#priest toji.

[ichore]

SWEET LAMB - PRIEST!TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: reader is a junior sister under father fushiguro's care, and the priest will do everything in his power to turn the innocent sweet lamb into a perfect woman of god

tags, warnings: modern au, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, toji is a priest, reader is a naive sister but not a virgin, sacrilege, p -> v, cunnilingus, teasing, MINORS DNI, no aftercare

a/n: @/rottiens 😌✌️

Sweet lamb is what he calls you as he gently holds his hand against your jaw, his fingers delicately squishing your cheeks. The soft of his thumb runs along the line of your lips that you've bitten raw during the nights when you had unholy thoughts of Father Toji Fushiguro.

First, it was the feeling of his large palm resting on your lower back as he welcomed you into his church while excitement bubbled in your stomach regarding your new learning experiences as a nun, as a woman of God. Toji's fingers found the curve of your hip when the sudden turn on the candlelit hallway led you to your frugal room. Your eyes immediately found the black cross hung above your bed on the white wall, the spring green of the grass, and the vibrant pink of the freshly bloomed tulips in the garden were right ahead your window.

"I can't even express how grateful I am for allowing me stay at your church, Father Fushiguro." you turned around, finding him mere inches from you as his green gaze was studying your features.

"You're most welcome, but if you wanna stay here, we'll have to call each other by first names." his scarred lips curved into a slight smirk at the sight of your surprise, and his hands embraced yours into a prayer. "I'll make you a perfect child of God you desire to be, that's a promise. Supper is in thirty minutes, you can find fresh clothes and towels in the closet if you need any."

"Thank you, Father Toji."

It did not take much time for you to hear the other junior sisters' gospel about Father. Even if you did not want to indulge in such things, it was hard to not pay attention to whispers during lunch and dinner at the cafeteria.

"They say he was a soldier, that's how he got his scar. He was said to be one of the best." one said.

"They also say he was disowned by his family, and he took his wife's name, but she passed away while he was on deployment- which is why he turned to God."

It made sense, you thought as you watched him from afar; his raven black hair falling on his pale forehead, his strands tickling the width of his nape as he got another spoonful of his food. Despite his large chasuble, it was obvious he was an enormous, muscular man. Whenever his large hands clasped yours, you felt yourself grow weak and tiny while strength and warmth seeped through his pale skin.

One night you could not sleep, you twisted and turned in your bed for hours before you finally decided to take a walk in the nearly empty church. As always, it was before the altar where you felt the bottomless tranquility find you once more, so you got on your knees with your elbows against the bench as you began to pray to God to chase away Toji Fushiguro from your mind. Perhaps it was God's joke to make that man appear right in front of you that night.

"Trouble sleeping?" you jumped a little, not even noticing him walking up behind you. To your even bigger surprise, it made him laugh. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny, you nearly made me have a heart attack." you said, trying your best to appear at least annoyed, but hearing him laugh made your own lips turn into a gentle smile. "It's going to sound silly... but although some sisters here are my age, sometimes I feel terribly lonely."

A faint curve remained on his lips while he settled down next to you on his knees. The warm, orange light of the candles danced in your eyes as you looked at him, his arm nearly touching yours. "I remember feeling that way before God found me and I found him."

"Do you think he will find me too, Father?" your voice was near a whisper, mouth agape as you held your breath while warmth oozed out of his body and you began to feel like it was inviting you in. He smirked as he looked down at your eyes before his green eyes wandered at your braless chest that was only cloaked by a thin, white nightgown.

"Maybe he already found you... and now it's your turn to find him."

"Will you help me?" you placed your hand on his arm.

"Of course, I will help you, sweet lamb. It's my duty to do so." he said, his palm finding the top of your head before it ran along your unruly, bed hair and stopped behind your nape when your cheek touched his chest. Your hands rested on his back, you deeply inhaled his scent of burnt vax and cinnamon as you felt his muscles tighten around you into a hug that nearly made you cry from how well it made you feel. His palm began to caress your back in small circles as his other hand made sure your head comfortably rested under his chin. "Do you want me to help?" he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before as his hand on your back travelled a bit lower.

"Yes, please" you sighed, your embrace tightening around him enough to have your stomach feel against his lap where something hard twitched against you.

"You really are the sweetest," he mumbled, his hand gently fondling the soft of your ass cheek before firmly grabbing it before he fully pulled you onto his lap. "I'll make you find God tonight, I promise. How do you feel right now?"

Wet was the first word that came to your mind; you did not know when it happened, but as Toji's hand held you and then made you grind against his lap, you felt a pool swelling in your underwear and an ache iching between your thighs. "I feel strange, but good, I suppose."

"Good," he said before his hand on your nape went under your nightgown and found your clothed pussy, your juices wetting his fingertips even through your panties. You heard him hum as he began to stroke your wetness, each rub faster and rougher than the one before until his free hand had to cover your mouth as your moans seeped through your agape lips. His movements stopped at once, leaving you desperate for more before his stuck his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them without question as you finally glanced at Toji again whose grin was ear to ear as the green of his eyes was nearly impossible to see from the black pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you. Leaving you feel more desperate and alone than you ever felt before. "Meet me in my office this Sunday, the Lord will be waiting for you there."

He said this on a Thursday night, which left you exactly enough days to torment yourself with the idea of his hands all over you over and over again. Toji Fushiguro is so intoxicating, large and warm that you're certain if anybody can bring you to God, it is him.

On your knees in front of him in his office behind locked doors, you let him clasp your cheeks with one hand as he raises your chin to make you look up at him. A trail of saliva leaves his mouth and slowly drops into yours before his tongue forces its way through your lips. His hunger made the pit of your stomach tremble with need, you kiss and devour him as if he is the ripest, sweetest peach found in the garden.

"I'm on fire. Help me, Father," you moan into his mouth, making him look at your hands already between your thighs. "My fingers don't feel as good as yours."

"Have you touched yourself in the last few nights, Sister?" he asks as he picks you up from the ground with ease and makes you sit on his desk, your naked pussy feeling his hot breath while he's sitting in his chair with one of hands holding his bulge.

"Yes, Father. I could not stop thinking about you... or God."

"Good girl," he said, he peppers careless kisses along your inner thigh while his fingers caress your clit and entrance with agonizing softness and slowness. He's staring at your pussy with no shame before he spreads out his tongue and two fingers to dive into you, his upper lip continuing to tickle your clit. He hums as your hand clenches into the soft darkness of his hair, and he uses his broad shoulders to keep your thighs apart.

Under the moonlight, you can see the reflection of the two of you; you can finally see how much muscle he really has on, how many scars batter his body from the war and how disheveled he got you as your toes curled in the air and your mouth formed a silent O. Your first orgasm has your eyes roll back, your hips still rocking against Toji's face as you throw your head back in pleasure. A painting of the Lord is hung up on the wall right ahead of you; you watched his eyes, although Toji just spun you around to have your belly rest on his desk as he spreads your legs with the width of his thighs. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before he uses his hand to spread it all over his thickness. His eyes follow your gaze onto the painting as he lifts up one of his feet, and put it on the chair on the side before the head of his precum-rich cock enters your soaked pussy.

"God surely loves you," he said with his hands caressing across your arched back, if he gave you a pussy like that, he thinks. Sweat begins to bead along his brows from how hard he's fucking into you, your screams and his balls slapping against your folds fills the room and the hallways, but he does not care. It drives him nearly mad how your walls are milking him, how they tighten around his cock with each stroke as your legs shake with so many orgasm you lost count.

Perhaps he does actually go mad, and your cries for your precious God just excite him just enough to grab you by the hair and force you to look at the painting as his thrusts become faster and rougher, but also disoriented, causing you to orgasm as his cum filled you up.

[storiesoflilies]

priest!toji seemed like the sort of man who really shouldn’t be in the profession he had chosen for himself.

“b-bless me, father, for i…”

“go on, don’t be shy now.”

he had a dark eyebrow quirked at her; she could tell even through the partition between them, which didn’t do much to hide either of them. she could see his tousled raven hair, a hazy outline of his chiseled features, and his slightly worn-out black robes.

she cleared her throat, willing herself to keep it together. “for i have sinned, father. it has been seven days since my last confession.”

toji hummed lowly, thoughtfully. “i see. and what sort of atrocious sins have you committed to come and see me in the middle of the night?”

how could she answer that?

he couldn’t know he was the sole reason for her visit.

she just… had to see him, hear his voice, savor his breath on her tongue.

the rain thundered down harder outside the church, the wind battered against the stained glass windows with renewed vigor, and the candles flickered against the walls. still, she couldn’t utter a single word to him; her voice was caught somewhere between a lie and the truth.

toji cleared his throat, and she could hear the smirk in his voice as he rumbled, “you can always be honest with me.”

she knew that he knew why she was really here.

toji fushiguro was no fool of a priest.

he knew that more than half of his parish lusted after him, only pretending to earnestly repent their ways and be brought into the light of the church just to be closer to him. he knew they clung to his every word during his sermons, thirsty for more, and it was undeniably wrong how much he loved the power of it all.

but he didn’t care enough to blow out that fire.

he knew she wanted to walk straight through it towards him, to feel the heat of him on her skin and then drown herself in his holy water.

“well,” toji began, his face drawing nearer to the partition. her breath hitched as his forest-green eyes gleamed at her, and he smiled. “perhaps we can try to approach this differently.”

he was so alluring, dangerously persuasive without trying.

“w-what do you mean?” she stuttered, tightly crossing and rubbing her legs together.

“how about we chat face to face, hmm? that might make you feel a little bit better about… opening up.”

she couldn’t help but nod and obey him.

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[rottiens]

thinking about priest toji's cock especially. you wonder how you're going to take that the first time he shows it to you hours later after the sermon is over, outside the church. it's so thick, the perfect length, circumcised as his god commands, and of course, unshaven. the head is so pink it seems to hurt, with a translucent trail in the tip. and you find yourself sinning at the thought of how it will taste when you have it in your mouth.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

A/N ::: This was a brilliant idea given to me by @darkstarlight82 I thank you so much for giving me a little slice of your beautiful mind. I hope I was able to do this justice. I enjoyed the little twist at the end. It was just too good not to do!

C/W ::: Handsy Pastor!Toji, thinks he really doing you a solid by doing these things for you, sorta self pleasuring/masturbating-adjacent, oral {m 2 f}, unprotected sex, playing dumb, abuse of power on both sides??

WC ::: 5124 I think

Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

You sat in the back corner of church with your best friend. They were nearly asleep. Today's sermon was nothing to write home about. The only interesting parts about it were 1) You were finally 18 now and that meant you were old enough to partake in the adult aspects of church and 2) You're sure you felt Pastor Toji's eyes on you more than once. You like it when he looks at you. It makes you feel special.

The man, himself, was nothing short of miraculous. He was tall. So fucking tall that he dwarfed over your much shorter body. Sure, you weren't like the other girls in the congregation. The good Lord had graced you with tits and an ass. Curvy hips and plump thighs. And you were starting to feel more and more like your Pastor was noticing certain things about you. Though you weren't sure why. You've been coming to this damned place since you were 16 and you don't look much different now.

"Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away with; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away with. (1 Corinthians 13:8). What does this mean to you all? Hm? Do you agree with this assessment of love? Do you believe wholly that Jesus knows the right path to lead us to and will stop at nothing to get us there? Show of hands, but first everyone look down. Come onnn. I promise there won't be a rapture without all of you. Everyone just look down. Ok, show of hands, who here has had intercourse outside the sanctity of marriage?" Pastor Toji looked around at the room full of people. "My head is down, too. The good Lord is the only one who can see what's going on here, mm-k?"

The people lowered their heads and trusted their Pastor. Dumbasses.

You put your face down just a little. Just enough to make it look convincing. When you were sure everyone else was obeying the orders, you looked up. Surely, everyone had their heads down. All of them except for Pastor Toji. "Uhm, hey," you said to your best friend who was completely asleep now. "You fucking suck. You sleep more than anyone I know. Stupid sloth." You laughed. It caught the Pastor's attention.

Your immediate reaction was to dip your head down, but he was looking too. So why should you turn a blind eye if he wasn't.

There were more hands raised than you expected. The people you thought you knew turned out to be nothing short of filthy whores.

Pastor Toji was watching you look around the space. Finding humor in the look on your face. Your eyes met his and he licked the scar on the right side of his mouth, smiled at you and winked. The way his tongue smoothed over the corner of his mouth was sinful. He was ridiculously attractive for a man of his age. For a man of the cloth. Why would someone like him choose a life like this? You couldn't figure it out and you were too scared to ask him.

"Ok, hands down, heads up. How many of you raised your hands? No no! I'm only kidding. This concludes today's gathering. I will see you all very soon. Thank you for coming out today. May God bless each and every one of you." He said his goodbyes to everyone. Your family was the last to leave. Your mother was concerned that you've been isolating yourself lately. More so than usual, that is. You've been in your bedroom more and more lately. Doing "God knows what."

"Mom! Gosh! You're humiliating me right now! I'm 18. You never enjoyed time to yourself? Maybe I'm reading the bible. How do you know what I'm doing?" You tucked your hair behind your ears and tried to look away. If you could have, you'd have run out into traffic. But it wasn't moving very fast. It was still the Sunday crowd leaving. 5 mph. 7, on a good day.

Pastor Toji pulled your mother aside and was speaking with her for quite a while. The whole thing made you nervous. You didn't like how she was nodding and looking back at you. She was holding her right elbow with her left hand and her chin in her right. That is her thinking face.

"Can we go? Please, mom?" You began tugging on her sweater like a toddler.

"Excuse me, y/n. I'm ... I am talking to Pastor Toji. Now, go wait outside with your friend, ok? I'll be out in a few minutes." She turned back to him. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior. I told you ... she's not herself." He nodded sympathetically.

"Well, I'd be happy ... more than happy to help her in any way I am able to. Perhaps she and I can meet this evening to go over some psalms in the bible, mm?"

Your mother nodded excitedly. "Oh yes! Yes, Pastor. Thank you so much. I'll go tell her right now. You ... are just such a dear. God bless you."

You caught his smile as he watched your mother walk through the double wood doors and reach out for you. Something about it made you feel funny. Not good or bad funny. Like butterflies in your stomach funny. Excited? Were you excited about something?

// In The Car, On The Way Home //

"You will meet with him tonight, y/n. I already told him you'd be there. So, you will. Be there, I mean."

You rolled your eyes. "What the heck am I supposed to do with him? Let him braid my hair? Tell scary stories? Play truth or dare? He's a grown man. What does he think he could do that will help me, anyway? Pray the gay away? I told you. I'm not all the way gay, ma. I'm bi. So only half of me is broken in the eyes of God. The other half is fine."

"I've asked you not to talk about that stuff with me on Sunday, sweetie. One day is all I ask for. I thank you for listening to me."

// At Home, 15 Minutes Before Leaving To Meet Pastor Toji At Church //

"I have no idea {friends name}. Like, isn't it just a little bit odd that she's forcing me to go see a grown ass man about how I lock myself away sometimes? Who cares if I want to be alone!" You tried to blow off some steam to your friend before you drove down to the church.

// Getting Out Of Your Car, Walking Into Church //

"Yeah, well, she's got another thing comin' if she thinks I'm going to listen to a single word this old asshole has to say to me." You turned around and saw Pastor Toji standing on the steps of the church. "I gotta go, {friends name}. Yeah. Yep, he heard me say it. How'd you know? It is my luck, huh? I'll talk to you later. I'll let you know how it goes." You laughed as you hung up the phone.

You walked up the steps and stood in front of him just outside the doors. "Well?" You almost sounded like you were challenging him. "What's your grand plan to save me from myself? What did my mother put you up to?"

He laughed and headed inside. You tried to follow and keep up with him but his legs were so long that you were taking 2 and 3 steps for each one of his.

"Where's the fire?" You said, obviously irritated.

"S'down the hall. Come along, child. Follow me if you want to live!" He turned around, wide-eyed and put his hands up like he was pretending to be a ghost or something. It got you to crack a little smile.

"Well, I don't want to die. So I guess keep leading the way, Past---"

"Just call me Toji. Ok? I'm just Toji at the end of the day. I'm just a man under this cloth."

You blushed, ashamed of yourself for thinking the thoughts you were having about your Pastor. But who says that, anyway? 'I'm just a man under this cloth.' It wasn't necessary to phrase it like that.

"Ok, kid. Right in here." He held the door open for you and touched the small of your back when you walked by.

// Toji's Office //

"So. Baptism by fire? Y'down, Toji?" You sat back in the chair on the other side of the desk. Purposely folding your arms over your chest to create a cleavage line and put up an air of disinterest. Crossing your right leg over your left. Kicking it in the air flippantly.

"I'm down for whatever you want me to be down for, y/n. That's all there is to it." He pulled his collar down and undid the button at his throat. "What kind of Pastor am I if I can't be a good listener? Hm?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his left ankle over his right knee.

"I don't think my mother would like it very much if I told you about my ... personal life."

"Personal life, huh? That's an interesting way to phrase it. But it's ok. I'm just here to talk. That's all." He pulled out a bottle of water from the mini fridge behind him and offered you one.

"No, I'm fine." You were starting to feel like he was baiting you into saying something you shouldn't.

"Suit yourself. So, you're having some trouble in paradise, huh? You've been cooped up in your room for a while. Your mom told me. What's up with that?"

You rolled your eyes. "She's exaggerating. I'm not ... I'm not always in my room. Just sometimes. And I don't know. I guess I just don't see the point in going out and doing things when I don't know if I'm doing them for the right reasons."

"What do you mean? What are you doing that you think you're not doing for the right reasons?"

"I just. I don't know. I don't like being around people, I guess. But then I feel like I should. Like, I should want to go out and drink and party and fu--- do other fun stuff. But I just don't care."

Toji choked on his water. "You're ... you're still ... pure? Yes, a virgin, right? I didn't know you had such a mouth on you, little one. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that. You are ... 18 now?"

Nodding your head, you blushed again. You weren't sure what you were doing. You knew you shouldn't have been having so much fun with your Pastor. But it felt good to screw around. To have fun. "Yeah, I am. A virgin. I'm not like the other girls in church, though. They're all boy crazy. I just ... I don't really like anyone like that. You know?"

He nodded, looking down at his feet. "You don't really like anyone like that, huh. I see. Ok. Well. You're different, y/n. And that's ok. You're not wrong for not wanting what they want. But, maybe you're not giving yourself enough credit. Maybe you could still enjoy someone's company without feeling like you have to give them anything in return."

You shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not interested in it."

"In sex or in people?"

"I guess I don't really care about people. Usually, I mean. I like girls ... and I like boys, too. What do you think of that?" You dared him to answer honestly.

"Well, I think that's ok, too. God made you that way. He made everyone feel some way. You can't help how you feel. If you're attracted to people, then you're attracted to people. It's not something you can control."

You nodded. "Yeah, I know. But it's different in church, you know? People talk and it sucks sometimes."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Is there ... anyone else ... around? You might be attracted to?"

You bit your lip. "No, not really. I've thought about it, but I don't think anyone is 'good' enough. I want someone who has the same morals as I do. You know? I want us to be on the same page." You didn't want to look at him. You didn't want to say too much more. You felt as if you were faking being too naive as it was. You didn't want to push it too far. Pastor Toji was a man of the cloth, yes. But you'd heard rumors about his life prior to making the vow to serve God.

He took the few steps that it was to stand behind you and he began to rub your shoulders with his large hands. "Is - is this ok, y/n? I just want to help you relax while you're here. You seemed so ... so, so stressed when you were talking with your mother. I wanted to get you here so it was just you and I. I thought you might, oh, I don't know. Open up for me? Per se." He chuckled. "Per se."

"Oh, um. Yeah, it's ok." You tried not to melt under his touch.

He kept rubbing circles into your shoulders with his strong thumbs and then running them up the back of your neck. You felt yourself getting hot. The tension building in your belly wasn't like anything you've ever felt before. Not like this, anyway. You began to shift in your seat a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry, y/n. That's a little too far. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that you're so tense and---"

You interrupted him, "NO. DON'T STOP! I mean, don't hafta stop if you don't wanna. It ... it feels good. You have … really strong hands." You made the mistake of looking up at him. His green eyes were half-lidded and dark now. He didn't look anything like he did earlier at the sermon. It was like night and day.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Your mother just wants you to be happy. She knows I can help you. That's why she asked me to meet with you. She didn't tell you why, though?"

You shook your head.

"Well, I can definitely help you with ... this. And whatever else you want my help with." He licked the scar that permanently kisses his lips and you saw him start to lean down toward you. "Do you want me to help you, y/n? Is that something you want?" His voice was low and sultry. Breathy, even. Your eyelashes fluttered at the feel of his exhalation on your face. He was close enough to ...

You nodded, slowly. He grabbed your chin and pulled you to your feet. "Good girl." He looked like he was going to kiss you. Like he was going to taste your mouth and tongue and ...

He stopped himself. "Are you sure you want this, y/n? I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. Not that I would ever do that, suggest you do something you're not wanting to do. Not in the house of God. I have an idea. Why don't you go and meet me in the confessional. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. But I want you to do something, I want you to think of me while you're sitting there ok? And I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you. I just want you to get an idea of how good it could feel. Just ... should the day ever come when you're going to be with someone, you'll know what to expect. Ok? You don't want any ... any weird surprises, hm?"

You nodded again. "Ok, Pastor Toji." You're starting to see why your mother had you meet up with him. He was so charismatic. So full of shit. Genuinely able to act like he was looking out for you. He was helping you be ready for one of the most important experiences of your life.

You've got some experience touching yourself. You've cum a few times. But your fingers are so unsatisfactory to you. They're short. Thin. Your best friend has suggested you buy a toy to try and pleasure yourself. Well, they said to 'get yourself off.' You didn't care much for the phrasing, but nodded your head anyway.

You got to the door of the confessional and pulled it open to step inside. It was dark, save for the little bit of lighting coming through the cross hatched window on what would be Pastor Toji's side. Looking around the tiny room, you felt both like you were lost and like you were found.

The air was dense and hot. It was like an atmospheric hug.

A couple of minutes had passed before you remembered what Toji told you to do. "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you." His words resonate in your quickly beating heart.

He will be here soon. So you figured it'd be best if you got started doing what he asked you to do. You ran your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, over the fabric of your dress. You were sitting on the little bench that faced the window, your back against the wall. It felt good to have something behind you. It was like someone was holding you up. Keeping you steady.

You closed your eyes and kept feeling yourself over. Rubbing your thighs together to create a little friction. You wondered what it would feel like to have him touch you. Would he be gentle? Rough? Would he care about you or just about getting off?

"Y/n?"

You heard the door on the other side of the confessional open and Pastor Toji stepped in. You could only see the outline of him, but it was enough. It was all you needed.

"Oh. Hi." You whispered.

He laughed quietly. "Are you doing what I asked you to do? Did you start?"

"Yes. I was just thinking about you. And how you would touch me. And I don't know why you're doing this for me, but it means a lot. Preparing me for the day ... I mean. Th - thank you." You said as you bunched the fabric of your dress in your fists.

"Well, it's my pleasure. To help you out. You're a sweet girl, y/n. I want to make sure you're taken care of. So, may I see you?" He laughed softly, "I can't exactly help you from over here, can I?"

"No. No, I guess not. You can't." You stood up and turned to face the wall. You heard him get up and walk out of his side and head towards you.

He knocked twice on your booth and waited for you to tell him it was ok if he came in. "It's open."

He opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He didn't turn around right away. He took a few deep breaths before he turned to you.

"Y/n, I want to touch you. Like I said, just to let you know what to expect when the time comes for you to be ... mm, romantically involved with someone, if you will?"

"I would like that. Very much. I'm not ... I haven't ... I haven't done anything. With anyone. I don't even know where to start or what to start with. I don't know what it's like. Please, Pastor Toji. I - I want you to teach me how to touch myself. An-and you." You rolled your eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. That was so presumptuous of me. I shouldn't have asked you that." You started to cry. "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid."

He shook his head. "No, you're not. You're not stupid. You're smart. And you're beautiful. Shh shh shh shh shhhh, noo, it's ok. It's ok. You're not stupid. Hey, look at me, y/n. Look at me." He wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You looked up at him through wet eyelashes. "I want to help you. That's all I want to do.”

You put your hand on top of his where it sat on your tear streaked face and nodded. "Re-really? You ... you won't think I'm bad for asking?"

He shook his head. "No. Not at all. Now, turn around and show me your beautiful body."

You did as he said and turned to face the wall.

"Good. Good. Now, y/n, I want you to lift up your dress for me. Just a little. Just enough for me to see what you've got going on down there, ok?"

"Ok." You pulled your dress up around your hips and heard him take a deep breath.

"That's it, baby. That's it." He touched the small of your back with his left hand and you jumped a little. "Shh, it's ok. It's ok. I won't hurt you, y/n. You can trust me."

"Ok. I - I know. I trust you." You felt his right hand slowly rub up the outside of your thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet. You've never been this wet so quickly before.

"Good girl. You're doing so well, y/n." He kept rubbing up and down your leg, slowly moving towards the apex of your thighs. "Can I touch you here, too?"

You nodded, "Yes, please. Touch me, Pastor Toji. I want you to touch me there, too. Everywhere."

He moved his hand up to your core and pressed his index and middle fingers against your clit. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ok?"

You nodded again. "It feels good. I want more."

"More, hm? Ok. Well, I guess I can't disappoint you then. What kind of a Pastor would I be if I let down one of my flock?" He laughed darkly at this question. "Mmm-hmm, ok. Ok." He slipped his fingers inside of you. It was such a strange feeling, his fingers probing around in you. So skilled. Like nothing you've ever experienced with yourself, or anyone else before. "Do you like this, y/n?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes." You gasped.

"Good. Very good." He began to move his fingers in and out of you. "This is how you'll fuck someone, baby girl. Or how someone will fuck you." He whispered into your ear. His chest was pressed to your back, your chest against the wall of the confessional. You had your left hand up higher on the wall and your right hand was snaking around behind you, so close to tugging on Pastor Toji's waistband. You could feel how hard he was as he pushed his cock into the fat of your ass.

You were grinding on his hand now. Rocking back and forth on his fingers. "I want you to cum, baby. Cum on my fingers. I want to feel you gush all over my hand. You think you can do that for me?"

"HmmPastorrrTojiii ... I don't, I don't think I can. Do you have something else that will make me feel this good, but ... but so I can ... come? You said? Hoh god, it feels so good, but I need more. I can't do it like this. Ple-please, Pastor, help me?"

"Cum, princess. C-u-m. Like, when you have an orgasm. You cum. It's ok. Not everyone knows the right wording at first. It's ok, I'll help you. I'll help you, shhh shh sh."

"But, but what do I need to do? Something else? A different ... something?" You were getting desperate. His fingers felt so good, but you didn't want to cum on his fingers alone.

"Here," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and turning you around. "Lift your dress up and over your head, ok? That's it, that's it. Good girl, you're so beautiful, y/n. Such a good girl." He took off his robe and hung it on the back of the door.

You looked down at his erection. It was massive. It was throbbing, even. You gasped. "I don't ... I don't think that's going to fit in me."

He laughed. "Oh, it will, princess. Don't you worry your pretty little head off. It'll fit like a glove. So good. So good and tight you won't even know why you were worried when I'm makin' you feel so good." He pulled your panties down to your knees and pushed your back up against the wall. He bent down on his knees and buried his face in your pussy. He licked and sucked and nipped at you. "This is how you'll eat someone out, baby girl. You'll make them cum so hard and they'll taste so sweet."

You felt yourself getting close to an orgasm again. He had you worked up so badly. "Pastor Toji, I'm ... I think ... gonna cum. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so hard. Please, please, please. Give me something else, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me." You pulled your hips back and you got off of his face. You’d be damned if he did it to you like this. 

He stopped and stood up, licking his lips.

You looked down at his cock and traced your fingertips over the tip. It was wet, the beads of precum trickled from his slit. Licking your fingers, you locked eyes with him.

"You ... you want it? You want this cock inside of you? You want me to fuck you, baby girl? Hmm?"

You nodded. "Please, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me. I need it. I need you."

He put his fingers back into your pussy. "Well, you're not ready for me yet, sweetheart. Not yet. You need to be nice and wet for me. You're not quite there yet. But, don't worry. I can make you cum with my fingers again and then I'll fuck you. How's that sound?"

"Ok. Ok. Yeah, I'd like that." You said breathlessly.

"Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed your lips. "So good."

He fingered you until you came on his hand. Then he lifted you up and put your legs around his waist. "Are you ready for me, y/n? You ready to get fucked?"

You nodded. "Yes. Yes, please fuck me, Pastor. Please."

"Call me Toji, baby girl." He pushed his cock inside of you and you felt yourself stretch around him. He was so big. It felt like he was splitting you in half.

"Fuck, Toji. Oh my god, you're so big. You're so fucking big." You were scratching at his back, digging your nails into his flesh.

"Shh shh shh, that's it. That's it, princess. Take me all in. It's ok, I know, I know. You're ok. I know." He whispered into your ear.

He began to rock his hips back and forth, in and out of you. "That's it. That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so wet for me. You're so good for me, baby girl."

"I'm gonna cum, Toji. I'm gonna cum." You were rocking on his cock, pushing yourself further onto him. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, please, Toji!" You came on his cock and he held you against the wall as he fucked you harder.

"That's it. That's it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum all over me, fuck, oh yeah ..." He came inside of you, his hot cum shooting up inside of you. "F-f-fuck, y/n. Oh my god, you're so good. You're so tight. You're so fucking beautiful." He pulled out of you and set you back down on the floor. "Here, let me help you get your panties back on." He pulled them back up your legs and over your ass.

"What do I do now, Pastor Toji? Do I just leave your stuff inside of me?"

He stopped what he was doing for a moment and then looked up at you. "Oh, no. No, baby girl. You can just leave that alone. You will want to shower, y'know. Piss, too. You don't want to get a UTI or somethin'. But for the meantime, yeah. Just leave it there. S'not gonna hurt anything."

You nodded. "Ok. Well, does this mean we're a couple now? Does this mean, do you love me now?"

He laughed, "I don't know about all that, y/n. I don't know about that. But we'll see. We'll see where this goes. You're a sweet girl. But I don't know if I'd go that far. Y'know? Like, eesh. This was fun. But no. I don't love you. Not like that." He pulled up his pants and his robe. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the tiny, sex-scented room. "I'll walk you out, though. How's that sound?"

You nodded. "Ok." You put your dress back on and followed him out.

He didn't look at you or speak to you on the way to your car.

"Why won't you look at me or say anything, Toji?"

"It's Pastor, now. Only call me Pastor Toji ok?" He said, barely looking up at you.

"Ok. But why? What happened? You said you weren't going to love me. I get that. But you seemed like you wanted to spend more time with me. But now, it's like you don't want to be around me."

"I don't want you to get attached, y/n. You're not the only girl in church who needs my help. Ok? It's nothing personal. It's business. The lord’s business. That's all it is."

"Oh. Ok. I understand." You did understand. You understood that he was a bastard of a Pastor.

You laughed. "You really bought all that shit? C-u-m." You doubled over, slapping your knees as you laughed at him. "Why won't you look at me, Pastor? Wait, is it Pastor? Or Toji? I'm so confused. Hmm," you said in a fake little whine and pouted like your heart was being broken into a million pieces. "You're so pathetic, old man. Thanks though, Toji. Thanks for makin' me c-u-m so hard. Twice! Let me know who the other girls are you're 'helping', yeah? Maybe we can have a good old fashioned threesome and we can all just c-u-m all over each other, yeah?!" You winked at him. "Yeah, I saw that little slip up, Toji. And then you didn't even want me to call you Toji anymore. Hmm. Well, thanks for the lesson, Pastor. I'll see you next week. At the service. Where you'll be preaching about being a 'good Catholic boy'. Ha! Yeah right, Pastor. You're a fuckin' animal. I'll tell my mom you fixed me all up, real good. 2 times. Oh, they were amazing. I'll give you that. Nice cock, Pastor. Nice ... fuckin' ... cock."

He was standing there, his mouth agape as you got into your car and drove off, waving your arm out the window.

You smirked. "Such a dumbass, Pastor."

You pulled out your phone and texted your friend

"Hey! Wanna go to the movies tonight?"

They answered, "Sure! Which one?"

"I really don't fuckin' care. See you at the next one that plays!" 

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[cosmicstarlatte]

good afternoon bb!

here is your daily reminder that this picture exists

<3

!!!!!!!!

i was literally looking at it a little bit ago! LMAO the toji brainrot 😵‍💫😭❤️

[neynhi]

I think I'm going to write a jjk gothic horror. Like full on religious symbolism,female rage, and vampires.

I rewatched Midnight Mass and True Detective S1 so my brains been a tickerin.

[kentojism]

addition to the keiranoel ocposting here are their updated forms

[torawro]

sosa bean what’re you doing tonight my love !! are there any wips you’re excited about or enjoying a lil writers break this winter :3 ilu always mwah mwah

ah my frilly dilly bean has come to visit me once more <3 i was watching anime but now im listening to music while here on tumblr when i SHOULD be sleeping 😓😓 i do in fact have a handful of wips im excited about so i’m glad you asked 🫧 i need to actually clear out old wip’s i haven’t touched in a while, and those that i have admitted to myself that im probably not gonna work on anymore LMAOOO. some fics im excited about and planning :

pervert! sai ( from naruto :P)

serial killer! nanamin

a fic about trevor belmont kinda like enemies to lovers but not really? one night stands will be involved. based on 90s r&b song.

a fic about alucard and belmont!reader set right before castlevania nocturne

a fic about the other alucard from hellsing. he’s a disgruntled cynical college professor in my version <3

multi chap fic about sasuke uchiha ( mainly be on ao3 )

perhaps a lil something for a member(s) of the batman universe

neuvillette at a ball <3

so yeah !! i have things cooking but most of these ideas might turn out into longer fics that require a bit more time and effort 😣

[kanekisfavoritegf]

PRIEST TOJI COMING WHEN?!?!

I just wanted to bring this back since tumblr censored the first one. 

[tender-rosiey]

“KEEP THE PRIEST! WEDDING NO.2 STARTS!”

— gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto & toji when you catch the bouquet at a wedding (f!reader)

a/n: if you don't have a cousin then now you do and thanks for being patient with me everyone! <3

GOJO SATORU:

 a family member of yours was finally getting married—something you never thought would happen since she was always complaining about all her boyfriends, but hey at least someone finally did it.

anyway, naturally, you took your dear boyfriend as your date.

the wedding was going smoothly, drinks were exchanged, food was distributed, and cakes were eaten—much to your lover’s delight.

another thing that kept happening is people trying to introduce their daughters to satoru.

his instant response was to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him, kissing your cheek and chirping a “sorry, but I am happily taken!”

now it was time for the part that a lot of people wait for: the bouquet throw.

your cousin was already crazy, so she has been waiting for it so she can throw the bouquet with all her might. on the other hand ,you and the other ladies were lined up and patiently waited.

one swing, two swings, one faint throw, and finally the bouquet was thrown into the air, heading towards its next owner.

a chorus of ‘its mine! mine!’ filled the room, but relentless, you maneuvered your way into finally catching the bouquet in your hands.

you’ve won the battle.

but wait. it seems like there is a contestant that won’t back down.

“let go of that bouquet, young lady!”

you look behind you and gasps, it is—“satoru?!”

“yes, satoru!” your boyfriend huffs, making his way towards you.

he firmly takes a stance in front of you, contrasting his intimidating position with his infamous pout, “it’s not fair for you to take the bouquet!”

you sway your hip to the side sassily, “does it make a difference? we’re getting married either way!”

your boyfriend shakes his head, “no, babe!” he places his hands on his chest, pushing his theatrics till the top, “I need to be the star!”

he crumbles to the floor and you merely stare at him in silence.

you see your cousin approach you and your boyfriend, “first of all, I am the star, and second, if you don’t stop fighting, I am taking the bouquet back.”

your boyfriend gasps clinging to your legs, “babe, your cousin is super mean!”

you pat his head with a sigh and he happily presses a kiss to your thigh. what a taxing man to be with.

“sweets, I wanna pee.”

taxing child.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your boyfriend was—surprisingly—invited to a friend’s wedding, which he hated as he was planning on taking you to a stargazing sight because you’ve been talking about it ever since you saw it multiple times on tiktok.

so, here you are with your boyfriend put into a suit by force.

you’re pretty sure that he is going to rip it any moment, but you would rather he does that when you’re both alone: you don’t necessarily mind a show.

anyway, you are sat with your dear lover who hasn’t stopped frowning since you’ve entered the darn hall.

the only good social thing he has done so far is greeting the groom and the bride. other than that, his hand never left yours and he stuck by you.

it’s cute, though, even if he argues that he is anything but.

you hear them announce that they’re finally throwing the bouquet so you give sukuna a quick peck then run to reserve your space.

now, you get very competitive in certain things, and this is certainly one of them. you will be going home with that bouquet.

and true to your goal, the moment the bouquet is at a height you can reach, you jump at it, holding on for dear life.

your feet reach the ground once again, and you raise your hand in victory, “I did it!”

you don’t see sukuna rolling his eyes fondly and with a proud grin that screams ‘that’s my girl’.

after a bit of applause, you quickly turn to your boyfriend and walk towards his table, radiating with confidence.

you place the bouquet on the table then you lean on your elbows, “I caught the bouquet,” you wink, “what do you think?”

“of course, you would get it,” he hums, “you’re mine, and I don’t settle for less than the best.”

you roll your eyes and lean towards him, swirling the drink that you stole from him, “it’s quite the commitment that we’re getting into,” you then look and lock eyes with him, “think you can handle that?”

“there’s nothing I can’t handle, loser.”

you giggle before cooing, “aww, you love me so much,” he gently shoves you, before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you back towards him.

“I tolerate you.”

“so love!”

“no.”

NANAMI KENTO:

jingling bells, clicking heels, steaming food, and loving couples including you and your dear boyfriend fill today’s wedding hall.

a mutual friend of yours and nanami finally tied the knot with their lover, and you were happily invited.

it was a never ending party of laughter and happy tears—that you efficiently hid by burying your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

things calmed down a bit, leaving you to fangirl about how cute your friend is to nanami.

“but kento, she looked so cute! she is so pretty! he better not hurt her!”

nanami keeps munching on his bread, “I think she is capable of handling that herself.”

you cross your arms with a huff, “what do you mean?”

“she is carrying a shotgun.”

“oh, you right,” you acknowledge, before running towards the dance floor when you see your friend about to throw the bouquet, “f/n, you better not throw that until I tell you!”

“if you don’t get then you just have a major skill issue!”

you gasp, taking a battle stance in the middle of the of the dance floor. you hear your friend giggle, before she finally throws the bouquet into the air.

from then, it’s a cat fight between you and the rest of the people.

however, you come out as victorious then excitedly running towards nanami, “kento! kento! did you see me?”

“mhm, you looked lovely as always,” he chuckles, giving you his full attention.

you giggle, taking a seat beside him. you start talking about your fight(?) to get the bouquet while nanami stealthily takes a plate of your favourite snacks from the buffet and slides it to you.

you gasp, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, “thank you, love!”

he hums, eyeing the bouquet, “you know,” then he says, fidgeting with his watch a little, “I can get you a better bouquet if you want—with a side of a ring, of course.”

you were about to finally dig in, but your brain quickly short circuits at his comment, “oh.”

slowly, you turn to him, feeling your face get warmer by the second.

he laughs lightly, hand coming to rest on yours, “I am not joking,” he pulls your hand up for a small peck, “I am just waiting for the right time so please be patient with me.”

GETO SUGURU:

the moment the vows were exchanged, music was blasted to the roof, and everyone was partying to the max.

your cousin, the bride, is dancing to the beat with vigor and excitement you’ve never seen before.

you would like to join her, but geto just won’t let you since he knows that you will somehow end up drunk off your mind and dancing on one of the tables.

so you’re sat with him right now, sulking and glaring at him.

“babe, don’t be so sad now, please? I am only doing this so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.”

you huff and turn your back on him, “I am a full-functioning adult; thank you very much!”

his hand slowly inches towards yours, “the prettiest full-functioning adult,” he smiles, pulling his chair closer to you. “and the smartest too, did you know that?”

you almost give into his advances—his charming smile is far too lethal—but you’ve developed a bit of immunity to his actions.

so instead, you face him with a teasing smile, “I would love if you tell me more—after I successfully steal the bouquet.”

“steal?”

you roll your eyes, “acquire.”

he laughs lightly, and you take it as your cue to run towards the group of women huddled behind your cousin.

you stand proudly, “c/n, throw your bouquet!”

“no!”

“what?!”

“just kidding!”

and so the bouquet flies and ‘accidentally’ lands in your hands—it’s no accident; you’ve been training your entire life for this moment.

people whoop and applaud, and you bow to audience, before scurrying to your darling boyfriend.

you wave the bouquet in your hand, and he nods knowingly, “guess you’re never get rid of me,” you muse, hugging the bouquet to your chest, “what a pity, right?”

he looks at you confused then sighs with a smile, “I never planned to, but okay.”

you beam at him and throw your arms around him, and he laughs, hugging you closer.

you trace shapes on his back and murmur, “you’re way too cute for your own good.”

“I need to charm you one way or another, you know,” he replies, motioning for the waiter to get you two more drinks.

he stays silent for a moment, “you can go get hammered—“

“not!”

“okay, not hammered with your cousin.”

“yay!” you scream joyously and run away.

guess who ended up drunk and dancing on a table.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

toji and a wedding?

it’s a combination most would not expect, but it isn’t his wedding anyway, so he can’t complain about it being too much commitment right now.

the only thing he can complain about is being put into this ‘suffocating’ suit—a sight you love.

“do we really have to stay till the end?”

you turn towards him, mortified, “this is literally your best friend’s wedding.”

he shrugs, “so?”

with a shake of your head, you drag him further down the hall to your assigned seats. at least, holding your hand is enough to pacify him.

the wedding goes as you would expect, aside from toji almost falling asleep.

you are now just standing beside the clearly expensive and delicious buffet—your true love.

toji is happily indulging in the food laid out in front of him, and you are about to do the same, but you notice that the bouquet throw is about to happen.

so you dash out of your seat just in time to catch that rogue bouquet. you raise your hand, announcing yourself as the now rightful owner of this bouquet.

that’s why you excitedly search for toji to show him your new prize.

you rush towards the table that you left your boyfriend at, “toji, I got it!—toji?”

a look left, a look right, your eyes widen. did the darn guy leave the moment you caught the bouquet? no way his fear of commitment is this intense.

you take note of the groom—toji’s bestie—shaking his head.

feeling embarrassed, you frown and yell for him, “toji fushiguro!”

suddenly, you feel a presence behind your back. you feel the person lean towards your ear a bit, and they whisper a small, “hey.”

you gasp, spinning to smack him square on the shoulder, “I hate you!”

he teases, almost like your hit was never there in the first place, “now now, that isn’t something you say to your future husband,” he grins and you scrunch your face in disgust.

you turn on your heel to walk away from him, “kill yourself.”

“what a foul mouth,” he whistles, following you until you finally give up and are given the chance to punch him in the stomach to make for the scare he gave you.

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[chohorny]

"THE HORROR... YES!"

✦ SUMMARY

╰┈➤ Step right up for a spine-tingling, old HORROR story TROPES extravaganza! Filled with the clumsy girl! Stupid plotlines! Unnecessary sex scenes! And plot holes! #KINKTOBER2024

✦ C.W

╰┈➤ CLUMSY!reader, DITZY!reader, AFAB!reader, DUBCON bordering on NONCON, murder, character DEATH

hunted doll!sukuna x reader — here!

Your boyfriend, as clumsy as he is, foolishly wins you a doll at the county fair that will forever change your life.

feat. dubcon/noncon, murder, character death(?), groping, trueform!sukuna, double penetration, plushie humping, mental illness, face riding, aphrodisiac, brief cum eating, slight voyeurism, degradation, praise, missionary, 7k+ words, yuuji is aged up to 20+years, slight yuuji x reader, hair yanking, is this cheating?, rough sex, unprotected sex

masked killer!toji x reader — soon!

your mother introduced you to your step father and you both have quickly gained a lot of chemistry.

feat. dubcon, death, step-cest, stalking, age-gap (reader is 23, toji is 48), scummy toji, bratty!reader, drugs, rough sex, vaginal penetration

werewolf!choso x reader — soon!

your job was to collect film for a documentary about a popular wolf that caught the internet's attention.

feat. heats, knots, stalking, dubcon/noncon, vaginal penetration, breeding

priest!geto x succubus!reader — soon!

after you returned back from bible study one summer afternoon, you changed. your parents sent a minister to help their daughter.

feat. religion talks, victorian era, cowgirl, vaginal penetration, overstimulation

teslabot!toji x reader — soon!

telsa has come out with a new robot to help assist with your every day needs. And to encourage sales, they've programmed and dressed their bots to your favorite anime characters. you just hope it can satisfy your wants too.

feat. rough sex, groping, dildo riding, overstimulation, vaginal penetration

currently I want to add more so don't be afraid to send a ask and present your idea of a story! (review rules before doing so please!)

[rottiens]

Omg!! What if priest toji pretends you're corrupting him? Like, he keeps going on and on about how he shouldn't be doing this and it's so hard to resist you and how you're the only one he's ever even thought of breaking his vows for. Meanwhile he's been kicked out of many parishes for hooking up with members of his congregation, he keeps having to move further and further away to keep up the charade.

💢‼️💢‼️ OH. the way my eyes widened. i, um. love this concept, he would feign innocence, he would let you believe you have the power over the situation and when he finally manages to have you legs spread open in the confessional, your legs folded so close to your chest; you have a sneaking suspicion that you don't really know priest fushiguro.

"I thought you were a virgin!" you cry between pauses, his thrusts leaving you breathless.

toji is so deep, gripping the hem of the cassock with his teeth to stare at how his veiny cock sinks into you. between clenched teeth he grins, grinding his hips harder against you.

"you never asked," he says, drooling the cloth a little.

[tteokdoroki]

Thinking about the freshly corrupted priest Gojo pumping his dick in the confession booth while the sinful vixen sitting in the other cabin went from confessing her sins of corrupting one of the local fathers and having him cream down her throat to giving him instructions on how to handle his throbbing cock lovingly

Go faster now, father- squeeze the tip just a little bit...yes that's a good boy...now spit on it, make a mess of yourself and give everyone a show, all their eyes are peering down and up on you.

And with that, good morning aali my love <3

-glasses anon

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. confessional.

about. you confess your sins to father satoru, but with the lust bubbling between you both, things get a little carried away.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, sacrilege, religious imagery/references, guided masturbation, male masturbation, priest!gojo, fem!reader, wc: 1.6K.

what good is a priest who can’t follow his own teachings? one that succumbs to the slightest hint of femme fatale? 

gojo thought himself a strong man. a good one. but once again, he’d found himself drinking from the devil’s cup offered up by a lost little angel who has strayed away from her path to light. 

“and i really didn’t mean to. father toji— i mean fushiguro— seemed so stressed! like he needed a helping hand.” you whimper unevenly from your side of the confessional booth. guilt buzzes in satoru’s veins as he imagines you teary eyed and distraught on the other side of the wall. the mere idea of you crying sends pleasure and lustful hormones shooting through his bloodstream and right down to his erection — the tip flushing a shameful shade of bright red.

you continue relentlessly, each word a breathless whisper laid over the swell of your sinful lips.“s-so i offered some relief in the only way i know how. i let him use my body, let him use my throat. he said it was okay…” but i just feel so wrong for corrupting him like that under the watchful eye of the lord. is it wrong that i liked it, father ‘toru. having that man���s cum pour down my throat?”

you’ve strayed too far away from the light and you’re pulling him into the darkness with you. 

“f-fuck.” 

“is something wrong father toru, your voice sounds rather strained.” by the tone of your own, he can just tell that you have your head cocked to the side innocently. perhaps your lip is caught daringly between your teeth — eyes gleaming with mischief while you mask your amusement at the damage you’ve caused. the young priest’s dick throbs against his inner thigh, smearing white along his baby soft skin. satoru grabs at his girth, squeezing it as if to stave off the pleasure that he should be disgusted by. 

clearing his throat, gojo internally curses as the words stick to its ridges — almost as if he doesn’t believe what comes out of his own mouth next. “i-i’m fine. have you prayed? i’m sure he would forgive you for your sins.” 

“i’ve been on my knees every night.” you mumble through a pout that he can’t see — earning another hiss from the priest while his angry red cockhead starts to bleed more arousal, forming a dark stain that seep’s through the fabric of his black slacks. “if you don’t mind me asking… does it hurt, father toru?” 

“does what hurt?” he exhales slowly, pearly white lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. gojo, against his better judgments, pops the button of his pants to provide some relief to his aching cock. it doesn’t help at all. 

“your cock. father fushiguro felt the same after i confessed what i’d done with father getou.” 

shit. “yes… it does.” 

“i maybe be able to help.” your voice somehow sounds closer — as if you’re in the booth with him. “can you touch it… touch yourself for me, please?”

when you ask him so sweetly, how can father satoru say no? he follows your instructions like a man charmed by a succubus from the deep depths of hell. his whole body shudders and his breath stutters when he finally takes his forth between his king and slender fingers, squeezing at the base as precum beads like a rare oyster’s pearl in the centre of his slit. 

this is so wrong. “holy…holy shit,” but it already feels so good. gojo hisses, chest heaving as he instinctively bucks into his closed fist. it’s warm, sends shockwaves of pleasure down his spine to build in his pelvis while each vein that wraps prettily around his cock pulses with a new wave of lust laden blood. “what should i…?” he coughs shakily, hips slowly beginning to fuck upwards to chase the feeling of his palm. “what should i do now?” 

“spit on it, father.” you command him gently, blessing him with your praise where the higher being above might condemn him. “get it nice and wet for me, like i would, okay? squeeze the tip when you do—“ 

father ‘toru easily follows your word as if it reads passages from the bible. carefully, he leans forward — letting hot, gooey trails of spit dribble over his blistering and bright cockchead. his entire body twitches at the new sensation, which is surprisingly cool in comparison to how hot his body feels. sweat tracks it’s way down his body, soiling his hood robes and freshly pressed clothes. it makes his pure white locks stick to his forehead, and gathers on his cupid’s bow and it really is all too much. 

he feels like hell on earth. 

there’s a dull thud that echoes from satoru’s side of the booth, his head knocking against the wooden walls when it falls back. in the same breath, a loud and borderline pornographic moan rips it’s way through satoru’s firm chest — it battles through his lips (caught between sets of perfect white teeth), and reverberates throughout the confessional booth, no doubt catching the attention of people passing by.

“ohmygod,” comes his pathetic whimper while he clenches around himself once again, throat bobbing as he swallows down his sinful sounds. “why does that feel so fucking good? g-god, please!”

satoru’s fall from grace makes a sick smile spread across your lips and you cock your head to the side. you can only imagine what he looks like if this is how he sounds, his clothes a sweaty mess, his eyes delirious and darkened with ungodly and immoral desire. all this while he begs for god, begs for forgiveness, begs for you.

“you’re doing so well for me, ‘toru. can you go a little faster for me? now that it’s nice and wet.” the way his name falls gently from your tongue is like thick honey running through satoru’s ears — you drag a veil of lust over his mind and once again he follows your orders. he pumps himself faster, harder, precum slinging over the edge of his knuckles as they turn as white as his hair from the grip he has on himself. 

he can’t help but let his mind stray and wander off into  damned territory — chasing the vision that his clouded mind creates for him. would your cunt feel as good as this? wrap around him as tightly? a stream of unfiltered and colourful curses pour from gojo’s mouth in a similar manner to the arousal from his mushroomed tip, dripping a searing hot trail down to his throbbing balls.

lewd squelches slip through the cracks of the confessional booth and filter right through to you. satoru has no idea how pleased you are to have ruined him, how much you’ve longed to hear him mewl and sigh from touching himself against the will of god. “you sound so messy, ‘toru,” you moan out just to mock him a little — listening out for his strained and strangled whines, gargling down the saliva that pools on his tongue. “think you can make an even bigger mess for me, father? one that everyone will see. those above….” you purr, the tail end of your words harmonising with gojo’s hiccups. “and those below.” 

satoru is no better than a sinner come to spill their truths to him. sitting there with his painfully hard dick in his hands, fisting it to oblivion as opaque white stains his hands and his fingers and his knuckles. there’s so much of it, so much lust and precum and he hasn’t even reached his peak yet. everything is so fucking hot, his dick slick between his sticky thighs and all-too-tight robes. 

“almost there, satoru. i need you to let go for me.” 

your goading voice through the thick oak wall pushes satoru’s hips to canter up higher and higher. he wants to please you so bad that it hurts and makes him cry. he whispers your name into the buzzing air like it’s a prayer, chanting it over and over again until it becomes the only word he knows.

“fuck… i can’t—“ gojo sighs airily, his thighs shuddering as the knots in his stomach begin to unravel. “christ… I feel like ‘m gonna burst!” angelic blue eyes roll deep back into the man’s skull, disappearing from the world to hide from the atrocities he’s committed. 

“then let go, let it all out. you’ve done so well.” you say sweetly over the sound of gojo languidly jacking himself off. one, two and three more pumps before he’s releasing thick white ropes of cum over his robe and his chest — seeping into his clothes. 

gojo’s so fucking dizzy, cumming so hard that he sees bright lights and swears that he’s landed at the gates of heaven — though he’s sure his actions today would stop him from getting in. there’s a ringing in his ear as he comes back down but all of his limbs feel heavy, he’s too weak to move. 

“f-father satoru?” you whisper innocently, as if your very voice didn’t lead the man to death. “i think our time is up.” 

“yeah?” he mumbles in response, the words slipping around on his tongue. “i think… you did good today. you’ll have to come back again next week, to make another confession.” 

if only he could see your sick little smile, one might have thought you were the devil. who knows what’ll happen if you’re alone together in a confined space. “if that’s what you need from me, father.” you giggle slyly. “see you next week.” 

“see you next week.” gojo repeats.

and just like that, you’ve dragged the poor priest into the corrupted depths of hell.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[rezitio]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊

gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji zenin, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen, hiromi higuruma.

━━━━ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - club, his favourite stripper. food play [alchol], pole dancing, clothed orgasm, grinding, some weird ah make out

Everyone agrees that Satoru is the life of the party. He’s certainly the life of yours. Whenever you see those icy blue eyes, just know you're getting paid tonight.

Holding eye contact with him while you work your magic on the pole. He has a girl dancing on him, but you both know she won’t satisfy him as well as you do.

He's glaring at you from the VIP section; he's telling you to show him what you can do. Show him what he’s going to be working with tonight.

And you do. Dropping down, then snaking yourself around the pole, climbing it again, and sliding down. You lock yourself on the pole. Suspended in the air, you puff your lips out, putting saliva over your mouth and dragging it around your lips.

Making it messy. Like how he likes it. You keep enticing him with your dance, feeding him and the hungry men below the stage. At the end, you slide down, facing the back of the stage. You undo your bra and throw it into the crowd of hungry dogs.

Not turning, you walk straight off the stage into the curtains that led backstage. You get a blanket to cover yourself and on cue, and the strip club manager tells you an important customer has booked a private session.

You knew this man would fold. You walk into the private room, letting the blanket drop to the floor. His eyes drop from your face to your bare breast, almost a frown on his face.

“Awh… You mad I didn't throw the bra to you?” You teased him. He didn’t like that. He gestured for you to come closer while putting the bottle down.

You played his game; you went on your knees, positioning yourself in between his bulge. Gojo was always playful; he never wanted to do things on a sober note. He brought the bottle from his lips to the top of your head, staring at your lips.

You complied. You opened your mouth, and he poured it down your throat. You swallowed, feeling the burn go down and your mind clearing. You climbed him, sharing the taste of the alcohol with each other. Your tongues connect, sharing the taste and licking it off each other's lips.

He brought the bottle to his lips again. He connected with your lips, sharing the alcohol with you. You did it until the last bit of the liquid had slid down each other's throats; by this time you were both out of breath.

You looked at each other for a minute. His eyes told you he wasn’t sober anymore. Tonight was going to be a long one. After a few seconds, your hips automatically started to move, rubbing yourself on him. He broke eye contact, hissing at the bulge fighting his pants. You felt his boxers getting wet; the wet patch kept getting bigger and bigger till eventually he let out a groan.

You knew that moan. He just orgasmed the way he turned to look at you; he wanted more. You could feel the oragsm fluid penetrate his boxers and seep onto your cheeks. Tonight was going to be a long night.

━━━━ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - confessional booth. priest!Getou, church themes, prior encounters mentioned, toys [vibrator], degrading,

Father forgive you, for you have sinned.

Father, forgive the father, for he has done much worse.

Priest!Geto has his favorites. Among the rich mindless aristocrats that give him money whenever he tells them what they want to hear is this young girl.

Daughter of one of his richest aristocrats, she's supposed to be a good girl like the rest of her family. If only they knew.

“I did it again.” You confessed your head low. You feared raising it would meet the eyes of a disappointed god; really, your head bent under the haunting guilt of your father’s eyes. They would disown you if you knew what you were doing.

It was like music to Getou’s ears. Another confession of yours. A soft hum from him urging you to elaborate. The simple sound brought heat to your core. “But it’s just never enough—not like how you do it. I….I need you to do it again.”

After a long day of lies and eating curses exorcising demons this is all he needed. He needed to hear the innocent girl's voice behind closed doors, or both doors. He didn’t speak; he let her carry on, driving herself to madness, preparing herself for him.

“Can you touch me again? Please, when I do it, it feels good but not like how you do it. Can you guide me again? I need help… God-”

It was his time to shine. “Don’t mention the Lord’s name out of your whorish mouth.” You loved his words, especially when they were harsh. Your hands start to drift downward, pressing against your clothed pussy

“What would your parents say?” He spit, your finger touches your clit, you arch your back at clothed contact. “How naughty and needy you are, being so desperate that you would rub yourself on your priest shoe.”

You do it like he said in your last confession: touch yourself till your finger is wet and panties are soaked. “How eager you were sucking my dick; did it fill you that time? During the sermon, were you wet at my voice? I saw you were rubbing your thighs together. When you excused yourself, did you go play with yourself in the bathroom?”

You responded with a low and shaky “no.” It wasn’t your lie that shocked him. It was how he underestimated how naughty you really were. Already touching yourself to his voice. You’d grown quite naughty.

“Hands off slut.” You immediately stopped your movements. How Getou wanted to pound into that temptation of yours, but he had to wait, not tonight. He’d deal with your soft lips—wash them with his cum, your hardened nipples, your unruly hand, and the truly untameable cunt of yours—another day.

Tonight he was testing your limits. “The box beneath you, take it and its package.”

Your eyes scurry around the dim wooden booth. Finding and revealing the box, you took out the device. You’ve seen it before on your computer screen; you know they use it.

“I want you to turn it on and scream for me. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll come inside your booth.” He commands. He fumbles with his robe as his hands hurry to reach his own temptation.

━━━━ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍 - the bathroom of horse racings. cheating but the guy’s an arse anyways, deepthroat, kinda rough

Everything this man knows about you was against his own will.

It was obtained from Shiu’s random ramblings when he got too drunk and talked about all the drama he knew and from the loud conversations of your fleabag of a husband with his friends during horse races.

You hear what he says about you. I mean, you’re sitting right next to him. But you stay silent and innocent with a smile on your face, waving the flag of that winning horse owned by your husband. He bet you didn’t even know its name.

Toji would admit, your husband is a bigger dirtbag than he is. That's why when you excuse yourself to a man who waves his hand at you and wink at him with a provocative smile, he follows right on like a horse being pulled by its bit.

You two don’t waste time. You have to get back to your husband, and Toji has a bet to rig. Immediately you two walk into that cramped bathroom stall; your hands are already working on pulling down his pants.

You don't even rub the bulge through the cloth. You pull it straight down and deal with the real thing. His hands find their way to your hair roots. He knows how to hold it to get a moan from you. He knows just how to pull it tight enough for your head to move.

Pulling your head up to face him, those few seconds before he ravishes you. Those few seconds of his cold eyes meeting yours almost reminding you this is all your good for. Yet this is all you ever want to do.

There's no attraction or love in any of your eyes; just lusty eyes hungry for each other. He drags your head down, smashing his cock into you. He always does this in the beginning, trying to get a dominant head start; in the end, he's the one grabbing onto your head and pushing it away due to his overstimulation.

How you love making big men beg.

His hips thrust into your mouth rapidly; he's trying to make you gag. Trying to get himself a little ego boost. He wants to be told how big he is? Sure.

He sandwiches your head between the wall and his cock, pushing the whole length into your mouth and holding it in place while you struggle until you finally gag.

Gasping for air as he pulls out the string of saliva and pre-cum, still collecting the two body parts. Your eyes meet; he's amused, but now that you’re serious, you will make him beg you.

Your mouth wraps around his cock. Sucking the life out of it. Your hand working down on it as your lips move up, twisting around his cock. You pull out, keeping eye contact; hes almost undone, forcing a tiny laugh out of you as you smear his dick on your cheek while licking it down.

Reaching his sensitive spot, as soon as your tongue reaches his balls, you both pause. He realises what you are about to do, but before he can grab your hair, your mouth begins its work on the plump skin at his crotch.

He’s immediately responding. Your hand works on his cock while your mouth fondles his sack. Rest assured, you got him groaning and begging for a break. But you didn’t stop till he blew his load out twice.

━━━━ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - living room. oral [F!], a failed quickie, squirt on face, nanami is HUNGRY, morning seggs,

Traditionally, Nanami would say something like the bedroom. But whether he recognizes it or not

This man fucks you on the couch more times you guys have even slept on the bed together.

And it's not only the couch—sometimes against the wall, sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the fucking island counter. Just that space directly near the door and in between the kitchen. In the morning, rushing to work or later coming home exhausted and horny. He has you bent, on his shoulders, wrapped around his hip, or even standing up.

He loves how convenient it is. How easy it is coming home to see you perfectly ready for him, mindlessly watching your show. Or as he's rushing out the door, you come in barely awake, and the goodbye kiss turns slowly into something else.

Just like today.

“Ken, you said you're late…” You moan his name out. The untied tie that was supposed to be hanging off his collar has now found a way to wrap itself around your hands, preventing you from destroying his freshly styled hair; you could do that after he came back.

It was just a quickie, he said. It would be over soon. An hour in and he's still going. His mouth latching onto your lips. Not the ones screaming his name.

The ones creaming it out. He was acting as if you guys didn't fuck the night before. He raised his head for breath, his fingers still torturing the hole. “One more squirt.”

You would say he looked a mess, but let's be honest, this man is always looking good. Although there's liquid dropping off his chin and it's smeared all over his lips like gloss. All though his eyes are squinted dangerously looking at you. A reflection of his desire.

Although his mouth was watering, eager for the reward of your cum, he still looked perfect. He was crumbling undone, yet this pillar was stubborn. He remained sturdy because he knew how close you were.

Your legs started shaking; your hole was clenched and gaping as his tongue reached your clit again; like a pop of confetti, it poured out all over his face. He eagerly cleaned it off your lips, then his lips and chin while looking at you, even licking his fingers too. You thought you were finally done, but his eyes started to cast a different glow.

A predatoral one, a hungry one. Just one more, he said for the hundredth time.

━━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 - his garden. lowkey exhibitionism, true form sukuna, cunnilingins, hes really abusing the ability to spawn mouths…

Sukuna had a sanctuary of some sort. A safe place in his garden where he thinks under a tree older than him.

It's an open space but reserved untouched. Urame only goes there when it's urgent; anything else can wait till he's back. And Sukuna's wives and concubines who so proudly hang around and parade the garden like it's there’s do not even pass by it.

They would take a longer route if it came to that. It wasn't secluded or anything. Trust anyone who wanted to see what was happening under the tree could see.

Anyone who didn't care much for their life could go if they wanted to go. It was a huge bonsai tree. A novelty like the creature that sat under it.

A novelty like the sight many jealous wives had to witness at the corner of their eye—a simple concubine of all things on top of Sukuna under the sacred tree.

It felt like they were witnessing a blasphemous act. A sacred patch of land being tainted and scarred by a simple common concubine. Not even his oldest wife, nor his first wife, nor any living being except Sukuna—I doubt even an ant—has walked on that land. It exudes so much of his aura. It repels any walking organism.

Now such a quiet place is filled with loud lewd sounds of your moans and hungry slurping. Sukuna lays on his back, lost in thought. You? Your fighting for your thoughts as the fog of orgasms threatens to take you.

The ample amount of pleasure driving you mad. And it came in waves. The maw on his stomach tongue lapping at your clit, each flick activates a bundle of nerves. Then he begins to suckle again. Torturing your clit by encapsing it in a vacuum.

Your whole body is twitching in pleasure.

You don’t scream his name or address him directly—no, you wouldn’t even think of distracting him from his thoughts that could result in instant dullness, as in, you would be dead before you could even see his eyes dart towards you.

You try to get off, but his lower hands are holding you down. It was a battle of strength you obviously lost. Bringing yourself chest to chest with him in defeat, maybe you could cry out of extreme pleasure in his man boobs.

It was a trap.

His hands move to your torso now, so you couldn’t sit up right any longer. You didn’t even think of it; your mind is still releasing more and more endorphins. Then you begin to feel something wet, soft yet firm, playing with your nipples. Next thing, you know your tits are being sucked and played with.

You try to get yourself up, but his hand on your torso pushes you down. There was no escape; you led yourself into this, and you would sit through it like a good girl.

━━━━ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 - his office. against the window, backshots, speed play, est relationship, spoiled princess, he's still a workacholic

Hirogami always stays long nights at the office. Always coming home late and leaving home early. He loves you; he loves work; why not combine the two?

At times he’d spread you on his desk; sometimes when he has a meeting at night, he'll have you under his desk. Sometimes he gets down and dirty fucking you on the floor; sometimes he’d wait, putting you on edge by warming himself inside you while he finishes the last bit of paperwork. It's something different every time.

You try and focus on the tiny people below; they were like little ants. Of course they couldn’t see you from up here. Not only was his office on the highest floor, the windows were tinted. But what was there to even see?

Tits smashed onto the glass? How your face looked when trying to control your moans, trying not to be loud? After all, his receptionist was still around, but he didn't care. His thrusts were loud, daring loud sounds from you.

You grab onto the hands digging into your hips. “Hiro~....” You moan out. He doesn’t stop; he knows you don't want him to. He knows you want him to keep going, maybe even faster, but he slows down.

Hitting deep rhythmic thrust. His eyes on yours, "Hm?” pound “I’m gonna need you to speak louder.” pound “Tell me what you need, baby.”

You groan, needing more, needing it faster. “Please- go….” he hits deep, releasing a loud moan, interrupting your begs. “You need what my love?” Before you can respond, he starts going fast. He stays at the perfect speed. “Oh~ yess,” you moan.

Then he goes faster, not allowing you to catch up; now you're begging him to go slower. And he does this back and forth playing with the speed, messing with your mind until you don't know what you’re even begging for.

Until the past, ‘perfect’ speed is now too slow but also too fast for you.

[doestalker]

now playing . . . doe's kinktober masterlist

𝐰. 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⭑ PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE CEMETERY .ᐟ goth kento nanami.

𝐰. 𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⭑ TRICK OR TREAT .ᐟ dilf toji fushigoro.

𝐰. 𝟎𝟎𝟑 ⭑ THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT .ᐟ priest hiromi higuruma. sucubus reader.

𝐰. 𝟎𝟎𝟒 ⭑ SCREAM FOR ME .ᐟ ghostface suguru geto. ghostface satoru gojo.

cumming soon . . . {¬º-°}¬

[k4vehrtz]

⸻ YOU'RE A CRISIS OF MY FAITH

. ✦ . starring — dom!top! t. fushiguro / m! reader

warnings — porn with some plot, sacrilege, a copious amount of religious themes, priest! reader, virgin reader ergo loss of virginity, allusion to homophobia / internalised homophobia, unprotected sex, blowjob (r receiving), deepthroating, fingering, riding, creampie, toji lowkey has a corruption kink, use of the nickname 'angel', toji refers to the reader as father once but that is entirely in a religious sense . ✦ . wc — 2.1k . ✦ . notes — we'll all pretend that didn't just happen!! anyway!! i'm so so normal about toji...and !! i don't know what exactly falls under dark content but seeing as this contains sacrilege you've been warned nevertheless. not proof read bc t**blr stressed me out

“what does —” he stops himself mid-sentence to motion upwards, “the big man upstairs think about homosexuality?”

you swallow hard, your adam’s apple bobbing. you hadn’t expected the question, naturally. especially from the likes of toji fushiguro of all people. but you answer anyway. “well,” you murmur, averting your gaze so that you’d stare out the window as the first signs of winter begin to settle in for its extended stay instead of being forced to meet toji’s pointed gaze. “we all are subject to desires that may or may not reflect god’s light, but these desires aren’t sinful unless you act or encourage others to act on them.”

he nods almost absentmindedly in response before following up with: “…even you, i imagine, as a man of god, could fall victim to such desires?”

and you pause for a beat, your jaw tightening as an image escapes the dark recesses of your mind; the neat box you’ve forced what you deemed unpleasant thoughts into.

the man in your mind didn’t look quite like anyone you knew at first. he was just a man without a name or a face — similarly to the world before god’s divine intervention, he too was without form. but then, by chance, you met toji fushiguro and his teenage son. then the man who’d haunt your thoughts began to change.

he was older, weathered by life experiences and parenting, and taller, maybe 6’2, with messy black hair that fell over his brows. his hair reminded you of the cloudless, starless night sky. then there was that scar on the corner of his right lip. you’d imagined yourself on more than one occasion leaning toward him, pressing your lips against it before he’d open his mouth and let you explore the wet cavern.

though you shake your head as if that would dismiss your thoughts, fingers curling defensively around the window’s ledge. “everyone encounters temptation in their day-to-day, but, like god’s son, we must resist.” you counter eventually. “you’re not one for idle chatter.”

“i’m not,” he agrees, his voice smooth, something akin to the feeling of silk against your skin. it gives you goosebumps and makes the hairs stand up. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, his gaze intent. you can feel him burning holes into the back of your head. “you know, i think i’m long overdue for a confession.”

“as you wish.”

“our heavenly father has declared the following in the book of james, chapter five, verse sixteen: ‘therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. the prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective’. now, in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit, amen.”

silence — and then toji sucks in a breath, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t quite grasp but has you shifting in your seat on the other side of the confessional booth anyway. you’re, on some level, disgusted by your behaviour. it’s unprofessional at best, or perhaps the beginning of your unravelling at worst. you fear it’s the latter.

“bless me, father, for i have sinned,” the words slide off his tongue with ease, “it has been two months since my last confession.” and your eyes flutter closed, or maybe you forced them closed because you feel no better than a pervert by the way you ache at every sound that comes out of his mouth.

either way, you don’t notice the way the door creaks as toji lets himself out of his side of the confessional booth and opens the door to yours until he’s kneeling in front of you, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides. the skin of his fingers is rough, worn out from the different tasks he takes on to keep himself and megumi afloat, you think. he’s become something of a handyman around town.

“to be honest, father,” he says, now directly addressing you. “i came here fer’ your guidance…you see, i’ve been havin’ thoughts lately that i don’t think align with what god wants.” and you find yourself at a loss, your eyes still closed, though your adam’s apple bobs again as you swallow your suppressed thoughts. “my guidance?” you repeat quietly, “confess your…thoughts…then, and seek forgiveness. it’s not a sin unless you act on those thoughts.”

he lets out a pleased hum at that, leaning forward so that his face is practically buried in your clothed crotch. “so,” he counters, “if my understanding is correct, would it be a sin if i told you to spread your legs f’me?”

you don’t trust yourself to speak right now — not when your thoughts are all muddled. so, you simply nod and toji clicks his tongue. “but sin or not, you’re going to anyway because you and i both know how we feel about each other, right? c’mon, use your big boy words and tell me.”

the smart thing—no, the right thing to do here would be to say no. adamantly deny the lingering touches and glances that the two of you had come to share. affection between two men could only go so far. but then again, you’ve gone so much farther in the safety of your bedroom long after the sun has set. how much longer could you shamelessly show your face to the other members of the church and listen to them confess their deepest secrets to you? you’re parading as a righteous man when you’re anything but.

if it turns out to be as bad of a sin as they say, god will strike you down.

turns out it’s not as bad of a sin as they say — or maybe it is and you’ve yet to receive divine punishment.

“god works in mysterious ways,” you say under your breath but toji hears it anyway. how could he not when you’re in such proximity to each other? you hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it doesn’t matter. and toji (ever the charmer) takes it upon himself to respond, “maybe he brought us together for a reason…or maybe i’m one of lucifer’s lackeys sent to seduce you.”

you make the conscious decision to ignore that which seems to entertain toji even more. he’s ridiculous in ways you can’t fathom. like…the way he’s got your legs spread, back pressed firmly against the wood of the confessional, your thighs trembling as he clicks his tongue, “spread yer’ legs a little wider f’me angel, s’not enough f’me to suck that pretty cock.”

he… he knows what he’s doing. whereas you were clumsy and inexperienced. but, to be fair, you had taken a vow of celibacy when you were twelve.

now, though, you’re experiencing true pleasure for the first time — and with a man, no less. you tilt your head back in what little space the confessional affords you as toji gives your balls tentative touches, maybe light squeezes, as he aligns the head of your leaking cock with his mouth. you’re embarrassed, warmth flooding your cheeks, but you can’t look away. not when this is all you’ve ever wanted.

there’s pre-cum on his lips; your pre-cum. it’s there, as clear as day, and he’s entirely unbothered. all of his attention is on your cock. your cock that’s throbbing as he sucks on it. pre-cum and saliva mixing. it’s all so new to you.

as for him…well isn’t this cute? you’re trying your hardest to stifle those needy moans of yours, he can tell. but no matter how much you bite down on your lower lip or how you press your hands against your mouth those pretty sounds you make always find a way of escaping. part of him, somewhere deep down, feels guilty for corrupting you like this. but perhaps he doesn’t feel guilty enough.

he continues to work on your cock, sucking on it whilst simultaneously fondling with your balls. you’re quivering, rutting your hips forward now and then. occasionally you go too far and it scares you at first — you didn’t mean to push your cock all the way to the back of his throat! ever the unbothered, though, he welcomes it until you’re spurting your load down his throat. and he swallows, utterly content.

then he coos at you, bringing a thumb up to your face, and tracing the outline of your jaw. “don’t worry about me, angel, you’re not going to hurt me. what you’re going to do f’me is let me reposition us so i can see your pretty boy hole, m’kay? my boy can do that f’me, right?”

my boy. the idea of being his. after so long…it only feels right. so, you allow him to readjust your position so that you’re straddling his lap and somewhere in the process you both disregard your clothes.

“you’ve been thinking about my cock? that’s why yer’ hole is winking f’me? all ready to take my cock like a big boy?” he asks and you nod your head eagerly. every word that comes out of his mouth is dirty but your reactions are the icing on the cake. you’re not the quiet, unassuming priest he met by chance all those months back. and to think that he’s the reason why.

well, he doesn’t linger on the thought. you’re impatient, squirming on his thighs in search of friction. but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get him going and he may be many things but he would not force himself into you without properly preparing you to take him.

so as much as you whine about it, he ultimately takes his time with you. the nearest lubricant happened to be some sort of oil, but he made sure that it was safe to use before coating his fingers in a generous amount. then he oh so carefully drags his finger across your hole. it makes you shudder, but after a few minutes of this, you find yourself unprepared for the stretch of fitting a singular digit in. it hurts and the moment you so much as whimper toji’s pressing his lips against yours. the same lips that were around your cock only moments ago. his lips are gentle, soothing, even.

and he keeps it like that — his lips against yours as he slowly introduces more fingers into your ass. it takes a while but your pained whimpers soon morph into more desperate, filthy little noises as he drags his fingers in and out of your hole before curling them, tips grazing your prostate.

you want it, you decide. his cock, that is. you want his cock in your ass beyond a reasonable doubt. it’s all you need. bouncing on his fingers feels good but you just know that his cock would feel so much better.

“this is a sin, we’re both sinning,” you announce, your words strong but your delivery coming in between laboured gasps as his fingers continue to graze your prostate. “so i expect you to fuck me like you mean it.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice. with a scoff — one that sounds more amused than annoyed — he pulls his fingers out of you. shaking his head as you whimper at the loss. but it’s soon replaced by something bigger and much thicker. it’s his cock, covered in the same oil, and you almost can’t believe it when he’s aligning it with your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

you have to take a few breaks before you fully sink on him with a low groan. he makes you feel so full and he hasn’t even moved yet. and when you take it upon yourself to ride him you revert to the softheaded boy he makes you out to be.

your movements are clumsy — mediocre, you’re sure of it. but toji doesn’t intervene. he simply leans back, big, warm hands on your hips, while you figure out your rhythm. and after a few failed attempts you find one that works for both of you. it feels good, it feels great even. his hard cock filling you to the brim while you all but mindlessly bounce on his cock, your walls clenching around his throbbing length.

you’re going to cum soon, you’re sure of it. and when you do eventually watch through teary eyes as your cock spurts ropes of cum onto his stomach you’re not surprised whatsoever. toji, however, takes a lot longer to cum. you’ve probably cum at least two more times by the time toji takes control, his grip on your hips tightening as he angles you just the right way to hit your prostate with each thrust of his hips upwards. your toes curl, eyes half-lidded, and you just barely acknowledge the warmth of his semen in your ass.

all you can think of, and just barely manage to stutter out is: “you’ve fucked me,” and he stares up at you with a smug smile, chest heaving as he copes with his orgasm that has been a long time coming, “yeah, i’ve fucked yer’ pretty boy hole.”