#ok now suga fuckers come get ur blood of christ

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wow skate rat suga would make me do some unholy things... my ass is definitely thinking

(skate rat) sugawara koushi x reader | w.c 1.4k

u-unholy? u can’t just say that,, sigh

18+ university age | pls read all warnings

tw sacrilegious, tw gaslighting (if u squint), tw dubcon (once again if u squint), tw face fucking, tw public sex, tw crying, tw oh god, tw once again DO NOT READ unless you are prepared for sacrilege

“We can’t be up here.”

You pull away from Suga, panting slightly, cheeks warming at the sight of him with scarlet, swollen lips and a sinful look in his eyes.

“Why not?” He mutters closing in to lick a stripe against your throat, you stifle a moan, shaking your head.

“Because we’re in a church! And I think there’s 5 o’clock mass,” you wiggle around in his lap, the bruising grip on your thighs telling you he has no intention of letting you go, “seriously Suga.”

“So? You didn’t have a problem bringing me up here in the first place, it’s fine you said no one comes up here anyway and we’ll be quick.” His smile is borderline innocent and most of all tantalizing, holding a promise of something ungodly and delicious.

“Promise? We’ll be out before mass?” You chew at your lip, a tingling feeling filling your chest at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?” You don’t, not in the slightest. But God, your curiosity is getting the best of you, a tinge guilt forces you to make a note to pray an extra rosary before bed. With a sigh, you nod your head and Suga relents his grip, letting you slide off his lap and kneel before him.

The tiny round window glows behind him with a golden light, sparking a false sense of awe at how it circles his head like a halo, how it makes him look almost holy seated before you on the pew. You watch silently as his hands make work of his zipper, pulling out his hardening length, the reddening head mouthwatering. You surge forward but just as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, his hand comes over to cup your cheek.

“Say it.” In an instance, the remaining hints of feigned innocence dissolves, his eyes darken with greed and his mouth twists into an almost sadistic smirk. You purse your lips and nod, guilt rippling through your body.

“Bless us o lord,” your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, “for these thy gifts,” you sink down halfway, pulling up quickly and keeping your lips pressed against the tip “which we are about receive,” you inhale shakily as a bit of precum smears against your lips, “from thy bounty,” you stick your tongue out swirling it around the tip, “through Christ, Our Lord.”

“Amen.” He muses, his fingers twisting in your hair is the closest to a warning you get, you let your jaw drop as he thrusts his up into your mouth. Tears sting at your eyes as you feel him hit the back of your throat, you try to relax, attempting to adjust to the sharp movements. He snickers as you gag and choke when the tip of his cock grazes the back of your throat, he holds your head there, revelling in the lewd sounds of you struggling to handle his cock crammed into your mouth.

“Cute.” He coos cruelly as he pulls you off, a thin string of spit attaching your lips to his cockhead. He gestures for you to stand up, and with a lick of your lips you rise slowly.

You know the drill, what comes next is shamefully familiar. You teasingly drag your fingertips up your thighs, hiking up your skirt, letting you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. You gradually inch them down, biting your lip at the way Suga’s eyes are pinned to the flimsy piece of clothing.

“Why thank you.” He plucks the article from your hands, offering another toothy grin before tucking them away into his back pocket. He pats at his lap so casually, as if he isn’t asking you to ride him in a church. You straddle his lap carefully, sliding his length against your slit, teasing your clit against his tip.

“Hold on.” He gums against your throat, nipping at it playfully as you feel a hand settle under your thigh while another snakes around to allow him to prod his fingers against your cunt. “Can’t have you screaming like last time.” You shiver at the memory of him fucking you without prep on that hidden bench on campus, your loud whines drawing the attention of campus security.

“Just, quickly okay?” You whimper as he pushes in his index and middle, scissoring them in a more methodical than pleasurable way. Without fail he continues to suckle along your throat, working his way down to your collarbone. He clasps his teeth down on the exposed skin as he retracts his fingers, shifting again so that he can grip his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Go for it.” He goads, leaning back against the pew, letting his slick covered fingers run up your thigh and settle on your waist. You roll your eyes at the command, but let yourself sink down on his length, thighs burning from how you’ve been tensing the muscles. He always lets you set the pace, he always lets you have just enough control to not scare you off, to keep you crawling back for more.

With a hand planted on his shoulder and the other gripping tightly to the front of his white Dickies shirt, you rock your hips, the wood of the pew singing in tune with each thrust.

You try to quicken the pace, trying to avoid the chance of being caught, but with the tightening hold on your waist and thigh, Suga makes it rather clear that no matter what, you’re at his mercy.

The sound of a door squeaking on hinges and the faint mumbling of chatter freezes your motions, panic rising in your throat as you widen your eyes at Suga. He looks eerily serene, as if the sins of your actions hold no weight, you shake your head frantically as his hands shift to dig into your waist. Another mock innocent smile spreads across his lips as he impales you on his cock, slamming into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers fly into your mouth, biting down harshly to stifle the indecent sounds threatening to spill from your lips.

The pew groans below you two, but as people begin to file into the main hall of the church below, their chatter drowns out the immoral psalm of your bodies. His unyielding motions build that sinful pressure in the base of your core, you mumble his name as you drool onto your fingers, eyes squeezing shut as that heady and gluttonous sensation ravaged your body.

“We’re not done yet.” His declaration punctuated by him ripping your fingers out of your mouth and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls you off of his length, forcing you onto your feet and spinning you around. He grabs at your waist, lifting your skirt and grinding his slick length against your ass.

“Might as well watch mass.” The words register late as he shoves you forward, your hands flying out to brace yourself against the rail, giving you a full view of the crowded hall below. The large golden crucifix fixed on the altar glaring back at you. Humiliation seeps into your skin, cheeks aflame at the depravity of the situation.

As shame fills your mind, you can’t help but let the tears stinging at your eyes spill over as Suga rams back into you. You dig your nails into the wooden bannister, the music of the opening psalm silencing the idle chatter, punctuating your misdeeds.

“Look, processions starting.” His lips graze the shell of your ear as he continues to pound so shamelessly into you. Your eyes focus through the tears at the priest and altar servers moving down the aisle, you shake your head again, unsure what you’re trying to communicate to the man taking you apart with each thrust.

“Gonna cum,” He drags his tongue against your ear, “c’mon, I know you want to, too.” He sneaks his hand across your waist, slipping his fingers through the waistband of your skirt, and down down, down, until his fingers are pinching and teasing at your clit.

“Hnn.” You slap a hand over your mouth, face searing as you clench down on his cock, pleasure crashing through you like a waterfall. Your body quivers as Suga’s hips stutter, you can’t help but bask in the sensation of him filling you with his cum. He pulls out slowly, twisting you around to face him, he smiles sweetly at you.

“I’ll catch you later, think I’m late to the sesh.” He pecks a kiss to your forehead as he tucks himself back into his pants, turning on his heel and leaving you leaning against the bannister to stew in your heathenous actions.