.

“ah, so you’re the eren i’ve heard about. the troublemaker.”

“ma. .” you eye her, as if telling her not to start.

he smiled innocently, a small hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. he didn't think he was quite as bad as the rumors might’ve made him out to be, but he also knew that he wasn't exactly the most picture-perfect person.

“troublemaker, huh? didn’t know i was known for that. i can tell you that i'm the sweetest person you’ll know if that eases you.”

“hm,” your mother squints suspiciously, a small giggle, surprising to you at least, coming from her. you blink at her, brows furrowing. does she find him sweet? “aren’t you charming. i hope you stand by your word.”

this was becoming awkward for you. given the way you were raised and the household you grew up in, your mother was always the sweet one. stern when needed, but for the most part she let you be your own person. she still had heavy concerns for the people you chose to surround yourself with. and a man wasn’t exactly something she’d be ecstatic with. but with her sickness, and unknowing of the time she had left, she’d let her guard down to see you happy. if he were to break your heart, it’d only be a lesson you’d have to learn on your own.

you remove your sight off of the pretty boy before you, the stand quieting down from attraction to hold her shoulder endearingly. “mama, would it be okay if i stepped away for a bit? just to talk.”

“just for a bit, alright? and make sure you’re only talking,” she says, throwing eren a warning glare. you groan, titling your head annoyingly.

eren nodded in understanding, silently vowing not to do anything that would give your mother a reason to get between you two. the last thing he needed was a scolding from a protective parent, especially one as dedicated as yours. he already had to potentially worry about your father. he gave your mother a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her worry just a bit. “don’t worry, ma'am. we’re just going to head to the hoedown for a dance.”

you shoot him a look, dancing sounds different from talking. he smirks.

“alright, fine. but you be back before ten, okay? no funny business.”

shaking your head, you give her a peck on the cheek. “promise mama. thank you.”

“mhm hmm.”

she watches eren step aside as you remove your apron, maneuvering around the stand as he elongates his arm with a gentle ‘after you’, the two of you strolling away, but not before you turn to look back, giving her a grateful yet giddy smile. your mother chuckles, waving and smiling back, her heart warming at the sight of eren reaching to hold your hand that you hesitated to take before giving in. she couldn’t help but think this was going to be trouble.

“she seems nice,” eren mutters, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “yeah, she’s very sweet. just can be a bit overprotective.”

“it’s good you have parents that care for you like that,” he replied, an almost sad tone in his voice.

"yeah, they. . they're cool," you say, faltering slightly as you try to find the right words. “what about yours?”

you look up at eren, trying to catch his eyes, but he's staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his expression closed off. it’s clear that he doesn't want to dive too deep into it, but you can't help but wonder what could've happened to make him react like this. he clears his throat uncomfortably, protectively holding you close as he guides you through the crowd. it makes your heart jump.

“dad isn’t the best.”

“. . oh.”

the ranch slowly comes into view, the sounds of music thrumming louder as you approach. there’s a large, open space filled with people dressed in their best western attire, a sense of excitement and nervousness overtaking you. eren leads you through to make your way towards the center of the ranch, where the dancing and festivities are already in full swing. the music is lively and upbeat, couples twirling and spinning across the makeshift dance floor. others chugging down drinks at the bar.

“you w’na show me how you move?” there’s a certain look in his eye, something else that you can't quite identify. his confidence is infectious.

the crowds contagious, and it’s clear that everyone is having a great time. but you can’t help but fidget at the thought of dancing with someone you’re extremely attracted to. who smelt like patchouli, dressed in all black with tan, slightly roughed up cowboy boots. who’s smile is as bright as the moon, chocolate long hair making him look like the prettiest prince. it felt like a date. and technically, this would be your very first one. which, now that you’re thinking about it, is probably why your mom looked at you the way she did.

you cower, biting your lip. “um, i . . can’t dance. at least the way they are.”

eren raises his brow at your declaration. “really? hm.”

you swallow when eren’s hand pulls you a little closer by your hip, gently resting there to guide you into position. "don't worry. i’ll lead, and you just follow. it’s not rocket science, right?"

“okay.”

he starts to move, slowly guiding you into a basic step. despite your lack of knowledge, you try your best to keep up with him, your eyes glancing down at your feet every now and then out of fear of tripping. eren notices your hesitation and gives a small laugh. he keeps his arm around your waist, making sure you don't falter.

"relax. you’re doing fine. stop looking at your feet so much. you’re going to fall if you keep it up.”

“sorry,” you giggle, your initial nerves starting to fall off as you let him guide you.

he spins you around gracefully, his hand still firmly holding you in place. you're starting to get the hang of it, your body slowly moving in time to the music. the expression on eren’s face is a mix of amusement and pride; it's clear he's enjoying teaching you to dance. as the music changes to a slightly faster beat, he picks up the pace a bit, twirling you around with practiced ease. his steps are confident, his grip firm yet comfortable. you find yourself actually enjoying the experience, laughing at your own clumsy attempts to keep up with him. his smile widens, his eyes shining with a playful glint as he watches you. amused by your honest attempts of catching up.

the music slows down eventually, and now plays a soft melody that has couples pulling each other closer to slow dance romantically. rolling your lips inward, you beam up at him with a soft chuckle. i’ll be by edwin mccain playing, and it happened to be one of your favorite songs. the moment becomes intimate, and eren makes a move to rest both hands on your lower back to pull you even closer so your chest touches his. the warmth from his body onto yours gives you goosebumps. it gets more romantic when he places your arms on his shoulder, your hands interlocking while his eyes lock onto yours. bodies swaying slowly with the melodious tune.

“don’t know if i told you how pretty you are.”

you can feel a flutter in your chest at the unexpected compliment. you turn your eyes away from him, a small smile playing on your lips as you try and hide your reaction. you can feel the warmth rising in your face, and you have a feeling he notices it too. “and i told you that you say that to all the girls.”

you’re unsure what switched, but his face grows calm, studying your face intently, hugging you closer as if you’d slip away. that makes you alert. “so . . your mother thinks i’m trouble. i’m not sure what you’ve heard about me. we do live in a small town so shit gets around, including rumors. but, what i’m worried about is how you perceive me.”

the tone in his voice catches you off guard, his eyes fixed on yours with an almost vulnerable expression. “um, i haven’t heard anything about you to be honest. i don’t really stick my nose in drama, or the bullshit older folks gossip about. clearly, my mom knows, and i’ve heard something minor about your father. . i just — don’t want things like that to cloud my judgment of you. i’d wanna get to know you from you.”

he swallows, trying to contain his thankfulness. “seriously?”

“yeah, i mean . .” you shrug shyly. “people don’t necessarily have many nice things to say about me or my family apparently. i guess you could say we’re two peas in a pod.”

“outcasts,” eren prys in a small joke.

“complicated, whatever. misconceptions everyone makes when they don’t know shit. if i get to know you, and get what i think we want to get from each other, and it turns out to be great or goes completely to shit? then that’s for me to decide when i’m ready.”

“you’re absolutely right,” he sighs. “i fuckin’ hate this town sometimes. i’m twenty-three ‘n i feel like i'm stuck here. i just wanna run away and start a new life.”

“i feel the same,” you weakly smile, thoughts flashing around in your head. “this doesn’t feel like home anymore. the community is perfect exterior-wise, but deep down everyone’s a little demented. and believe it or not, my life is miserable. my father’s too overbearing, my mom's sick. they have these high expectations of me, like going to college and honoring the family’s name. but, i’m starting to realize it’s not what i want anymore. i’m only doing it to please them. my father legit made me take a year off just to make sure i’m fully prepared for college.”

“has your father always been strict like that?” eren switches with you as more people make way on the floor, facing south now. the star lights hung on the ceiling setting the mood as more love music played.

“since i was a kid, yeah. he’s always had these values he believed we should uphold. ‘keeping’ the families guidance, child’ he would say,” eren watches you chuckle dryly, his jaw clenching. “often times i wonder why my mother married someone like him when she’s the complete opposite. i’m guessing he was different when they were younger. sometimes i think i ruined their love.”

“don’t think that, ꒰♡꒱,” hearing your name come from him made you squeeze his hand tighter, oddly feeling comforted. “whatever problems they have aren’t because of you. they decided to bring you into this world, therefore it’s their job to raise you to be the best you can be. and i think you’re great, and you can think for yourself and do whatever you want with your life.”

“thank you, eren.”

“mhm,” eren searches your face continuously, memorizing every detail of expression. for future notes. “do you think he’s so hard on you because he never got the opportunities you have? or ‘cause, you know, you’re his only girl?” eren asks.

instantly, you nod. “yeah, that’s definitely it. he’s afraid to make a mistake. granted, he’s made a few already. no parent is perfect, but it’d be nice if he’d see me as the adult i am now and not just his baby girl. or perceive me as this sweet little church girl whose only values in life are to please her parents and have awards to hang in the house to boast about when we get visitors.”

“that’s gotta be hard, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. i’d also be the first in my family to attend college. i got offered a scholarship to brown, which is why he has me studying till i bleed. figuratively, of course.”

“wow, an ivy league. that’s big.”

“thanks, i’m a genius,” you roll your eyes sarcastically. your hands drop from his neck, entwining your right hand with his left, eren wrapping his arm around your waist as you two dance that way. “your hands are really soft.”

“all that butter i be churnin’,” he cackles. his face grows serious once more, and yet again you’re unable to read him. “listen, so . . i w’na tell you that i really am drawn to you. i like you, ‘n i’d like to get to know you. who knows, maybe one day we can run away together from our lives here, some cliché shit like that.”

“i . . yeah. i really wanna get to know you, too.”

“ooh, you likin’ me?” he flirts.

you can't help but give him a small smile, your cheeks flushing slightly. this lovesick feeling you get around him was something you’d only read about in novels hauled up in your bedroom to escape reality. it felt nice.

"maybe i am. what if i am?"

"i like the sound of that," he replies, his voice a soft murmur just above your ear. "i like it a lot, actually."

you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the closeness making your heartbeat quicken. you try to tell yourself that it's just the dance, just the music, that's making you feel this way, but deep down, you know it's more than that. something about eren, something about the way he's looking at you right now, is stirring up feelings you haven't felt before.

“you know," he says, his voice low and intimate, "would it be too early for me to ask to kiss you?”

and that followed up with more forbidden kisses. the two of you tried to see each other four days out of the week, of course, sunday’s being off limits. you’d run to the market for your mother and spend most of your time at eren’s farm feeding the animals and helping him work. making up an excuse when your mother asked why you took so long. the two of you decided it was best to keep your relationship private from both your mother and father until the time was right. there are nights when you would sneak out when your parents were sleeping to make out in the back of his pickup truck under the stars.

play fighting in the lake, writing each other love letters, running into his arms whenever you saw him while he spun you around and held you tight. every moment spent with him felt like a novel. every kiss feels like a risk, every touch like a secret act of rebellion. living a double life pretending to be just friends. the intimacy of stolen moments you share is like a secret language, a bond forged by the very secrecy that threatens to keep you apart. a month into the relationship, eren surprised you with a date at the same ranch where you shared your first dance. decorating the back of his truck with blankets, pillows, and tons of snacks for a drive-in movie casting on the back of the ranch. he made love to you for the first time that night.

pastor kain and most of the god-fearing parents in this town knew that eren had a reputation for being rowdy and a sweet talker with the girls. he’s not necessarily someone they’d see their daughter for. and eren will admit he’s made some poor decisions in life, but that didn’t make up for who he was deep inside. nobody knew him. they only knew the surface level of what was spoken of him and his family. the yeager's. eren practically runs the farm that’s in his mother’s name, working his ass off every day while his father wastes himself in heavy liquor on the living room couch. he could’ve left a long time ago, but his attachment to his mother and what she built refused to let him pull away.

his father made a few public appearances that tarnished their family name further. altercations with good people in town for giving him dirty looks or speaking with ill intent on his son. a father forever, but a horrible dad through and through. his reputation already ruined eren’s. a lot of people assumed he’d be exactly like his father; a drunk, and an abuser. his mother going without peace in a horrible fight between the two causing her heart attack. eren hates that he can’t let him go, having a few nasty fist fights himself. maybe he’s hoping he’d get better one day and be someone. but that was far from what will happen.

eventually, you and eren sneaking around had to end when word got out about it through your father’s church; an older woman calling you a slut and stating that you’ll be no good dealing with a yeager. it’s clear they were truly disliked in this town full of idiots and sinners themselves. ‘holier than thou, up their asses, pretentious dicks!’ is what eren had to say about it. you and your father had one of the worst arguments of your life. a total scream fest when he found out.

eren sat outside in his truck, anxiously bouncing his leg, eventually exiting to pace around on your porch. you come out with tears streaming down your face, eyes red and puffy. eren falls apart, cooing ‘awe, baby’ before embracing you into a tight hug, his strong arms burying your face into the warmth of his chest.

“he just doesn’t understand. i don’t get why he doesn’t understand,” you choke on your sobs, eren brushing a hand down the back of your head, kissing it after.

“let me talk to him,” eren suggests, and instantly you’re disagreeing, backing away and trembling.

“no, eren. i told you, nothing we can say will get through to him. he’s fuckin’ hopeless!”

“kain, stop it!” your mother’s frantic voice could be heard shouting at your father from inside, glass being thrown out of anger.

the blood flows through eren’s veins viscerally, an intense feeling settling within him, bringing back memories of his own mother. the booming voices of his father and items being tossed, knocked down, or torn. without another word, he’s rushing into your home intending to set things straight. you panic, following his lead, unaware of what he is capable of when angry. you’ve never seen him on that level before. you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t put his hands on your parent, and he was respectful to show proper communication.

“eren!” your voice croaks, tailgating him as he approaches your father’s office where the commotion ensues.

“he’s corrupting our child! why can’t you see that?!”

eren stands tall, pulling you behind him protectively as he meets pastor kain’s accusing glare with unwavering determination.

“who told you to step foot into my home, boy?” pastor kain grits, your mother standing idly beside him, pain wretched over her face. your lips begin to tremble, hating seeing her that way. you never wanted this to be the outcome. you just wanted to love this man. why should you be punished for that?

“corrupting her?” eren chooses to ignore his statement and cut to the main issue. “sir, with all due respect, it’s not your decision to say who she can ‘n cannot be with. i have no intent to hurt her, which is exactly what you’re doing right now. we've made choices based on what's best for us, for our future. ‘n while those choices may differ from what you had planned, they are ours to make.”

“and who gave you permission to include yourself into my daughter's plans?” the man snarled, eyeing you as you sob behind eren aggressively. your cries paining eren’s heart. you were too broken to stand up for yourself right now. feeling like you’ve been doing that for your entire existence. it felt safe to have eren handle things for you.

“she did, because she’s an adult and i will marry her whether you give us your blessing or not,” his voice rises, tinged with a hint of defiance. the word marriage drives your father into madness. “i will never apologize for loving your daughter, for wanting to build a life with her. if that makes me a bad decision in your eyes, then so be it. but i refuse to let you dictate the course of our happiness.”

his gaze shifted towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and disappointment. the tension hung heavy in the air, the weight of their disagreement pressing down upon them. yet amidst the conflict, there was an undercurrent of love and concern, a testament to the complex bond that existed between father and daughter. your father holds a hand to his heart as if it’s torn, strolling around his brown desk to take a seat.

“you’re going to let him speak for you, ꒰♡꒱. speak to me like this? there’s no respect for me anymore?”

your sniffles are loud, removing your face from the middle of eren’s broad back to stand your ground, elevating your head and clutching his hand tighter. “i truly don’t know what else i can say to you, daddy. i’m not fond of the life you have planned for me. i will always be your daughter, but i can’t and will not be this little girl you want to have control over. i am an adult, therefore you have to treat me as such. i no longer want to attend college because of my own decision. it was always your dream, not mine. eren had nothing to do with these transitions. i am allowed to love whomever i please.”

the room falls silent as your parents stare at you, your mother placing her hands over her chest with loving despair. she herself has made multiple attempts to try and change her husband's point of view, but nothing surpasses. eren glances at you, eyes shining with adoration and protectiveness.

“it’s not that i won’t let you live your life. it’s that i don’t approve of who you’re trying to give your life to. what can he do for you?”

eren feels a sense of inferiority. “i may not come from wealth, but i am not a man of indolence. your daughter is a remarkable woman who deserves everything she wishes for. she knows her own mind ‘n heart, ‘n she's chosen me. ‘n i love her for that. i’m not belittling your concerns, but i can not, in good conscience, abandon the woman i love’ needs. we may not fit the mold you've envisioned, but i love her and will continue to whether you disapprove or not. i will provide for her, take care of her. she never has to lift a finger while with me.”

pastor kain’s face contorted in anguish, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world bore down upon him. he looked at you, then at eren, his eyes searching for some glimmer of understanding, some shred of compromise.

“oh lord, have mercy on us all,” with a heavy sigh, he turned away, his voice barely audible as he spoke. “you’ve made your choice clear, ꒰♡꒱. you’re choosing to leave the only home you've ever known, turnin' your back on the only family you've ever had. and for what? a fleeting romance with a man who can't even provide you with a stable future? someone rowdy with a poor excuse of a father? a flirt who can’t handle his greed for women? you want me to be happy for you? for this? he ain’t good for you, baby girl. and i will stand by that for as long as i breathe.”

that’s when all of you equally realized that no matter what was said, his opinion will remain one sided. admitting defeat as a whole. anything that was said completely flew over his head, and only his view mattered. it’s narcissistic, and bizarre. eren was baffled, in fact.

the waves of pain crash down on you, wishing he would just understand you, and be happy for you. to approve and give his blessings. to tell you that the man you’re in love with is good for you. eren holds you as your body grows weak, almost falling over. it’s clear the effect this had on you, and he fucking hated it.

“i just want you to . . you don’t even k-know him.”

he shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i fear for your soul, my dear.”

i fear for your soul. that haunted your dreams like nothing else ever had. it was by far the vilest thing you’d ever heard your father say to you. it made you cry for days on end. breaking your heart over and over again. weakening since the moment you’d packed your suitcase and said goodbye to your mother. you no longer saw your father as family. giving her a heartfelt embrace and kissing your home goodbye. four months later, your mother passed away. regret ached at you for not seeing her as much after you left with eren. you’d seen her only a few times after the horrible fight, spending the day with her as she gave eren an extreme apology as well as her approval. she prayed you’d forgive your father, to give him grace.

the last time you saw your father was at your mother’s funeral. and the look on his face remained the same towards eren; disgust. you still loved your father a great deal, but the respect no longer resides. you’d comfort him, check on him occasionally, but keep your distance to protect your peace. after your mother received a beautiful burial, you continued your future with eren. marrying in secrecy two months later. in the aftermath of loss, the two of you found solace in each other. amidst the grief and chaos, your love became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there could still be beauty. so, in a quiet ceremony surrounded by close friends, you vowed to spend the rest of your lives together.

as you exchanged rings and sealed your union with a kiss, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. for a moment, nothing else mattered except the love you shared, the future you would build together. a good thing that came out of this was eren’s father getting clean and giving him a letter from his mother he’d kept hidden on his own accord. a title for land she’d purchased just for him to do what he pleased. eren’s father held down the farm while eren decided to build your dream home on the new land. and he stood by his word.

it was hard for eren to forgive his father, but he appreciated that he wanted to be better. it’d never bring his mother back, nor heal the bruises on his heart, but it was something. once he built this home for the two of you, he’d never have to see him again. it seemed like both of you were running away from your father’s. it was scary how somewhat similar your situations were. you became acquainted with his father out of respect, helping with the farm to pass time as eren focused on building the house with his friends. it helped you clear your mind surprisingly, always adoring animals and gardening. it’s something you wanted to do once the house was ready as a hobby.

some days were really hard, grieving not only the death of your mother but the separation from your father. you felt bad for the many nights you cried in eren’s arms about it. luckily he didn’t invalidate your feelings. he constantly reassured you that everything you felt was natural, and he had no problem comforting you on your lowest days. and that if anyone understood the pain of losing a mother, it’d be him. he truly was your angel. who would’ve thought a man you’d met at a market one random day would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with.

eren spent an entire year and a half building a charming little cottage nestled in a scenic countryside setting out of town, about an hour. it’s a cozy, quaint structure with a warm, homey feeling. the exterior is made of white wood, front adorned by a wrap-around porch, blue shutters, and a few flowers in pots. the windows are large and welcoming, bringing in natural light and a lovely view of the surrounding landscape. he’d built your dream kitchen, tall windows overlooking the garden. a bathroom with a clawfoot tub and double sinks. and a library so you could read and write. he did it all.

you stood beside him, hand resting on the small of his back as you surveyed your new home.

"this is perfect," you whispered, voice filled with emotion as tears well in your eyes. “it’s everything i’ve ever wanted, eren. thank you.”

eren turned to you, his eyes shining with love and pride. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. the scent of your perfume mingled with the earthy aroma of nature filling his senses with comfort.

“i meant what i said, i'd do anything to make you happy,” he murmured, breath tickling your skin. he tilts your chin up, gaze locking with yours as he brushes a stray curl behind your ear, the tears falling down your brown cheeks. “you’re the most important thing in my life, and now we get to share this space, these memories, everything. together."

‎‎ 𐦍

a storm is raging outside on the day of your anniversary, and it only raises your anxiety for your husband currently working in this weather. you’d set up the dining area to surprise eren, spending hours in the kitchen to perfect the tastiest meal. you’d always be sure to welcome him home with a good meal after hard labor. talks of the storm have been on a loop, playing on the living room tv repeatedly. one of your worst fears was a natural disaster. for it to possibly happen today of all days felt like a big joke.

you’ve been trying to keep your mind off it, praying for eren��s safety while anxiously nibbling at your cross necklace. you’ve tried to contact him a few times, but gotten no response. assuming he was busy, you left it alone, knowing he’d get back to you as soon as he was available. service was probably terrible out there. within the next moment, as you set the oven to three sixty-five and placed the round cake pan in, the sound of the front door swinging open alerts you. you hear that familiar sound of house keys jangling, and your heart nearly combusts at the realization that your husband made it home.

the oven mitts come off, and immediately you’re bolting towards the living room; a sweet scent of roses wafting up from the extreme wind blowing into the house and the bouquet in his hand. “where you at, baby? i’m home!”

his voice calling out to you makes you giggle, echoing through the warm house. a few seconds later, you emerged from the archway, a smile beaming on your pretty face as you ran into his arms, eren chuckling as he caught you and your legs wrapped around his waist. kissing at his face in relief.

“baby, i was so, so nervous. the storms gettin’ worse by the day. i thought you were stuck somewhere. you weren’t answering your phone ‘n i got so scareddd,” you bury your face in the crook of his tatted neck, nearly sobbing as you clutch him tight.

it’s true, the weather was horrible. trees knocking down, power going out, roads blocked. it happened out of the blue. they’re saying a hurricane is a high possibility. why you’re finding out last minute? who fucking knows. unfortunately, he was on the clock today working at the plant, his highlighted yellow vest adorned on his shoulders as he stepped himself out of his dirty timberlands. luckily they were collectively told to head home early for safety reasons.

“oh, darlin’, i’m alright. my body’s intact,” he kisses your cheek. “i told you to stop watchin’ the news. it makes you more sensitive.”

he sets you down slowly, your bare feet hitting the ground while you pout up at him. your curls were tousled as if you'd just rolled out of bed, but you looked beautiful, breath catching in his throat actually. especially dressed up in this dark red two-piece set. cute ruffled shorts and a skimpy bra accentuating your every curve in a way that left little to the imagination. the swell of your ass, hips, and thickness of your thighs that touch swallows the material salaciously. your skin is smooth, always. scented with dewberries and magnolia.

“fuck, baby,” he breathed, voice low and husky as his hand slips down to grip your ass, spanking you hard as you squeak. “i like this on you. you look pretty.”

“thank you, baby,” your eyes sparkle with affection. “i wanted today to be special. i made dinner and all. but the storm had me shittin’ myself.”

“that’s why i gotcha these before the flower shop closed. well, i ordered ‘em ahead of time ‘n miss valerie let me pick ‘em up,” eren hands you the assortment of flowers in his hand, blooming red roses and cream calla lilies swarmed in black wrapping paper. you take them, adoringly jutting out your lower lip more. “happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

“you’re such a sweetie, rennie,” you lay your chin on his chest, leaning into him while looking up at him with puppy eyes. “thank you.”

“mhm hmm,” eren loses focus already, clutching the side of your face before leveling his neck lower to capture your lips in a searing kiss, bottom lip dropping to enclose your mouth with his.

the kiss is slow and filled with passion, eyes shutting in sync as you moan from his taste. he smelt like he’d done hard labor and the musk of his cologne he’d spritzed at six in the morning, but you loved it. every time. your fantasies just get more disgusting as you age. the heavy toolbelt that’s sliding down his hips, the white crewneck, slightly stained with patches of oil almost eating up his muscles, showcasing his tatted right arm and neck. wedding band around his finger as he holds your face to aggressively kiss your smaller frame. he’s forever hot.

the savory aroma of dinner wafted up from the oven, momentarily breaking the spell. with a groan, he reluctantly pulled back, eyes never leaving yours. "i smell food.”

"well, since you've gone through all that trouble, i showed my appreciation properly."

as you drag him towards the dining room, his gaze falls upon the beautifully set table, the flickering candlelight casting a romantic glow across the darkly lit room. confetti littered the surface, a whimsical touch that added to the celebratory atmosphere. a chilled bottle of wine sat in a silver bucket. he watched you slip on your oven mitts to retrieve the food you were keeping warm. eren surveys the spread, the tantalizing aroma of perfectly steamed lobster claws glistened with butter, while the filet mignon looked pink and juicy. his stomach growls with anticipation, only eating the lunch you packed for him earlier in the day containing birria ramen and pork dumplings.

“damn, you always do so well. good job, baby,” he marveled, heart swelling with admiration for your thoughtfulness. his praises making your face heat up. he does it so much you’re not sure if he realizes how it makes you feel. "everything looks so good. let me jus’ shower real quick ‘n we can dig in, yeah?”

“noo,” you protest. eren arches a brow. with a flourish, you poured two glasses, the rich red liquid swirling seductively in the crystal bowls. “love you like this.”

eren cracks a smirk, sucking his teeth in amusement. “you’re so dirty, girl.”

"you like it,” you raise your glass in a silent salute. “come eat. i need you thick.”

“shut it.”

you scream as he hits your ass playfully, sneaking behind you to kiss your cheek while you snort, eren pulling out your chair like a gentleman so you can sit, soon taking his adjacent to you. for the next hour the two of you enjoyed each other's company, laughing in faces, getting tipsy, love bites and sensual touching . . the usual. eren thanked you repeatedly for how good the food was, soothing old-school rnb playing soundly low in the background while he washed the dishes as you spread chocolate icing on the cake you baked. it was a moment of simple domesticity, a glimpse into the everyday life you’d built together. once the last plate was put away, your husband dried his hands and turned to face you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he watched you sip your wine while you spread the icing spatula over the cake, humming to the tune.

slowly, he approaches you, coming behind you and planting kisses along your neck, your hand dropping the spatula while your eyes falter shut. his kisses are filthy, his hands groping you to push your ass back onto the outline of his dick now hard in his jeans for a while. he slowly trails a hand up your throat to clutch, pushing you against the counter nearly bending you over fully.

you moan, rubbing your ass back on him as his hands roam over your body, a wine glass in your hand as you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. you reached beside yourself, fingers trailing lightly down his forearm where his hand slips in between your thighs, groaning on your skin as he rocks his erection against the shape of your ass. a delicate gasp falls from you, setting your wine glass down and hooking your arm behind yourself to hold his head in place.

“c’mere,” eren licks his lips, your skin prickling with heat as he guides you closer to him by your abdomen, spreading your thighs further apart to slot his fingers into your ruffled bloomers.

his teeth nip at your earlobe while he grunts and rolls the pads of his rough fingers against your clit, a cute sound emitting from your mouth. your jaw is agape, eren hissing when you tug at his hair the minute he’s sliding his middle fingers into your pussy, stretching you open as his thumb strums your clit, tugging your bloomers down to your knees with the hook of his thumb. instantly, you’re falling apart. moans breaking out in short whimpers and high gasps, grinding into his palm. eren arches over you, free hand palming the countertop which your hand rests over to grab for leverage, wedding bands touching, his breath heavy on your flushed skin.

"there we go, take it baby,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire and encouragement. he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to mingle with yours.

“babyy,” you’re whimpering, his fingers long and entirely deep inside of you. the loud squelch of your pussy fueling him.

eren’s fingers scissor and curl to hit that perfect spot inside you, your moans growing louder, hips rocking to match his rhythm. the dual stimulation of his fingers fucking you while he thumbs at your clit has your body trembling with anticipation, the wine in both of your systems heightening every feeling. the desperate clench around his fingers only increases his efforts, pumping his fingers faster and applying more pressure to your sensitive bud.

the sudden insistent knocking at the door shattered the intimate mood. you froze, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes shot open to glance at him, a mix of annoyance and concern etched on his features as you watch his jaw clench. he wants to ignore it, but the worry on your face tells him not to. he’s groaning.

“the hell could that be?" he muttered under his breath, your mind racing with possibilities. it wasn't uncommon for neighbors to stop by, but during a severe storm? you’d think everyone would be hauled up at home.

groaning yourself, you fix yourself up, scrunching your face from the uncomfortable feeling of wetness sticking between your thighs. wanting to stomp in irritation, you go to grab a soapy towelette as eren’s too busy licking you clean off his fingers while shaking your head and wiping his hand.

“do you think it could be the county police? maybe they’re checking to see if everyone’s safe,” you say, going to search for one of eren’s oversized hoodies to toss over your head and cover your body appropriately.

“could be. i heard a few people’s had their power knocked out. i’m hoping we won’t have to evacuate.”

eren takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever interruption awaited. with a reluctant sigh, he strode towards the front door once you were ready. as he unlocked it, he made sure to securely have a tight grip on it since the wind was ridiculous out. the last thing the two of you expected was to see a familiar face awaiting, going into shock as you see your father standing on the other side, his gaze sweeping over eren before settling onto you.

“pastor,” eren greeted him curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface. he steps aside, letting the man inside so he wouldn’t get knocked over by the raging winds. “come in if you must.”

eren shuts the door, standing tall next to you. he’s confused why he’s here, hoping his visit wasn’t a thinly veiled attempt to criticize his relationship with you once again. then again, it’s been three years since he’s personally seen him. of course you kept him in your life, just extremely briefly. you stand beside eren, feeling his tension and bracing yourself for an uncomfortable confrontation. pastor kain’s presence fills the room with an awkward heaviness, and you can almost sense the disapproval radiating off him in palpable waves.

“daddy, what are you doing here?" you ask softly, worry and curiosity inked in your voice.

as pastor kain stepped further into the house, his eyes roamed the space, taking in the evidence of you and your husband’s shared life together. the cozy living room, adorned with photos of you two, hinted at the love and connection you’d built. the faint scent of the dinner you had not long ago, a reminder of the domestic bliss you’d created.

“i was in the neighborhood and wanted to see my daughter. the storm’s really bad, and i got worried. hopefully i'm not interrupting anything.”

your eyes soften, smiling faintly. "thank you for doing that. i’m glad you stopped by. but you should be home. why were you out in this weather?”

“had to drop cherry off at the vet, she ain’t doing too good,” your father frowned, the mention of the dog he’d gotten a while after your mother passed makes you sympathize.

“oh, i’m sorry to hear that. she gon’ be okay?”

“can’t say for sure. she been havin’ a lot of stomach problems, uh . .” he quickly clears his throat as if to cover up his pain. you weakly smile, rubbing his arm.

“hey, no need to explain. i’m prayin’ she’ll be okay. it’s nice to see you, um . . eren and i were just celebrating our anniversary. would you like to join us for dessert?” you gesture towards the kitchen where a decadent chocolate on chocolate cake sits on the counter.

eren watched pastor kain’s expression closely, gauging his reaction to the invitation. when he hesitated, eren couldn't help but feel a flicker of irritation.

“sure, why not?" pastor kain replied gruffly, his gaze lingering on the cake before meeting eren’s eyes. "but just a slice, i shouldn't impose."

eren bit back a retort, choosing instead to lead the way to the kitchen. he motions for the two of you to take a seat at the dining table while he cuts a generous portion for each of you. it's silent until he comes back.

“here you go, sir,” eren says, handing him a plate with a warm smile.

“ ‘preciate you.”

eren nods formally, leaning against the counter, observing the interaction between you and your father with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“how’ve you been? i know last time i saw you, you were attending therapy. is that going well?” you ask.

“it’s been . . difficult," pastor kain admitted, his voice cracking slightly as he set his fork down. he rubbed the back of his neck, a sign of discomfort or perhaps guilt. "losing your mother was a blow, and then dealing with your decision to . . leave home. .”

he trailed off, gaze drifting to you before returning to meet eren’s eyes. there was a depth of sorrow in his eyes that he hadn't seen before, and for a moment, eren almost felt sorry for the man. the topic of your mother is still hard for you, eren coming over to sit beside you to entwine his fingers with yours to give you comfort.

“i miss her every day," pastor kain continued, his voice barely above a whisper. your heart aches to hear your father's admission, and you reach out instinctively to lay a comforting hand on his. despite your differences, you know the pain of losing your mother is something you share deeply.

"i miss her too, daddy," you say softly, voice thick with emotion. "every single day. but, she would want us all to be happy, and live life to the fullest. she told me so after . . everything.”

the thought of the altercation makes you all shift uncomfortably, hating that night. “we both care about you very much. i know things haven't always been easy between us, but . . i hope we can find a way to mend those bridges."

“that’s another thing i’ve been discussing with my therapist,” he sighs. “we talk about that night often, and somehow it still stirs something . . awful in me. though time has passed, i still don't approve of you disappearing with this man while giving me the short end of the stick with only minimal check-ins."

that makes eren flinch, feeling a sting of defensiveness rise within him. clenching his jaw, he stares intently at your father. just waiting for him to really try it. at this point in time, he gave no fucks about respect. eren knows you can stand up for yourself, but he won’t hesitate to set him straight.

"leaving wasn't easy for me, you know that, as i’ve said before. i loved mom so much, and i didn't want to abandon you. but i also needed to follow my heart and build a life with someone who accepts me for who i am. you’re still upset about us eloping, alright. but that doesn't mean our love is any less real. i mean, of all days, you really chose to do this today?”

“i’m not saying your love isn’t real,” pastor kain said, his tone softening slightly as he realized he was already upsetting you. it’s something he’s trying to work on. he sighed heavily, running a hand through his gray hair. “i just miss my little girl. the one who used to sit on my lap during sermons, who helped me prepare for sunday mornings. you grew up too fast, baby girl. left me behind. for this man i barely know.”

your heart clenches at the raw emotion in your father's voice, and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, getting irritated by your sensitivity. his words still sting, a painful reminder of the distance that has grown between you over the years. eren doesn’t appreciate the way he’s making you feel, easily getting triggered.

“forgive me for intruding, but i don’t appreciate the disrespect you have towards me or my wife.” eren budges in, his intervention catching you off guard. you face him with wide eyes, silently urging him to tread carefully. while you appreciate his protectiveness, you don't want him to further alienate your father.

"it’s okay, eren," you murmur, placing a calming hand on his chest. he looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“no, it’s not okay, ꒰♡꒱,” eren stops you. “i've grown tired of being disrespected 'n judged based on your father's misconceptions of me. you don’t know me because you haven’t tried to get to.”

a challenge simmers in the dark depths of his eyes as he stares at your father. “if you truly care about your daughter's happiness, then you should be supporting her choices, not tryin’ to tear them down with your outdated beliefs.”

“with all do respect, eren, she’s still my daughter.”

“actually, no,” eren jumps back in, his jaw clenching, a hint of steel underlying his words. “this is my wife, and this is our house. if you choose not to respect it then you can kindly see yourself outta that door. i don’t understand your mindset when it comes to knockin’ down your daughter's happiness, nor do i understand holdin’ me accountable for shit i did as a stupid kid.”

“that doesn't change the fact that you stole my daughter from me and married her outside of her faith. it goes against everything I've taught her. and you aren't even a christian, it’s not according to god’s plan."

“where is this even coming from?” you scrunch up your face in disgust, eyes piercing at him. “why are you still being like this after all these years?”

“i’m not tryin’ to cause an argument. i talked to god and realized i should come forward with issues that are bothering me, and find solace. and that’s what i’m doin’.”

“by still hurting me?”

“i’ll say it again,” eren cuts back in. “she’s my wife. put aside your religious beliefs and respect that as a man,” eren scoffs. “we may not have married under oath, but it happened. so deal with it.”

“i would respect you a lot more if you gave my daughter the proper marriage with her family. especially after her mother died. maybe i’d forgive all your other sins. this goes against her family’s unity,” pastor kain snarls.

“dad, enough,” your eyes squeeze tight. he’s ruining your day. “this is getting out of hand now. .”

eren pinches the bridge of his nose, ready to swing at this point. "pastor kain, i understand that my past mistakes have given you a reason to doubt me. but i'm not that same reckless kid anymore, clearly. i've worked hard to build this home for us ‘n keep it. everything i’ve done from the moment i met her to now, has been for her. so here’s what’s gon’ happen. you either start respecting your daughter’s choices and accepting me as part of this family, or you can kindly remove yourself from her life. because i won’t tolerate disrespect towards her, especially not in my home.”

as eren speaks, you instinctively reach out and intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the warmth and solidity of his touch. pastor kain’s expression remains stoic, but you sense a crack in the armor of his rigid beliefs. perhaps, just perhaps, eren’s sincerity and your own steadfastness are beginning to chip away at the walls of resistance.

“and if you can’t accept me, then maybe it’s time for you to reexamine your own faith and values. because the way you’re treating your daughter, i wouldn’t say it’s christian of you at all. so i implore you, for her sake, let go of your preconceived notions.”

the air goes quiet for a while, eren staring at your father blankly while you gather your thoughts and caress his hand. it doesn’t take long for your father to push back his chair, the wood slightly scraping the floor as he rises up.

“i apologize, to both of you. truly,” he swallows, bowing his head. “i’ve made plenty of mistakes i’m not proud of. the biggest one running my daughter away from home. i am trying to do better, i am. my old habits seep out unexpectedly. i think deep down my blessings were always with you two, i just have selfish tendencies. i am deeply sorry, eren.”

eren isn’t sure if this is a facade, or if the man is being genuine. his lips are pressed into a straight line, nodding once but having no more words. he’d accept it, but the matter of if he was willing to change and show proof remained.

“right,” he smiles weakly. “and i'm sorry to you, ꒰♡꒱. i’ve never meant to hurt you, granted i have many times. i will continue to repent for my sins. and i hope one day you can forgive me. i will let you two enjoy the rest of your day, i'm sorry to intrude.”

pastor kain gives one more smile to you both before turning his back away and heading towards the front door. you’re frozen in your spot, your heart telling you to bring him back because it wasn’t safe.

“we can’t let him go,” you turn to eren, anxiousness written all over your face. “eren, it’s really dangerous out there. what if something happens to him?”

eren sighs, leaning in to kiss your forehead before standing to follow behind him. his hand is on the nozzle of the door before eren’s speaking up, clearing his throat to rid the still pent up animosity.

“you can stay the night. i won’t let you travel in that storm.”

pastor kain breathed in. “no, no. it’s completely fine. i’ve already overstayed my wel—”

“i insist,” eren finalizes, blinking slowly. “꒰♡꒱ will lose her shit if you drivin’ in that. you know she’s terrified of storms.”

a few minutes pass and your father sits on the living room couch with eren making conversation, surprisingly. you can tell your father is trying to get to know him, and being respectful. you zone out for the most part, this day feeling long and getting to you. you decide to fix him a plate of leftover food you had and making everyone hot chocolate to ease the stress. it’s getting extremely late now, almost near midnight and your father grows tired.

“we can take the sofa. you head upstairs and get comfortable,” you smile at your father, eren glaring down at you as you hook your arm with his.

eren’s jaw tightens slightly at the suggestion, but he quickly masks his irritation with a polite smile. he knows it's the right thing to offer your father the bed, despite his own desires to share a more intimate space with you. the house was built specifically for both of your comfortability since the two of you had long decided kids weren’t for you, being satisfied without.

"that’s very kind of you, darlin’," eren says, his voice smooth and measured. “i think your father will appreciate that, huh?”

“mhm hmm,” you nod sheepishly. “there are clean towels and washcloths in the closet by the bathroom. we’ll be down here if you need anything.”

“think i’ll manage, baby girl. thank you.”

your father gives you a sweet hug and a delicate forehead kiss before smiling at eren and giving him a handshake. “thank you.”

“no problem.”

eren sighs deeply once he’s fully upstairs, grumbling, ‘gotta take a piss’ before he’s heading to the second bathroom around the hall. you gather extra blankets from the coat closet, cutting off the lights while snuggling into the pillow soft couch watching adult cartoons. it’s been a hell of a day, and you wanted nothing more than to ignore the horrible weather outside and sleep next to your man. the white noise of the staticky television nearly has you drifting off to sleep, that is until thirty minutes later you’re woken up by eren sliding next to you.

as the two of you settle in for the night, eren pulls you close on the cloud white couch, his strong arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, he whispers softly into your ear, “you alright, sweetheart?”

you can smell the body wash on his skin, his hair pulled back into a bun as he kisses your cheek and hums, bear hugging you. sighing deeply, you nuzzle your face into his neck, trying to block out the raging rain outside that’s stressing you out on top of current events. “i’m okay. today was really a lot. i’m sorry about that.”

eren furrows his brows. “now you know you shouldn’t be apologizing for him. he can’t control himself, n’ that’s not your priority. i meant what i said by protecting you from any n’ everybody that brings you negativity. i’m not with that. he needs to respect you, especially in this house.”

“as well as you,” you bat your lashes up at him, rubbing his chin. “i hate that he talked to you like that. after all this time, i thought he’d change. i knew deep down he still felt some way since he never brings you up when i visit. doesn’t ask me about us . . nothing. i guess it’s a start that he apologized? and made conversation? but to come here saying you w’na check on me, then proceed to disrespect us?”

eren sighs. “unfortunately, you can’t ever fully change a person. i’ll take the apology, but it’s g’na take a lot more than that for me to even consider him a father in law.”

you stare longingly at his face. “i am grateful that you stood your ground and protected us. that’s very attractive.”

eren grins. “you’re my wife, ꒰♡꒱. forever. ima always make sure you come first.”

graciously, you smile, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “thank you, baby. truly. you’ve been the most beautiful, kindest, loving person in my life. i love that you protect me, take care of me, provide and support me. i love you dearly.”

“of course, baby. i love you too,” he replies, smudging his nose against yours. “my sweetheart. you mean everything to me. you saved me.”

“stop,” you frown. “you’re gonna make me cry. yuck.”

eren nudges his knuckles against your chin with a click of his tongue. “cut that. you’re a strong girl.”

you hum, turning your head to look outside the window that faces the garden out back, the rain pouring heavier; clouds completely gray in the midnight. it was terrifying, especially hearing the wind beat against the shutters. you squeeze eren closer to you, your nerves getting to you more, goosebumps on your arms.

“what a helluva anniversary, huh?” eren speaks to distract you, leveling his face over yours to block your view of the outside. you smile at him, knowing he was aware of your fear.

you tsk, rolling your eyes. “man, from this scary ass weather, to my father’s bullshit . . i’m over it.”

“hm, over it? already?”

you pucker your lips questionably. “yeah?”

“it’s not over,” his voice barely becomes a whisper as he leans into you more, lips pressing against yours deeply.

“eren, i really want to, but we can’t. my dad's upstairs,” you giggle, pushing your face away only for him to grab you and pull you closer to his chest, throwing your left leg over his waist.

“i don’t care. fuck me.”

you gasp with a laugh, eyes bulging when you feel his dick hard and heavy on your thigh. “mister yeager, are you naked?”

“had no choice. my drawls upstairs and i ain’t puttin�� the dirty ones back on.”

“only ‘cause you wanna touch my coochie,” you laugh, gasping when his fingers begin tugging at your shorts, ass almost slipping out while the rest of his fingers delicately brush along your clothed clit. “w-wait. what if he hears. that’s g’na be so embarrassing.”

“ain’t he a heavy sleeper?”

“well, yeah, but—”

“guess you’ll have to train yourself to keep quiet,” he smooches your cheek, smacking your ass hard to tease you, and you lose immediately, moaning loud. he chuckles, your thighs parting to welcome him, mouth agape from the warmth his palms bring, igniting your skin. the blood rushes through you as heat encases your face the instant his hand wraps around your throat, bringing your face closer.

"didn’t get to finish touchin’ you earlier,” eren breathes heavily, his nose pressing against your neck as his lips glide to your collarbone. “it pissed me off."

“m-me too,” you whine when his thick tongue aggressively licks at your collarbone, a kiss following suit and continuing all over your neck.

"your pussy felt so good on my fingers," eren's hands massage over your thighs, purposely avoiding where you need him most. fingers swallowing the thickness of your thighs and the plush of your ass, smacking to get another reaction out of you.

"you're teasing," you whimper, rolling your head back while your eyes scroll. “fuck, you know how wet that makes me”.

" ‘fuckin ‘course i do,” his breath hitches again, moving his face to the other side of your neck, your hand gripping his bicep while grinding your hips to inch closer to his fingers. he tastes your skin again, and it’s lewd, and loud. knowing how sensitive you were there, any intimate sound setting you off.

"stop. teasing."

eren’s pulling the blankets back, dragging you to stand up and firmly pressing your backside to his chest, just like the position he had you in earlier. staring down at you, he admires the deep red of the set you wore for him. it complements your brown skin perfectly, drawing attention to the fullness of your breasts and the swell of your hips. your thick, curly hair tumbling down your back in soft waves, framing your heart-shaped face and accentuating your plump, inviting lips. he pulls the bloomers completely off, your painted toes stepping out of them, twitching from any touch he gives you.

“you’re so perfect,” eren whispers, guiding your head back to lie on his chest so you can look up at him, his mouth enclosing around yours to kiss you upside down. his chin holding you still. “you turn me on so bad.”

you bite your lip, looking up at him with hooded eyes as he holds you in place, a strong arm wrapped around you to keep you pinned to his firm chest. the heat of his skin seeps into yours, igniting a fresh spark of desire within you. you can feel his dick pressed against your lower back, evidence of how much he wants you. you shift slightly, grinding yourself subtly back in a silent invitation. your nipples harden under the sheer fabric of the bralette when his hand comes to play with them, straining towards his touch. you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue dances with yours. the taste of you mingles together, a heady aphrodisiac that makes you crave more. you moan softly into his mouth, surrendering yourself completely to the moment and to him.

turning slightly to the side, you detach your lips to spit into your hand, kissing him again as you stroke his dick beside your thigh, his hands embedded into your hips. his dark brows knit, your hand twisting to his liking as he holds your entire face with both hands, groaning low while brushing his lips amongst your own. his teeth go to pull down the strap of your top, latching his mouth onto the skin of your soft tits, jaw widening to suck on the flesh with tenacity.

"can't get over how good this looks on you," eren hums, keeping the other strap on your shoulder for appearance. he spanks your ass again, and you stand up straighter, turning to face him.

“you really like it?” you ask shyly.

his gaze roams over your body with undisguised hunger. “baby, i fuckin’ love it."

it makes your face hotter, slowly twisting in your spot to try to keep your composure. you hated when you felt intimidated by him as if he was some sort of stranger.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he noticed instantly, cupping your chin before kissing you. “show me that bad girl i know.”

a coy smile twitches at your lips, eren urging you to hurry with a hand smoothing onto the top of your head as you lower to your knees. he grips your hair dominantly, forcing you to keep your eyes on his. the sight is undeniably godly. he looks almost worn out, shoulders hunched under the weight of a long day's labor, and the marital instinct inside of you wants to make him feel better. his dark hair is mussed, easily falling from the hair tie wrapped in the follicles. there's a rugged attractiveness to his features; the strong jawline, the piercing gaze, the hint of stubble along his chin, the desire in his eyes. scattered across eren’s right arm and neck is a plethora of dark ink, artistically gothic, straight out of a fantasy novel. none of his tattoos had deep meanings. he liked what he wanted and that was all, using his skin strictly as an artist’s canvas. the only one that meant a lot to him was your name tatted across his wrist.

"tell me to open my mouth."

eren grunts, your sudden lead stirring something within his abdomen. usually, he’s the one telling you what to do. "open your mouth. now."

your lips part, obeying without hesitation. "stick your fingers in."

eren lays two fingers on your soft tongue, slowly stroking until he’s reaching the back of your throat to build up more saliva. you moan in approval, eyes watering but still maintaining eye contact. eren’s brows are knitted, dick hanging from the weight of it. he’s bending forward, spitting on your tongue and prepping your mouth, groaning gravely. you pull your mouth back from his fingers, salvia dripping down your chin.

“you always do that,” he chuckles, the roughness of it making you squeeze your thighs.

“ ‘cause you’re nasty,” you smirk, rolling your eyes. eren playfully does the same. “take my head and put my mouth where you want it."

“fuck, you’re so good at that,” eren comments, gripping your chin to give you a chaste kiss. “talkin’ so pretty.”

he keeps a firm hold on your scalp, curls tangled within his rough hands as he steadily guides you toward his dick, eyeing you darkly, back slightly bent so he can catch the view of your nose touching his stomach. you make sure to keep your eyes attached to his, dying to watch him submerge into ecstasy. he enjoys the control he has over you. you gag around him, and when he whimpers from the sensation, you can't help but grind in your position, the neediness itching at you. trailing your dominant hand between your thighs, you use two of your fingers to spread your lower lips apart to collect your juices before sinking them into your soaked opening.

"oh my god," he notices instantly, choking on a moan as your nails dug into his thigh, moaning around him. he's breathing heavily, your teary eyes the trigger. pressure builds inside him now. he evokes a low growl, and his pace picks up even more, and so do your fingers. shifting your hips quicker. “i’m so proud of you, mama. you doin’ me so fuckin’ good right now.”

eren loses himself in the raw act of claiming your mouth, each brutal thrust forces a corresponding squelch from your stuffed lips, saliva and precum mingling in a lewd display of submission. you continue sucking, your moans vibrating around his shaft as you fuck yourself open for him, juices flowing freely down your thighs. eren's thrusts become more urgent, his grasp on your hair tightening.

“fuck, baby gimme your throat," he whispers, his hips driving forward aggressively. “take it real deep.”

with a deep thrust, eren hits the back of your throat and holds it there, the pressure building at the base of his dick. your eyes water, tears streaming down your cheeks as you hold your breath, never breaking eye contact, silently urging him on. your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the sheer size of eren's dick fucking your throat. you gag as he fucks your face steadily with his head tossed back, and through it all, you find yourself getting wetter at the depravity of it all. eren's neediness is arousing, his hips rocking into your mouth with so much lust. you can feel his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust, the sound echoing obscenely in the almost quiet room. the tv luckily drowned out most sounds. suddenly, eren's entire dick pulses and throbs within your throat, hot jets of cum erupting directly onto your tongue. you swallow, like he likes, gulping down every drop as he rides out his orgasm, finally stilling to catch his breath.

“fuck,” he wheezed, hips jerking as he carefully pulls his toned hips back to let you breathe, dick twitching and jumping, still hard and needing more. groaning when you kiss the tip and after, his happy trail. “that felt too good, sweetheart. c’mere.”

eren’s gaze locks onto your face, drinking in the sight of your gratified expression as he picks you up, sitting you on the couch as he lowers his head between your thighs. your knees are hiked up to your chest, your thumb hanging on the corner of your mouth as you stare down at him in bliss. his brain rewires every time he sees her; puffy, warm, and soaking just for him. the anklet you have shimmers as you chew at your thumb and gyrate your hips, waiting for him to touch you with a pleading whine.

he slides two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping pussy, pumping them carefully as he lowers his face to suckle your clit into his mouth. your quiet moans and cries spur him on, your hand going atop his head to guide him as he eats you out. your hips buck against his face, your body trembling beneath him, back arched and toes curled as he devours you. he's relentless, tongue flattening across your clit as he moves his head to apply pressure, lips kissing and swallowing your clit while his fingers twist and fuck into you. you're panting now, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer while your face screws up in pleasure, hating that you couldn’t scream the way you wanted.

"mmm, look at that pussy, baby. look,” eren’s grabbing the back of your neck to connect your forehead with his, forcing your gaze to look at the way his fingers move inside of you, soft tummy molding. “fuckk, she’s so sweet. clenching too tight. give her t’me. make it easy.”

sobbing, you nod your head against his, covering your mouth to muffle your moans as tears well. he curls his fingers just right, hitting that elusive spot far inside that makes your toes curl. grunting, he lowers his face back, burying it into your cunt feeling the scruff of his facial hair creating delicious friction against your sensitive skin. he’s opening and encasing his lips around your clit in iterations, sucking and licking hard, spanking your outer thigh while slicking his face up and down, your wetness lewdly known.

“ooo, f-fuckk, ba—by, agh!” the pressure builds, coiling tighter in your belly until you can't hold back anymore. you cry out, fisting at his hair and the fabric of the couch as you roll your hips harder on his mouth.

“you’re making such a mess, girl,” he talks against your pussy, swallowing down every drop you give him. spanking you repetitively, the act and vibration causing your thighs to clamp around his ears as your orgasm crashes over you. pleasure rippling through your body, your juices flooding eren's mouth as he laps at you greedily, prolonging your bliss.

the shivers come from every part of you, your legs, your arms, and the breath on your lips. wanting to cry from how good it felt along with the frustration of not being able to scream. eren comes up to kiss you, muttering ‘go ‘head’ to let you scream into his mouth, grunting and moaning altogether from the intensity. your legs unable to stop shaking. he’s giving you open mouth kisses, your sounds stirring something sinister within his dick as you suck on his tongue, tasting yourself and groping at his waist to bring him closer to you.

“atta girl,” he pecks your lips one more time before pulling you to stand again.

eren turns you around, bending you forward as your thighs press tight together, holding your body up by your forearms pulled back. your upper body hangs, tits threatening to spill from your bralette. eren’s hair is long in his face now, positioning his hips so his dick can slide easily into you without the extra support. a low groan rumbles in his throat when his wish is granted, and you take him full. a ring of white shadowing around his dick with your cream, breathlessly whispering ‘yeah, fuck’ under his breath. feeling his dick makes you whine, shifting your ass back, greedy for more. this feeling never gets old.

“fuck, yes. squeeze me just like that,” he rasps, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward. you gasp from his roughness, tilting your pelvis to take him fully. the tightness making eren blow a raspberry before throwing his head back. “goddamn, mama.”

“p-please,” you beg, moving your ass back as much as you could, not having much power over strength at the moment. “need it, baby. fuck me.”

there was no need for that since he already had the intention of fucking you numb. shifting hips waist, he's rolling into you with ease, your ass clapping back onto his abdomen as he lets out a disgruntled noise that's loud enough to wake the entire house. you squeak, his thrusts rough and steady, fucking you good while keeping you still. heaving, your body falls back into his weakly, having no control over how he wants to use you. thighs adding pressure onto your clit as you mindlessly bounce back on his dick that's splitting you open.

"b-baby. . . too loud," a small panic drawls out, leveling your head to avoid blood rushing to it. eren scoffs, slowing himself momentarily to bring his face by yours.

“i don’t give a fuck, this my house,” he rasps, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your jawline. “do you want me to make you cum or not?”

he assumed you crying was the answer, responding with ‘mhm’ as a ‘that’s what i thought’. his dick twitches inside of you, eren doing his best to keep his composure, but you make it nearly impossible. he's pistoning in and out, watching you coat his dick sweetly, voice laced with lust as you spasm around him and cum unexpectedly. he groans while listening to your cries that ripple brokenly, pounding depravedly as pleasure courses through both your veins.

“it feel good cummin’ on my dick?”

“yess, ‘ren. c-can’t stop cummin’, baby.”

“gimme some more.”

you bite your lip hard to stifle the scream threatening to spill, fingers curling into fists as you fight to maintain restraint. sweat beads on your brow from the exertion of keeping yourself still and silent under his relentless onslaught. the coil of tension in your core winds tighter and tighter, orgasm just out of reach. just when you think you can't hold back any longer, eren shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. now, the head of his dick is kissing that sweet spot within you with every mean, intended stroke. a strangled gasp escapes you unbidden as that warm feeling bursts once more, convulsing helplessly in his hold, muscles clenching wildly around his dick as you struggle to muffle your cries behind clenched teeth. your hand pushes at his waist as a signal for some form of relief, moving your body forward.

“where you goin’,” eren’s yanking you back the moment you try to escape, locking your wrists in his one hand, the other gripping your waist to continue fucking you back onto him.

“erenn,” your voice cracks, your vision blurring from the intensity. a hiccup falls, your head hanging low as he grounds his dick all up in you. you hear yourself squelch, his sharp hips interacting with the softness of your ass that recoils back. your hands struggle in his hold, crying at the deadlock. but it felt so, so damn good. “f-fuck you. oh my god, fuck you, baby.”

eren tongues his inner cheek with a snarky chuckle. “that just makes me w’na fuck you harder.”

the stamina he has gives you a headache sometimes, unknowing of when you end up flat on your stomach lying on the sectional part of the sofa. eren notches the head of his dick between your folds to gather more of your slick before sinking back in, sheathing himself entirely, balls flattening on the curve of your ass. the solid warmth of his body blanketing yours, wrapping his bicep around your neck while he grabs onto the armrest before you two, rolling his hips and dropping his dick into you.

“no one’s ever g’na do the shit i do to you,” he sloppily french kisses behind your ear, voice growing weak, panting heavier.

“mhm mm,” you agree without words, breaking out to follow the rhythm of his hips.

“your so pretty. say it. tell me you're my pretty girl.”

tears prick at the corners of your eyes, face flushed, and arousal coiling hot and heavy in your belly, responding greedily to his every action.

"i’m your pretty girl,” you gasp weakly, voice barely audible. your nails dig into the cushion as you writhe helplessly, full with his heavy dick and held immobile by his superior strength. every ruthless drive of his hips forces the air from your lungs, making you feel floaty.

a choked sob escapes him as he sinks everything into you, your fingers clawing frantically at the upholstery. you try to bury your face in the cushions to muffle your noises as he splits you open, each powerful thrust getting a singular sound from you, but eren had other plans. his big hand covers your mouth, continuously french kissing your neck as he grunts by your ear and rambles the filthiest things. your body does what it’s trained to; react. you cry in his palm, pussy fluttering around him as you cum for what seems like the tenth time, squeezing his dick like a vise. trembling violently beneath him and it takes every ounce of self-control he possesses not to let loose the feral growl building in his throat, knowing it would alert your father of your illicit activities. instead, he grits his teeth and redoubles his efforts, fucking into you his hardest to pursue his own release.

“eren,” even in your lightheaded state you begin to worry. his skin clashing obscenely loud with yours makes it hard for you not to scream after every nasty pound. you can feel him in your stomach, eyes rolling back into your skull as your mouth drops open, gasping in fragments.

“shut that shit up, ꒰♡꒱.”

whining pathetically, you let him use you as he pleases simply ‘cause there’s no room for bickering. all coherent thoughts flee, leaving only primal instinct and the desperate need for release. with a muffled grunt, he buries himself to the hilt and cums inside you, his grip on your hip tightening almost painfully as he thrusts out every hot drop, shuddering while grinding against your ass to prolong the sensations.

"holy fuck," his voice cracks, rumbling as he hits your ass again and again.

eren slumps heavily atop you, both of you panting and twitching in the aftermath. he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're draped across his chest rather than crushed beneath his weight. one large hand strokes lazily up and down your spine as the other tangles in your wild curls, holding you close as he tries to catch his breath.

"you did so well, love," he praises softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and rubbing on you soothingly. "you're a good girl, i love you so much.”

his voice is warm and approving, filled with the kind of affection that makes your heart swell with happiness. in this moment, cocooned in his strong arms and basking in the afterglow, nothing else matters. this anniversary was just one of many. you were worn out, drifting off to sleep without responding, but he knew you felt the same. eren managed to clean you up in your sleep, dressing you with his hoodie again and snuggling under the warm blankets for the rest of the night.

the following morning, you awake to the smell of brewed coffee and pancakes. wiping your eyes and yawning as you make your way towards the brightly lit kitchen, needing to soak in the bath since you can barely walk. finding your father and eren cooking together while listening to the radio broadcasts. it was the most shocking sight seeing them bond. your father flipping buttery flapjacks and your husband fixing the garbage disposal since something got caught in it. your heart blossomed nonetheless, thinking that this is all you wanted all along. this was the best gift.

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— summary: rafe cameron falls for the preachers daughter.

— warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, hand riding for like a second, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), soft!dom!rafe, innocent!naïve!reader, i think that’s it.

— note: this request was amazing. i love love rafe & innocent!reader, it makes me feel some type of way 🥹 this is kind of a long one, enjoy<3 likes, comments and reblogs are SO appreciated!!

❥ preachers daughter— r.c

Rafe wasn’t sure when his obsession with her started, all he knew was that he wanted her, wanted to ruin her.

He remembers the first time he had ever saw her, it was an early Sunday morning, his father had decided to drag him to Sunday morning service, something Rafe had never imagined himself going to…

… But man, was he glad he did.

He remembered every small detail about her from that morning. She was wearing a long green, floral dress that fell well past her knees, she had a white sweater pulled over her upper half, and a pair of beige strappy heels. Her hair had been done in loose curls, a soft white bow tying it up into a low ponytail, making Rafe blush at the innocence that emitted from her.

The smile that graced her beautiful lips had made Rafe grow painfully hard, having to excuse himself to the restroom to readjust himself.

Rafe had pushed her into the back of his mind though, knowing that a woman like her would never be with a man like him.

She was his polar opposite; pure, kind, without any obvious flaws. Whereas Rafe was impure, violent, and covered in issues from head to toe.. You could thank his father for that.

Rafe knew he didn’t stand a chance, so why, and when, did his obsession with her begin? Why had he caught himself following her around town, watching her every move? Why had he found a way to place a tracking device on her car, his possessive need to know where she was at all times pushing him to do such a crazy thing.

Why had he found himself beating the shit out of any man he’d seen talk to her? Why did he care so much? She didn’t even know he existed, yet, he found himself quite literally stalking her, obsessing over her, vowing to himself that he would protect her at any and all cost.

Rafe had continued following her for months before he had finally decided to make his move on her. He’d quickly picked up on her schedule, learned all of her favorite places to shop, eat, where she loved to do her Bible studies.

After six months of constantly following her and learning all he needed to know about her, he had decided it was finally time for him to make his move, make her his.

He was parked outside of the small coffee shop she frequented regularly, watching as she sat at a table, flipping through the pages of her notebook, taking small sips of her coffee order.

He loved that she was completely oblivious of the man who had been watching her for months, in his mind it proved that she did need him in her life, she needed him to take care of her, protect her, teach her to be more aware of her surroundings.

Rafe’s head snaps up when he sees her stand from her spot, gathering her books and pens, pushing her chair in and making her way to the front door.

He quickly hops from his truck, rushing across the street, his plan to make a move being set in motion.

She pushes the door to the coffee shop open, her head hung low as she stepped through the threshold, making it easy for Rafe to step in her way, lightly bumping her and causing her head to snap up.

“Oh, i’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention”

Her face is flushed red, her voice soft, angelic.

The corners of Rafe’s lips quirk up slightly, a small smile on his face as he looks down at her small figure.

“Not a problem, I should have said something. I’m Rafe, and you are?”

He extends his hand out for her to take, to which she quickly complies, placing her small hand in his.

He places a soft kiss to the back of her hand, her breath catching in her throat at the action. She wasn’t sure what to think of the man in front of her, she’d never been greeted like that by anyone.

“I-I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you, Rafe”

“Y/L/N? As in Pastor Y/L/N?” Rafe asks, his eyebrow quirked up as he played his part well.

She smiles, her eyes sparkling at the mention of her father. He attends her church? Why had she never seen him before now?

“Yeah, that’s my dad! You go to our church?”

Rafe chuckles, an amused smirk laid on his lips, “Yeah, sometimes. My dad started making me go a few months ago, i’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before now”

He feels himself growing painfully hard when he hears the angelic laugh that falls from her pretty mouth, her eyes lit up as she carefully pushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Church not really your thing?” She asks, her lower lip brought between her teeth as she smiled up at him.

“Not really, but hey, your father sure knows how to get you into it huh?”

She shifts herself on her feet, readjusting her books in her hands, “Yeah he’s great, he loves what he does”

Rafe notices the large books in her arms, how she continues to shift and adjust them. “Want me to grab those for you?”

She glances down at the books in her arms, and back up at Rafe, his bright blue eyes making butterflies erupt in her stomach, “Uh, sure. Thanks” She smiles, handing him the books and looking toward the ground.

“You wanna ride home?”

She pauses for a moment, her mind drawing a blank as her palms became clammy. Why she was so nervous? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because he was making her feel things she knew was wrong, maybe it was because she knew better than to get involved with a man without her father’s permission, but something about him made her want to take the risk, break her own rules.

“Sure, that’d be nice. Thank you”

And just like that, Rafe’s plan was falling into place. He had gotten her attention, gotten her to trust him so easily. He loved how naïve she was, how innocent she was, and as much as he’d love to take it slow with her, he felt he’d taken it slow enough, waiting, watching, protecting her for months, even if she didn’t know it.

He had to have a taste of her, had to break her of her innocence, and he needed to do it now. He needed her to be his, and only his.

Everything had began moving quickly, Rafe had driven her to his house instead of hers, his lips finding hers in an instant, pulling her from the passenger seat and into his lap.

She was unconsciously grinding herself over his bulge, her hands running over his buzzed hair, his hands tightly gripping at her hips as his tongue explored her mouth.

Her breathing was ragged, hands trembling as she continued pressing herself into him. She wasn’t sure what she was doing or why, it was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right.

“Rafe” she tries to speak, her words being swallowed by him. He presses his hand flat against her lower back, pushing her further into him as he continues his assault on her mouth.

She plants her palms on his chest, pushing herself back, her back pressed firmly against his steering wheel.

She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she tries to calm her breathing.

“This- This is wrong. We don’t even know each other, we- I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married, I can’t- We can’t-“

Rafe shushes her softly, his thumb running across her bottom lip as his blue eyes burn into her, “Shh, Shh. It’s okay, angel. There’s nothing wrong with this, trust me?”

She sighs, resting her head on his chest, the tears that had fallen from her eyes soaking the fabric of his shirt.

“I-I trust you, but- But this isn’t right, Rafe”

Rafe runs his hand down her side, placing it on her clothed thigh and squeezing lightly, pulling a small squeal from her lips.

“What isn’t right about it? I can teach you things, make you feel things, I promise you’ll love it”

Rafe had his mind set, he was prepared to break her, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. He knew a girl like her, so innocent, so naïve, was bound to break under the pressure.

He could tell she was curious, curious as to what it felt like to be touched by a man, to give her full self to someone, and he wanted to be that person, he needed to be that person.

He was in too deep with her, too obsessed with her. The way she looked, how angelic her voice was, the way she looked wearing clothes that hid even the most innocent parts of her body from the world. He needed her to be his, she would be his.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s go upstairs, and I promise i’ll take good care of you. Do you trust me?”

She brings her bottom lip between her teeth, an action that was so innocent to her, but it drove Rafe crazy. He could feel the blood rush to his cock, making him grow uncomfortably hard beneath the fabric of his jeans.

She gasped when she felt his hard-on pressed into her thigh, an amused smirk playing at Rafe’s lips. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, you’re so beautiful, let me show you just how beautiful you are. You deserve to be touched, to be made feel good. Don’t you want that?”

A simple “okay” was all she could manage to breathe out, her breath hitching in her throat when she felt him place his hands on her ass, gripping at it tightly.

“Okay what sweetheart? I need you to tell me what you want”

“I-I want you to touch me” She says softly, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, but Rafe had heard her clearly.

He quickly shoves his car door open, his free hand gripping tightly below her ass, keeping her tightly wrapped around his torso.

He gently sets her down onto her feet, shutting the truck door and grabbing her hand, pulling her to the front door of his house.

Rafe wastes no time, pulling her inside and locking the front door and dragging her to the spiral staircase that led upstairs.

Once they reached the top he pulls her into his room, shutting and locking the door. His lips instantly find hers again, the feeling of her lips against his pulling a groan from him. Her lips felt like home to him, warm, and safe- Something Rafe had never felt in his entire life.

He wraps his arms around her waist, his lips consuming hers as he pushes her back flush into his bedroom wall. He runs a hand up her side, his fingers pushing the hem of her shirt up, exposing just the slightest bit of flesh to him. He lightly grazes his fingers up the length of her side, his fingertips finding her bra.

He unclasps it in record time, running a hand up her arm and sliding one strap down her shoulder, moving to the other side and copying his actions until the flimsy fabric fell down her chest and onto his bedroom floor.

He pulls his lips from hers, his deep blue gaze on her face. He burns the image of her current state into his mind, her lips swollen and slightly parted, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to steady her breathing. He loved that he was the one who’d made her like this, loved that he was the one who had her craving more of his touch.

“You wanna take your shirt off princess?” He asks her softly, his thumb swiping across her bottom lip, his other arm still tightly wrapped around her waist.

“Y-Yes”

Rafe grins, pulling his arm from her waist and watching as she brings her hands down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her cheeks instantly turn a bright shade of pink, her arms flying across her chest to cover herself from him.

He lifts his hands, placing them gently on her arms and pulling them down. “No don’t hide princess, you want me to see you. And you’re so beautiful”

She nods her head slowly, letting her arms fall to her sides. She felt her entire body heat up under Rafe’s stare, his eyes erratically scanning across her chest.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, bringing his hands up to softly cup her bare breasts in his palms.

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?”

He begins softly massaging her breasts in his hands, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching and pulling at them. He loved the expression that took over her face when he began playing with her sensitive buds, her lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as she panted.

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

“Y-Yes. Feels- Feels so good, Rafe”

Rafe hums in appreciation, dipping his head down to lick a stripe across both her breasts. She gasps loudly, her head falling back against the wall when he wraps his lips around one of the buds, sucking on it lightly before switching to the other side.

Her hands fly to the back of his head, nails lightly scratching through his buzzed hair. She lets soft moans fall from her lips, and Rafe swore he’d never heard anything so beautiful, so angelic. She was going to be the death of him.

He lets his hands fall, finding her waist and lightly tapping at her thigh, “Jump” he instructs, and she’s quick to obey, straddling him instantly.

Rafe carries her to his bed, letting her fall onto the soft mattress with a soft thud.

He climbs himself on top of her, his arms caging her into the bed. He steadies himself with one hand flat on the mattress, his free hand running up her side, a trail of goosebumps left behind on her skin from his fingertips. He cups her cheek softly, lightly rubbing his thumb across it.

“You want me to take your jeans off? Make you feel good?” Rafe asks, but he gives her no time to answer, his hand being removed from her cheek and finding the button on her jeans.

He swiftly undoes the button, pulling her zipper down slowly before he begins sliding the denim fabric down her legs.

Rafe sucks in a sharp breath when he sees her lacy white panties, an innocent girl like her wearing something like this?

“Fuck”

She blushes at his vulgar words, her breathing shaky as his fingers play with the waistband of her panties.

She lets out a shaky breath when his fingers push down into the front of her underwear, his fingers brushing against her clit, making her hips buck forward from the sensation.

“Rafe” She breathes out, her fingers tightly gripping at his bedding.

“You okay sweetheart?”

“We- We shouldn’t, oh!”

She tries to protest, tries to keep her faith and do as she knows she’s supposed to, but Rafe wasn’t having it. He runs his middle finger through her slick folds, pulling his hand from inside her panties and shoving the digit in his mouth.

He hums in appreciation, the taste of her on his tongue making the blood rush to his already painfully hard and throbbing cock.

“You’re so wet, so sweet. You know this is what you want, isn’t it baby?”

She feels the tears welling up in her eyes, letting a few stray tears fall. Did she want this? She didn’t understand what she was feeling, why she was aroused. She’d never felt like this before. Rafe had her mind racing, she did want this, she knew it was wrong, knew her father would be so disappointed in her, but why deny herself of this feeling when it felt right? Felt good.

She nods her head in response, pulling a small smile from Rafe’s lips. He tugs at her panties, pulling them down her legs and shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans.

He cups her bare cunt, his palm pressing firmly against her clit, making her whimper and squirm beneath his touch.

“You can move baby, make yourself feel good”

She whimpers, moving her hips and grinding herself against his hand. Rafe takes his free hand, his ringed fingers pressing into her thigh as he held her open for him. He removes his hand from her pussy, running a finger through her slick again, gathering her arousal on the digit before he slowly pushes it into her.

“Oh, Oh God!” She cries out, her back arching off the bed, pushing his finger further into her.

“God isn’t here sweetheart, it’s just you and me”

He begins slowly pushing his finger in and out of her soaked core, her velvety walls clenching around his finger. He curls his finger, hitting a spot inside her that had her toes curling.

“I-I, Oh Rafe”

Rafe smirks, adding another finger inside her. He quickens his pace, pushing them in and out harshly. She’s a whimpering mess, her orgasm so close he could feel it from how she was clenching around him.

“You can cum, it’s okay sweetheart, let it out”

She feels a burn between her legs, her belly growing tight as a feeling she’d never felt washes over her. She’s trembling beneath him, legs shaking, fists tightly wrapped around the fabric of his blanket as Rafe helped fuck her through her high.

When he pulls his fingers from her she lets out a small whimper, her body laying limp on his mattress, chest heaving up and down as she comes down from her orgasm.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” Rafe asks.

She sucks in a shaky breath, shaking her head. “N-No. Not bad. I’ve never… You know..”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow up at her, that damned amused smirk on his lips. “You’ve never had an orgasm before? I knew that sweetheart”

She hides her face in her hands, body heating up from embarrassment.

Rafe’s hands fly to hers, slowly pulling them down, his free hand rubbing softly across her cheek.

“Don’t hide, it’s okay. I want to teach you, I want you to feel comfortable with me, don’t you feel comfortable with me baby?”

She lets out a deep sigh, “Yes, I-I’m comfortable”

He grins, satisfied that he’d gotten her comfortable with him. He sits himself up on his knees, undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor.

“Do you wanna make me feel good sweet girl?”

She bites at her bottom lip, watching as he undoes the button on his pants followed by his zipper, the fabric sliding down his legs and leaving him in nothing but his underwear and his polo.

“Yes, I wanna make you feel good, teach me?”

Rafe brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip, sliding the digit past her parted lips.

She wraps her lips around his thumb, giving it a light suck, a raspy groan falling from Rafe at the feeling.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, gonna be such a good girl f’me, make me feel good, yeah?”

He pulls his thumb from her lips, sliding his briefs down his legs, his erection springing free and slapping just below his belly button. He notices the wide eyed expression on her face, her lips parted in a small ‘o’ as she stared at him.

“It’s okay baby, don’t be scared”

Rafe firmly grasps at his cock, pumping at it slowly, his free hand coming to the back of her head as he helped guide her down. “Put your lips on it baby, I got you”

She does as he says, her lips wrapping around the head first lightly sucking at his swollen tip. Rafe’s grip tightens in her hair, his hips bucking forward.

“Good girl, swirl your tongue around it a little, pretend it’s a popsicle or a lollipop”

She obeys, swirling her tongue around him, the precum that leaked from his tip making its way onto her tongue. She hums around him, the salty taste making her grow wet again.

Rafe slowly pushes himself further into her mouth, his breathing erratic as she takes him fully.

Her teeth graze at his shaft, making him jump back from the pain. “No teeth baby, hollow your cheeks and just move your head up and down slowly”

Her cheeks hollow, her head moving slowly up and down his length, small gags and whimpers falling from her with each push and pull, his head hitting the back of her throat with each push.

Rafe inhales deeply through his nose, his head thrown back in pleasure as she continues to suck and lick every last inch of him.

“Such a good fucking girl”

She feels herself grow wet from his praise, the ache between her thighs back, the craving for more of his touch growing with each passing second.

He tightly grips her hair when he feels himself twitching inside her mouth, pulling her off of him, her cheeks and chin stained with drool.

“Wanna cum inside you, do you want that? Want me to fill your pretty pussy up with my cum?”

She nods her head slowly, laying herself back and spreading her legs for him.

Rafe smiles widely, the innocence that once radiated from her now gone, and all because of him.

He pulls his polo over his head, discarding it on the floor and leaning himself down. He uses one hand to steady himself up, his other hand pumping at his cock and lining himself with her slick entrance.

“Gonna go slow okay? If it hurts, let me know and i’ll let you take a minute to breathe”

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except a small whine, the feel of his fat head pushing into her small hole sending a burn through her legs.

Rafe softly shushes her, “Shhh, it’s okay i’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

She blinks away her tears, nodding her head and sucking in a sharp breath. Rafe slowly pushes himself in more, using one hand to lightly stroke her cheek, trying to help her calm her breathing.

He pushes himself inside her fully, stilling his movements and trying to let her adjust to his size. She lets out a soft breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh.

“Can I move princess?”

“Yes, please”

Rafe begins to slowly thrust himself inside her, small moans and whimpers falling from her as she begins to rock her hips with his.

“You’re doing so good, my good girl”

She’s a whining mess, the pain replaced with pleasure making her toes curl, her head thrown back into the pillows as she focuses on the feel of each push and pull Rafe makes.

“Not gonna last long with you squeezin’ me like that sweetheart, you feel yourself squeezin’ me? Your pussy begging to be filled with my cum”

She lets out a whine, her bottom lip harshly brought between her teeth as she felt her second orgasm approaching.

“I-I think i’m close” she cries out, her hips bucking up and meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let go for me angel, i’m right behind you”

She clamps down around him, squeezing him tightly and sucking him further into her. His head repeatedly hits at her sweet spot, making her a whimpering, moaning mess.

“Gonna fill you up, give you my babies, don’t you want that baby?”

“Yes! Want you babies, wanna be a mama, please please”

She screams out a moan, her release bursting from her. She was trembling, tears staining her cheeks as Rafe fucked her through her high.

Rafe feels his thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he twitches inside her. He pushes himself to the hilt, stilling inside her as the hot ropes of his release spill inside of her.

He lets his head dip down, his face falling into the crook of her neck, his lips attacking the skin with hot kisses.

He pulls himself from inside her, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her further into his body, snuggling further into her and breathing in her scent.

“I’m so happy you’re mine now, all mine”

She smiles softly, her eyes drooping as she begins to breathe softly, sleep taking over her.

She wasn’t sure what she would tell her father, or how this would change her life, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her now was the man who had just completely changed her life, and how she was his, and he was hers.

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Judges Chapter 2 study 🖋️📖

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Like Raven Feathers

Intro: Riddle does something against the rules. And because of that, he'll fall from Heaven, oh he'll fall, just for you.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, Riddle's mom is mentioned, lots of religious whatever, bro's a simp through and through

A/N: Lookie what I whipped up with a random dose of motivation. Riddle's not even in my top five faves so I'm not sure why the first full fic I'll ever post is one about him. This has no effect on my Isekai'd Chronicles series update schedule, but it does share the same universe so go check it out if you're confused.

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Riddle has always lived his life by the Bible of the Church of Light. Every movement is according to scripture, and every choice is made under the guidance of his mother, the Saintess. Since she has the highest authority in Heaven and is the angel closest to the God of Light, surely she's correct in all that she does. Surely he's correct to follow her. He would keep his wings pure and abide by every rule; no one likes a fallen acolyte of Light.

In this little circle, he's safe.

He wakes up at sunrise every day and prays. He does as is taught to him: give his thanks for every blessing and apologize for every failure, for every sin, and for every wrong he's committed. Most days, he doesn't know why he's begging for forgiveness. Today, he does. "Forgive me, oh Lord of Light," Riddle mumbles piously under his breath. "I have done something unbecoming of your servant. I have developed…feelings, for a mortal nonetheless. I have given away the love that rightfully belongs to you. Please have mercy and forgive this poor soul."

He never says a word about repenting.

After ten minutes of prayer, he makes his bed, takes a bath, straightens out his feathers, and brushes his teeth. Then it's time to double-check all the items he needs for classes and ensure that he's done all the assignments necessary for each day. He has breakfast with the rest of his dormitory members after giving thanks to his Lord for the food. There's another prayer after eating.

Another careless apology leaves his lips.

Classes go by far too slowly for his liking. When he sits at the cafeteria for lunch, his blue-gray eyes search for the mortal that's been in his mind for far too long, far too often. They light up when he finds you.

There's you beyond his circle, just out of reach.

Riddle isn't shy when he asks you to spend lunch with him. When you agree with a smile, his heart seems to beat faster than before. Too fast for his brain to keep up with. He's short of breath around you; you make him unable to even think. He's like an electronic toy short-circuiting in water. That's what you are, after all—strange, unfamiliar territory he isn't allowed to traverse. But even the first angels fell to temptation, so who is he to be the exception?

You're the sweetest forbidden fruit.

He has to go back to class eventually, but he hates that he does. That's weird, that's wrong; he's Riddle Rosehearts, and studies should be his priority after his God. But his hand is out of his control when he doodles little hearts on the border of his notebook (why would he do that? It's so childish, so immature.).

After class, he sends you a text to ask you to study with him in the library. Alone, preferably, because your friends always raise a ruckus (that's the excuse he tells you and himself). He feels content, happy, when you show up by yourself. The two of you sit across from each other, and he reviews topics for you that he still remembers clearly from his first year. Riddle finds it fun. Perhaps some would call it tedious, but he thinks that you're a worthy use of his time. He gets paid by the way you pout when you're struggling with a question. He feels fulfilled when you smile that bright smile, all teeth showing, eyes squinted into crescents, when you claim to finally understand something you've been struggling with for a while. He thinks he can die happy in your arms when you hug him in excitement and thank him for tutoring you.

You trespass into his little circle.

He packs up too soon because you have some commitment with some other person; he's alone in the library now. He sees the way other people look at you. You're just so uniquely you; he understands they want you the way he does. It doesn't mean he'll relent his efforts to snake his way into your heart. You're something he desperately wants, needs, even.

He's envious of the way other people make you laugh. Riddle's never been the humorous type (do you like that type better?). He's too strict, too strait-laced. Maybe you don't think he's fun, or cool, or interesting. Do you even think of him at all?

He still can't touch you.

When he's back at the dorm, he spends the rest of his time buried in his assignments. Perhaps getting you off his mind is the best thing he can do today. He's unproductive when you're the only thing on his mind, so he buries you underneath mountains of schoolwork.

Why can't he reach you?

He lays in bed after another prayer. The same apology is said. He can't even bother to change it. At some point, he'll stop asking for forgiveness. Some time in the future, he'll only confess his love for you in his daily prayers without being sorry for it. Falling in love with a mortal is wrong. Praying insincerely is wrong. But you, you, oh, you're everything that's right in this sinful world. His mother will never understand him.

But the God of Light will.

Because he doesn't even know when it started, but you've become his light. He fears for the darkness that will swallow him when you're gone.

Don't choose someone else. Don't find someone else. Don't love someone else.

He'll leave his circle on his own.

And when the angel falls, he'll make sure he goes out with the most glorious fireworks.

With you.

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 5.4 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Basically, it's a rough night. Prompt: You promissed you'd get that moonflower, remember? This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 20: Bad Moon Rising

November 22nd, 1976 - Monday (Full Moon)

Kless had kept his promise, 3 days ago you had gotten a package from him, an old brown owl had delivered it, biting you sharply when you tried to take it from his beak, he flew off right after, just as you brought your finger to your mouth to try and lick the wound clean. You opened the thick envelope and found a small notebook –muggle by the looks of it– with an interesting black and white pattern and Damocles Belby’s name on a small square at the front. You opened it and started looking through hundreds of notes on werewolves. On the kind of food they ate, the effects it had on them and more. If you thought your research had been thorough, his was pretty much the bible of werewolves. He had also added a very in-depth research on the Moonflower near the end of the notebook.

A note fell from it as you flipped the pages: Your turn.

You stared at the information a little longer, entering an almost hyper-focused mode as you tried to learn a bit more about the Moonflower so you’d be faster to find it, that you barely realised someone had sat next to you until they spoke.

“What are you looking at luv?” Remus asked as he peered through his spot to look at the notebook you had on your hands.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you realised who the person sitting in front of you was. You froze, you couldn’t tell him it was a potions project, he was your godricdamn partner in that class. Freaking James Potter, you thought. “It’s uh… Kless lent me his notes for my herbology project.”

“Kless?” Remus asked with a frown.

“Damocles Belby, from 7th,” You said, raising the notebook so he could see the cover.

“Damocles?” Remus repeated as if he was still trying to remember who he was, “When did you even befriend him?”

“It was kind of an accident,” you told him, and that wasn’t a lie, “he was nice enough to help me pick up my stuff when… It doesn’t matter, actually.”

He then pulled the notebook down a little “I’ve seen that flower,” he told you, pointing at the drawing of the Moonflower.

“Really? Where?” You asked excitedly.

“Grows in the forbidden forest.”

“Thought it wasn’t a good place for humans,” you tsked.

“Yeah, that’s how I found out,” he sassed back.

You shook your head with a smile as you stared at him “So it grows there?”

Remus nodded, “Sirius picked it up once, the idiot ate it and had this pretty heavy trip.”

“He did?” You asked, eyebrows raised “Where?”

“On a small glade, they’re common on glades,” he explained “Where they can bask in moonlight.”

“Oh that’s super useful actually!” you said with a smile.

He narrowed his eyes at you “You wouldn’t be thinking of getting some, right? You know how dangerous the Forbidden Forest is.”

“Me? That’s ridiculous!” You said, pitch a little higher than normal. “I know it’s no place for humans,” you said with a little nod, managing to level your tone “It’s all for investigation,” you added in the end with a little smile.

Remus looked at you, a little tilt in his head before adding “You wouldn’t do anything that stupid.”

You nodded lips closed tightly, taking a deep breath as you did. Remus was about to say something else, but Sirius arrived, planting a kiss on your cheek and he completely forgot about it. The moon was close, and seeing him be so domestic with you just made him jealous and of the two of you, to his dismay.

“What you up to Starshine?” Sirius asked as he took a seat beside you.

You closed the notebook “Just studying,” you said, “got some notes borrowed and I’m reading through them,” Sirius hummed in response and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He was clingy today, “rough day?”

“A little,” he whispered.

Remus turned to the side and pulled out a piece of parchment, writing something down on it before turning it into a paper plane and sending it off. Sirius, still with his arms around you, unwrapped one of his arms ever so slightly and pointed at the paper “Who is that for?”

“Alice,” Remus answered, a little more bitterly than he intended to.

“Oh,” Sirius said simply before changing the topic altogether.

Fast forward to now, you were already preparing for your little adventure. You had actually told Marlene you were sneaking out into the library, so the girls didn’t worry about you not being back at the dorms on time. Marlene wouldn’t ask too many questions which is why you’d decided to tell her instead of Mary or even Lily.

You had been hiding in the girls’ bathroom when Myrtle popped her head out from the toilet “Someone’s sneaking out of school today,” she said in a sing-song voice. She wasn’t being loud like she was normally, which you were thankful for. Inviting her to the Halloween Party had been a good idea after all.

“I need to get something from the forbidden forest.” You said, sitting over one of the toilets and closing the door.

“Tonight’s a dangerous night,” She told you, “You wouldn’t want to end up like me.”

You raised an eyebrow “Would you rather I stay here and chat with you all night?”

She shrugged “It’d certainly be safer,” she said with a little nod.

“Unfortunately I can’t, I need this thing to help my friend.”

She hummed “Of course, the brave (Y/N) would risk her life for a friend.”

You scoffed, “I’m not risking my life.”

“Of course, because the Forbidden Forest is one of the safest places in the castle,” she said with a tight-lipped smile.

You huffed in response, “You’re not going to deter me from going.”

She looked at you innocently “I’d never dream of such a thing.” She seemed to think for a second and puffed her chest as if taking a deep breath -a rather silly move for a ghost- “Just be careful… you’re not the only one roaming outside of the castle tonight,” she said before disappearing dramatically.

You stared at the place she had gone to before checking the pocket watch. It was time, you took a deep breath and cast a disillusionment charm around you. Carefully opening the door of the stall before walking outside of the bathrooms. Once there, you looked to both sides, making sure there was nobody around before starting to walk the path you had carefully traced as you planned your outing.

Once you reached the Quad, you pulled your broom from under a couple of dried leaves that you’d use to hide it and took off towards the forest. You landed close to the spot where you had found Fang and threw the broom into the ground. You stood there, breathing in the natural scents of the pine trees. The forest was dark, you hadn’t taken any lanterns along since you did not want to be spotted, which is why you took some time to let your eyes adjust as much as possible. You looked up at the sky, it was still cloudy and the moon wasn’t out yet either so you turned back to look at the forest and smiled, it looked as dangerous as alluring.

You perked your ears, silence.

Your turn, you remembered Kless’s note, and finally walked inside. Casting a footstep silencing spell to make sure the crunch under the leaves was unnoticeable.

The disillusionment charm still cloaked you, rendering you invisible as you navigated through the dense forest. You moved slowly, cautiously, looking carefully through the trees attempting to find a clearing. That’s when you heard something behind you, you spun around, alarmed, trying to identify the source.

Two powerful arms encircled you. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of ashy blond curls but it was the smell that gave him away, a thick cologne that would smell nice if it wasn’t for the fact that he had threatened you while wearing it - Evan Rosier.

You attempted to bite his hand, but he only pressed it harder as two other figures appeared from the trees. "Well, well, look who we have here," Crouch sneered, a wicked smile on his face. "Out of the castle and at this hour?”

Your breath quickened as you assessed the situation. Evan's grip was relentless, he was grabbing you with such force you were sure it would leave a bruise, and you could barely move your hand toward your wand, still concealed in your pocket. You could feel his chest behind you, firm and muscly –like James’– but Evan had you pressed against him, squishing you so tightly that you wanted nothing more than to push him off, but you couldn’t, your strength was no match.

“Finite incantatem,” Barty said, waving his hand over you and making you completely visible.

“She’s all warm and snuggly, perhaps she’s out to snog her boyfriends,” Mulciber said bitterly.

“Are you?” Barty asked with a menacing grin.

Evan loosened his grip just a little and that allowed you to nod, “They’re waiting for me,” you lied, voice coming out muffled from Evan’s hand, still over your mouth.

Barty chuckled in response, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Deceptive little thing," he taunted. "Didn't you say you saw them at the castle, Severus?"

A final figure came from the shadows “I did.”

“Snape,” you said with a gulp, he was probably the only person you’d be able to reason with, “I’m not looking for trouble–“

“Shut it!” Evan cut you off, pressing his fingers to your jaw and jerking your head back. Your jaw clenching so tight you feared you may break a tooth.

You gulped, nor being able to hold a straight face and pulling a grimace instead, brows furrowed and breath heavy. But you did as told, extending your hand towards your pocket as you attempted to distract them. When you finally managed to reach the edge of your wand, you pointed it towards the tallest figure, and whispered “Opugno.” Suddenly the leaves on the floor started to move in circles and surrounded the boy, you smiled and pointed your wand straight to Barty but he was faster to notice your intentions “Accio dragon scale wand,” he said, and your wand pulled out of your pocket, flying straight towards his hands.

“Were you trying to distract us?” He said, waving your wand in the air, you looked to the side, breath heavy as you tried to think of ways to escape.

“Finite incantatem,” Severus said as he pointed his wand towards Muciber, who had been scraped by sharp rocks and leaves from the forest’s floor.

You huffed and tried to wiggle out of Evan’s grasp, Barty laughed again, “Well, I might have not been able to throw you off your broom back at the game, but you’re out of luck now. I see no protection charms around.”

You looked at him as realisation hit “The jerking of my broom… It was you!” Barty licked his lips before bowing sardonically as he did, he was proud, “What… what protection charm?”

Barty raised an eyebrow “You didn’t know?” You shook your head, trying to think of what he could be referring to “Your stupid little bow.”

Confusion swept over you, and you felt Evan's grip slightly loosened, he had been too interested in the conversation. Seizing the opportunity, you elbowed him sharply in the gut and made a run for it. However, you felt a sharp, searing pain in your back and collapsed to the ground, trembling. BIood filled your mouth, and you realised you’d parted your lip.

Barty caught up with you shortly after, tsking disapprovingly as he stared at you from above “Did you really think you could run from us? With no wand?!?” he mocked. Crouching beside you as he stared, tilting his head just a little and smiling when he noticed you tried to push yourself up and failed. “I’ve heard you like inviting ghosts to parties.”

You turned your head to him “What are you–”

Evan smiled, he was still standing but managed to guess Barty’s thoughts “How about a little tour in the Shrieking Shack?”

“The– the Shrieking Shack?” asked Snape, he had no problem with making you suffer, but he did not want to murder you “I doubt it’s–“

“Shut up Severus, we’ll throw you in as well,” Barty said, snapping towards the boy before it turned to you again “Let’s see if she really is as brave as she claims,” he added as he pulled you up, lounging you across his shoulder, the carelessness of the action made the pain in your back worse, causing you to let out an involuntary cry. Which only got a satisfied laugh from Crouch.

You tried to fight back, kicking and screaming but Mulciber cast a silencing spell over you. You were still screaming, it was just that no one could hear you. In a second Barty apparated you right in front of the house, leaving you disoriented, and you felt a sharp pain on your leg, probably from splinching, all of which just made you even more vulnerable. How does he even know how to do that? you wondered, still fighting to let yourself free.

Mulciber opened the door as Barty tossed you inside, “How’s that for a creative prank?” he said as you struggled to your feet and tried lunging yourself forward. Mulciber punched you in the stomach –same place the quaffle had hit merely days ago– and it was enough to send you back to the floor, gasping for air.

“Poor thing,” he mocked. “She won’t be able to sleep ever again after surviving the horrors of the most haunted house in England. Welcome to our country darling!” He said before closing the door. By the time you managed to get up, they were already locking the door from the outside.

You roared, rage filling every single bit of your body as you banged the door repeatedly, it was useless, their stupid silencing spell made your cries inaudible. You could hear their laughs though, mocking as they saw your futile attempts.

“Just accept your fate darling,” said Evan “If I were you I would start thinking of ways to survive.”

You pounded the door one last time, your fist throbbing in pain from the sheer force you had used, and finally dropped back to the ground, screaming one last time before tears started running down your cheeks. You felt humiliated and powerless, seething with anger at the realisation that you wouldn’t be able to harvest the moonflower either, your palms were scraped, your leg hurt like a bitch, your back was still in pain from whatever hex they had used and yet, you could feel nothing but rage.

You weren’t afraid of the Shrieking Shack’s ghostly reputation. It might have looked run down and had scratches all over, but you knew the ghosts wouldn’t do much other than attempt to scare you. Regardless, you approached the old fireplace and squinted your eyes until you found an old poker, it was made of iron, great against spirits and even better at cranking open doors. You used it to strike the door repeatedly, still trying to open it when you heard a creak, probably coming from one of the rooms. You gulped, if there was a door, there was a way out, and if there was a way out, you could still get out of this place and harvest the flower. At least that way your outing wouldn’t have been useless.

You took a deep breath, deciding to make use of the spell you had had and walking up the staircase, you heard muffled voices from the other side of the door of the rooms and you stood there, quietly, trying to make out anything from what they were saying, but your attempts were futile, the walls were thick, no matter how you tried, it was all incoherent mumbling.

You heard the door creak again. Ghosts did not normally use doors, so whatever was on the other side, had to be corporeal, you tightened your grip on the iron poker, your knuckles white from the force you were using. And after a couple of seconds, you kicked the door open, the poker held high, ready to beat the hell out of whatever or whoever you found on the other side.

But when the door finally opened wide, what you found on the other side shocked you, “Remus,” you mouthed, a relieved sigh leaving your body, the iron poker falling to the ground with a rather loud clang as you stared at the boy. He covered the distance between the two of you in seconds and wrapped his hands around your face worriedly, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek as he stared at your dishevelled stance. The dirt sticking to your face and your parted lip made it evident that you had been through a lot that night. You relaxed into his warm hands almost immediately, the bruise from Evan’s rough grip already starting to show on your jaw and neck.

“What happened?” he asked as he placed a piece of your hair behind your ears to get a better look at the state you were in, his hands warm and caring in comparison with Evan’s, you felt safe, so safe and he so worried that the two of you had forgotten the real reason you had ended up in the same place altogether. Remus was completely focused on you, he wanted, no, he needed to comfort you.

“Barty,” you said, wincing when no sound came out of your mouth, he instantly realised you’d been charmed and took out his wand.

“Finite incantatem,” he said softly.

“Barty,” you repeated, voice a little raspy from how much you had screamed earlier, even if no one had heard you. You wanted to crumble into his arms and cry like a baby, “I was trying to harvest the Moonflower because…” Remus stared at you in disbelief, ready to scold you when you stumbled into your words “…today is full moon.”

Remus’ eyes opened wide and he put a huge distance between the two of you in seconds. You felt cold at the lack of warmth his body had brought and winced, but you instantly understood why he’d done it. You stood straighter, you were in danger, and for the third time in the night, you had to find a way to survive.

“You have to go,” he said sternly “This place isn’t safe, you–“

“–You think I don’t know?” You spat, a little annoyed, your tiredness translating into annoyance as you leaned down to pick up the iron poker and walked towards the window, trying to crank it open. Your arms and hands hurt from the force you were using, the struggles from the night taking a toll on your body. Maybe hitting and fighting Barty hadn’t been such a good idea –No, hitting Barty is always a good idea, you thought as you gave another sharp swing toward the window.

Remus looked at you, confusion sipping into his head. Why are you trying to get out? What are you even– “You know,” he said finally with a gulp, had Sirius told you? he wondered bitterly.

You turn to him, sighing and closing your eyes for a moment, “I’m sorry Remus, I didn’t mean to pry, I just–“

“-how long?” he interrupted you, voice so dry you almost cringed.

“The last full moon.” you admitted shutting your eyes for a second before turning back to him to try to explain, “When we were at the infirmary together, it was because I was reading that stupid spicy werewolf novel; all the inconsistencies just made sense…”

He gulped again, she guessed, of course, she guessed. He should’ve expected it, you were brilliant after all. He felt slightly relieved when he realised no one had told you, but it quickly turned into guilt since he hadn’t done it either.

“I wanted to tell you,” he admitted.

You shook your head “We met months ago Remus, most of your friends don’t know either.”

“But I still wanted to tell you,” he emphasised the last bit, “you wouldn’t be here if I had.”

“I probably would,” you said, still banging harshly at the windows. “FUCK!” you shouted, launching the metal poker to the window distressed, it fell gracelessly to the ground. No matter how hard you tried they didn’t even budge. “How long do we have?” you asked with a tired sight.

“Minutes, probably,” he said bitterly “Where’s your wand?”

“The Slytherins took it,” you responded. He instantly threw you his wand, you caught it with ease.

You went for the door “alohomora,” you whispered, nothing happened.

“It closes from the outside.” He explained. You sighed again. “How much did you research about my condition? You know defence spells?”

“There are no defence spells against werewolves Remus, they’re attack spells, murder spells.” He knew, he just didn’t wanna call them that.

“So you know them?” he said, ignoring your remark.

“No! I ripped the page out and burned it,” you admitted.

He stared at you angrily “Well, that was bIoody stupid on your part!”

You stared at him in disbelief “Yeah, because learning how to murder my best friend was the clever thing to do!”

“YES! When your best friend’s a monster, then YES!”

You frowned when he said that, the way he perceived himself hurting your very soul “Remus…” He groaned and fell to the ground, “Remus!” You ran towards him but he placed his hand in the air, open palm facing you, a warning.

He looked up at you, eyes glossy, he had hoped the boys would be here before it started “Hide!” he roared, voice cracking “If I get too close, please promise you will defend yourself.”

You shook your head, eyes welling with tears “I’m not gonna hurt you, Remus.”

“Please!” he pleaded.

“If it’s either you or me, then it’s not gonna be you,” you said simply.

He cried out, his eyes turning golden, his teeth growing “Don’t be so fucking stubborn and bomb the shit out of me.”

That’s it, you thought and tightened your grip around his wand, you stood right in front of him, pointing the wand to the door “Bombarda!” you shouted, Remus’ wand followed your command as if it had been your own. Once the spell reached the door you screamed again “Protego.” The force field of the spell protected both you and Remus, who was still crouching and crying as his body continued to transform.

Once the fire was gone, and the dust settled you realised the spell worked, the big metal door was hanging from one of its hinges. You turned around, giving one last look at poor shrieking Remus and ran for it. But the more you ran, the more stress filled your mind. You knew this tunnel, you’d been there before. In your dreams.

And then there it was, the howl that had been haunting you since your very first week, the sound of paws and claws clashing against the stone. You knew this all too well, you were in your nightmare, except this time, it was real. All the warnings you’d gotten filled your mind. The fox was finally in danger.

Remus’ strides were even faster as a wolf, and he caught up with you with ease. You raked your brain for a spell that wouldn’t hurt him too much “I’m sorry Remus,” you said with a little frown before pointing his own wand against him “Stupefy!” you roared, the force of the spell enough to push him back a couple of metres. You swallowed thickly as you saw him scramble back to his feet, and crouched down through the thick roots near the end of the tunnel.

There road was now going upwards, you had to claw your way up, digging your nails on the dirt until you managed to reach the light, you were sure you’d broken one, the sharp pain almost invisible as adrenaline filled your body. As you stood up, you realised exactly where you were “The Whomping Willow,” you whispered as you stared. An idea quickly forming in your head.

While the hit from one of the branches would probably hurt the wolf, it wouldn’t kill him, not like spells would. So you crouched near the entrance, waiting for it, when you saw its snout, you ran to where you assumed the branches of the Willow reached. If you calculated it wrong, you’d be dеad in seconds, so you took a deep breath, hoping you had been smart enough to figure this one out.

When the wolf emerged from the tunnel, you finally managed to dimension it. It was huge, far larger than your friend. It stared at you, golden eyes sizing you up. You could almost swear the animal smiled as he gave a slow step towards you. He knew there was no place for you to run where he wouldn’t catch you.

You looked up at the willow, trying to keep your breath steady as you turned your eyes back to the menacing creature. You looked up at the branches one last time, Remus would kill you if he saw what you were trying to do, “Hey! You stupid beast!” you screamed, arms open as if the wolf didn’t already have his eyes glued to your figure “Why don’t come at me huh? What are you waiting for?” you taunted.

You saw the Willow pull one of its branches and you smiled, “Scared your little witch?” You taunted again.

3…2…1… The wolf lunged at you, and you threw yourself to the side, rolling about half a metre on the ground. At the same time, the Whomping Willow lunged its branch straight against your previous position, effectively launching the wolf to the side. You heard a crack and the wolf howled, you winced, hoping the sharp hit hadn’t hurt Remus too much. Unfortunately, the willow had thrown the wolf in between you and the castle, which meant: it was no longer an option to run towards it. That left only one escape route, you turned to look at the dark forest again. The wolf was still trying to get up.

It might have been naive hope, but you thought that perhaps, you could lose the wolf in the forest. So, for the second time that night, you ran straight towards the most dangerous place in the entire school.

The darkness engulfed you as you sprinted through the woods, no longer caring for the sounds you made, you had to gain terrain. Your legs were already trying to give in when you spotted a clearing; and there it was, shining with the white cast of moonlight, the moonflower. You turned to see behind you, no sign of the wolf. A glade wasn’t a good place to go when you wanted to lose a fierce beast since there is nowhere to hide in them.

You looked back one last time before diving to the side, breath sharp as you tried to reach the place with the flower. Once there you almost threw yourself to the ground, digging around the edges and taking the flower out carefully, trying to work as fast as possible, gently placing the flower under your shirt as you got up and wiped your hands on the grass.

You heard a howl, and looked around, trying to spot the wolf. It sounded so close. You were terrified, the echoes of the howl reverberated all around you. If you took off in the wrong direction, you might end up running straight towards the beast.

One deep breath after the other, you heard the howl again, and you took another step back, hearing the sound of something crunching under your feet, you turned your head downwards, spotting the cracked bone you’d seen before, in your dreams. The bones of the fox. You gulped, knowing full well what would come next: a haunting howl sliced through the air piercing your ears, you winced.

Remus was close. You took a deep breath, trying to remember where the wolf had popped from in your dream, but it had always been from a different place, as if your dreams were all the different possibilities of how tonight would go down. You turned around again, deciding that’s the place you’d run to, only to find the beast right in front of you, its predatory gaze calculating which part of you it would feast on first.

“H-Hey, It’s ok, it’s me,” you stammered, hands extended as if you could reason with it. You remembered your notes: Werewolves do not remember who they are once transformed. They can be very aggressive, and they have killed friends and loved ones in wolf form. What the hell had you written after that? If he turns and you’re around, run the fuck away.

If only it was that fucking simple.

“Remus,” you said then. The wolf growled baring its teeth at you, you winced, struggling not to step back, harsh movements could be your doom. “Moony,” you breathed out. The wolf tilted its head. You half smiled, of course! The boys sometimes talked about Moony as if it were someone else. You took a deep breath, and nodded, gulping as you considered your next words, “I’m not going to hurt you,” you said, extending Remus’ wand further away from your face dangling in between two fingers. Maybe werewolves attack wizards because they know we’re dangerous, you thought naively.

“I’m gonna leave this in the ground, okay?” you said, you’d read how smart werewolves were, perhaps Moony understands me. You took another deep breath and bent your knees slowly. When you were close enough to the floor you let the wand fall gently on the grass, standing up just as cautiously. Finally, you stared at the wolf, his slow breaths, watching your every move attentively, and it was a stunning specimen. He was huge, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen a wolf so big, with thick and fluffy fur and eyes sharp, golden specks shining with the moonlight, just like Remus’.

And then, all of a sudden, a sharp sound came from the forest. A growl, but it wasn’t from the wolf. The second he heard it, his ear perked and he lunged straight at you. You crashed back on the ground with a cry, landing next to the rest of the bones you had unwittingly shattered moments ago.

Moony pushed you onto the ground with one of its paws, his sharp claws on you, past your thick sweater and digging in straight into the skin of your shoulder. His weight was also crushing your sternum, making it hard for you to even breathe. You cried in pain as he flexed his paw, claws digging deeper. You felt tears streaming down your face, but the wolf wasn’t looking at you, it was looking around.

You were about to lose consciousness when you heard a familiar growl. You turned your head a little and you saw him “Fang!” you screamed “Get out of here, you’re in danger!” you urged, but the dog only walked closer to the wolf, baring its teeth. You looked at it mortified, but the wolf didn’t move to attack him, yet…

Then you heard a creak from the other side of the forest, a stag, a lot taller than the wolf, and with thick and strong antlers. Just underneath it, there was a small brown rat, with its hair standing on end. It looked like it wanted to get close to you, but was too terrified to do so.

You stared at them, blinking twice before turning back to the dog, who was still growling at the wolf, attempting to get closer. The wolf shifted, its claws digging deeper into the soft skin of your arm, you held back a cry, whimpering as you bit your lip so hard you drew bIood, again. You turned to the stag once again, staring at its antlers through your lashes. The wolf acted as if it knew these animals. Werewolves don’t really attack animals, they seem to target exclusively Humans, you remembered.

As you continued to stare, you finally discovered another secret “Prongs,” you whispered as you stared at the stag, “Wormtail,” you said as you lowered your gaze at the rat, and finally you turned around to the dog “Padfoot.”

The dog, who you had assumed to be Fang, wasn’t even a dog, it was Sirius’ animagus form. He did it, and he turned into a dog, of all things! you thought humorously, somehow managing to smile in such a situation. No wonder the boys always laughed so much when you joked about him being a dog, or about the fact that you’d given him “Puppy” as a nickname. Moony’s claws dug deeper, and you emitted a cry, Prongs tensed as if he was preparing to gore the wolf. And that’s when it downed you: Werewolves don’t attack animals, and clearly, they didn’t attack animagus either. Finally, you smiled, recalling one last trick you had under your sleeve.

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gurugirl · 2 years ago

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what if priestrry has ppl over for prayer and yn is there too (bc she can be now since no one knows her really) and he accidentally slips and says something to her like “pet” or “good girl”

how would they play it off? they can’t be perfectly on their game all the time 😬

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Summary: Harry slips up and calls Y/n a good girl in front of people in their prayer group.

A/n: Sorry for the delay in updating! Enjoy my two favorite characters! 1.5k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, religious themes, mentions of come, eludes to smut and other sexual acts, masturbation

priestrry masterlist | Forgive Me, Father

Y/n was running around helping Harry set up for the prayer meeting. A small group of people were coming over as a last-minute sort of thing. In fact, it was so last minute that Harry was in the middle of coming on Y/n’s tits as she was kneeling in front of him with her tongue out, hoping to catch some of him in her mouth, when he got a phone call as a reminder. He’d forgotten. So it wasn’t really a last-minute thing, as much as he’d lost track of the day and hadn’t told Y/n.

Harry freshened himself up quickly and pulled out his study materials as Y/n rushed into the bathroom to wipe his come from her body before starting a pot of coffee. She placed the chairs in the living area and put her leash away back into their bedroom before scampering into the kitchen to pull out mugs with the cream and sugar bowls. Harry looked up from his notebook to see his little pet fluffing the pillows in a hurry, still nude, goosebumps on her thighs and bottom.

He came up behind her and gently pulled her to stand upright and face him. She turned to look up at him as he silently unbuckled her red leather collar, keeping the dainty gold chain with the ‘H’ charm on her neck. Putting her collar into her hand he smirked at her, “Go get some clothes on, my love. You look cold.”

“Yes, Father.”

She smiled to herself as she walked into their bedroom. He was so dominant but in the way that always made her heart race. She couldn’t wait until everyone left after because he promised her something very special before she watched him pump his cock until he was coming over her chest. She loved watching his hand stroke his thick shaft as he released on her because it was just the beginning of what was to come for the night. She loved being his good girl, being patient for him, being edged until it was her turn to come. Until he allowed it. She loved him.

Slipping on a dress over her head and slipping a pair of panties over her hips she fluffed out her hair, slid on her sneakers, and got back to setting up the living room for the guests. Though they wouldn’t know she was the one who’d set everything up but she loved the secret. Loved the surreptitiousness of their relationship.

She kissed his cheek and picked up her Bible, “Love you, Father. I’ll wait outside.”

This was the routine. If there was a prayer meeting she couldn’t always be the first person to arrive. That could become suspicious. Once in a while, it could slide, but every time? So she’d wait around the back of the house until a couple of people had arrived first.

This time it was Mr. & Mrs. Jeralds who arrived first. They were a nice young couple. Always eager. Mrs. Jeralds seemed to really take a liking to Y/n.

Harry greeted his guests with a warm smile and a hug, offering coffee and tea. Y/n walked through the door moments later with her Bible held up over her chest and a big smile.

“Hi, Father. Thank you so much for inviting me,” she said as he gave her a side hug and she sat down next to Mrs. Jeralds.

“Would you like tea? Or coffee?” Harry asked her and then licked his lips.

She tried not to watch his pretty mouth as he spoke but she really had to concentrate hard, “Oh, a tea is fine. Thank you!”

Harry poured hot water into a mug and gave her a tea bag.

As the deacon walked in, Mrs. Jeralds nudged at Y/n, “So, I’ve been thinking… my cousin Austin will be coming to service this week. I would love for you to meet him. He’s an accounting manager at Debrille downtown. Good head on his shoulders. I think you two would really get along.”

Y/n raised her brows and smiled. She wasn’t interested, obviously, but she played along, “Oh that’s lovely. I’d like to meet him. How thoughtful of you.”

Harry sat down next to Mr. Jeralds, “Meet who?”

“Oh, Judy’s trying to get her cousin set up with a nice girl. He’s been single too long for her liking-”

“Jim! That’s not true!” She sputtered and looked from Y/n to Harry and then her husband, “I just think that they’d get along nicely…” She looked back to Y/n, “… and Y/n’s single! Maybe it’ll be a good match.”

Harry’s severe gaze met Y/n’s and she saw him clench his jaw. Of course, she knew that he knew there wasn’t a thing to worry about. But the way he was looking at her told her he wasn’t a fan of the conversation.

After the rest of the guests arrived and were given mugs of warm beverages they went around the circle and spoke about things that had burdened them that week and what they’d like to pray about or have the group pray for over them.

The hour always went by quickly but on this night, Y/n was especially excited for what was to come as they’d been interrupted before Harry could make good on his promise. She was almost shaky in anticipation. Slowly growing wet as she listened to him pray. She knew she should behave and pay attention but his voice alone she could get off to.

She had gotten off to it too. Like when he’d make her masturbate for him. He’d tell her what to do and where to touch herself and then praise her the wetter she got. He’d have her blindfolded so she couldn’t see him as he guided her to orgasm with his dark baritone.

When the last ‘Amen’ was spoken the deacon stood up and shook Harry’s hand, “I have to run, Father. Thank you so much!”

The last of the guests stayed and chatted for a bit as Y/n helped put the mugs away into the kitchen and Mrs. Jeralds washed them. She brought up Austin again but Y/n just smiled and nodded. She didn’t want to be rude but there was no way in hell Y/n would be going to lunch with them after service to get to know her cousin. Sometimes she wished she could just tell everyone that she was already taken. That the man of her dreams, the love of her life was gorgeous and tall and funny, and smart and he loved her with everything in him and she would never find that kind of love anywhere else.

But she had to pretend she was single and not interested. Which, the result of her secret was that she had Harry. Very much worth it.

Mrs. Jeralds went back into the living to get her things to leave when Harry walked into the kitchen just as Y/n was putting the last mug into the cupboard.

Harry looked behind him to make sure no one was in earshot and getting behind Y/n he spoke quietly, “Once they’re gone I need this off of you,” he plucked at the material near her waist.

Y/n looked at him over her shoulder and smiled, “Of course, Father. Anything you want.”

Harry looked down over her pretty face and to her neck. He loved seeing the small bruises there. Usually from his mouth. And in an action totally out of character when he was in the presence of others, he brought his hand up to her neck and brushed his fingers over the small bruise as she kept her eyes on him.

“Good girl.”

A throat cleared behind the pair causing them both to turn abruptly.

“We were just going to say our goodbyes. It was a wonderful meeting as always, Father,” Mr. Jeralds spoke as he looked at Harry. Mrs. Jeralds was looking at Y/n.

And neither could quite tell if they’d been caught or not. Had they heard him call her a good girl? Had they seen him touch her neck?

“Oh yeah! I should go as well!” Y/n moved away from Harry toward the living room to grab her purse. Her heart was pounding and she hoped they didn’t notice anything but the expression on Mrs. Jeralds face was concerning. Or perhaps it was just Y/n being paranoid (for good reason).

She waved goodbye, rushing out before the Jeralds could exit, and ran to the side of the house. She knew she should calm down but her nerves were getting the best of her. As her mind went over every possible outcome she heard the Jeralds leaving the house and Harry saying goodbye. She waited until their car drove off and down the street before peeking around the front and looked up at the porch to see Harry standing there with his hands on his hips looking right at her.

“Come on. Coast is clear.”

When Harry locked the front door behind them Y/n spoke finally, “Do you think that-“

Harry put his hand on hers, “I hope not. But they didn’t say anything. Nothing we can do about that now.”

“But what does that mean? What if-“

“Pet,” Harry spoke softly bringing his hand up to her face, his thumb at her cheekbone, “I said there’s nothing we can do about it. Now be a good girl for me and take your clothes off.”

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carvesintochaos · 17 days ago

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Good morning.

#spirituality #spiritual development #awakening #bible #scripture #academia #self study #study motivation #writing #esoteric #journaling #notebook #spilled ink #awareness #holy spirit

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philocalistherz · 4 months ago

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«───« ⋅ʚ Semester reset ɞ⋅ »───»

➴"August 11, 2024" ༉‧₊

I'm no academic weapon, whoever; I challenged myself to do a semester reset again and I wanted to share it here, so, enjoy!

ೃ⁀➷ reset checklist ༉‧₊

🤍 Clean up my desk and college supplies.

🤍 Declutter my google drive and create folders for this semester's classes.

🤍 Delete old files from the previous semester and archive the ones that i might need later.

🤍 Write down my weekly classes and set up a study routine to keep the bundaries with my school hours and my personal hours.

🤍 Bring back my uni journal for my schedule and appointments in paper form.

🤍 Clean up the notion page where I keep my master list of assignments.

ೃ⁀➷ semester goals ༉‧₊

🤍 Start making some flashcards for my finals.

🤍 Schedule study sessions with my friends or myself at a cafe or library

🤍 Trying to finish my bible for this year's short film

🤍 Attend all my classes and stop scrolling through twitter while I'm at it.

🤍 Follow my academic progress here on my blog and in my digital journals.

🤍 Start an commonplace notebook for my ideas and thoughts.

🤍 Find time to return to my storyboard journal.

🤍 Keeping up with the readings and actually taking notes from the textbooks.

🤍 Create a study plan for my sessions.

I think that will be all, trying to keep it simple for my mental sake. Good luck this semester to anyone reading this!

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Religious Corruption: No Sweeter Innocence

Professor!Dave York x Virgin!F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 27.8k

Warnings: Religion kink, corruption kink, innocence kink, age gap, unbalanced power dynamic, grooming (?), professor/student relationship, blasphemy, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), panty kink, exhibitionist kink(?), oral sex (make receiving), filthiness with rosary beads, desecration of Holy spaces, daddy kink, baby/little girl pet names, spanking, orgasm denial, loss of virginity, explicit photo without consent, vaginal sex, cum swallowing, mentions of analingus, face sitting, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, angst, heartbreak, controlling parents, arranged marriage, children, mentions of pregnancy.

Comments: Incoming freshmen are innocent, especially at St. Brennans Catholic College. Religious Studies with a handsome professor proves distracting. A man who enjoys your innocence and has every intention of corrupting you.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

!!Additional Warning!! - There are themes in this fic that might be disturbing to some. Religion/Power Dynamics/Age Gap - consume at your own risk.

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You brush the front of your blazer and fix the hemline of your skirt. Fighting the temptation to check with a ruler that it’s at least two inches before the knees as required.

It had been a long summer, and you were ready to start your first year at college and dive into your classes.

And whilst St. Brennans Catholic College wasn’t your first choice, you knew your parents were making the right one by insisting you went there. Following in their footsteps and hopefully meeting your future husband in bible study as your parents did many years before.

A new year. Fresh minds to educate, to mould. Dave watches with an amused eye as nervous students file into his lecture hall, skittish and unused to the freedoms that they are now experiencing. Some of them are away from home and hearth for the first time. Narrowing his gaze on a few as he predicts who will be the troublemakers and who will ultimately drop the class before midterms.

You shuffle into the hall with your head buried in the textbook you had been instructed to buy for this class.

Religious Studies with Professor D. York.

You take the first seat you can find and settle down as comfortably as you can, before reaching into your bag and pulling out your notebook and pencil case. The sound of shoes scuffing against the polished hardwood floor makes you shudder, before the sound of a throat being cleared echoes throughout the hall. And that’s when you look up and see him.

The first day of class is always daunting for some, exciting for others. It's always interesting to see who falls into which category. The ones that are already prepared make him smirk slightly, twisting to point back at the large whiteboard the department had insisted on replacing his chalk board with. "This is Religious Studies and I am Dave York." He announces in a clear voice, wanting those on the back row to hear him. "If you are not supposed to be here, leave now." Silence amplifies the shuffling of papers and the creaking of chairs as they all try to get comfortable.

"Good." He huffs, clicking on the projector so that the introduction slide comes up. "My office hours are Monday through-"

You listen as he starts to talk and you feel a flood of guilt course through your veins as you find yourself focusing less on what he’s saying and more on the way his broad shoulders strain the material of his shirt.

You feel your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you force your eyes away from his frame, and that’s when he catches your line of sight. You’re not sure if you imagined it or not but you swore he was looking deep into your soul and you could feel the moment your heart stuttered in your chest. And then he simply cleared his throat, looked away and continued on…

Leaving you sitting there flustered and unaware of if you imagined the whole thing. Your eyes flicker around the room as you try to gauge if anyone was looking at you or seemed just as taken back as you currently were.

But everyone was either staring directly at him or desperately scrambling to note down every world that was spilling out of his mouth.

Dave smirks slightly, watching her squirm in her seat, sensing immediately that she's innocent. Perfect and untouched. Her flustered expression amuses him and he can imagine those eyes wide and glassy as she looks up at him, leaning into his hand at her jaw.

"Everyone fill out your survey that is at your seat. It's that you remember to put your school email not whatever gmail - 'pimp4life' account you use." There is a nervous round of chuckling and he lifts a brow. "I'm serious. That was one student's email that he wanted to use. Needless to say, he transferred out."

You write down your assigned email address as neatly as you can. Focusing on anything and everything but the man stood in front of you and the other 50 people in your class.

‘Shoot’ you think to yourself as you realise that you’re going to be spending 2 hours a day 5 times a week in this room staring at him.

Dave drones on, talking about the course material and the syllabus, watching as some students frantically scribble and others are lost to the haze of realising ‘how much work’ is involved with college. Still, his eyes come back to her. Watching, assessing.

Every time he looks in your direction, you swear you can feel him everywhere. The intense gaze of his eyes seems to burrow under your skin and spread throughout your body.

You try to ignore the way you feel a pulse down there, but the more he looks your way the stronger it grows.

You gently clutch at the cross draped around your neck and silently chide yourself and will yourself to be a good girl.

She’s the one. Dave hums to himself when he sees her flutter her lashes and look down at the paper in front of her. Close enough that he can see the way her thighs squeeze together. “We’re going to start out with the seven deadly sins.” He announces with a grin. “Starting with everyone’s favourite. Lust.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the word lingers in the air ‘lust,’ that's exactly what this is you tell yourself.

Just a silly school girl crush. You’re in a new town filled with people you don’t know and this is just a silly little crush that you’ll be over by next period.

The rest of the time goes smoothly, his eyes flickering back to her several more times as he lectures. He checks his watch and sighs. “For tonight. Your homework -“ he holds up his hand as a collective groan rolls through the room. “Your assignment is to write about what you think lust is. Give an example of it. A book, a movie - not 50 Shades of Grey. Give me good examples of displays of lust.” He raises his voice higher to be heard as people start to shuffle.

You feel heat rise in your chest as he announces the assignment. ‘An example of a display of lust’… “Shit,” you mutter under your breath before internally scolding yourself for cursing. How could you possibly turn in this assignment when you’ve never in your life seen a movie that wasn’t ‘G’ or ‘PG’ rated.

Every reading material you’ve ever read has been approved of by your parents and the parental controls on your cell phone have prevented you from ever accidentally stumbling across something you shouldn’t.

“If you have any questions or concerns, stop by my office in Eaton Hall.” Dave reminds them as the bell rings and he watches the mass of bodies swell towards the door.

You quickly gather up your things but not before jotting down the location of his office in your diary.

He hadn’t shared his school email address with the class yet, so you’d have to swing by and ask him for it. You allow yourself one last glance in his direction before heading to the door, by the end of next period you’ll be laughing at yourself for being so affected by him.

Your next class goes by a lot smoother, you really like your English literature professor and you even consider going down and asking for her suggestions on some material that could help for Professor York’s assignment before deciding otherwise.

And ultimately you decide to skip swinging by his office as well. Instead you make your way to the school library. You’re more than capable of finding something with a good example of ‘lust’ in the library. You don’t need your parents approval, you can simply go in and find something appropriate with a steamy kiss.

You find yourself pulling at your blazer as you stand outside his office, ‘what was I thinking?’ you think to yourself after your failed visit to the library.

A book with a ‘good example of lust’ in a library of a privately owned catholic college? You take a deep breath before finally knocking on the large wooden door in front of you, the plaque bearing his name right in your eye line as you do so.

“Come in.” Dave calls, reading through the scriptures that he had pulled for the lecture. Looking up, there’s an immense sense of satisfaction in seeing you poke your head through the door. “Come in.” He waves his hand to motion you inside.

“Hello, Professor York,” you manage to stutter out. You purposely avoid making eye contact with him and instead find yourself focusing on the large wooden globe situated at the end of his desk, “I was hoping to get your email address, I have a few things that I need to discuss with you in regards to the assignment you set earlier.”

You continue to tug on the sleeve of your blazer, the feeling of his dark eyes burn into you sending a shiver down your spine.

“Sit down.” His nostrils flare slightly but he looks welcoming and he leans towards you over his desk. “What are your concerns?” He asks, reaching for a card with his email address and phone numbers on it to push across the grain of the wood.

“Oh, I don’t want to take up too much of your time,” you shrug before giving him a shy smile, “I can just email you.”

“Sit.” His voice deepens slightly, taking on a sterner tone. The smile makes his cock twitch but he ignores it for now.

You nod your head and take a seat, making sure to cross your legs as tightly as you can as you do so. “I am just… unsure of what material to use for your assignment,” you say, your voice thick with innocence as you attempt to keep your composure.

You stare down at your hands that are resting in your lap, “I-uh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything and I’ve never read anything that would be suitable… and we didn’t have cable growing up so I can’t think of a TV show either.”

Dave’s eyes widen slightly and he hums as he leans back in his chair. Perfect. “Sheltered, hmm?” He asks, tilting his head. “You never read or watched anything when you slept over at someone’s house?”

“I wasn’t allowed to have or go to slumber parties,” you admit with a shrug, “My parents had me lead bible study at weekends.”

His eye twitches and his hand flexes slightly. “Nothing at all.” He muses to himself and his eyes drag up and down your frame as he watches you.

You feel yourself growing more and more embarrassed as he stares down at you. “Maybe you could suggest something? I have two free periods after lunch so I could go to the bookstore or rent a movie?”

His lips curl up slightly and he lifts a brow at your brashness. Not what he expected from the daughter of the cloth. “I can lend you something.” He decides, pushing his chair back from the desk and standing to move past you to the bookshelf that lines the northern wall of his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you watch him approach the bookshelf, he’s quiet and he picks up a few books, studies them before putting them back down. Slowly he turns around and looks you up and down with a smirk spreading across his face.

Rubbing the cover of the book, he walks over to you to lean on the edge of his desk and hands it to you. “This should be familiar to you.” He offers, watching as you take the book and read the cover.

You read the title out loud and shake your head, “I’m sorry, sir, I’ve never read this one,” you say innocently.

He chuckles before reaching out and turning the book in your hands and you whisper the title out loud “The Art of Masturbation.”

“The concept. Not the book itself.” Dave huffs, amused at how you are pressing your knees together and your fingers fidget around the spine of the book.

“I-uh, I…” you stammer before shaking your head and thrusting the book back towards him. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I don’t know about any of that.”

“Well I’ll be…” Dave breaks off the curse, his entire body lighting up and he pushes the book back towards you. “Take it back to your room and read it.” He insists, his voice low as he rumbles out the words.

Your fingers linger in mid air for a few seconds as you contemplate rejecting his offer and asking for something different, but the way he looks at you, stirs something up inside of you that makes you want to please him. So you reach out and you take it, giving him a soft smile and an appreciative ‘thank you’.

Dave watches you for another moment and nods. “Do you have any more questions?” He asks you softly.

“No thank you,” you say before putting the book and his business card in your backpack, “Thank you again. I’ll read it tonight.”

You stand up and walk to the door, reaching for the handle before he calls your name. You turn around and blink innocently at him. “Bring the book back tomorrow during office hours.” He tells you, pinning you with another stare.

“Yes, sir,” you reply with a nod, giving him another polite smile before slinking out of the door.

The second the door closes behind you, you let out the inhale you didn’t realize you were holding in. You slowly pull on the straps of your backpack, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that everyone somehow knows what’s nestled in there.

You walk as fast as you can back to your dorm, deciding that you’ll just make a sandwich once you’re home and feeling grateful that you have no more classes until tomorrow.

Dave watches the door long after you’ve gone. He had pulled your introduction paper as soon as you had dropped it on his desk after the lecture and looked at your file. Learning that you were the daughter of clergy. Not Catholic of course, but you had been raised in the church. So it makes sense that you are as innocent as you appear. Which makes you exactly what he’s looking for.

The moment you get back into your dorm, you free yourself of your backpack and go straight towards your mini fridge. Pulling out a water and the ingredients to fix yourself a sandwich.

Armed with your water and your sandwich you make your way towards your bed, your eyes immediately landing on your backpack.

You make yourself comfortable and pull open your bag, reaching in and pulling out the book Professor York had just loaned you and you slowly open the cover. Taking a deep breath before reading the first page.

Dave waits for you to come into the classroom, sensing when someone opens the door and files inside. Eyes flickering over to see if it’s you before looking back down at his lesson notes. He wants to see your reaction, to see how you had absorbed the book he had given you.

You watch every step you take as you enter the room, making your way towards the same seat you had been sitting in 24 hours before.

Reaching down you pull out your notebook and pencil case from your backpack, your fingertips grazing the book he’d loaned you as you do so and you find yourself whipping your head around to make sure no one could see into you bag and see the material that had made you drip your arousal into your panties.

The book that has made you push your fingers into your plain white cotton panties and press them against that spot that you know you shouldn’t touch, lingering there for a few seconds before you came to your senses and pulled it away. Hearing the sound of your mother telling you that ‘the lord is always watching’ ring out continuously in your ears as you attempt to push away the guilt.

There’s a sense of extreme satisfaction in your demure, flustered appearance today. His cock is half hard as he imagines you touching yourself while reading. Or maybe you had put the book away and huddled under your covers while you had your hand in your panties. Wondering if they are wet right now. Clearing his throat, he gathers the class’s attention. “What is lust?” He asks, looking around expectantly.

“What is lust?” His words feel like a punch to the throat.

You find yourself sinking into your seat, desperate to shrink yourself and finding yourself praying to the lord he doesn’t call on you.

It's your second day of college and you feel as though you’ve committed more sin in the past 24 hours than you have in your whole life.

‘What is lust?’ you think again to yourself. Lust is staring at the wide expanse of your professors shoulders and wanting nothing more than to feel the warm skin that covers them. Lust is wanting to put the same lips you use dutifully in prayer on his and taste his mouth. Lust is wanting to put the same hands that you use to recite the rosary on the beads you carry everywhere with you on his body. Lust is sitting in a room full of people and feeling the small damp patch on your panties grow larger and wetter as the seconds tick by.

No one answers the question so Dave continues. “The dictionary defines lust as a ‘very strong sexual desire’.” He lectures. “But what does religion tell us about lust?”

“It’s a sin,” someone calls out from behind you and you fight the urge to chuckle.

“In most western religions, yes.” Dave answers, chuckling slightly. “But why Is it a sin? Can anyone answer that? According to the Bible?”

“It’s immoral,” you answer, surprising yourself as the sound of your own voice fills the room, “It defiles you. Leads you towards the temptations that strip you of your virtue, the ones that can make you impure.”

“Virtue, purity, defilement.” Dave hums looking around the hall and waiting for anyone else to pitch their theories. “Lust is a sin because it is selfish. It is greedy.” He lectures. “To lust is to solely focus on the desires of you alone.”

You swallow the lump forming in your throat as you start to scribble down his words. You desperately avoid looking directly at him and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together so tightly that it hurts. ‘Why would he start with this?’ you think. It feels like a form of torture.

“Sexual desire is natural, so what is the difference between lust and attraction?” Dave poses, watching you bend over your notebook and write furiously. “Because if attraction is the same as lust, we are all damned.”

You look up from your notepad and find your eyes immediately burning into his. A heat floods your body as you feel your breath hitch.

It’s only the second day, and you’re so screwed.

The lecture goes on, Dave posing questions, encouraging the class to engage. To talk and debate. Still he watches you, enjoying the way that your breathing hitches and your eyes widen every time he looks at you. He continues on until the bell rings. “Turn in the papers on my desk!” He calls out.

You steady your breath as you walk down the stairs towards his desk, placing the paper upside on the already large stack on his desk. You sneak a glance at him engaging in conversation with another student before following the rest of your peers out of the room.

Your next class is only a few minutes from the lecture hall he teaches in so you make a beeline towards the bathrooms, hastily slamming the door behind you and heading into the first empty stall.

You cringe as you see your slick coating your thighs, and hastily clean yourself up the best you can before heading over to the sink and splashing cold water on your face.

“Pull yourself together,” you murmur into the mirror before heading out to your next class. In just over an hour you’ll need to swing by his office and return his book and you’re determined to not let him show how much he affects you.

Dave sits in his office, waiting. He’s read through the papers and some of them are laughable, making him wonder what kind of education these kids receive. He’s always argued against sheltering, because they are unprepared when they step out into the world. An oxymoron when he stops to think about it.

Dave likes innocence. Loves it. Craves corrupting it like the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Enjoys the moulding of someone pure and innocent and exposing them to pleasure. It was a sin, yes, but he wasn’t a priest.

Your paper was saved for last. Savouring it as he reads your innocent words. Imagining you writing them while your panties are getting wet. You had shifted today and he had seen a flash of white. The symbol of purity and chastity. Making him imagine them covered in your sweet arousal as you rub your thighs together in class.

Reaching down, he adjusts his cock, pushing his erection under his waistband. Looking at the clock, he smirks when there is a timid knock. “Enter.”

You push away the anxiety rising in your chest as you reach down to touch the brass doorknob and slowly begin to turn it.

You don’t make eye contact with him, instead you immediately pull your backpack off your shoulders and start to rummage through it and pull out the book he had loaned you.

You take a few tentative steps towards his large oak desk and place the book down and slide it towards him, “Thank you, Sir,” you say before looking up at him, “I hope the essay was up to your standard.”

Dave looks at the book and then he slides his eyes up your body to look into yours. Embarrassment and shame shine in them, like a beacon to anyone who knows what to look for. His brow lifts and he taps the cover. “Did you find anything useful in there?” He asks huskily.

You take a small step backwards and give him a slight nod, “Yes, Professor York,” you say quietly before thanking him for loaning you the book.

He huffs, shaking his head and leans back in his chair, rocking it slightly. “Call me Dave.” He orders. “You can talk to me about anything here. You had said you are…sheltered.”

“I-uh, grew up in the church,” you say before pulling on your sleeve, “My father is a clergyman and my Mom met him through bible study here at St Brennans.”

You sit down on the seat next to you and continue pulling at your sleeves, “Hard not to be sheltered when your parents don’t let you think for yourself.”

“Hmmmm.” Dave nods, aware of your background and he tilts his head down so that he looks at you from under his lids. “And after reading the book last night, did you touch yourself?”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks at his question, the urge to run for the door and back to your dorm flooded through you before you finally gave a noncommittal shrug.

With your eyes focusing solely on your hands in your lap and your voice barely higher than a whisper you reply, “I… I tried.”

“You….tried…” Dave huffs and shakes his head, enjoying your frustration. He waits a beat and lets you stew. “Spread your legs. Right now.” He orders you. “Show me your panties.”

A shocked giggle falls from your lips, “Sorry?” you ask, convinced you must have misheard what he said… there is no way.

Dave huffs again, leaning forward and bracing his arm on his desk. “Show. Me. Your. Panties.” He orders slowly. “Now.” He can tell you heard him the first time, but he’s enjoying the way your eyes widen with shock. No one has ever told you to spread your legs before and he likes that.

You know he heard it, the way your breath hitched before you swallowed hard. You don’t know why but you can’t bring yourself to say no to this man, all you want to do is please him.

So you slowly reach down and wrap your fingertips down on your hemline, slowly pulling up your regulated uniform skirt, inch by inch.

His eyes darken, pupils expanding as you slip your skirt up over your skin. Revealing the innocent white of the plain cotton panties. “Spread your legs.” He orders, voice deeper - almost growling.

You immediately comply, your hands coming down and resting on your thighs as you pray he can’t see the damp patch on your panties.

You feel yourself squirm against the seat as your professor silently stares at you from across his desk.

His cock presses against his trousers and he breathes out slowly, feeling the tension mounting in the room as you wait for him to react. “You’re wet, aren’t you, little girl?”

The word gets lodged in your throat and you can only just bring yourself to nod. Heat courses through your veins as you get more and more flustered under his stare.

“Mmmhmmm.” Dave lets the silence settle, listening to you breathe. Letting you watch him stare at your panties, imagining the sweet, untouched cunt underneath. He wonders if you shave or trim. Probably think it’s sinful to do so. His eyes flicker back up to your wide ones. “Come here.”

A shaky breath fills the room as you slowly stand up, the material of your skirt falling back down beneath your knees as you take a very slow step towards him. Each step feels heavy with anticipation as you round his desk and make your way in front of him.

“Good girl.” He can see the way that your skin is raised in goosebumps and he turns in his chair to face you, to let you see the bulge in his slacks where he is straining against them. “Since you couldn’t finish yourself-“ Dave smirks and glances down at your now covered panties. “Do you want me to show you how? To touch yourself, how you should be touched?” He asks softly. “To see how you should be creaming those panties of yours?”

Your thighs press tightly against each other as you squeeze your eyes shut. Each word dripping from his mouth seems to go straight to that bundle of nerves that you briefly touched last night.

His words replay over in your head, as a whole bunch more from other people crash into the forefront of your brain, ‘satan's doorbell… god is ALWAYS watching… it’s a test from the lord himself, one he gave us all to see if we could resist temptation and remain on the path with the righteous…’

You were a good girl, you knew what path your parents expected you to take and you knew that you were at this specific college for a specific reason but you couldn’t help it, the word drifted from your lips so effortlessly, it put up no resistance and it bounced off the walls so perfectly, “yes.”

Exhaling slowly, a grin of triumph crosses his face, reaching out slowly and taking hold of your side to pull you towards him. Spreading his legs wide to let you step between them, he savours the moment. Right now you are still innocent. Never having felt the touch of a man and it will be him that touches you. “Good girl.” He groans. “I’m going to teach you to enjoy it. It’s going to feel so good, baby girl. Show me your panties again.”

You begin to inch up your skirt again, quicker this time, your hands trembling with nerves as you bunch the plaid material up just above the little pink bow on the front of your panties.

Dave hums, his fingers sliding over your waist to grip it and he leans forward, pressing his aquiline nose against your untouched cunt and inhales, drinking in the scent of your arousal.

You gasp as you feel the heat of his breath coat your panties, your hands grip the edge of his desk as you attempt to hold yourself still.

You look down at him and see his eyes burning up into yours as a devilish smirk engulfs his face, without another word he takes a deep inhale.

“Innocent.” He murmurs to himself. “You should always wear white panties.” He says louder, sliding his finger along the edge. “Only white.”

“I would do anything you say,” you reply, lost in the haze and the spell he has you under.

For the first time in your life, you are letting the want that you had become an expert in repressing free. Your mouth wasn’t echoing the words that had been placed there by other people, it was freeing the ‘yeses’ and the soft sweet noises that always threatened to choke you as you swallowed them down dry.

Dave is pleased, turning you around and pulling you down onto his lap. Letting the hardness of his cock press against your ass. “Good girl.” He coos into your ear, hands sliding up your thighs. “Open for me, little girl. Let daddy rub your clit for you.”

You’re so pliant for him, and you let him mould your body onto his. You feel yourself flush when you feel the hardness of his cock against your ass, you wonder what it looks like… whether he’ll show you or tell you to touch it.

You spread your legs and bury your teeth into your bottom lip as his fingers brush against the waistband of your panties.

“Hmmm so warm.” He teases, feeling the heat radiating off of you. He knows you’ve stared at his hands, he watched you today in class. So you are visualising it as your eyes close. “Ah, ah, ah.” He chides. “Eyes open for daddy, little girl. You enjoy me touching your little pussy.”

You open your eyes and look down at his fingers pushing into your panties, your legs widening as he pushes lower. Arousal is dripping out of your slit and down your legs and part of you is nervous about how he’ll react to just how wet you already are.

Dave groans into your ear, fingers sliding through your shorter curls and he cups your cunt possessively, feeling how you soak his palm. Your little mewl of bewilderment and pleasure spurs him on. “You should have called me last night.” He whispers into your ear, circling your folds with his finger. “I would have shown you then so you didn’t have to go to bed so worked up. Poor, innocent thing. Daddy would have taken care of you.”

Words continue to fail you as soft moans slip out through your pretty mouth, you can’t put into words how good it feels but you know you never want him to stop.

You never knew it could feel this good, you had allowed yourself to gently press your fingers across your clit a few times but it never felt this good.

Dave moans in your ear when he finally touches your clit. That responsive little button that makes you jump in his arms and a soft moan pour out of your lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He hums, his hand moving your panties as he starts rubbing your clit.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper as he lights the most delicious flame in your core, his thick digits getting to know your body better than you do, better than you ever have.

“I’m not going to.” He chuckles in your ear. “Not until this pussy is spasming for me. Cumming all over these panties.”

Your hips start rocking as his fingers rub perfect circles into your clit, your neck rolls back as pleasure pumps throughout your whole body. You feel your nipples harden and your pelvic muscles clench as he continues his delicious assault on your body.

“Please,” you start to murmur over and over again, not quite surely what you’re begging for but finding yourself unable to stop.

“Shhhhhhh shhhhhh.” Dave shushes you, knowing that the school wouldn’t be happy if he was found with his hand in a student’s panties. Although that was some of the thrill. “Just let daddy take care of you. You’re gonna cum, sweet girl. All over my hand, aren’t you? Your pussy’s gonna feel so good.”

His finger presses harder, makes tighter circles and he wants to cup your tits but there’s time for that later. He’ll show you how to play with your tits and soak your panties from playing with your nipples alone. He has so many plans for you.

You feel something glorious build inside of you, it’s almost overwhelming but at the same time you want more. The metallic taste of blood floods your tastebuds and you dig your teeth so hard into your lower lip that it draws blood.

He plays your body so effortlessly, ripping pleasure from you like it was what he was made to do. Soft whimpers escape you and the sound of his fingers rubbing against yours soaking wet pussy fills the room.

“Do you hear that?” he grunts in your ear and you just moan his name in response, “Daaave.”

His pace on your clit becomes faster and faster as your moans become breathier and breathier, “Oh my G—” you start to gasp, but he grabs you by the jaw and silences you, gritting in your ear that the only person's name you’re allowed to moan is his.

Dave watches you, keeping his fingers moving over your clit. “You gonna cum for me?” He asks harshly.

You whimper a small moan in response, feeling the band you didn’t know that existed inside of you grow more and more taunt; the band ready to snap inside of you.

And then he stops… “Use. Your. Words.” He punches out in short sharp breaths.

“Yes sir,” You moan out, ready to beg him to move his fingers again.

Dave waits a few beats, letting you calm down to the point where he will have to wind you up again. You whimper and he chuckles, starting to rub your clit again slowly.

Your thighs start to shake, and you start to tremble as you chant his name. “I’m gon- I think- I” you stutter out before your body begins to convulse, his words become incoherent as white explodes behind your eyes and pleasure rips throughout your body.

His fingers keep rubbing those perfect circles into you as you come down from your high, the overstimulation makes you wince and you place your hand over the top of his, “Dave,” you murmur, unsure what you’re trying to say.

His cock is throbbing against your ass and he hums, finally taking mercy on you and pulling his fingers out of your panties. His finger is coated in your slick and he smirks, knowing you will be scandalized when he tastes you.

You watch with wide eyes as he sinks his fingers that are dripping with your arousal in his mouth. ‘Oh’ you mumble as he closes his eyes as he sucks every last drop of your arousal clean from his fingers.

“How do I taste?” you whisper as he opens his eyes and slowly removes his fingers with a loud pop.

“Sweet.” Dave smirks, sliding his hand back into your panties to gather more. “Like honey. Do you want to taste, little girl? Taste your own pussy?”

You shake your head, “I-uh- I should go.”

Frowning, Dave pulls back slightly and pins you with a searching stare. “You don’t have to go.” He is annoyed that you want to leave and his hand cups your cunt again. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” you whisper, looking away from and trying to keep the shame that’s threatening to consume you at bay, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Dave huffs, pulling his hand out of your panties and he drops his other from your waist. “Fine.” His tone drops flat, no emotion in it.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur as you scramble to your feet.

Dave calls your name sharply. Watching as you slowly turn around and face him. Mortification is written on your face and he lifts a brow. “Leave your panties.”

“What?” you choke out, “What do you mean?” you feel yourself getting flustered under his stare, “I have my first bible study in a half hour… I don’t have time to go back to my dorm and get another pair.”

“Then go without.” Dave tells you, smirking slightly.

“You want me to… to give you my panties?” you ask again.

“Yes.” He frowns at you. “Are you having a hard time understanding me? Take off your panties and put them in my hand.”

You nod your head a few times before hiking up your skirt and gripping on the waistband of your panties, your fingers linger against the elastic for a few seconds before you begin to roll them down past your thighs and push them down until they pool at your feet. You step out of them and quickly bend down to collect them, your fingers brushing against the damp patch as you begin walking back over to Dave and placing them in his outstretched hand.

“Good girl.” Dave coos, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot and looking down to see the cream you’ve smeared over the liner. “Now you can go.”

“Oh-okay,” you stutter as you stumble towards the door, “Goodbye Mr Yo— Dave.”

You close the door behind you, and you swallow hard. Trying not to draw any attention to yourself as you make your way through the busy hall and onto your bible study session.

The urge to keep walking past the door as you approach the library that your study is being held in boils in your tummy, but you figure that it’s best not to miss your first session. So you brush down your uniform and plaster your kindest smile across your face as you make your way over to the table that has your study group number on it.

A few students are already sitting on the table, engaging in small talk as you approach. You wait until they’ve finished chatting before telling them your name and taking a seat. Pressing your legs together as tightly as you can as you pull your chair under the table.

The session goes by pretty quickly. One of the girls insisted that everyone share their favourite passages and then quizzed them as to why. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at her, you recognize her as the overeager girl from Professor York's class.

You say your goodbyes as the session nears an end but not before scribbling down the proposed date of your next meeting.

Just as you start to head out you hear her call your name and this time you do roll your eyes.

“You’re in Professor York's class right?” she asks whilst looking you up and down, “He’s a little… intense, right? I heard that as the weeks go on the amount of people that survive his teaching method gets smaller and smaller.”

“Oh,” you reply, attempting to sound interested, “Good to know I guess.”

“Yeah,” she says with a smirk, “I just think sometimes it’s best for certain people to drop out before it becomes clear when a professor is clearly too… blunt for what they can handle. Just some friendly advice. See you Friday.”

You scoff at her as she pushes on ahead of you and you shake your head thankful the day is over and feeling ready to get back to your dorm, eat dinner and have an early night.

It has been an interesting day to say the least.

Dave picks up his phone, reaching up to take his reading glasses off and give his eyes a break as he sees the notification from a number already programmed into his phone. Your number.

Opening the text, he smirks. It’s a picture. One that was obviously taken by someone who isn’t used to shoving a phone between their thighs. A skirt is rolled up, showing off the wet and glistening lips of a sweet pussy, clit engorged. Groaning, Dave reaches down and palms his cock, knowing he will jerk off to it later.

Fingers hovering over the keyboard to text back, he pauses. You had disappointed him today. So there will be no reply to the pretty little picture he got.

You wake with a groan, you had spent half the night tossing and turning and checking your phone to see if you had a response to the phone you made the rash decision to send.

You didn’t get one last night and the only notification on your display was a text from Mom with some random bible quote on a sunset background.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to wallow in the guilt that kept attempting to rear its ugly head and you knew that by responding to her message that you wouldn’t be able to repress those feelings, so you elected to ignore it and get ready for a shower.

The breakfast hall was bustling, you were running late after having an extra long shower and made the decision to swing by and grab a to go coffee and muffin to fuel you until lunch.

For the second time in your life you were fighting the urge to skip, yesterday bible study and today Dave's lecture.

It was clear he wasn’t happy with you after leaving yesterday, and the lack of response to the photograph makes you think that he wasn’t impressed with that either.

Dave wonders what you are thinking, what you are doing, as he gathers his papers from his office to make his way across campus to his lecture hall. Stepping out into the hall and pulling the door closed, he has his key in the lock. “Professor York!” He groans to himself as the sound of the perky and high pitched voice of the blonde in the same class as you. “Professor York, so glad I caught you!”

Turning, Dave plasters a smile on his face. Trying to place a name to her and blanking for a few moments before it comes to him. “Deandra Hall, right?” Her giggle makes him nearly roll his eyes but he lets himself seem happy in her response. “What can I do for you?”

“I have a few questions that I was hoping to get answers for before your lecture today.” The laughably coy attempt to flutter her lashes at him is almost insulting but Dave is struck by inspiration.

“Walk with me to class and we can talk.” He suggests, finishing locking the door to his office and slipping the key into his pocket. If this goes well, he should be in for an entertaining class today.

You sip your coffee as you round the corner on your way to class, keeping the pace with your fellow peers and trying to remain cool about seeing Dave for the first time since the… incident.

And then you spot them.

Dave and little miss ‘friendly advice’ walking together, clearly engaged in conversation and it makes you feel sick. She makes no effort to conceal the way she’s batting her eyelashes at him, her hand resting on his arm as they walk into the room together.

You linger for a few moments before deciding to enter the lecture hall, hoping that the room was already filling up with your classmates and he’d be addressing everyone and not still engaging in chat with… her.

Dave knows the moment you walk in, but he doesn’t look up. Making it appear like he is engaged in a very involved conversation. Even though he is barely able to keep himself from asking her to go to her seat.

She’s flirting. He realised that about five seconds after they had started walking to the lecture hall. She has a crush on him and is trying to figure out how to get close.

He’s not interested. At all. The only reason he was still talking to her is because it would be rude to cut her off when she’s asking questions about class. That and to see how you react.

Jealousy is not a feeling that you’re used to. You’d grown accustomed to the fact that some things were just not meant for you. At a young age you’d learned that there was no point crying over not receiving the barbie doll that you’d been eyeing up in the store on Christmas day because that’s how life worked. Sure it stung when you were the only girl in your class not able to join in with the games they played but you learned to keep envy locked away in a box.

But you could feel the way it burned on your face, the green eyed monster that you were sure you had locked up in a box with the key nowhere to ever be found; had not only made an appearance but had twisted itself around you and made itself well known from the expression on your face alone.

So you made the decision to sit in a different spot than you had in the past few days and hoped the cover of darkness would mean that Professor York wouldn’t be able to see how irritated you were.

Throughout the lesson you sat and stewed, wondering if you really had any right to be jealous at all, as he’d never offered you anything other than an orgasm. One he gave to you in the most spectacular fashion, but you don’t know what this is, you weren’t even sure if this was something at all.

Dave smiles after he suggests that Deandra takes her seat, finally getting her to shut up for a moment and looks around the hall.

At first he doesn’t spot you, the seat you had chosen empty and he rocks his jaw before he looks up towards the back. Finding you huddled into a corner and staring down at your notebook like it was the focus of your ire. Good.

“Envy.” He announces loudly, making your head pop up. “Tell me about it.”

You groan and sink down into your seat, ‘Of course,’ you think to yourself as you start scribbling in your notebook.

The room starts to fill with the sounds of multiple students offering up their answers and examples.

Dave is amused looking around the room and noticing how you will not look up. Someone is jealous.

“Envy comes in many forms. Coveting or greatly desiring someone’s possession. Even their time.” He lectures. “Being jealous of your friend or boyfriend spending time with others is envy.” He smirks as he looks at the shocked faces around the lecture hall as they absorb that information.

You refuse to look up, you refuse to give him a prime example of envy by the expression etched across your face alone. ‘Is it too late to transfer to another class?’ you think to yourself as he engages in a back and forth with a student about why they’re convincing envy with something else.

“Deandra, you have something to add?” Dave barely keeps from rolling his eyes at the insistent girl waving her arm to be recognized like she is still in grade-school, but he acknowledges her.

“Yes, Professor,” she remarks and you can hear the smugness in her voice, “Envy can manifest itself in many ways. Jealousy being most common… like someone maybe noticing an obvious attraction between two peo—” he cuts her off with a shake of his head and asks the class for an example that hasn’t already been shared.

He looks around, eyes settling on you and he calls your name. You have barely looked up but now every head in the hall turns towards you. “You had some good insight with lust.” He says mildly. “What are your thoughts on envy?”

He knows you know what he is doing and there is a challenge in his eyes as he waits.

“I-uh, well.. it’s a sin… obviously,” you say after staring at him silently for a few seconds, “But it’s also an emotion. Something we are all capable of expressing and in my personal opinion the hardest of the sins to not commit. We are not always in charge of how we are feeling and how others make us feel.” You put an emphasis behind the word and end the sentence by slightly raising your eyebrow.

After a few seconds of silence, you decide to add a final thought… “But my personal honest thoughts on envy? I don’t believe something we are unable to control, like an emotion, should be considered a sin.”

“Interesting.” Dave praises, nodding in agreement as he holds eye contact with you for another moment before looking around the hall. “Everyone agree? Envy is an emotion that is uncontrollable?”

“No,” comes out of the shrillest voice in the room, “I disagree, Professor York. If we all exhibit the restraint the Lord has blessed us with, we can control anything.”

You scoff loudly, and feel every eye in the room find its way on you, “Really, Deandra? You think that you can pray away emotional responses?”

Dave tsks, shaking his head. “Even thinking about it would be considered a sin by the scriptures, wouldn’t you agree? So involuntarily the sin is committed.”

“We all sin.” Deandra intones piously. “The point is that we should strive to realise that none of us belong to this place. We are of God.”

You roll your eyes at her righteousness and take a little bit too much enjoyment in Dave’s obvious lack of patience with her.

“Except no one can be God.” Dave reminds her. “To suggest that is blasphemy and sin itself. We are discussing these things now to have a better understanding later on in the semester. Not to start tallying ‘Hail Marys’ in confession.”

‘No one can be God’… his words repeat in your head over and over as your mind drifts back to what he did to you less than 24 hours ago.

You suppress a chuckle as you look down at the man in front of you. He’s right. ‘No one can be a God’, but he’s taught you that people are capable of making you feel godly things.

During the remainder of the lesson and the way you hear him discuss sin with such nonchalance, you realise that he’s definitely not a God fearing man.

And this realisation makes you fear that he’s capable of things that’ll make you test your faith in the man himself. And with all the discussion of sin going on around you, you think that might be the biggest sin you could ever commit.

The lecture winds down and Dave grins when he notices the range of emotions on the faces of his students. Making them think beyond Bible verses or catechisms is what he is paid to do, although he pushes the boundaries of what the college had in mind when they created his department. “Tonight, your assignment is to write about envy. Personal experience and what you did about it.”

You scribble down the assignment, you weren’t sure what you were going to write, but you had a feeling that you could cook something up without going to him for help this time.

Still you linger for a few moments after your classmates start to exit the hall. Hoping that he’ll call you down for a talk, maybe discuss the photo from last night… or touch you again. But he doesn’t, you watch as he doesn’t throw a second glance in your direction and simply walks out.

Dave can feel your eyes on his back as he walks out. Wondering if he will get a visit from you during office hours but he doubts it. He’s sure you will be stubborn and he hums to himself as he swings his keys in his hand. He would rather have you in his lap again, making another mess of your panties while he makes you cum.

The rest of the day goes by in a bit of a blur, you had two double periods and you made the effort to eat at the cafeteria rather than alone before popping out to buy some essentials and a few bits to make your dorm feel a little more homely.

You finally make it back to your room and immediately get to work on a few assignments, purposely leaving the one for Professor York's class until last.

With a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hand you open up your diary to the page with Dave’s assignment scribbled down.

‘A personal experience with envy’ - you had many but it was the next part that you struggled with ‘and what you did about it.’

‘Mhmm,’ you sigh out loud as you recount a few times where you felt envious for a moment before you put it in that box and moved on. But that’s not what he’d want to hear. You know he’d find that boring, you know that he wouldn’t be impressed or he’d make you rewrite it. So you thought for a little longer, going as far to jot down a few ideas… maybe you could write about something you’d wanted to do? Before you stored it away. No. He’d see right through that.

Your mind drifts back to him and how good he looked today, wearing a light grey suit; light enough that if you were to have been touched again by him that your arousal would have left an obvious wet patch on his pants.

'Ugh’, you grumble again. You think of the way your heart stopped when you saw him round that corner… and saw her obviously trying to gain his attention in more ways than just one… by batting her lashes and running her fingers up one of his arms as they walked together.

You wonder if he’d touch her like he touched you yesterday, you wonder if he touched her instead of you today and you feel sick at the thought of it. You feel jealousy bubble up in your stomach and consume your entire body.

‘Fuck,’ you curse as you slam the lid of your laptop down, ‘I wonder if she’d still be giving me friendly advice to drop out of his class if she knew…’

And that’s when it hits you. The little button of pleasure roaring to life with a pulse that you couldn’t ignore.

You hitch your skirt up over your waist and start pulling your panties down without a second's hesitation, before you start desperately trying to mimic the movements he made on the day previous. It feels good, you can’t deny it, but it doesn’t feel as good as he made you feel.

‘Dave,’ you mumble as you squeeze your eyes shut, imagining it’s his thick digits playing that part of you so effortlessly and having you whimper and gasp for air as he pulls something glorious from you. And then you imagine her, stone faced and furious, sitting across his desk as he takes you to a whole new level of pleasure as she desperately tries to steal his attention from you.

“Good girl,” he’d whisper over and over in your ear, drowning out her incessant pleas for him to notice her with every drip of praise he covered you in. She’d only shut her mouth and get up and leave after realising you’re all that he can see, and after watching him clean his fingers with his tongue as you attempt to regain your composure after he makes you cum with a loud scream of his name.

…And that’s when a burst of hot white pleasure explodes behind your eyes, and for the first time ever, you’d reached completion with your own sinful hands.

You lay there for a few minutes listening to your own shaky breaths, before sitting up and pulling your laptop open; before you have time to change your mind you start to type out ‘a personal experience with envy’, one that would end up with your fingers dripping in arousal.

In his own home, Dave taps his pen against the stack of papers as he looks at his phone. Like he had predicted, you hadn’t shown up for office hours. Leaving him to look at the panties you had soiled yesterday and open his phone to look at the picture of your sweet little pussy again.

His cock twitches as he imagines if you had come. Making you sit on his desk and spread your legs so he could taste you. Watch your eyes flutter while you have your pussy licked for the first time. Pulling his aching cock out of his pants and watching your eyes widen in curiosity and fear. You would want to touch him but be resistant.

Blowing out a breath, he snatches up the phone and starts typing. ‘No visual aids tonight?’

The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand makes you jump, you pick it up and your jaw drops at the notification on your homepage.

You open the message and read it back a few times, contemplating what to say or whether to send him another picture.

‘Didn’t think they were your thing.’ You punch back before hitting send.

Dave smirks, admiring the sass you seem to have with the impersonality of a phone between you. Chuckling, he types out a response. ‘Why would you think that?’

'Lack of response? You acting like it never happened? You flirting with Little Miss Southern Belle. Thought maybe she had stolen your attention... Should I keep going?’ You type back with a grin on your face.

Shaking his head, Dave feels the thrill of victory flooding his veins, making his cock even harder. ‘There’s jealousy in those words, little girl. And here I thought you would have come to me for help since you are a good girl.’

You scoff at his audacity. ‘For help? Do you mean for the essay that I have already completed?’

Part of you is tempted to take a photo of your glistening pussy, your cum has made your pussy lips and the tops of thighs shine.

Just as you get ready to start spreading your legs to snap a shot for his eyes only, you see the text bubble appear on your screen.

‘Send it to me now.’

Dave sits back and unbuckles his belt, needing relief. His cock is throbbing and he’s got your panties laying on his desk, taunting him.

‘Dave, I haven’t edited it yet…’ you reply, a white lie but you’re not 100% sure you were actually ever going to hand this one in.

‘I don’t give a shit about grammar and spelling.’ Dave immediately sends back, eager to see your envy.

‘Oh,’ you groan before immediately attaching the file and sending it to him.

You’re unsure whether to switch off your phone and run from what you’ve done or be brave and wait out a reply… if one comes.

Dave smirks when his email pings and he sets his phone down to pick up his glasses. Wondering if you will squirm as you wait for his response.

Starting to read it his cock throbs, aching for relief as he visualises your words. Bringing the scene to life.

He gives in, pushing back from his desk just enough so he can pull his cock out and spits in his hand. Needing to find some relief since you will not come over and let him touch you like he wants.

‘What is taking so long?’ you think to yourself as the seconds stretch into minutes and time seemingly comes to a standstill.

Dave smirks as he sends the message to you. Wondering what you will think when you get the picture he had just taken, he stands up to go wash his hands.

‘Oh my,’ you mumble as you look at the picture on your screen. The same thick digits that were pressed against you yesterday, covered in a pearly white liquid. ‘Is that your seed?’ you text back feeling slightly flushed. With a weird feeling in your stomach making want to taste the shiny liquid.,

Seed. He snorts when he reads the word and imagines how flustered you look right now. ‘Yes. It’s my cum. Or ‘seed’ as you call it. Had to jerk off thinking about your paper and looking at the picture of your pretty pussy.’

You feel heat flush in your face, ‘Can I see a photo of you? Your…?’ You type back quickly and wonder how he’ll react or if he’ll even reply.

He considers it. He really does. Even soft now that he’s cum, he’s still impressive as far as most men go. He can imagine you would gasp and wonder how he would look when he’s hard, but then he wants to see that. Wants to witness the curiosity being fulfilled. Instead of snapping a picture, Dave sends you a message back. ‘I’ll show you in person tomorrow. My office.’

‘Before or after class?’ you reply quickly, a little anxious that you sound overeager.

Smirking, Dave hesitates as he thinks about what would be best. ‘After. More time to….explore.’

‘See you then, Sir.’ You reply before plugging your phone into your charger and settling down to sleep.

The next morning, Dave dresses with care, shaving his face smooth and making sure that he had trimmed his pubic hair nearly. Knowing that you are going to see a man’s penis for the first time has him eager to get through the class and to his office hours.

Humming to himself as he dresses and puts on his favourite cologne. He wonders if you slept last night or if you touched yourself again. He has no doubt that your paper was real. You had made yourself cum and he chuckles to himself. He will have to ask you which one you preferred. His fingers or yours.

The morning begins with a phone call from your Mom, guilt dripping from your face as you watch the phone ring out.

You promise yourself you’ll call your parents at the weekend before climbing out of bed and making your way to the showers.

You make an extra effort this morning and whilst you may have been shielded from certain things, you know how to keep yourself tidy and fresh. You wonder if today he’ll touch you again, or if it’ll be your turn to touch him.

You think about the pearly liquid from the photo he sent you and wonder how it feels… how it tastes before chiding yourself and throwing yourself into getting ready for the day.

You remember what he said about the white panties and reach for a new pair, cotton with some frill around the edges.

Every morning Dave stops for coffee on his way to his lecture hall. The cart in the quad makes a roast that he enjoys and despite what people might think of him, he likes his coffee sweet. Three pumps vanilla, one pump salted caramel with sweet cream foam. He smirks to himself as he purchases another one for a lucky student and whistles as he walks through the hustling students.

The lecture hall is almost full when you arrive, you settle down in your original seat and get your things ready.

You glance around the room and notice that Professor York still hasn’t arrived.

You notice that a few seats near the front of the class are open and consider moving closer but don’t want to look too desperate, so you decide to stay where you are.

The room continues to fill as you wait for your professor to arrive, anticipation building up in your stomach as the seconds tick by.

Dave strolls into the lecture hall and sets the coffee cup directly in the middle of his desk and looks up at the students, making sure that he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

“The first one who recites First Corinthians, Chapter 3 Verse 3 gets this coffee.” He tells the calls. “It’s exactly how I drink my coffee everyday and it’s delicious.”

About twelve hands including yours immediately shoot up, waiting for him to call on one of you. You watch as he scours the room, seemingly taking in everyone but you.

It’s tempting to call on Deandra, not because he actually wants to hear her voice but to watch you seethe in jealousy. In the end, he doesn’t and chooses a boy who looks like he’s probably never gotten laid before. “You- blue shirt, red hat. What’s your name?”

“Patrick,” he stutters before going ahead and attempting to recite the verse, Daves intense stare boring into him is enough to make him lose focus and fuck it up spectacularly.

You raise your hand again as Dave gives Patrick a small nod, and looks around for the next person to call on.

“You, third row.” He calls out to a pretty brunette. She’s not his type, but he’s pretty damn sure you don’t know what his type is. “Snoopy T-shirt.”

“Sarah,” she responds quickly, she perfectly recites the verse without so much as a stutter and you hate the way he immediately floods her with praise. Your stomach knotting at the way he calls her a good girl and inviting her out of her seat to collect her coffee. He says something so only she can hear and you feel blinded with jealousy.

“Does anyone understand what that means?” Dave asks, looking around the room and barely glancing at you before he’s on to another person.

You can’t help the way your mouth twists at him overlooking you for a second time, you’re certain he peered in your direction this time, so you’re unsure why he completely dismissed you.

“Anyone?” Dave looks disappointed in the class and tsks quietly. “Okay then, switching topics. Someone tell me their story of envy. We aren’t in confession, self reflection is good for the soul.”

You slowly lower your still raised hand as he looks around the room for people to offer up their stories and you know that there is no way you can share yours, so you sink down into your seat and start to second guess whether he wants to see you afterwards or not.

Dave calls on a boy who introduces himself as David, sounding proud of the fact that he has the same name as his professor. Boring Dave to death with a story about some action figure he had wanted as a boy that all of his friends got for Christmas but his own parents denied him and lectured him on Christmas Day for being disappointed or covetous. He had 'borrowed' the figure from a friend to play with after going back to school and it had caused him to be jealous and resentful.

"Okay. Good story." This class is very sheltered and Dave reminds himself that he is supposed to be accepting of that fact. He moves into the other religious uses of envy throughout the Bible and other texts. The college doesn't like him teaching anything but Christianity at a Catholic college but it is used to reinforce the 'envy is bad' theory that he is teaching.

The rest of the class drags by unbelievably slowly, Dave seemingly boring himself as he recites and instructs people to read from the required textbooks now in front of you all.

You find yourself intensely watching the clock and rolling your eyes at how painfully slow it ticks by.

When you aren’t looking, Dave studies you. Watching as you try to concentrate but it’s clear that you are thinking about something else.

The butterflies in your tummy are getting harder and harder to ignore as the end of lesson approaches, he has gone out of his way to ignore you this whole lesson. ‘Maybe he’s changed his mind’ you think to yourself, maybe he wants someone more experienced.

The rest of the lesson is spent on a quick quiz and jotting down the texts Professor York expects us to memorise for tomorrow's lesson. He asks for the papers on envy to be turned in and seeing as you emailed yours, you didn’t have a physical copy to hand. You loiter for a few moments, noticing how he doesn’t even glance in the direction you’re in and you feel another stroke of unease flood through you.

Dave waits until you leave before he starts to gather up his papers, shoving them in the leather satchel he carries and quickly makes his way out of the lecture hall. Eager to get to his office and have you arrive.

You don’t know whether to make your way to his office, or just slip back to your room. You find yourself slowly making your way down the hallway, stopping at every cabinet or plaque. The temptation to run to your dorm room and hide under the safety of your blankets grows stronger, but the desperation to feel his fingers on your skin and his breath of neck beats it out.

You stand silently for a few moments, weighing up the options in your head and then you feel the vibrations of your phone in your skirt pocket.

Dave frowns down at his phone, he had halfway expected to have you waiting outside his office. ‘I don’t like to be kept waiting.’

‘Fuck’ you mouth, as you quickly punch out ‘I’m coming’ and make your way as quickly as you can to his office without actually running.

Your hand forms a fist the second his door is in sight and you as soon as you can reach it, you gently knock the door three times.

Dave takes a minute before he calls for you to enter. He knows it’s you. Watching you slip inside, he smirks. “Lock the door behind you.”

Your heart is in your stomach and somehow your stomach is in your throat. You can’t find the words to greet him, so instead you politely nod and turn back to lock the door.

With shaky fingers you fumble with the lock before slowly turning back around and straightening out the front of your uniform.

Something tells you to stay still and wait to be called over. Like an unspoken rule that as soon as the lock has clicked shut that he is in control.

“Show me your panties.” Dave smirks slightly, repeating the last time you were in this office. “Are they wet, or are you unaffected today?”

You stay rooted to the spot, reaching down to pull on your skirt, hoisting them up just over the elastic on your panties. You know he can see your thighs shiny with your arousal, so you don’t need to answer his question verbally.

“Interesting.” Dave tears his eyes away from your thighs to drag them up to your embarrassed orbs. He sees curiosity fighting to get through, under the layers of repressed religion. “Did you touch yourself thinking about my cum?” He asks, leaning back and watching you.

“No,” you admit honestly, “I almost did it in the shower this morning, but it doesn’t feel as good as when you did it.”

He chuckles at your admission, nodding as if he knew that would be the case. “I’ll make sure you feel good any time you want.” He promises. “There are so many other ways to feel even better. So many ways.”

“Yeah?” you ask quietly, still waiting for him to give you permission to move closer or take a seat, “How so?”

“My fingers inside you.” He lifts his hand and curls two fingers slowly. “My tongue on your pretty pussy. My cock.”

You feel your cheeks burn at the gesture he makes, as well as the filth he so effortlessly speaks. Your thighs automatically squeeze together and your clit pulses at the thought of his tongue on you, you had heard about this before in a magazine you had once taken a glance in at the doctors office. Your mother had seen the title of the magazine in your hand a few minutes later and immediately ripped it from you.

“Can… Can I see it?” you whisper.

Dave drops one finger and crooks the remaining one towards you, motioning for you to come to him. “You want to see a man’s cock, little girl? My cock?” The cock in question twitches under his slacks when you nod shyly and he loves the way you shuffle forward as if you are pacing yourself. The innocence. “If you want to see it, you need to pull it out.” He challenges, just to see what you would do.

A little gasp breaks free of your lips as you realise what he’s asking you to do. You take a tentative step towards him and feel a mixture of guilt and excitement stir up in your tummy.

A few seconds later you’re standing expectantly in front of him, you’re not sure if he wants you to do it with him sitting down or if he’ll stand. So you wait for instruction, your eyes flicking between the large bulge in his pants and his dark eyes.

“Nervous?” He rocks forward and stands, reaching out to cup your cheek. “Do you not want to? Should I show you this one time?”

“I want to,” you say innocently, “I just need some guidance.”

“I’ll make it easy on you.” Dave decides, dropping his hand from your cheek to his belt. There is the clinking of his buckle as he undoes it and flicks the button of his slacks open. “All you have to do is unzip.” He murmurs, having decided to not wear underwear today to shock your virgin sensibilities.

You try to hide the way your hand is trembling with nerves and anticipation, you slowly reach forward and let your fingers brush the material of his pants before you take one last look at him and gently reach for the zipper, slowly pulling it down.

You gasp loudly as his cock springs free, no underwear to contain it.

He’s hard, the head flushed to a deep red and there is just the beginnings of precum built up on the tip. It’s a silly thing to be proud of, but whatever doctor had done his circumcision at the hospital had done a good job. The head mushrooms perfectly and he bobs slightly under the weight now that he’s not confined.

A little moan escapes you as you look at it. The thickness makes your pussy clench as you wonder how something that thick could ever fit inside of you. The urge to reach out and touch it grows stronger the longer you look, but still you wait for instruction, unsure what he’s wanting you to do.

Dave wants to bite your bottom lip, take over nibbling on it. “You can touch it.” He urges, wanting to feel your hand around him. To be the first cock you touch.

Your eyes burn into his before you gently reach out and brush your fingertips over the length, before pulling away, embarrassment flooding you as you’re unsure exactly how to touch it.

Dave reaches out, grabbing your hand gently and opening your fingers so they wrap around him when he pulls it to his cock. Groaning when you curl your fingers around him and his cock pulses harshly in your grip. “That’s good, just like that.” He pants.

“Oh,” you gasp, “Show me how to make you feel good, Sir.”

His chuckle is dirty and he keeps his hand around yours as he starts to guide you. Helping you and watching your eyes widen as you feel the smooth skin move over the hardness beneath. “There you go.”

You keep your motions as steady as you can, flicking your wrist up and down and focusing on the way his breaths get slightly shakier as you keep going. You’re kneeling between his legs, crouched in a position that’s extremely familiar to you, but performing an act of depravity that you’d never imagined yourself doing less than a week after starting college.

“Stop.” Dave doesn’t want to cum from your hand, not just yet. You immediately stop and he flicks a bead of his precum off the tip and holds it up on his finger. “See what you do to me?”

The words leave your mouth before you have time to process you’re saying them, “I want to taste it.”

Dave smiles approvingly, like you just answered a question in class correctly. “Stick out your tongue, little girl.” He orders, wanting to stick his cock on your tongue, but his fluids will do for now.

You ignore the guilt rising in your stomach like bile for your role is the debauchery, and do as you’re commanded, shuffling forward and obediently sticking your tongue up, looking up at him through your lashes.

He hums, smearing his precum on your tongue and groaning when he pulls his finger away. Watching you as the taste expands on your tastebuds and he wants to give you more.

You let out a satisfied hum and squeeze your eyes shut as the taste of him explodes on your tongue, salty and a little bitter. You squeeze your thighs together as you feel your pussy start to drip with excitement.

“Sit on my desk.” Dave orders, wrapping his hand around his cock as he slowly starts to stroke himself again. “You want more, don’t you little girl?

“Yes, please,” you ask, with the same kind of politeness that falls from you as you’re standing in line for a sip of wine and a wafer at church. But this time desperately for something else to grace your lips.

He continues to stroke himself as you climb to your feet, turning around and pushing your butt onto the desk and pressing your knees together like a good girl. Standing, Dave lets go of his cock and uses his hand to spread your legs wide enough for him to stand between. “Close your eyes.” He orders, waiting until you’ve compiled to lean in, licking his lips before he presses them to yours.

The unexpected intrusion is not what you imagined, but you feel like you might cry if he pulls his lips from yours. He’s gentler than you’d expected, one hand resting on your thigh whilst the other gently grips the bottom of your jaw and guides your mouth.

Keeping it light for a long moment, he feels your surprise, then delight in the soft kiss. Feeling any resistance give way, Dave waits for the moment your lips part on a sigh to slowly slide his tongue into your mouth.

You breathe moans into his mouth as his lips envelope yours, his tongue dances across yours as his hold on your gets tighter. You follow his lead and gently press your tongue against his, before reaching up to touch his face as he continues to kiss and lick into your mouth.

He admits that he might have pushed it. Take the kiss too deep. Growling hungrily into your mouth and stroking your tongue with his harder makes you gasp and pull away. Leaving him breathing heavily and reminding himself that you are not used to this type of kissing.

“Sorry,” you murmur, worried you’d upset him by pulling back, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” Dave shakes his head and his hand comes back to your cheek, cupping it and giving you another moment. “I’m sure no one has kissed you like that before.”

“No one has ever… kissed me before,” you admit shyly, convinced the revelation is going to have you sent out of his office.

“Oh you innocent little thing.” Dave breathes out, cock twitching against your thigh and he just stares at you in wonder. You are perfect. Completely innocent and unbroken. “Did you like it?”

“I really liked it,” you say, unable to suppress the smile that’s spreading across your face, “I never imagined… I’d ever be doing this, but I can’t stay away.”

“Do you want me to kiss your lips?” Dave asks, a small smirk on his face.

“Yes, please,” you reply instantaneously.

Dave chuckles, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours briefly before he pulls back. “But I didn’t say which lips, little girl.” He teases. “Should I kiss your pussy? Make you feel even better than before?”

“Yes,” you choke out, “Yes I want you to tas—” Heat flooding your cheeks as you cut yourself off.

You take a deep breath and look him in the eye, taking in the amused look etched across his face, “I want you to taste my uh… my pussy,” you say with as much confidence as you can muster.

“Good girl.” Dave praises, giving you another kiss before he slides his hands up your thighs. “Lift your hips for me.” He urges, eager to get your panties off so he can debauch you further.

You lift your hips and he wastes no time freeing you off your panties. “Dave,” you moan as you feel his hot breath on your exposed core.

Chuckling, he turns his head and presses his tongue to the inner band of your thigh, just shy of your pussy but it allows his shaved smooth cheek to graze your swollen clit.

The noise that leaves you is drenched in sin, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from begging for more.

The answering sound is one meant to soothe you, making you wait while he explores. His eyes drinking in the sight of your pussy lips, soaked and your hair is trimmed. “Someone freshened up.” He coos teasingly, using his fingers to spread your lips wide. “So pretty.”

“For you,” you gasp out, somehow feeling his touch everywhere.

“Let me thank you then, baby girl.” He looks up at your eyes, wide with wonder when he lowers his mouth to your pussy.

“Ohhhhh,” you moan at feeling of his mouth on you, he starts gentle, his tongue gently lapping at your clit as you bring your hands up to cover your face.

Dave tuts, pulling his tongue away from your clit and you whine. “Let me see your face while I lick your pussy, little girl.” He orders quietly.

You groan at the loss of his mouth on you, before removing your hands from your face and letting them rest on the desk, wanting to tangle them in his hair.

“Good girl.” He winks at you. “Good girls get to cum on daddy’s face.”

“Oh, god,” you gasp out at him, “Yes, yes, please.”

“Yes please what?” He teases, loving how sweet you sound when you beg.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you reply barely above a whisper.

Dave huffs, pleased with the mixture of innocence and demand in your whispered plea. You have no idea how good it can feel but you want it. “Pull on my hair, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He promises, diving back into your folds.

You want to scream out with how good it feels, his tongue ravishing your folds as he goes between sucking and licking you.

“Oh, Dave,” you moan out as your fingers tangle up in his hair, pulling his face closer to your dripping pussy as you feel something extraordinary start to build up inside of you.

Dave curls his tongue around your clit and pulls the little bud into his mouth to suck on it. Groaning into you like a starved animal as the passes of his tongue get faster and more frantic.

The mouth is one of the wonders of the world you decide, as with every lap of his tongue he coaxes you into the kind of paradise that you’d been told only existed for the purest of hearts.

He spends a few moments concentrating solely on your clit and you feel your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably, every muscle and nerve ending inside of you suddenly becomes enriched with pleasure and then he groans… his arms wrapping around your thighs either tighter and the sounds coming deep from within his throat making it 10x more intense, you think you might stop breathing, you think you might scream… and then he stops. Lowering his mouth to lap up every drop of the arousal dripping from you.

He can hear the frustration in your gasp, smirking to himself as he licks his lips and spreads your thighs wider to watch your pussy pulse while your orgasm slowly fades away. “Give it a second.” He murmurs, feeling that you are about to ask a question.

“Please,” you beg mindlessly, repeating the word over and over continues to edge you. Bringing you closer and closer everything before releasing your clit from from his lips, “I-I can’t,” you whimper as he slowly moves his tongue back down to your entrance, this time slowly pushing it in and out, his groan reverberating against your core as you start to ache your back off of his desk.

It’s deliberate, the in and out of his tongue mimicking what his cock will do to your little pussy. Except he cannot get as deep as he would want to. His nose is butting up against your clit and he breathes into you, absorbing every little flutter your cunt makes, groaning when your walls start to pulse around his tongue. “Cum for daddy, little girl.” He pulls away to order before he plunges his tongue back into your velvety softness.

Your fingers entwined in his hair are almost vice-like, gripping so hard that you’re certain it must hurt. But you can’t do anything but shake and whimper as the coil inside of you finally snaps. You whimper and moan his name in a breathless chant as your whole body is flooded with what you can only describe as something euphoric. Each one of your senses is heightened and your body knows nothing but pleasure in that moment. He continues eating you like a man starved throughout your high, refusing to let up or reduce his ministrations.

Your breathy whimpers feed into him, making him throb as he licks and sucks up every drop of arousal that weeps from your pussy. He knows he’s stained the trousers he’s wearing and he doesn’t care, enraptured with your taste. This is true heaven, and he’s taken you there for the first time.

You gently push away his face, the overstimulation being too much as you catch your breath. He peppers a few kisses on your trembling thighs before standing up and over you.

Dave kisses you again, giving you the taste of yourself from his lips as he moves between your thighs, wanting to feel your slickness against his cock. Maybe even jerk off right there. Splattering his cum against your still virgin pussy. He groans as the first touch of his length against your puffy lips feels exquisite.

You feel your body seize up as he drags his cock through your folds, oh no you think to yourself as you imagine losing your virginity on the desk of a man who you’ve barely spoken to. A man who clearly doesn’t value the promises you made to God… “Oh,” you mumble out loud, “I can’t… We can’t do this,” you say as you push him away.

He says something to you that you can’t quite make out, you find yourself apologising profusely as you pull your skirt back down, grab your backpack and run towards the door, unlocking it without looking back and practically running down the hall, keeping the same pace all the way back to your dorm.

Dave stares at the door for a long moment after you’ve left. In your panicked state, you’ve left behind another pair of panties and apparently didn’t hear him when he said he wasn’t going to take your virginity. Huffing to himself, he grabs your panties and wraps them around his fist, sitting down in his chair again to jerk off.

You kick off your shoes and set the chain on your door before throwing yourself under your covers. It hasn’t even been a week since you left home and you’re already unrecognisable to yourself.

You know your parents are mad at you after glancing through the family group chat and seeing that they’ve been informed that you’ve not gone to evening mass once since arriving at college. You should have figured they’d have been in contact with the local priest and checking up on you.

After spending an hour considering going to church and repenting or reading through your favourite passages for respite, you decide that what you really need is a nap. So you snuggle down, and get comfortable in bed.

Switching your phone off and letting yourself have a much needed cry before drifting off to sleep.

Dave works, checking his phone and he considers texting you, but he doesn’t. Sensing that it would be the wrong move, he wonders if he was mistaken. If you were too innocent. It didn’t seem like you were when you were flooding his tongue with your cum.

Finally, around 7pm, he still hasn’t heard from you so he decides to send you a text. ‘Make sure you eat tonight.’

Your one hour nap turns into several. And you wake up and see that it’s already dark outside, you reach over and switch on your phone. It’s past 8pm and you have a text from Dave and a few missed calls from your parents.

You open his text and feel a bit of relief that he doesn’t seem too angry with you, you punch out a simple reply before snuggling back into your blankets.

‘I will. Thank you.’

Dave frowns at the message. Will? What the fuck do you mean by will? You should have already eaten by now. Tucked back into your dorm room safe and sound. The urge to get in his car and drive over to you is nearly overwhelming but he knows it will raise eyebrows. A professor coming to a student dorm hall is not usual. ‘Will? You haven’t eaten yet, little girl?’

How does everything he says to you go straight… there? You think to yourself.

'I took a nap, and I've only just woken up. About to make a PB&J.'

‘You need something better than that.’ Dave immediately sends back. Before sending a second text. ‘Scramble some eggs and have some toast. Breakfast for dinner is a college staple.’

‘You’re very bossy, did you know that professor York? I have bread, peanut butter, jelly, chips and oreos. I will survive.’

Dave growls at your answer, unhappy with your dietary choices. You can’t function on that.

‘I AM bossy, but I want you to take care of yourself.’

You feel your chest get all warm at his admission, almost too soft for the way he’s bossing you around. ‘I promise I will have a super hearty breakfast in the morning… pancakes AND waffles. Dave… are you mad at me for leaving earlier?’

Dave stares at the message, frowning at the idea that you think he’s mad at you. ‘Do you want me to show you proof I’m not mad at you, sweetheart?’ You really are innocent, and he is enjoying the sweetness of your soul.

You take a bite into your hastily made sandwich before raising your eyebrow at his text? ‘Show me?’ you say out loud not sure what he means… ‘I’d like you to show me.’

He smirks at your admission. ‘I’m not mad at you. But I want you to know that I would never take what wasn’t offered.’ He promises before he sends the picture he had taken earlier.

You moan out loud at the photo that flashes up on your phone. It’s your new panties covered in his cum, a brief flashback of the salty tangy taste of him floods your tastebuds.

‘Seems like such a waste to have it somewhere I can’t taste it.’ You punch back.

‘I was going to coat your pretty pussy in it.’ Dave admits, chuckling to himself at your bravado over text. ‘But plans changed. It happens.’

‘I thought you were going to put it inside. I’m sorry for freaking out… I would have liked that. I would have liked to see you cum.’ You reply, your fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as you curse yourself for panicking.

‘I will NEVER do that without your permission.’ Dave knows he’s a lot of things. He’s definitely going to hell despite everyone believing there is salvation with prayer, but that is a line he would not cross. ‘Not until I hear the words come out of your mouth.’

You bite your lip and feel a little guilty for not telling him you weren’t ready and just running out, ‘I think that if anyone could make me say those words… it would be you.’

Dave decides that virginal hysterics are not that big of a deal and decides to reward you with a little something so you can go to sleep with him and only him on your mind. He selects a video and sends it to you. ‘Sweet dreams, little girl. Remember to eat.’

‘Holy shit,’ you say out loud as a video of him finishing flashes up on your screen, you watch it back a few times, moaning at the way your pussy clenches with need every time.

‘I would like you to show me how to make you do that, if that’s ok? I ate. Goodnight, Dave.’

You wake with a jump, the sound of your phone vibrating incessantly on your nightstand makes you groan as you reach out to grab it.

** INCOMING CALL: MOM**

You want to ignore it and let it ring out but you fear that at this point your parents might just turn up and hunt you down.

You groan one last time before clicking the green button to accept her call.

‘Hi Mom,’ you say sheepishly knowing you’re in for a telling off, ‘I was going to phone you tonight.’

She doesn’t bother saying hello, instead she just scoffs, and begins her lecture. ‘We haven’t heard from you in days. Priest Vickers has informed us that he’s yet to meet you and The Pritchards have told us that their son has only seen you in ONE bible study… What exactly are you doing there?’

‘It’s been less than week, i’m just trying to find my foot—”

“We put the Lord above else,’ she all but screams down the phone, ‘If everyone else can find time… so can you. Your father is livid, he’s so angry that he considered coming to your dorm last night and checking on you in person. You are to be calling us EVERYDAY.’

You shake your head and she continues ranting and raving at you down the phone before glancing at the time, you promised Dave that you’d get a decent breakfast today and you still hadn’t showered so you take a deep breath and interrupt her ranting.

“Mom, I have an early class, I need to shower and brush my teeth and eat. I’ll call you later. Goodbye.”

After ending the call you see her number flash up on your phone again and you roll your eyes, leaving your phone on the nightstand as you lock the door and make your way to the bathroom. You’ll deal with it all later.

After showering and getting ready for the day, you skip off towards the cafeteria. As you approach the large hall you have the urge to check you have your card on your person, and as you dig through your bag, you see something that makes you stop in your tracks.

The brand new rosary your father had gifted you the day you left for college. ‘Who are you?’ you think to yourself as your fingertips brush the rosary. This isn’t you. This isn’t who you’re supposed to be… You fill tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you stare into your bag at the rosary.

You know what you have to do, you know where you have to go. You immediately spin on your heels and talk towards the exit.

The next morning has Dave up early. Ready and out the door to head to campus with the purpose of running into you on the way to the cafeteria and making sure that you eat properly. Completely coincidental, of course. Your last text had him burning, imagining you stroking his cock or even better, sucking his cock until he spills down your throat and you swallow every sticky drop.

He is just coming towards the coffee cart when he sees you dart out of the cafeteria and practically sprint towards the chapel. Dave grunts, knowing the priest won’t be awake yet, the old codger never gets into the confessional booth before 11am.

Changing directions, Dave follows you. Wanting to make sure that you are alright and wondering why you are not eating like you told him you would.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you notice the chapel is empty, no one waiting to confess their sins or engaging in morning prayer. Heading straight to the confessional booth, you shut it behind you and take a deep breath before sitting and waiting for the priest to speak.

Dave opens the door to the chapel, finding it deserted and he knows you have to be in the confessional. His steps are light, quickly walking towards the box where all confess their sins before God and slips into the priest’s seat sliding the first window open to keep the privacy barrier between you.

You begin by completing the sign of the cross.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 3 months and 17 days ago.”

You take a deep breath and bite down on your lip before speaking again.

“I have engaged in… improper activities with a man. A man who I can’t get out of my head, I allowed him to… touch me, and I-I-uh want him to touch me again. He is all I think about,” you admit with a sigh, “I have known him less than a week and I have been more intimate with him than I have anyone else. I have neglected prayer, and I have avoided speaking to my family. All because I don’t want to say anything that’ll risk me being pulled away from here… from him.”

Dave hums, heat filling his chest and it makes his cock start to harden as he listens to you confess your sins to him. He doesn’t say anything yet, knowing you will discover it’s him so he waits for you to continue.

“I-uh, I don’t think I could say no to this man,” you admit blissfully unaware you’re admitting this to dave, “I want to please him. I want to see his face contorted in pleasure as I sin with him. Before this weekend, I had never known the pleasure that my body is capable of… and now all I think about is him drawing it out of me… What should I do, Father?”

Dave contemplates several answers, some of them demure, fitting with a priest. Others are immoral and make his hard cock twitch. “You should follow your heart, little girl.” He murmurs softly. “Make this man’s face contort in pleasure like you wish. Right now.”

“Dave,” you gasp out, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Dave retorts. “Didn’t you promise me you were going to eat a hearty breakfast?” He asks. “Confession isn’t in the cafeteria.”

“I was on my way but I,” you reply, “I saw my rosary. And I spoke to my Mom this morning and I just keep letting everyone down. So I came here.”

“Why are you letting everyone down?” Dave asks, annoyed at the way you sound frantic and upset. “Forget everyone for a second. Are you letting yourself down?”

“I don’t know,” you reply softly, “I don’t know how I am supposed to feel. But I know that I barely know you, in fact I know nothing about you, but what I do know is that I want to make you feel good.”

“Then make me feel good.” Dave tells you, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. “Right here.”

The idea of desecrating the confessional has Dave about to burst his jeans, cock throbbing as he slides the divider out of the way and looks at you without the screen. “Right now.”

“Tell me what I need to do,” you say before shifting towards him, kneeling down as he feeds his rock hard cock through the window.

Dave groans at the lewdness of this. The sin of lust and fornication being committed right here in a sanctuary of God. The confessional booth where sins have been expunged will be stained with the sacrilege. “Wrap your rosary around the base of my cock.” He’s panting as he orders you to mark the beads with this act, knowing every time you pray and rub them, you will remember how you had violated them.

The words feel like a bucket of ice water being poured directly over you, but you still reach into your bag and pull it out. Doing exactly what he instructed and feeling your panties get soaked as you do so.

His cock bounces in your face from the way he reacts, twitching and a bead of precum leaks from the head to gather and nearly drip off of his length. "Now, open your mouth, pretty girl. Put it on your tongue."

You moan in response, one hand lightly wrapping around the base and rosary, before opening your mouth and pressing your tongue to the tip, you look up at him, eyes wide and awaiting your next instruction.

Dave can see your face through the slot, moaning softly at the sight of his cock on your innocent little tongue. “Close your mouth around it and suck.” He groans when your lips immediately latch onto his skin. “Good girl. Slowly start to take it deeper.”

You follow his commands, wrapping your mouth around his thick length, you’re not sure how much you’ll be able to take.

His eyes threaten to close but he forces himself to keep them open. Not wanting to miss a second of this. Slowly, his hands come through the slot to cup your cheeks, pulling you gently towards him as his hips push forward. “Like this.”

“Mhmmm,” you hum out around his dick, the quiet groans he occasionally lets slip spurring you on. He starts rocking on his heels, gently fucking into your mouth.

He shudders when your tongue moves, curling around his shaft and pressing against the head when he pulls his hips back. “Fuck.” He whispers so he doesn’t echo the curse through the church.

The urge to use the hand that’s not wrapped around the base of his cock to relieve some of the pressure pulsating in your clit is almost impossible to ignore. You can keep your arousal seeping out, coating your core and pussy lips, pooling in the middle of your panties.

You accidentally let a loud moan slip out as he increases his pace, fucking your mouth a little faster with each thrust, you hear him tell you to be quiet and to swallow around him as he pushes deeper and deeper.

It’s impossible to keep this up for long. The way your mouth sucks at his cock and the entire scene has him throbbing and poised on the threshold of pleasure. Your confession turning into the biggest sin so far and he’s loving it.

Rocking his hips faster, he curls his fingers around the edge of your jaw. The beads keep him from plunging too deep and choking you, butting up against your lips. “When- when I tell you, start swallowing.” He grunts quietly.

You wonder what you must look like right now, your eyes watering and you’re pretty sure the drug store mascara you’re wearing isn’t waterproof and you can feel your spit and saliva coating your chin. He lightly taps your cheek as you moan around him again, ‘would he be ok with you touching yourself?’ You think. Needing to do something.

“Fuck.” He moans quietly. “Are you touching yourself, little girl? Praying to my cock while on your knees with your hand between your thighs?” He can’t see your other hand but he wishes he could. Wants to see how wet you are, watch you touch yourself in this booth.

You show him your free hand, and look up at him, waiting for his permission to slide your free hand into your panties. You suck on his cock a little harder as he presses it deeper, past your tonsils and almost to the back of your throat. You feel as though you’re about to choke and you start to pull back.

“Touch yourself.” Dave orders quietly, knowing he’s not going to last much longer. “Fuck, slide your fingers inside your pussy.”

You briefly drop your hold on his cock, using both hands to hoist up your skirt and rip your panties down just past your thighs. You slide in hand between your legs and resume your grip on his cock with the other, you rub your clit, trying to replicate the feeling of his fingers on you.

You bob your head on his cock a little faster, your form sloppier than he’s used to and you start to gag around his length.

“Don’t choke yourself.” Dave chides, the last thing he wants is to have you vomit in the confessional. “We’ll get there. I’m gonna cum.”

You slow the motions on your clit and return your focus on sucking his cock, you’ve given yourself a little relief and now you want to focus on making him cum. You tighten to grip on the base of his cock, careful not to painfully press the rosary against him too hard and suck a little harder, taking him deeper and breathing through your nose as he just instructed. His grip on your face tightens and his strokes get a little sloppier as he rocks in and out of your mouth.

“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum.” He warns you, feeling the edge of his orgasm starting to build up. “When- when my cock starts to throb, start swallowing.” He instructs as he pushes his hips forward again and again until he feels it. His balls draw up tight against his body. “N-now.” He groans, your name coming out of his mouth on a low growl as he starts to flood your mouth.

The sound of him groaning you name unlocks something primal in you and the need to please him grows stronger than ever. You swallow the best you can as your mouth becomes coated in his cum, the saltiness of him consuming your tastebuds and sliding down the back of your throat. You take as much as you can, but you feel some dripping out the corners of your mouth.

It seems to last forever. Spurt after spurt of his cum pumping onto your tongue. He groans when he feels the last of it work out of his cock and he twitches in your mouth, panting quietly. “Shit.”

Slowly you move off of him, letting your hands fall into your lap as you stare up at his dark eyes, your chin shiny with your saliva and his cum, mascara running down your cheeks and your hair ruffled from his hands in it. You must look horrendous, you think to yourself.

“Did I do okay?” you ask and even you can’t hide from the innocence drowning each word.

“Perfect.” Dave coos, his hand coming back through the slot to cup your cheek and he kneels down to look at you through the access. His eyes light up when he sees how debauched you look and his thumb swipes through some of the cum to smear it into your skin. “You did perfect, little girl.” He licks his lips and smiles. “You look so pretty like this.”

“I must look a mess,” you reply meekly, “Can I do that again? When you’re ready?”

Dave groans, happy that you are wanting to do it again. “Go to my office.” Dave tells you, reaching in his pocket and handing you a key. “I will meet you there.”

“Wait,” you say before leaving. You dig into your bag and pull out some makeup wipes and start dabbing your face, somehow missing every stream of mascara lacing your cheeks, “Did I get it all?”

He chuckles quietly and takes a wipe from your hand to finish cleaning your face up. Wiping away all visible evidence of your sin. “Go wait for me, little girl.” He orders. “But don’t make yourself cum, yet. I’ll make you feel good.”

You make your way out of the chapel and down the hall, weaving your way through the crowd of people and towards his door. As you approach you see Deandra sighing as she waits outside his door and you can’t help but feel a little smug as she gives up and walks away.

When the hall clears you unlock the door and let yourself in, taking a few minutes to look at his bookshelf, before making your way around to his chair.

Your fingertips trace the soft leather, before you pull it out and take a seat. Making yourself comfortable whilst you wait for him.

Dave is about ten minutes behind you. He had sent out an email cancelling the class for the day and had stopped by the cafeteria and picked up food for both of you. He opens the door and smirks as he sees you sprawled on his chair. “Comfortable, little girl?”

“Yep,” you reply sweetly with a little shrug, “You know it’s not going to look good if I turn up to your class late, if you’re planning on making me a feast,” you say gesturing to the food in his hands. Unaware that class is cancelled.

He snorts and sets the bag down on the desk before he turns towards you again. “Good thing you aren’t going to class.” He murmurs before he crooks his finger at you. “Come here.”

“But I’m comfortable here,” you say feeling a little braver than usual, “Why don’t you come here?”

He chuckles at your moxy, deciding to indulge you since you had just sucked his cock. Striding around the desk, he holds the back of it while he takes your chin and lifts it, stretching your neck out as he lowers his head for a kiss. Eager to taste his cum on your tongue.

For the second day in a row he has taken you by surprise with a kiss, you let him take the lead as you get it used to the soft dexterous heat, before realising that he didn’t lock the door and it’s likely a certain visitor is on her way back to his office following the news that class was cancelled.

You pull back and rest your forehead on his, “Deandra was looking for you, we should probably lock the door unless you want her to waltz in.”

Standing straight, Dave walks towards the door and flips the lock, closing you both inside his office once again. “Open the bag.” He tells you as he turns around. “You need to eat.”

“You’re bossy, have I ever told you that?” you say as you reach into the bag and pull out some fruit cups, eggs, bacon, pancakes and waffles. “This isn’t all for me right?” you ask as you spread the boxes out across his desk, still comfortably nestled in his seat.

“I was looking for you when I saw you going to church.” Dave has no issue with you being in his chair and settles down in the seat across the desk and shrugs. “Was going to make sure you ate properly.” He ignores the bossy comment because he knows he is, and that you secretly like it.

“Mhmm,” you say as you take a bite of eggs, “I mean technically you gave me a meal in the church.”

Dave stares at you for a second, speechless at the dirty comment that just came out of your innocent mouth before he barks out a laugh. “Yes, I did.” He hums.

“Sorry,” you say after a few seconds, “Sometimes I forget to engage my brain before I speak. One of the perks of a lonely childhood I suppose.” You push over a little tray you’ve made for him, before taking a large bite of a waffle.

“Stop apologizing to me.” Dave tells you mildly as he leans forward and takes the tray. “I was admiring how dirty it sounded coming from that innocent - well, not innocent anymore - mouth of yours.” His smirk is smug and he winks when you look at him.

You breathe out a little giggle and you wiggle down in his chair, “How long have you worked here?” you ask, wanting to know him a little better.

"Nearly ten years." Dave tells you, figuring he deserves to tell you something of his background. "This was my alma mater too."

“Really?” you say not meaning to sound so stunned by his admission. “Don’t tell me, you’re the son of a clergyman too?” You say with another giggle.

"No." Dave chuckles and leans back in his chair, raising his brow at you. "I was actually headed to Seminary." He admits.

“Mhm,” you say back, “I can’t imagine they taught you to… do that,” you say in reference to your dalliance in the confessional, “there.”

"No, but after figuring out that I wasn't one for the rules and restrictions of the cloth, it became intriguing." Dave chuckles, watching the embarrassment bloom over your face.

“Oh,” you say before digging into some pineapple, “Can I ask you something else?”

"Sure." He takes a bite of his own meal, pleased that you are eating vigorously and not being shy about it. He hates when someone thinks that eating heartily is a bad thing.

“There are so many… gorgeous girls in our class,” you say, avoiding eye contact, “Why me?”

"You aren't gorgeous?" He asks, his tone making it clear that he doesn't believe that at all.

You roll your eyes at him and start picking at your food again, ignoring his question.

Dave harrumphs, not liking your non answer and decides to turn it around on you. "Why not you?" He asks. "Or better yet, why me?"

You can’t contain the giggle that escapes your mouth as you look up at him, “You’re… you’re kind of the most attractive human being i’ve ever seen. And I just… feel like I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He can't deny that it boosts his ego when you say that you find him wildly attractive. "How would you disappoint me?" He asks, tilting his head at you in confusion.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing, you say with a shrug.” I worry I’ll do it wrong or I'll be boring… I don’t know.” You attempt to change the subject with another question, “Do you have siblings?”

"It's my job to teach you how, little girl." Dave reminds you, not bringing up the very real fact that you could say no at any point in time. That you could go to the school administration and get him in trouble. You don't seem to understand the power that you hold. But he moves on to your other question. "I have an older sister."

“Will you teach me more?” you ask quietly, “Is she in the church?”

"I'll teach you as much as you want." Dave promises with a wicked smirk. "Soon you'll be sitting on my cock in that chair while you recite your catechism." He doesn't wait for your scandalised expression before he moves on. "She's a nurse."

Your face burns at the casual way he speaks, you want to ask if they’ll be anyone else, he’ll be teaching. But instead ask something else, “Will I lose… will you take my virginity in here?” you ask with wide eyes.

Dave snorts, but he doesn't ridicule you for that question. Most of your sexual experience has been in this office but he finds he doesn’t want to take you here. "I would prefer to take your virginity in a bed." He sets the tray down and spreads his legs as he speaks. "You should be spread out on a bed and every inch of your body kissed and licked before I take your innocence." The fact that you are speaking like it's a foregone conclusion bodes well for him and he is eager to find out when that will happen.

Heat floods throughout your body at his words, ‘Are you really considering giving your virginity to this man? Are you really considering giving away your virtue to a man you’re sure has no interest in ever marrying you… of ever loving you?’ your teeth find your lower lip again as you brain bombards you with a final question, ‘Are you really considering disappointing your parents and going down a road they spent years blocking with bible studies, mass every evening, making sure your weekends and after school activities were revolved around the church?’ And then the words leave your mouth and linger in the air, “When… and where?”

"My house." Dave decides immediately, knowing it would not be good in a college dorm bed. They are too narrow and uncomfortable for him. His bed is where he wants you. His sheets stained with your innocence if you bleed. "When is.... up to you." He had meant what he said, he wouldn't force you into something you didn't ask for. The point was to get you to give yourself to him, not to take.

“Your house?” you repeat, “I’d like that.” You take a deep breath before nibbling on some more fruit, “I’m not sure when though.”

Dave shrugs, disappointed but he knew this wasn't going to be a quick conquest. "You'll let me know when you are ready." He tells you lightly, like it's the easiest thing in the world. "And I'll make it amazing for you."

“And we can still do other things in the meantime?” you ask as the pulsating between your legs grows stronger.

The slow smirk blooms on his face and Dave nods. "Of course we can, little girl. I still have to finger you, eat your pretty little asshole, rub my cock through your folds, cum on your pussy, have you suck my cock while I eat your pussy. So many other things to do."

“I liked it when you tasted me,” you admit, “I’d like to try that other stuff… but i’d like you to keep doing that as well.”

"Of course you would." Dave chuckles, well aware of how good oral sex is. "No one turns down head." He thinks about it for a moment and stands up. "I'll give you a choice, little girl. I can eat your pussy while you finish your food. Or we can go back to my house and I'll show you how to suck my cock while you have your pussy eaten."

“The latter,” you say far too quickly and internally chide yourself for appearing so desperately.

"Good choice." Dave smiles in approval and picks up his tray again. "Eat up, little girl. You will need your strength."

You eat the rest of your breakfast in silence, occasionally stealing a glance at Dave who’s finishing off his own. You take a step out of his chair and start to clean up the empty containers.

"I'll clean this up." Dave waves you off and stands up. "You need to change out of your uniform. Put on something comfortable.....and easy to take off." He smirks, imagining you naked and sitting on his face.

“Okay,” you say with a small smile, thinking about that sundress you have hidden at the bottom of your suitcase, “Meet you in about twenty minutes?”

Dave hums, looking down at his task as he agrees. "Little girl?" He calls you back right as you reach the door to leave. "Don't change your panties." He orders as he looks up. "I want to feel how wet sucking my cock got you."

The second you’re in your room, you start to strip out of your uniform, a twang or guilt rearing its ugly head at the fact you’re about to skip the other two lessons you have today.

You dive into your suitcase and pull out the yellow sundress you bought in secret a few days ago. Carefully cutting off the tags and sliding it on, you freshen yourself up the best you can before taking a few seconds to have a look at your panties.

White of course, just as Dave likes them, and with an obvious patch of wetness that you know he’s going to tease you over.

You shake off the nerves bubbling in your tummy, grab your phone, keys and bag before bouncing down to the spot he told you to meet him.

Dave takes his time, picking up the trash and shoving it back in the bag so he can throw it away on the way to his car. He'll drive over to your dorm and pick you up before he takes you to his house. When he opens the door, he rocks back when he comes face to face with Deandra. "Class is cancelled." He tells her, not willing to dawdle.

You don’t see his car when you get to the spot and take a seat on one of the benches, punching out a quick text to let him know where you are. The breeze makes you shiver a little and second guess your choice of outfit, but you figure you’ll be wearing a lot less very soon.

Deandra pouts for a second, glancing down at the bag in his hand and turns on a smile. "I- I was hoping to talk to you about our last assignment?" She asks hopefully.

Shaking his head, Dave pulls his keys out of his pocket. "You can email me." He tells her as he locks up. "Office hours were also cancelled in the email. I'm going home."

After a few minutes you see his car pull up and you climb into the passenger side. “Hey,” you greet him, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss him.

"Sorry, baby girl." Dave reaches over and squeezes your knee as he pulls away from the curb. "Deandra came up to me when I was coming out of the office and it took a few minutes to shoo her away."

“If I look away too long, she’s likely to get those acrylics into you, Professor,” you say with a giggle, “Also… baby girl… I like that.”

"You like that better than 'little girl'?" Dave asks with a smirk. You might not have noticed the possessive tone to your voice, but he did.

“I like them both,” you say with a shrug, “and don’t think I missed you ignoring the first thing I said.”

"What?" Dave looks over at you for a moment before he looks back at the road as he navigates off campus and towards his house. "Her sinking her claws into me? Not going to happen." He knows what type of girl she is and he's not interested.

“Good,” you say with a slightly smug tone, “How far do you live from here?”

"Only about ten minutes." Dave tells you, having bought a house years ago when he was first hired on to the college. He hadn't seen a reason to rent and it had paid off to have a place away from campus.

“Nice,” you reply sweetly, playing with your hands in your lap.

"You seem nervous, baby girl." Dave hums. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

“I’m not nervous,” you admit, “I just need to… never mind.” Embarrassment floods through you as you nearly admit how desperate you are for him to touch you, how the ache in the middle of your legs is growing stronger and almost painful.

"You need to do what?" Dave asks, looking back over at you again. "Tell me what you need."

“It hurts,” you say as he drives out of view of campus, your hands snaking up your thighs and under your dress, “Like if I don’t touch it, it’s gonna explode.”

You're turned on. Dave grunts in understanding and bites his lip as he contemplates what you should do. Finally, he reaches out and puts his hand on your thigh. "Put my hand on your clit, baby girl." He orders, wanting you to use his fingers. "In your clit or inside your pussy."

You place your hand on top of his and slowly lead it up your legs, opening them wider as you do. Leading it down to feel the wet patch on your panties before pulling your panties to the side and putting his hand on your clit.

“Jesus, little girl.” Dave groans, wanting to push his fingers inside you but you had brought him to your clit. He quickly turns his wrist so he can start rubbing it for you. “Want to cum?” He asks, knowing you do.

“Yes please,” you beg, desperate for something to ease that ache.

“Close your eyes.” Dave orders. “Just feel my finger on your clit.”

“Yes, Dave,” you breathe out as you do what he says, “Please.”

He makes slow, tight circles on your clit, keeping firm pressure on it as he drives. Feeling it throb against his digit as your chest heaves and your hips start to grind down subtly.

An endless stream of moans pour from your lips as he works something spectacular from you. “Oh, Daddy,” you moan without realising what you’re saying until it’s floating midair.

He chuckles, sliding a finger down through your folds to wet it even more before moving back to the bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long until you’re hanging over that edge, whimpering uncontrollably in your seat.

“That’s it, baby girl.” He coos, close to the house and his fingers speed up. “Cum for daddy.”

You cum hard and with another moan of his name, “I think you’re trying to kill me, Professor York.”

Dave huffs, pulling his fingers out of your panties and turns the wheel to turn onto his street. “So I should take you back to campus?” He asks teasingly. “Give you a break?”

“Don’t you dare,” you say with a loud giggle.

It’s only another few moments before he is pulling into the driveway of his house, opening the garage door as he pulls up so he can drive right in. “Too late now.” He grins as he winks at you. “I’ve got you home.”

His house is beautiful. The front yard is perfectly maintained and the house perfectly painted. “Wow,” you say, “This is… gorgeous.”

“Thank you. It was rundown when I bought it, but it’s been slowly improving.” Dave pulls into the garage and closes the door as he parks and shuts off the engine.

“You did this?” you ask in shock.

Dave smirks as he gets out of the car. “My parents were poor, I paid my way through college working for a construction crew building houses whenever I wasn’t in class.”

“You truly do have magical hands,” you say as you step out of the car, “It really is a beautiful home.”

“Thank you.” He motions you over to the door into the house. “It was college working my ass off and a partial scholarship, or the military.”

“Your parents must be super proud of you,” you say, reaching out and gently touching his elbow.

“They disowned me when I didn’t go to seminary.” Dave tells you matter of factly. There was nothing he could do about his parents' views, so he didn’t dwell on them.

Your stomach drops at his revelation, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“You didn’t.” Dave assures you. “It’s their loss. I don’t let it affect me.” He guides you into the house and the kitchen. “What do you want to drink? Water, juice, tea, soda?”

“Water would be nice, thank you,” you say, “And your house is just as beautiful inside as it is outside.”

“Doesn’t look like a bachelor pad, you mean?” Dave jokes, opening the cabinet and pulls out a glass to get you some water.

“I can’t say I’d know what one of them looks like, so I'll just have to take your word for it,” you say, reaching out to take the water and thanking him.

It reminds him again of how sheltered you have been. “Do you want to look around? Take the tour?”

“Lead the way, Sir.”

It’s important for you to feel comfortable, so he takes his time. Slowly wandering through the house with you, telling you about the house and what he had done before guiding you to the master bedroom. The door is open and his bed is made, so Dave stands in the doorway and gestures for you to enter if you want.

You smile at him before pushing past him and walking over to the bed, and perching yourself on the edge. He’s still standing in the doorway, as you run your hands across the soft duvet. “How do you want me?”

“That’s a loaded question, baby girl.” Dave admits, still not moving from his spot. “How I want you, is naked and filled with my cock. How I get you, is up to you.”

“How about we start with the naked part and go from there?” you ask as you stand up and slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, before letting the whole thing fall down and pool at your feet.

Dave groans, drinking in the sight of you in your pretty white bra and panties, looking innocent but your face is filled with dirty thoughts. “That sounds good.” Dave reaches for his own button down and starts unbuttoning it, shrugging it off his shoulders and tosses it down. Both of your shoes are by the kitchen door and he reaches for his jeans.

The sight of him without a shirt makes your breath hitch, the wide expanse of his strong shoulders making you feel like you might drool. “Should I take my bra and panties off now, Daddy?”

“Take your bra off.” He orders, lowering the zipper of his jeans and starting to push them down his hips. He’s wearing boxers today and they are already starting to tent as he watches you remove your bra and reveal your breasts to him.

You let your bra drop down on the floor, saying nothing as you notice the large bulge in his boxers. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” you say in a whisper.

“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs, baby girl.” He kicks off his jeans and smirks as he does. “I want to see the wet spot over your pussy.”

You immediately climb back on the bed, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs, eager to feel him touch you somehow.

The last thing is for his boxers to come off. Despite you sucking his cock, you’ve not seen him naked, probably never seen a naked man before right now as he pushes his boxers down, cock bobbing as he kicks them off and stands straight for you to look your fill.

“Holy fuck,” you curse before scolding yourself internally, “I-uh, I need you.” Your eyes flick up and down his bare form, you want to kiss every inch of him, you want to feel every part of him and you want him to do whatever he wants to you.

“What do you need, baby girl?” Dave asks, starting to walk towards you slowly, eyes fixed to the soaking wet patch of fabric over your pussy. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I need you to touch me, kiss me… use me,” you admit sheepishly, “Whatever you want to do.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say, little girl.” There is a growl to his voice and his cock twitches. “You know what I want.”

“Tell me,” you beg, wanting to hear the depravity fall from his lips.

“I want to suck on your tits.” Dave murmurs, “until you are squirming and begging me to lick your pussy. Then I want to lick your pussy until you cum all over my face like a messy little girl.” Dave sets one knee on the bed and leans in, cock hanging between his legs. “Then, I want to kiss up your body and slide my cock into the tightest, sweetest pussy I will ever have. Fill you with every inch of this.” His other hand wraps around his cock and he squeezes himself, groaning quietly. “After you cum on my cock and I’m about to cum, I want to pull out and paint your skin, your soft, untouched skin with ropes of my cum.”

“Yes,” you say as you rub your fingers between your legs, “Do it. Do it now.”

Euphoric victory hums through his veins and he nods. “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He had permission, he can taint you, deflower you. Soil you for any other and know that he was the first. He crawls up the bed and hovers over you, leaning in and pressing his lips to your gently before he ducks down and wraps his mouth around one of your tight nipples.

It comes to no surprise to you how responsive your body is to him, you gently gasp as he sucks hard on your nipple, your hand coming up to entangle in his hair. Your soft moans fill the air as you realise that you don’t need to hold back, “I’m all yours to do whatever you want with,” you whisper as he continues to tease your nipple with his tongue.

“Naughty girl.” He teases, switching to the other breast. “Sinful.”

“Should I start to repent?” you ask with a moan as his teeth graze you.

“Maybe you should.” Dave grins up at you. “Pray while I’m fucking you.”

“Pray for salvation as you send me towards damnation?” you say with another giggle, “Ruin me for whoever my parents make me marry.”

“Fuck.” Dave hisses, frowning as he pops off your tit. “You marry who you want.” He growls, suddenly pissed off at the idea of you being married off to some virginal twat who doesn’t know shit about pleasure.

You giggle again, “I’m pretty sure that my parents have already chosen someone for me, I’ll just need to cross the T’s and dot the I’s. My mom will have reassured his mom that my pussy is untouched, my lips unkissed, but they don’t need to know. They’ll never know I let the first and only man -ohh just like that- I've wanted to use me as he wishes.”

He has to stop talking about it or it will piss him off. Instead of answering, he bites down on your tit, just above your nipple to make you gasp out before he sucks on your tit again like you asked him to.

“Mark me up,” you beg, “Please.”

You love the way his mouth feels on your sensitive bud, the little streaks of pain when he drags his teeth across it. Every movement feels like it’s dripping with sin, and your body craves more.

He does as you ask, until your skin is littered in impressions of his teeth, making him smirk at the sight.

“Taste me,” you begin to plead over and over, “I need your tongue.”

You squirm under him on the bed, looking down at his handiwork. The bruises and teeth impressions making you gasp, “Make me yours,” you moan out as you trace your fingers on a particularly prominent mark.

Dave groans, moving back up and kisses your lips before he winks and starts to kiss down your body. Every inch is covered with his lips and he bites your hip playfully.

You groan at his ministrations, loving the way he’s teasing you, but also wanting to feel his mouth on you.

He's eaten you out, he had tasted you yesterday but this time there is a purpose. He wants to make it good for you, to get you wet enough that you don't hurt when he takes your virginity. His cock throbs in anticipation as he pulls your panties off and settles between your thighs to hook your legs up over his shoulders so he can spread you wide and spear his tongue into your core.

“Make me feel good,” you ask as sweetly as you can, watching the way he’s licking his lips as he stares at your glistening pussy.

It is the easiest order that he would ever follow, smirking and nodding. His eyes are fixed on yours while he lowers his mouth to your pussy and he groans at the tangy taste of your cum bursting on his tongue as he slides it though your folds and flicks it over your clit.

You fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut, knowing he won’t like that. So you keep yours locked with his as he begins lapping at your clit, “Dave,” you moan, repeating his name over and over like it’s the only word you’ll ever speak again.

He takes his time, he has all the time in the world right now. His classes are cancelled, the doors are locked and his phone is on silent. Right now all that matters is you right here in his bed. He smirks and pulls his mouth away from your throbbing clit. "Recite the Divine prayers, baby girl." He orders you before taking your clit back into his mouth.

You make the Make in the Sign of the Cross, before reciting The Chaplet, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. - Mhmmm, oh Dave - Amen.” You smirk as you begin to recite St. Faustina’s Prayer for Sinners, “O Jesus, eternal Truth, our Life, I call upon You and I beg Your mercy for poor sinners. O sweetest Heart of my Lord, full of pity and unfathomable mercy, I plead with You for poor sinners. - Oh god, Please, Dave -” you cut yourself off with a loud gasp as he does something magnificent with your clit, words failing you as your thighs start to shake uncontrollably and your breaths become more shallow.

Every swipe of his tongue matches your words. Keeping tempo as you recite the prayer while his tongue sins. He groans into your pussy, loving how your breath hitches when his tongue flicks and your voice pitches higher when he sucks on the bundle of nerves. He wants you to cum, he needs you to cum and he doubles down on his ministrations to make that happen.

You cum hard and fast, your orgasm ravishing your whole body, making you scream his name and unconsciously pull his face even closer to your pussy as you ride out your high.

His scalp burns as you pull on his hair, making him moan and your juices flooding his mouth. His tongue is still moving while your thighs are squeezing his head and shaking around his ears.

“Kiss me,” you beg as you finally regain your composure, vaguely aware of him somewhere between your thighs, “Kiss me and fill me up with your cock.”

It's music to his ears and he swears that he could cum right now. His own breath shaky with excitement and anticipation as he crawls back up your body and his thighs slide between yours. His cock rests against your belly while he presses his wet mouth to yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth and feeding your taste to you.

You kiss him with all the strength you can muster, getting braver with every kiss, feeling more confident and licking your way into his mouth. You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, and you shiver with anticipation.

There is a moment where he waits, still kissing you. Giving you a chance to change your mind if you want. Giving you the chance to keep your virginity for now if you wish to keep it. Wanting to hear you tell him yes one more time.

You can see the way his dark eyes soften for a few seconds, “I want this,” you whisper, “I’ve spent my whole life letting people make decisions for me. And unless you don’t want to… I want you to fuck me.”

"Baby girl...." Dave nudges your nose with his and kisses you again. "I want nothing more." He promises, cock twitching.

He slowly lifts his hips and gives you enough space between your bodies to look while he reaches down and takes himself in hand. Sliding the head of his cock through your slick and puffy folds and teases the entrance of your pussy by circling it several times before he positions himself.

Staring into your eyes, Dave lowers his body to yours to press you into the bed, his hips nudging slowly forward until the head of his cock slips into your heat and he starts to feel you.

You wince a little at the stretch of him, he takes his time, pushing in inch by inch, one of your hands wraps around his left shoulder and squeezes a little.

"It's okay....it's okay, baby girl." He stops when he feels it. The tiniest amount of resistance and he gives you a moment. Knowing that with a push of his hips, you will be considered tarnished. He kisses you softly. "Are you ready?" He whispers.

“Yes,” you say with a little smile, “I’m ready, Dave.”

He breathes in your cry when his hips snap forward, breaking through the barrier of your innocence and planting himself fully inside your walls.

You whimper into his mouth as he plants his lips firmly over yours, it stings, the stretch of him almost indescribable as he splits you open.

You’re not sure if it’s overwhelming, or not enough. You feel completely consumed by him, not able to form a coherent thought as he takes over all your senses.

"You're doing so good, baby girl, you feel so good." He whispers when he pulls his lips back and starts to kiss across your cheeks and your nose, giving you another minute to adjust to him.

“Do you… do you need to move?” you ask as you let your fingertips trail up and down his back.

"When you're ready for me to." He twitches inside you and pulls back so he can look into your eyes. "You tell me when you want to feel more, baby girl."

Your lip trembles at how soft he’s being with you, so soft that you could almost imagine him really caring for you, you quickly push that thought away and whisper for him to ‘move.’

Dave groans when he pulls his hips back, withdrawing from the heat of your body and hating how he doesn't have the tight squeeze of your walls around him before he slowly pushes back in. Feeling the way your walls yield as he fills you again so smoothly.

His thrusts are slow and calculated, he takes his time with each one, concentrating intently until he finds that spot inside of you that makes you yelp out loud.

"Good, baby girl?" He pants out, sliding his hands under your shoulder blades and he groans when you squeeze him tight. "You like that?"

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, “Keep moving.” You plead. “Please, Dave.” Words fail you as he continues to thrust in and out of you, the pain reducing with each drag of his cock and the pleasure increasing as you adapt to the girth of him.

Rocking his hips, Dave keeps his pace steady and the angle the same that had made you cry out. Wanting to make you feel good and cum on his cock. "Gonna- fuck, baby, you're so good."

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you pant seconds before your clamping down around his thick cock, and flooding him with your cum, it takes you by surprise how intense it feels and you find yourself digging your fingernails into his back as it all becomes a little too much.

He moans with you, gritting his teeth so he doesn’t fill you up, knowing that your pretty, untouched pussy isn’t protected against pregnancy. He has to pull out and he wants to feel every second of your pleasure. “Good girl, fuck, good girl.” He praises you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck.

Soft whimpers fill the room as he frees himself from you, you feel exhausted, unable to move from the spot your laying it, just basking in the soft attention he continues to pay you whilst you come back down, you feel the tip of him nudge against your clit before the sound of him aggressively stroking his cock floods your ears.

Dave’s teeth are buried in his bottom lip, barely suppressing a grunt as he works his cock. The slick of your cum coating him along with the thin strings of blood from your innocence. Marking him with your virginity and making him burn. His eyes are nearly black as his body trembles, jerking slightly as he hovers over you. “Fuck, fuck.” He hisses, your name grunted out right before he starts to cum.

You moan as you feel the warm spurts of his thick seed coat your pussy, and drip down through your folds, it feels like he cums forever. You whimper softly as your cunt clenches hard every time he lets a raspy grunt free and occasionally lets your name break free from his lips.

When he is done, your skin is covered in him. Thick ropes of cum splattered on your skin and glistening under the light. You look like an angel, dragged down to hell and he wants to take a picture to immortalise it but he doesn’t think that would be allowed. Instead he pants over you, his hand holding your knee and he looks over you like a priceless work of art.

“How was I?” you ask as you look up at him studying you, “Did I make you feel good?”

Dave chuckles, enjoying your eager expression. “You were amazing. You should see how you look right now, covered in me.”

“Show me,” you say, gesturing to your phone on the chest of drawers, “I want to see.”

His grin is immediately as he reaches for your phone. “I’ll delete it after I show you.” He promises, holding it out to you to unlock.

You punch in the key code quickly and then let your exhausted arms rest at your sides, “Show me,” you whisper again as he begins to angle your camera.

Dave snaps several pictures, quickly sending one of them to his phone before he turns it around and shows you the pictures he had taken.

“Oh wow,” you gasp, barely recognising the girl in the photo, before yawning loudly and looking away, “I feel exhausted.”

Dave smirks and takes the phone back from you to delete the photos like he had promised and sets it down on the nightstand. “Why don’t you pray while I clean you up and then we will take a nap?” He suggests.

“I don’t wanna pray right now,” you whisper, “But a nap sounds good.”

Nodding, he leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll go get a wash rag.”

You’re already asleep by the time he returns with the rag, you don’t feel him gently clean you up or feel him climb into bed beside you.

Dave pulls you against him, enormously pleased when you curl into his chest and sigh, settling into his arms. There is a blood stain on the sheets and he has quite a bit to write about tomorrow.

[Six Months Later]

He whispers in your ear to ssshhhh as the door to his office is knocked a few more times. You’re thankful you’re the one who locked it today, confident that no one will be able to come in and find you sitting on his lap. Your uniform skirt hitched about around your hips, sitting on his cock whilst he draws lazy circles on your clit with one hand and makes papers with the other.

Your confidence had grown since Christmas break, and going back home to find out that your suspicions were founded. Your parents had been talking to one of the elders who had a grandson your age, a few years ahead of you at St Brennans that they were expecting you to marry. Your mother had gushed about how he’d seen you in the hall a few times and felt that you would indeed make a suitable wife, it took everything in you to ask if he’d still find you suitable if they all knew that Dave had developed a few hobby that involved bending you over his legs and spanking you as you recited the verses that were bled into your skin as a child.

The very next day you found yourself driving back to your dorm but instead of stopping in front of your building you kept driving, until you arrived at your Professor's house.

Unable to spill your guts and tell him what was upsetting you, the second he shut the front door, you ripped off your jeans and bent yourself over the back of his couch and begged him to make you forget.

He proceeded to drop to his knees and lightly tease your clit for a few minutes before dragging his tongue up and burying it in your ass. You can still feel the way your body tensed up as he took you by surprise, never having touched you there before, only briefly mentioning he’d wanted to.

He stuck two thick digits inside of you whilst making you squirm and whimper on his tongue. Seconds after you came he sheathed his cock inside of you, filling you the hilt and pulling hard on your hips, fucking you harder than ever before and making you scream that you were his.

After then you found yourself more and more pliant, always ready and willing for him to use your body however he wanted, all whilst trying to push away the obvious feelings you were getting for him.

“Don’t cum,” he orders as he feels your walls flutter around him, “If you cum, I’ll bend you over this desk and you’ll spend the rest of the day unable to sit down. And that just wouldn’t look good to your bible study pals now, would it?”

You groan as the circles he’s drawing on your clit get more precise and make you squirm even more. He knows what he’s doing, he wants you to soak his cock and say his name like a desperate little prayer as he works you towards heaven. As you tremble more and more, he drops his pen and sneaks his now free under your sweater and starts to massage and squeeze your tit, ‘Don’t cum’ he warns again, knowing you have no way of stopping yourself and you’re definitely about to defy his orders.

His cock twitches inside of you as you flood his lap, cumming around him hard as he tuts throughout your high, still refusing to let up on the way he’s working your clit.

You hear him say something about you being a naughty girl, before he’s pushing you off of his lap and over the stacks of papers on his desk. “How many this time?” he says out loud as he admires the view, his hand coming down to knead to flesh of your ass, “At least 5 for defying my orders and I can’t ignore this now, can I?” he says whilst grabbing at your skirt, “The rule is 2 inches below the knee at the very minimum, yes? And you’ve got your pretty little pussy out on full display for me… so that’s got to be at least another 15 more.” He coos mockingly as you groan on his desk, “Oh I know poor baby, but you’ve got to follow the rules.”

Dave smirks at how filthy you are now, begging for his cock and anything that he will do to you. “Get your rosary beads out.” He orders, rubbing your ass and warming up your skin before he lands the first strike on your ass.

He’s done what he wants with you and he loves it, loves how you take everything and beg for more. How’s he’s turned you from a sweet, innocent little girl and turned you into a cock hungry little whore. Leaving your Bible study to come suck his cock and let him cum on your face.

His secret stash of photos has grown. Password protected and for his eyes only, he has dozens of photos of your body covered in his cum, filled with his cock. On your knees with your innocent eyes looking up at him or your pussy stuffed full. He loves it.

You reach into your bag and pick out your rosary as he instructed, “I’ve got it,” you say as innocently as you can, knowing that he’s about to mark you up in his favourite way.

“I want you to count out the licks.” He leans over and coos into your ear. “Then you are going to use your rosary in prayer while you sit on my cock again. And you don’t cum.”

“Yes, sir,” you respond as a mixture of anticipation and excitement courses throughout your veins.

Sir. You know he loves it when you acknowledge the power imbalance between you. Sir or daddy being his favourites. He hums in approval and smirks as he slaps your ass again.

You choke out the word “Seven,” unsure if that was indeed number seven or number eight. His large hand gently rubs as the burn patch of your ass and you wonder if he’ll make you ride out the 20 he suggested.

Dave makes sure that he keeps the tempo of your punishment slow, working you up and making you anticipate. Knowing your pussy will be throbbing when he slides back inside you. Smirking to himself, he pushes your foot wider to spread your legs more. The next slap aimed for your pussy.

You yelp louder than you definitely should in your professors office. The pain is almost unbearable as you realise what he did.

“Shhhhhh.” Dave chuckles, fingers sliding through the mess your orgasm had left. “Do I need to stuff your panties in your mouth?” As much as he loves your virginal white panties, you had bought some white thongs that he had stripped off of you today.

You half mumble the word ‘no’ before falling forward onto his desk, he gave you a word to use when it all gets too much and it’s hanging off the tip of your tongue, “Dave,” you murmur, “Please.”

“Do you think you deserve a reward, baby girl?” He can tell you’re overwhelmed, nearly to the edge of making him stop and he caresses your ass again. “Do you want to sit on daddy’s cock for him again? Can you be a good girl this time?”

“Yes,” you just about manage to croak out, “I want to sit you on your cock.” You push yourself up on steady legs, and much to your surprise he gently leads you around to face him.

Dave sits down and pulls you into his lap, opening your legs and making you straddle him. “Just like this, little girl.” He murmurs, reaching between you so he can line up his cock to push inside your sweet pussy.

You slowly sink down on him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you do so. You moan softly as he fills you, somehow feeling even bigger from this angle.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs, letting you lean forward and tuck your face into his neck. His hands rub slow circles on the gooseflesh skin on your ass, slowly caressing you while you flutter around him.

You hum in agreement, letting your arms wrap around him, “You always feel good,” you admit as you nuzzle your face against his skin, “always.”

Humming in approval, his fingers graze the beads. “Start praying, sweetheart.”

You start reciting a prayer of self protection into the crook of his neck, trying to focus on not moving, trying to focus on not clamping down around his hard cock and milking him of all of his pleasure, “Dave,” you whine as he very slowly fucks himself up into you just to tease, “Don’t be mean.”

He huffs in amusement, loving how you are whining his name. “Greed.” He rasps out, twitching inside you again. “So greedy for your pleasure.”

“Who’s fault is that?” you ask as you suck on his neck, don’t hard enough to leave marks, but enough to make him hiss.

“You want to blame me?” He grunts, gripping your ass more firmly and rocking you on him while you curl against his chest.

“Yes,” you reply petulantly, before bringing your face up to his, “I do.”

Dave smirks, making his cock twitch inside you just to make you gasp. He leans into you, making you think that he was going to kiss you but his teeth find your bottom lip. He bites down on it, loving how you moan.

You purposely clench down around him as he nibbles your lip. Your hands reaching up and gently gripping his jaw softly. “You know I’m going to have to leave for my next class at some point?” you say with an exaggerated pout.

“You don’t have to.” Dave huffs, kissing your lips and biting it again. “You could stay.” His hips thrust up. “Right here.” He thrusts again. “All day.”

“Yeah?” You say as he fucks up into you, “How are you going to teach your next class with me keeping your cock nice and warm?”

“I’ll teach over zoom by powerpoint.” He teases, sliding his hands down and squeezing your ass. “Or maybe just show everyone what a bad girl you are.”

“How do you think your number #1 fan would react to seeing me bouncing up and down on your cock?” you ask as you grind down on him.

He chuckles, knowing how jealous you get over Deandra. You’re possessive and honestly it doesn’t bother him as much as he had thought it would. It shows how deep he’s gotten.

“I have to go in like two minutes, Dave,” you say as you start bouncing up and down on his cock a little faster, “Unless you want to explain to Professor Thomas why I’m late to his lecture again.”

He rolls his eyes, huffing at the idea of talking to that pompous windbag again and listening to his lecturing about decorum. “Fine, baby girl.” He slaps your ass playfully and urges you to ride him faster. “Gonna fill you up and you keep it inside you, okay? I’ll put more in this sweet pussy tonight.”

You hum happily at his words, as you ride him a little faster, “Fill me up, Daddy.”

“Shit.” Dave hisses, tightening his grip as he starts to push his hips up harder. You know how to make him cum. “Fuck, fuck, little girl-“ He groans your name as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep and painting your walls with hot spurts of his cum.

You kiss him gently on the lips before standing up, tucking your panties in his shirt pocket, knowing that he wouldn’t be happy if you left here wearing them.

“Good girl.” Dave tucks his cock away and pats your ass as you straighten your appearance in the mirror that he has hung in a corner. “I’ll pick you up after your last class.” He tells you softly.

It’s only after you give him a decidedly promising kiss and slip out of his office does it hit Dave. He’s gotten in too deep.

He’s allowed you to do things that no one else has, including practically living at his house. More often than not, he will pick you up after your classes, telling himself that he doesn’t trust you to eat or take care of yourself. Or that he wants to fuck you. But often it’s when you’re in his bed asleep that he thinks about the first time you had napped there, pulling you into his arms and letting you sleep on his chest.

Dave frowns, analysing his feelings and realises that he hasn’t written for months. The meticulous notes that he used to take have been abandoned for the pure pleasure of spending time with you.

He’s completely changed for you, and the most ironic thing of all is that you don’t even know it.

You sit on the island in front of the oven swinging your legs, the timer on the oven still showing over twenty minutes as you kick your legs impatiently.

Dave is sitting at the table marking some essays and you decide it’s best to stop distracting him for a little while.

Your mind drifts to the way he greeted you an hour earlier, you had barely stepped in through the door before he was pulling you in for a kiss. Possessively moulding his lips on top of yours as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

You thought he was going to drag you into his bedroom then and there but he just kissed you a little softer and peppered a fleeting kiss to your forehead before telling you he had a few papers to mark, so you offered to make dinner.

You’re pulled out of your daydream by him asking you to grab some new markers from his work office, a room you’d only been in once.

“Sure, baby,” you say with a grin before jumping down off the countertop.

“Baby,” he repeats with a raised eyebrow and a boyish grin, “Mhmm.”

His office is meticulous, everything perfectly placed and dusted. The smell of leather is both inviting and a little intoxicating. You look for the pack of markers on his desk and don’t see them, so you start looking in his drawers, finding nothing in the first few and in the third finding a small leather bound diary.

You feel a twinge of guilt as your fingertips brush against it, for the most part Dave is so closed off, only giving you small parts of him, on occasion.

The book feels heavy in your hands and you know it’s because you feel guilty, you shouldn’t be doing this, but you just can’t help yourself. You open to the first page and see a girls name you don’t recognise at the top.

Your eyes scan the page in disbelief.

You were a conquest. Just like the girl on this page, and the girl on the next and the one after that.

And then it was your name.

He listed your age and how long it took for him to get you into his bed.

He had underlined the fact your father is a clergyman over and over, like you’d be his biggest challenge.

You feel a painful lump form in your throat as you realise that you never meant a thing to him.

You feel sick, your legs threaten to give out beneath you and the room feels like it’s spinning around you.

The sound of him calling your name from down the hall makes you want to scream or cry or both; you can’t decide. Before you realise it your feet are dragging you down the hall until you’re face to face with him again.

He doesn’t have time to speak before you’re throwing the book down in front of him.

“You got me into bed the quickest,” you shout, “Does that make me the winner or the loser?”

Tears start to stream down your face as he picks up the book you threw down on top of his pile of unmarked essays, “You’re evil,” you spit, “Is this a game to you? Pick the weakest girl and strip her of her innocence! Her virtue! Just for fun?”

Shit. Horror and guilt sink like a stone in Dave’s stomach and the chair scraping back against the floors as he stands up sounds like the scream you want to hurl at him. Dropping the book down on the table like it offended him.

Eyes wide, he holds up his hands. “Sweetheart, let me - let me explain.” He rushes out, unsure of what to say or how? How does he admit that in the beginning you were a conquest but that changed and he didn’t even know it until it happened? That the reason he stopped writing in it was because it had changed. Today in his office, he had come to the conclusion that unlike the others that he had tarnished, he was keeping you. Needing to see where this would go.

The heartbreak on your face makes him feel dirty. Like a true sinner for the first time. His kinks were hurting you, he had hurt you and he hates it, hates himself for it.

He fucking loves you.

It’s a stark realization and Dave nearly retches because he knows he’s fucked up. “Please.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head, “No.” You grab your bag from the counter and head towards the front door, hearing him scramble behind you and yelling your name, but you keep walking.

He tries to reach you before you get to the door but he can't. Tripping over the fucking rug that you had wanted him to buy for the space on a rare weekend out shopping. He should have known then that he was fucked.

Calling out your name again does nothing, the door slamming so hard that a framed landscape falls off the wall. Leaving him to decide if he should chase after you and create a scene in the street or call you.

The cold air feels like a slap to the face as you run down his driveway. Your eyes are stinging from the never ending flow of tears, but you manage to pull out your phone and order an uber to pick you up from down the street.

‘How could he do this?’ you think to yourself, maybe you knew he was never going to love you. He was never ever going to truly care, but you never imagined this. You were a conquest. A game. Something for him to laugh over after he got what he wanted.

Your virginity is preserved like some kind of sick trophy in the walls of the house that you’d grown to love, one that he’d refer to as ‘home’ when telling you to stay the night.

You wipe the tears off your face as you round the corner, seeing an uber matching the description as the one coming for you pulling up.

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