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wakaoujisenhime · 2 years

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Amen - Father!Taiju x reader

Synopsis: On Christmas, you help a beaten-up teenager out and end up reuniting with him many years later when he’s grown up to be a full-fledged man and the Father of the church he frequented. Just as you’re happy with his development, you find out what’s really going on behind the holy place’s wooden doors…

tags/warnings: Taiju x reader ✅ smut (18+) ✅ dub-/noncon ✅ tw.sacrilege ✅

A/N: consider this the start of my madness as I slowly fall down the rabbit hole by the name Taiju Shiba…ANYWAY, this is my contribution to @cherryshigaraki’s SLUTTY OLD MEN collab! Thank you for giving me the opportunity of joining this delicious collab & I hope I did the topic justice! Also, make sure to check everyone else’s delicious pieces out! Have fun! ♥️

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Taiju Shiba, a notorious gang leader who was known for his charisma and brute strength throughout the streets of Tokyo. If someone had told you that he’d actually hang up his boots at his high position and become a Father of the very church he fought his last battle at, you wouldn’t have believed it…and yet that’s exactly what happened.

You still remember that one Christmas Eve on which you’d met him as if it was yesterday…

You were just on your way back from celebrating and decided to take a small detour along the calmer part of town. Everything was going well at first, you were looking around the neighborhood, admiring the many different decorations people had put up along their façades and windows, and just as you were about to pass by a wonderful looking church, a horrific sight awaited you.

Dozens of young men were lying on the ground, unconscious and bleeding, scattered along it like pebbles. With wide eyes you looked around, taking in every single gruesome detail and that’s when he’d caught your eye.

A man of massive frame, kneeling at the top of the church’s stairs, shirtless and beat up, head cast down, blood dripping from his face.

You puffed out a silent oh my god before you slowly made your way towards him, to make sure that he was alright because by the looks of it he was the only conscious one. At that moment your worry for the man had far outweighed your rationality so that you didn’t even stop for a moment to consider the fact that he might be the one responsible for all of this.

Hey…can you hear me?….Are you ok?

It had taken the man a few seconds to register that someone was calling out to him and before his self-defense mechanisms could kick in he felt something warm and soft being draped around his shoulders. When he looked up, you appeared to him like an angel in disguise.

Your worried face that was looking down at him so innocent and unsuspecting of what he’d done just a couple of minutes ago. He nodded once to give you at least some sort of answer before he continued staring off into the distance…

You’d helped him get on his feet, both back then and in general. That night you wanted to bring him to the hospital or the police so he could inform them about whatever had gone down, but a simple shake of his head was enough for you to understand that there might have been more to it than you initially suspected, so you’d decided to let it go and help him in other ways. You took him back home with you so that you could apply some first aid to his wounds and despite your many protests against it, he went straight back home afterward.

Years passed and your meeting with him appeared to be a one-time thing, but just recently you’d decided to go down that particular street again and when you arrived at the church, a rather surprising sight awaited you.

A group of many young men in coats were standing just before the few steps of the church looking up at what appeared to be the Father. One of them stepped forward screaming something about a group not being the same anymore. Since you were pretty far away you couldn’t catch what else they said, but as you looked closer at them they were looking up to a man. You gasped out in shock, recognizing none other than Taiju.

You must’ve been looking pretty intensely at him because just mere moments after your realization, his yellow eyes shifted their attention to your form and he froze up. Without thinking too much about it you just raised your hand a little and waved at him, observing how he said something to the gang members that made them scatter like kids after a long school day, itching to get back home.

“Did I scare them off?”

The man who was walking towards you just let out an amused huff and gave you a small head shake, before stopping in his tracks.

“It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed with a small nod as you looked up at him.

Having him this close in front of you made you realize just how much he’d grown. He had always been taller than you, but now his height made you almost look up at the sky to even catch a glimpse of his eyes.

Taiju had cut his hair and had it slicked back with just the right amount of hair gel that made it look natural. His expression was still as stern and intense as ever, but he appeared slightly calmer than back when you’d first met him, though that might’ve been just your imagination.

Though faint, you still noticed some wrinkles adorning his face, successfully underlining his already sharp facial features and making them even more attractive and pleasing to the eye than they already were before that.

Despite the typical black church attire he was wearing, you could still clearly see the outlines of his muscled body underneath it, and when you noticed some places where the fabric was so stretched out because of his mass, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Your reaction was greeted with a raised eyebrow and you couldn’t help but blush as you realized that you’d been staring at him yet again. So with no excuse this time around, you simply shook your head with a smile and murmured a silent it’s nothing before you proceeded with some senseless small talk.

The two of you parted ways not short after yet again.

Truth be told this wasn’t the first time Taiju had seen you since his fight on Christmas Eve. He’d actually memorized the neighborhood you lived in and had tried to thank you many times before for what you did for him, but how could he?

The man eventually gave up and decided to wait for you to come to him. He knew that this approach was a pretty stupid one, but regardless he wanted to see for himself if you’d check up on him or not. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw you show up today. He’d chased his former gang members away with one silent - but nonetheless threatening - leave and had proceeded to face you after so many years.

As expected, you were still as beautiful and ethereal as you were on that Christmas night. The way some of your hair strands were blown against your cheeks made him want to gently tuck them away behind your slightly red ear so he could once more gaze upon the gorgeous face of his savior. The feelings he’d begun harboring for you since that accident seemed all innocent and childlike at first glance; I mean, a young teenager who falls for the woman that helped him after he’d been defeated, grows up thinking and waiting for her to meet him, was an overused and pretty often seen scenario in any romance flick. That, paired with his devotion to the Christian belief, his mind was set on making you out to be his guardian angel that was sent down to him during his life’s darkest hour as both a reward for his resilience and a test of will at the same time.

Mere days after you’d entered his life, he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t continue like this any longer and he had to change both his ways and behavior, so he set out on his journey to work for the institution he’d so earnestly visited all his life. But once he truly came to understand the church’s ways, he found it so immensely hard to keep the inappropriate thoughts about you away from his mind, especially after today.

“Friday evening you say?” you repeat after the man and take a glance back at your calendar before you answer, “It should work, no problem!”

“Excellent, how does 7 PM sound?” a deep and slightly distorted voice asked from the other end of your phone. You nodded and finalized some further details for your meeting before you eventually hung up.

Lately, you’ve been frequently going to the church to catch up with Taiju, but because of his work you never really had the opportunity to properly sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk, so you eventually exchanged contact information and properly decided on a date and time to meet up.

With a smile on your lips, you went up to your calendar and marked down the day of your planned meeting and even though it wasn’t anything special, you could still feel your heart thump hard against your chest at the mere thought of the two of you being alone.

Time went by in a flash and before you’d noticed, the day of your meetup had come. Winter had not yet passed so you couldn’t doll yourself up that much, hence why you resorted to a pretty simple and warm outfit for tonight.

You closed the zipper of your jacket, wrapped your scarf around your neck, and looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you with a smile.

“How long has it been since I felt this nervous..?” you asked yourself silently before taking your bag and leaving your apartment.

The walk towards the church passed by unusually quick, despite your rather slow pace. The tall wooden doors of the institution were before you, waiting to be opened, but just before you could take a hold of the doorknob, one of the doors was pulled open and a young girl stormed out. She was so distraught that she almost ran into you, but you managed to sidestep just in time and dodge her. Your eyes followed her as she ran down the steps, sobbing. Still shocked from what had just transpired you hesitantly entered the church only to find it…empty. Confusion distorted your earlier calm face and caused you to look around nervously, looking for the man you’d agreed to meet tonight.

“Taiju?” you carefully called out, your voice echoing more than intended, and still no answer came.

There was something eerie about such a big church being so silent and desolate this late at night that made you clutch your bag’s straps tightly as you slowly went down the aisle towards the altar at the end. Just as you were about to bypass the last row of benches you heard a silent thud on your left side, but as you looked, there was nothing there out of the ordinary, just the benches and two cubicles that were most likely used for confessionals.

Wait…

As if you had some kind of premonition, you took course towards the confessional booths, halted before one of them and slowly opened the door of the right one. Contrary to your expectations of finding nothing, the first thing you saw was a naked leg that was being hoisted up by someone and a pair of panties dangling from that person’s ankle. That alone was enough to shock you into speechlessness, but as you gradually revealed more of what was hiding behind the door, the leg seemed the least important part for you to worry about.

Before you was a young woman, probably around your age or maybe a few years younger, sitting on the lap of none other than Taiju himself, her legs were being spread apart so much that anyone who would’ve opened the door would get to see her private parts in full view and could witness the way her insides got spread apart by the hard length of the man behind her. He either didn’t notice your presence or he simply couldn’t care less, because he just continued rocking her hips back and forth with his other hand, murmuring small encouragements so she would resume her movements, but how could she?

The two of you were dumbstruck, looking into each other's eyes for a short while until she backed out first and tried to wriggle herself out of the man’s grasp and protect the small amount of dignity she had left, but he was stronger and managed to keep her in place for at least a short while until he noticed just what riled her up this much.

“Looks like tonight’s appointment arrived earlier than expected,” he noted as he peered over the girl’s shoulder, locking eyes with you and cracking a small smile before finishing his initial thought, “would you give me a second, I’ll be right there.”

At that moment you had no idea what pissed you off more, the fact that he’d just brushed you off like that or the fact that he - as a Father no less - was having sex at the church. You watched as he pressed the woman’s legs together, leaning her back on his chest, and began thrusting his hips which made her moan out loud.

“There you go, I told you it would feel so much better if you didn’t hold your voice back” he cooed close to her ear as he gently patted her head a few times.

“P-Please Father…stop” she pleaded with him trying to push him away somehow, but neither her strength was enough nor the position she was in was ideal for that. Taiju, of course, pretended not to hear her and even quickened his pace, a small grin adorning his face.

“You really want me to stop now of all times? I thought you didn’t mind a little audience…just mere minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you in front of that other girl, you even cried about how your husband couldn’t get it up, and now this…?”

Even though your mind was still trying to figure out what the hell was happening, you still don’t know how and why, but you took a step forward, took the young girl by her arm, and pulled her off his lap, causing her to stumble a little and fall straight into your arms. That little maneuver of yours shocked the other two as well, though Taiju’s expression didn’t give away his surprise, on the contrary, he even looked painfully bored by that development. The woman, on the other hand, held onto you for a short while, before going beed-red, pushing herself off of you, and stumbling towards the exit of the church, head cast down in shame.

During that little scene, your eyes didn’t even once leave the man’s form. You watched him get up from the small chair, cover up his lower body, slick back some of his loose hair strands which were stuck on his forehead, and lean on the small cubicle’s door frame as he looked down at you in silence.

What the hell was that? Are you even aware of your position? What do you even think you’re doing? Why would you even do that when you know we agreed to meet right now? Did you want me to catch you?

So many thoughts and questions plagued your mind and were dying to be said out loud, but you held back. Taiju wasn’t the same young teen anymore, he was now a proper man in his thirties so who were you to tell him what to do and what not.

“Are you going to take her place?” he suddenly blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warned you in an unnaturally dark tone that made you freeze up. That sentence alone was enough to make you back away a few steps, though these few steps meant nothing to the tall man, who simply needed to get out of the confessional booth and he’d already be standing in front of you.

“You interrupted us, despite me telling you that I’d finish in a bit and now I’m stuck with a boner that you will take care of.”

His standoffish behavior and how he was able to utter such nonsense nonchalantly was beyond you, but you weren’t going to let that remark sit, so you crossed your arms and looked up at him like some kind of parent that was about to scold their kid.

“It’s your own fault for even doing it inside of the church. If you had at least enough decency to do it somewhere in the back where visitors usually wouldn’t notice, this wouldn’t have become a problem, Father”

Going on a one-on-one against Taiju wasn’t a good idea, it was in fact a horrible one, but you were riled up enough to dare it anyway and that alone made the man furrow his brows in annoyance, but the moment he heard you utter his title and even emphasize upon it with that cheeky tone, he felt the last bit of rationality leave him and snapped.

Before you knew it, Taiju had closed the distance between you and now that he was towering in front of you he took a tight hold of your hips, hoisting you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all as he made his way towards the altar. Everything happened so quickly that you couldn’t properly react before it was too late.

“T-Taiju, what are you doing?! Let me go!” The moment you’d found your voice again, you didn’t waste any time and began struggling as if your life depended on it. You tried tugging on the man’s clothing, punching his back with your fists and even tried pushing him away but nothing seemed to faze him. Before you could even try anything else you felt how his grip weakened and you were finally released.

You felt your back collide with the hard and cold surface of the altar and since the fall wasn’t as gentle as you would’ve expected it to be, it knocked some air out of your lungs. While you attempted to steady your breathing once more, the man positioned himself between your legs, sharp yellow eyes cast down on your form as he used your weakened state to unzip your jacket. He placed both of his hands on each of your sides, leaning himself forward as he took in the sight of you beneath him. Even though you were still fully clothed, having the person of his innermost desires in such a state so close to him couldn’t stop him from fantasizing about what you’d look like naked, and before he’d realized it, his big hand had dove underneath your pullover and was slowly gliding upwards, exposing your skin to the cold church air.

“Stop it! Get your hands away from me!” You thrashed about in an attempt to stop him from completely uncovering your upper body while you made sure to make it as audible as possible that you weren’t going to go along with his whims. Taiju on the other hand didn’t seem to mind your struggling, but you being loud didn’t sit that well with him at all. He grabbed your scarf, brought it up to your mouth, and pressed the fabric against it, muffling any further protest of yours.

“Mind your manners (Y/N)…this is still a church”

While the man’s eyes observed how goosebumps peppered your lower stomach, you weren’t in the mood of giving up and began kicking around you aimlessly, so when your foot came into contact with something, you froze. By the looks of it, you’d just kicked the man right in the stomach and yet he was completely unaffected and just grinned wider.

“Seems like someone’s not into caresses…want me to go down on you that badly?” he whispered out as he let his free hand slide down towards your waist, stopping there and slowly undoing your jeans’ belt, button, and zipper. Even though your body was getting more and more exposed by the minute you refrained from any further physical resistance, figuring that if you were silent enough he’d remove his hand from your mouth eventually, giving you the possibility of trying to talk him out of this. That change in strategy was a welcomed one, because not short after you went silent, was the pressure on your mouth relieved.

“Taiju, please don’t do this…I-I promise I won’t be mad about this, just please stop before it’s too late” you silently pleaded, but judging by the way your jeans were completely removed from your legs and thrown to the side, he wasn’t listening. His cold hands brushed against your lower belly as he gripped the thin fabric of your panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing your slightly wet core.

“Would you look at that…seems like you got quite turned on by that little scene you saw some minutes ago, or…was it the rough treatment that got you leaking like that?” he remarked, amusement dripping from his voice. “...shut up” you hissed out and immediately covered your reddening face. Meanwhile, his thick fingers gently spread your labia apart, his eyes taking in every single detail about his angel’s beautiful pussy. But just looking at it wasn’t enough. He felt how his trousers grew tighter than they already were mere moments ago, the desire to just thrust his cock inside of you and feel how your walls enveloped him, was growing so strong that he didn’t want to waste any more time, so after taking a deep breath he finally proceeded to taste you.

At the feeling of his wet tongue moving up and down across your wet entrance, you yelped out in surprise, back arching ever so slightly away from the altar’s surface. You wanted to keep as quiet as possible because the church picked up every single sound no matter how silent it was and let it echo around the entire building, but his skillful way of lapping up your arousal ruined that plan of yours quicker than expected. With one of his fingers, he began flicking your clit a couple of times, letting your juices stain his mouth as his eyes moved up to your face, and that’s when he noticed that you’d hid it away so he stopped his ministrations and removed himself from your crotch.

You felt relieved when he stopped and exhaled all the oxygen you’d held in as to stop your moans when you suddenly felt how you were being pulled up by your scarf, Taiju’s big hand supporting the back of your head as he undid the muffler, removing it completely, and revealing your reddened lips and flushed cheeks.

“Don’t hide,” he cooed as he slowly laid you back down, “show me everything”

With that said, he hoisted your legs up, pushing them down towards your torso, so now all of your private parts were visible for both you and him. The way he held you in place was uncomfortable, the position you found yourself in straining muscles you never thought you had, and to top it all off he was now able to directly look at any of your expressions.

Your eyes met for a brief second and you were the first one to look away, much to the man’s amusement before he once again dove between your legs to lap up the juices he’d missed earlier. While his tongue and fingers were busy preparing you for what’s to come, you made use of him being distracted and stole a couple of glances at his face and the way he relished in your taste.

“A-Ahh ngh” you moaned out loud as you felt a thick finger enter your insides.

“What are you looking at, hm?”

Before you could even attempt an answer, you felt another digit plunge inside of you and both started caressing your walls in a scissoring motion. The sudden stimulation made you see stars as you looked up at the church’s ceiling, the drawings of angels at the top looked even more majestic and real thanks to your momentary situation. Sadly, no matter how hard you tried to defy any of Taiju’s advances on you, his technique left nothing to be desired, both his fingers and tongue had found your weakest spots within minutes and were attacking them relentlessly with seemingly no intention to stop even if you came. You felt that all too familiar knot in your stomach tighten, hampering your breathing in the process. It’s been so long since you felt like that and you hated how good it felt to be dangling from the edge of bliss once more. Needless to say, you were ready to cum right then and there, but that’s when both Taiju’s tongue and fingers left your body.

You were about to protest but when your eyes met his striking yellow ones, staring down at you in satisfaction, did you realize just what you had subconsciously agreed to.

“Impatient I see, well don’t worry I’m also reaching my limit” he eventually said and began undoing his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and with no holds barred he let his cock spring free from its confines as well. He carefully let your hips down once more and plopped his entire girth down on your lower stomach, his intention being none other than wanting you to see how far up he’d reach once he was inside of you.

“Wait, w-what are you doing?” you finally found your voice and this was the first thing you managed to formulate in your panicked state. The grin that adorned his lips resembled that of a mischievous boy and not a middle-aged Father of a church.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, pulling you up towards him once more so that your faces were but a breath away before slamming his lips against yours, his rough tongue making use of your confusion to enter your mouth and start slithering about. Thanks to his grip on both the back of your head and hips you couldn’t move away and were forced to remain still as he slowly moved his pelvis back, positioning his tip right at your entrance and slowly pushing it in.

At first, the stretch wasn’t as bad as you’d assumed but the further he penetrated you the worse it got.

Your body began to shiver, your pained moans and groans swallowed by his kiss. Much to your surprise he let up not short after and gently placed your forehead on his shoulder, his big hand caressing your head in a comforting motion.

“Deep breaths..it’s almost in” he whispered next to your ear as he removed some of your hair strands from your face, making sure that you were still with him. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. Countless thoughts and feelings were circling your mind, making it nearly impossible for you to tell the difference between up and down, so having him murmur something to you while he literally split you in half wasn’t helping; it had quite the opposite effect. Just as he was about to say something else you bit into his wrist, which barely even made him twitch but instead he just clicked his tongue and lowered you down on the altar once more.

Truth be told, the fact that he couldn’t just ram it in as he did with all the others frustrated him beyond belief, you were special to him so he wanted to treat you accordingly, but with the way your insides were fluttering around his shaft, made it seem like you were trying to pull him in and he had held back enough already so with one thrust forward he sank his entire length balls-deep inside of you. “N-Nho aah!” you moaned out loud as some tears rolled down your cheeks, the pain making you tense up which only amplified the unpleasant feeling between your legs. Thankfully, Taiju didn’t even dare to move and instead made it his next mission to let you adjust to him while he indulged in the rest of your body.

He used one of his hands to massage your clit in order to make you wetter and facilitate his thrusts later on while his other busied itself with your breasts. And finally, after a good while of those repeated ministrations, your walls began to relax around his length so he gave you an experimental thrust, and indeed, you arched your back slightly as he carefully pulled out, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as he slowly moved his hips back forward, and when he bottomed out once more a barely audible mewl gave him the last confirmation he needed to start moving properly.

Damn it…I hate this and how good it feels

You tried your best to keep as silent and stoic as possible but unfortunately, you didn’t look as unfaced as you thought you did. In Taiju’s eyes, he saw your slightly blushing cheeks and the way you nibbled on your lip to stop your voice from escaping and it only made it more obvious how much pleasure you were truly feeling so he took that as yet another sign to speed up his hips’ movement.

“You’re taking me so well angel…look, can you feel how deep I’m actually inside of you?” he breathed out as he planted his palm on your lower body, pressing down on your skin until even he was able to feel himself going back and forth. The way he was holding you down caused his tip to graze your g-spot with every rock of his hips and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“G-God..! N-…there”

“God? Ha…I’m the only god you need” and with that he took a firm hold of your hips, lifting them so he could angle himself better, making sure he reached the deepest parts within you.

The familiar wet slapping sound had never sounded as erotic as it did right now and it only made him hungrier for both you and your reactions. His thoughts were filled with nothing but you and all the things he’d love to do and try out on you.

“…stop g-growing inside”

When your silent voice reached his ears and your - in comparison - smaller hand touched his bigger one, did his brain click, making him realize just what he was doing.

It was no secret that he’d harbored feelings for the person who’d saved him when he was at his lowest, who’d been there when he needed someone by his side, had acted out of her own free will, and wasn’t afraid of him or his appearance. He’d fantasized of the day when he’d finally embrace you in his arms and show you how he’d bettered himself for you so that you not only see him as the rowdy kid from back then but a proper and stand up man who was worthy of your attention and love…and yet he’d let his instinct take over once more.

In frustration he glared down on your splayed-out body, took a hold of your legs to wrap them around his hips, and leaned down, his massive frame nearly crushing you despite him supporting himself on his forearms, which he’d positioned next to your head on each side.

Hang in there was all he said before cupping your ass to make you meet his sloppy but still deep thrusts. He threw his entire rationality away and began aiming straight for your womb, the desire to paint your insides white with his seed and fill them up to the brim making the vein on his forehead pop out in excitement.

Oh my dear Lord, is this yet another test of my will? Was it that unbreakable that you decided to bring me my angel and see if I’d stray from the right path?

While Taiju’s mind was occupied his body was still very much eager to bring you to orgasm. Your insides had eventually gotten used to both his girth and length or better said he was forcefully molding them into his own shape, making you just the perfect cocksleeve for himself. Your mind was in shambles. Did you want to resist his advances or accept them in the hope that he’d realize his mistake on his own?

Or was that ever your intention in the first place?

His thrusts had been so persistent and precise since the first moment they’d begun rearranging your guts and it didn’t take you long to start moaning and whining whenever his tip knocked at the entrance of your womb.

My Lord…have I failed you now? Should I have resisted my urges and impulses or was releasing them the right path to take for my rehabilitation?

You felt his shaft grow inside of you, even more, its veins now more pronounced than before, further intensifying the stimulation that came with every rock of his pelvis. Being so close to his face you also noticed how his breathing became heavier and sometimes he’d even let out a low groan. His thrusts’ rhythm became sloppier and he eventually needed to take a hold of your buttocks to make you meet his momentum; it was as if he’d reduced you to a mere sex toy that helps him get off.

“I’ll be cumming inside of you” Taiju eventually breathed out as he leaned back, straightening himself once more, and let his hand run through his slightly messed up hair, temporally removing any hair strands that blocked his vision and hindered him from seeing the face you’d make once he expelled his load within you.

Reaching an orgasm on his own was half the fun, so he always made sure that his partners either cummed at the same time as he did or shortly after. Seeing usually serious faces contort into ones filled with immense pleasure, as their bodies trembled like leaves in the wind, was what drove him to corrupt so many in the first place, making them unable to live on without his cock was just a byproduct that fueled his ego.

But you would be the cherry on top, the one that would overshadow anyone he has slept with, he was sure of that. You had a different standing in his life right from the get-go and now that he’s had a taste, he won’t let you go that easily.

“T-Taiju…” you whispered out his name as you dug your fingernails in his arms, a signal he understood without you having to explain.

“Gonna cum? Ha, so you felt good didn’t you?”

You hissed out a shut up as you glared at him, but that only made the man let out one of the most heartfelt laughs you’d ever heard.

“Confession is good for the soul you know” he cooed before letting his hand run along your chest, stopping at your breasts to knead them and play with your nipples.

“But I don’t mind you resisting the pleasure…makes breaking you so much more fun.”

And with that, he went for the last spurt. Each of his hands was busy teasing your sensitive spots, while his pelvis slapped against your ass creating that all too familiar slapping sound. Having both your chest and clit played with while his thick cock piston-fucked you, brought you back to the edge, and all it took to make you finally cum was but a few more thrusts.

Your insides tightened up around his engorged shaft, holding onto it in the hope of him to slow down but for naught, his movements became more sloppy but didn’t lose on speed and precision. The way you’d creamed on his length additionally to the way your insides fluttered against it, provided the man with a naughty sight that was enough stimulation to make him reach his high not short after.

In your overly-sensitive state, you felt how his cum sprayed against your womb’s entrance and slowly filled that small space between his tip and your deepest parts. You shuddered at the sensation and tightened your legs’ grip around his hips, while he let out a shaky breath, head cast down, and his eyes closed to savor his own orgasm.

My Lord…you've warned us so many times to be wary of the temptations the forbidden fruit bears, you’ve put me through so many trials so that I iron my willpower and faith, and up until now I’ve never failed to meet your expectations…but now…?

Once his eyes could focus again they directed their attention down to where you were lying, panting, lips red from biting and pressing them together, your clothes just one big mess, and when he saw the marks his hands had left behind on your hips he realized just how fragile you were.

I’ve let my desires get the best of me...I've sinned and I've failed you...forgive me, my Lord

He let his hand glide all the way down from your neck to where the two of you were still connected. Meeting your gaze was impossible now; your eyes looked as dead as that of a fish’s and all light had left your irises, signifying your resignation with the entire situation. Even if he caressed your face with such gentleness and warmth you were cold all over.

It pained him to see his usually brilliant angel like that so he figured that now that he’s corrupted and sullied you it was his task to make you smile again.

Oh my dear Lord, was this inner conflict another trial you decided to put me through? To see if I’d own up to my decisions? If so…then I will see this through to the end…the very end

Taiju carefully pulled his hips back a little, one hand still holding onto your already bruised waist as the other gently tapped his own forehead, moving down to his navel, back up to the right side of his chest, and lastly stopped at his left pecs just a little above his heart before he brought it back to his lips, kissing his fingertips and casting his gaze up to the church’s colorfully painted ceiling.

Amen

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MINE - Satoru Gojo - Slutty Old Men Collab Submission

CW: Gojo is a whore, Voyeurism, fingering, edging, masturbation (f,m), instructed masturbation, cursing, hair pulling, choking (more like gojo just grabs your throat a lot), Gojo doesn't give you any aftercare (sorry).

Word Count: 4,238

A.N.: Special thanks you @cherrykamado for letting me join your collab! I had so much fun writing this! Also apologies it's a few days late! I honestly didn’t edit this or read it over. I was too excited to post.

Taglist: @weebaboobs @scarlettriot @butteringg

18+ below. MINORS DO NOT ENTER.

It had been a long 48 hours. The longest 48 hours of your life if you’re being honest. From the time you left Sendai, the trip to Otakamori, and fighting a special grade upon your arrival to the island scattered city. You all knew you’d have your hands full, but jumping head first into a battle where the minutes had turned to hours due to the cursed energy definitely threw a wrench in everyone's plans of having a smooth mission.

You were thankful for your teammates and your ability to work together. Your years at Jujutsu High, and now into your third year at the University have allowed for plenty of time to grow close to your three friends. Even your teacher, Satoru Gojo, decided to follow your group of once troublesome teenagers to college. You all were so special to him, there was no way he was letting you all go. Or should he say letting you go.

Without Megumi, Yuji, Nobara and Gojo, the success rate of your mission would not be what it was. With the curse exercised and the exhaustion settling in, you could hear the hot springs calling your name. Unfortunately, even given the beauty of Otakamori, the only way to your next destination was by boat.

You find yourself sitting with Nobara at the stern of the boat. Watching the land grow farther and farther away, cursed energy still feels like it’s surrounding you.

“I have a very uneasy feeling that things are far from over,” she says.

“You’re right about that. You think this mission will be extended longer than the last one?” you ask as you drop your head between your arms and lean over the railing. Watching the waves splash up against the boat.

“You know Gojo Sensei is going to want to go sightseeing somewhere along the way.”

You laugh because she’s right. He always wants to stop places he has no business going to. “Wanna take a bet on how lo–”

“Kugisaki, y/n.”

Speak of the devil.

“Gojo Sensei.”

“Satoru.”

He smirks when you call him by his first name, but doesn’t say anything about it.

“We’ll be docking within the next 20 minutes. I just wanted to make sure you both were ready to go. I’ll give you the room assignments once we are on solid ground.”

Nobara stretches her arms above her head and yawns. “I’m gonna go get my stuff. I don’t want anyone else touching it.” And she’s off, waving her hand over her shoulder as she disappears across the deck and down the stairwell.

You step forward, almost to follow her before you’re being stopped by a large hand wrapped around your forearm. He may have his blindfold on, but your eyes are locked on each other. You can feel it.

“Our rooms are right across from each other. Hope you don’t mind.” Gojo says.

This mother fucker thinks he’s sly. He did it on purpose.

“You just can’t get enough of me? Can you, Gojo Sensei?” The way you drew out the last two words definitely had the white haired man shifting in front of you. You’re almost certain he shifted uncomfortably because of the way his cock reacted to the words rolling off your tongue.

“Hm? I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He whispers in your ear before walking away.

Gojo has always had eyes for you. Ever since you joined his little team when you were in high school. Things got more and more progressive the older you got. He’d ask if you wanted extra training, not that you needed it, you were well on your way to being just as strong as he was. You’d notice the way his gaze would linger on your legs a little longer than they should. Only, that damn blindfold always protected him from catching your eyes. But you knew. This time was no different, he was up to something.

It wasn’t long after your interaction with Gojo that the ship had finally docked. The man himself went over the room assignments but you could hardly focus. Your body was overwhelmed with the urge to take a dip in the bath and your thoughts were crowded with Yuji going on about how hungry he was.

Once everyone had received their room key, you opted to check to see where Nobara was headed. It was no surprise the girl wanted to shower and do some online shopping while lying in bed. Seems like you were on your own for the night.

You quickly make your way to your room while Gojo stuck around in the lobby to iron out some details for tomorrow. You were able to unpack and make your way to the bath without any interruptions.

After rinsing off and soaking for a while, your muscles were nice and relaxed and you felt ready to shower and call it a night. You should have known your night was far from over.

Upon stepping out of the shower, the bathroom felt much quieter than you’d expected. It was kind of late, and there weren’t many people around, but still. This was abnormal. As you reach for your towel, which had miraculously fallen to the ground outside of your stall, that’s when you hear it.

A voice you’d recognize anywhere.

“Oops. I must be in the wrong bathroom.” A playful laugh bubbles from his chest and his shoulders shrug to his ears.

You move faster to grab your towel, but to him, it's no use.

“No point in covering up now sweetheart, I’ve already seen all you have to offer.”

That doesn’t change for you. You pick up the towel and tightly wrap it around your body. Water still dripping from your hair, trickling down your legs. You can feel his eyes following each droplet, memorizing the pattern each one leaves across your skin.

“What are you doing in here Gojo?”

He hisses at your tone and the use of his last name.

“Making rounds for the night. And maybe I just wanted to pay an extra special visit to my favorite student.” He pushed himself off of the door he was leaning on and starts walking toward you. “Got a problem with that?”

You open your mouth to respond but you’re cut off with a finger pressed to your lips. His other hand is preoccupied in taking his blindfold off. “I know you don’t have a problem with it. Right?” Time stands still as your eyes meet. You know it's a dangerous game, but neither of you seem to care. His cerulean blue eyes looking deeply into yours.

You start to shake your head, agreeing that you do, in fact, not have a problem with what is happening. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk as he removes his finger from shushing your lips, only to pull you in close by the back of your neck.

Your lips are mere centimeters apart. Doing everything you can to not to look down at his, trying so hard to stay composed and maintain eye contact. But when Satoru drags his thumb across your jaw and stops on the column of your neck when he feels your pulse thumping under his touch, you crack.

Your eyes flutter down to his lips, licking your own at how soft his look. Your eyes meet once more before the space between your bodies no longer exists. The kiss is messy, yet calculated. Soft, and hungry at the same time.

Your focus on holding the towel against your body has become an afterthought when Satoru’s tongue pushes further into your mouth. The damp fabric drops to the flood with a soft thud. The cool air makes your body shiver and Satoru can’t help but smirk against your lips at the feeling of you writhing against him.

He brings a hand to the back of your head, grabbing a fistfull of your hair with a vice grip. Tugging on it enough to where your head is craning back and you’re looking up at Satoru with lidded eyes. Your lips are still swollen from the way he kissed you. He flashes you a cat-like grin at what a little makeout session and lingering touches does to you. Your expression already dazed and he hasn’t even really started with you yet.

“Been waiting a long time for this,” he starts. Still holding your hair in one hand while he begins to undo his pants with the other. “Get on your knees for me sweetheart, and hand me your phone.”

With another tug on your hair, you’re slowly sinking to your knees. His hand lets go of your hair only to push you down further by the crown of your head. Once fully seated on your knees, you reach behind you and grab your phone off the bench next to you. Putting in your passcode and slowly extending it out to Satoru who yanks it from your grasp.

“Come on y/n, these pants aren’t going to come off on their own, and my cock surely isn’t going to suck itself.”

You bring your hands up to grip his jeans, where the fabric of pants have already been parted at the zipper. Tugging them further down his toned thighs. The outline of is cock is so prominent in how it strains against his boxers.

Slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you tug them down and let his cock spring free. Slapping his lower abdomen once they're tugged down off of his hips.

It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Flushed pink at the tip. Long, the perfect girth to completely fill you up.

The glob of pre leaking from his slit begging to be cleaned up. Your eyes meet his again as you stroke him, experimentally rolling your wrist and swiping your thumb across the tip. His hips thrust forward, trying to meet your hand again.

It’s your turn to smirk. The way his lips are parted with a slack jaw, watching you as your tongue pokes out of your mouth. Slowly dragging the flat of it along the underside. All the way up to the tip. You swirl your tongue around his throbbing member while your hand holds him at the base.

You pull away for a second, collecting the saliva in your mouth before dropping a hot string of it on Satoru’s cock. Rubbing your hand through it to coat him completely before taking him into your mouth.

Your pace is slow and Satoru doesn’t like it. He wants to know what it feels like to have your throat tighten around him while he hits the back of it repeatedly and roughly. He wants to hear the sounds you’ll make as you can’t help but gag yourself on him.

So he does just that. His hand on the top of your head moved to the back, pushing you down as far as you could possibly go. He pauses, holding you there for a second to press the record button on your phone. Only when he hears the beep does he let up.

He lets up just enough to where you can bob your head on your own. His hand stays on the back of your head, not allowing you to pull off of him. Not even for a second.

“Fuck. If I had known I could get you on your knees this easy… I would’ve done it much sooner.” His words echo through the empty bathroom.

You whine around his cock and he loves the way it feels around him.

“You let anyone do this to you? Or just your dear sensei, hm?” His tone is so condescending. But you can’t help the moan that escapes you when he says it.

“I bet your sweet little teammates would love a chance like this.” and you can’t help but shift uncomfortably at the idea of Megumi or Yuji being here.

Gojo wasn’t dumb. He knew the way those two looked at you. He knew how their gazes lingered every time you’d walk by them. He knew the things they’d whisper to each other about you. He knew it all, and he knew because he did the exact same. But they don’t have you on your knees. He does.

He thought about staking his claim on you by sending the video of you on your knees with his cock down your throat to Megumi and Yuji, but a better idea came to mind.

With tears starting to roll down your cheeks, Satoru is typing furiously across your phone screen. The chime of a message being sent makes your eyes go wide but you’re given no time to ask questions. Not when Satoru’s hand is now digging into your roots, pushing you so far down on his cock that your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

Within a matter of minutes (if that) the door swings open and two pairs of footsteps run inside. Two very familiar sets of footsteps.

“Y/n!!”

“Where are you?!”

The sound of their voices now competing with the bubbling laughter coming from Satoru’s chest.

Your hands come up to Satoru’s thighs. Fingernails digging into the flesh as you try to push him off. But his grip only gets tighter, holding you in place.

The footsteps come to a halt and Satoru finally lets you up for air. You’re coughing and sputtering as you try to catch your breath.

“Look so pretty like this. What do you think, boys?”

“Y/n… what is..”

You finally look up.

Megumi and Yuji standing only a few feet away. Your raven haired friend looks shocked and concerned almost. But you're usually, happy, pink haired friend, looks hurt and worried.

You reach for the towel to cover yourself but Satoru is quick to grab your arms and hold you in place. “What.. what are you two doing here?” You finally speak up.

“We uh, got your text…” Yuji starts.

“Yeah, your 911 to meet you here. We got here as fast as we could.” Megumi finishes.

“But I never…” you stop to look up at Satoru, who cracks a smile and says “Whoops. Guess that might have been me.”

You lower your head down, not wanting to look at any of them.

“We’re gonna go then…” Yuji says, but the man to blame for all of this is quick to shut that idea down.

“No, stay. I haven’t even fucked her yet. Can’t have you leave before we get to the good part.”

Satoru pulls you to your feet and wraps a hand around your throat, holding you steady as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue invades your mouth and he moans at the taste of himself on your lips.

His other hand snakes between your legs. Slipping his long fingers through your wet folds. Circling around your clit, making your legs buckle underneath you.

“So fuckin’ wet for me. You like having an audience?” He says against your lips.

You let out a whimper and try to throw your head back but he keeps you in place. Not letting you go anywhere.

“Take a seat you two.” Satoru says to Megumi and Yuji without breaking eye contact with you. The two of them can’t seem to actually walk away from the sight in front of them, so they obey the order of their sensei and take their seat on the bench a few feet away from you.

With two of your best friends seated with a good view, Satoru continues his work with you. Nimble fingers still rubbing up and down your wet pussy. He drops his hand from your neck to grope and tug at your breasts. Loving the way the flesh pools between his fingers.

His lips latch on to the column of your neck, making sure to leave his mark on you. You can feel heat rising across your face as the marks get darker and darker under his mouth.

He can’t help but smirk into your skin at the whines and pleas that leave your lips.

“Feels s’good ‘Toru. More. Please… I want more.”

You reach down to the hand that’s between your legs. Trying to pull him exactly where you want him and he lets out a low chuckle this time.

“You want more? Such a slut.” He says before taking your nipple into his mouth. Sucking and biting on your perky bud, earning more sweet sounds from you.

You can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes. There’s too much pleasure coursing through your veins. You almost forget you have an audience until you hear a soft “fuck” fall from someone’s lips, knowing it wasn’t Satoru.

Opening your eyes, they meet Yuji’s, who’s trying so hard not to palm the painfully hard bulge in his pants. Satoru can feel your body still against him so he pauses. Releasing his hold on you with a soft pop! He takes a second to admire the work he’s done. Smirk growing at each mark he left littering down your neck and across your chest.

The rest of his clothes are pulled off in an instance before he’s grabbing you by the hips, guiding you to stand and face your two teammates. He takes a seat on the bench himself before pulling you down into his lap.

“Spread your legs y/n, show them what a perfect pussy you have.”

You look over your shoulder, eyes meeting Satoru’s again. How could you possibly tell him no. You nod your head and lean back further into his chest. Propping your feet up on his knees, giving the two in front of you a perfect view.

“That’s it. Touch yourself for me.” He says into your ear.

Satoru’s right hand is supporting you by holding onto your right breast, continuing to tug at your nipple and roll it between his fingers. His left hand comes up to your face, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him over your shoulder before he brings his lips back to yours.

As your tongues push against each other you bring your hand down between your legs. Rolling your middle and ring finger over your clit, applying the pressure you know feels good. Bringing your fingers lower to dip inside your drenched hole. Another whine leaves your lips but is eagerly swallowed by the man behind you.

You try your best to work your fingers deeper inside of you, straining your wrist to get yourself to your high quicker, but you know you won’t be able to reach that spot. Not when you know Satoru’s fingers would reach much deeper than your own.

You do your best, working your fingers in and out of your pussy. But it’s no use. You stop your fingers and pull your lips away from Satoru’s.

“I need your fingers Satoru.” You bat your eyelashes up at him.

“What do you think? You two think she deserves it?” He asks the other two boys in the room.

Megumi crosses his arms over his chest, trying to stay composed but can’t help the blush spreading across his cheeks and rising up to his ears.

Yuji swallows thickly, nodding his head animatedly. His palms are pressed to his crotch as he tries to provide himself with some subtle relief.

“Fine, but one condition. Neither of you get to touch yourselves if I touch her. Got it?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before inserting two fingers. Already reaching deeper than you ever could on your own.

His pace is fast as the pad of his thumb circles around your clit just as quickly. You throw your head back against his shoulder and everything feels much hotter. Your entire body rocking in his lap. He can feel you clenching around his fingers.

Satoru lifts you up just slightly so he can reposition his cock. Having it rest underneath your ass. He’s pressing his fingers against that sweet spot that no one has ever dared to reach before. Your mouth falls open, a sharp gasp leaves your lips, mouth hung open in a silent scream as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“‘Toru, I- I’m close. Don’t stop. Fuck. Please don’t stop.”

As if he’d ever do anything you say.

He slows his fingers, causing you to rock your hips against his hand harder.

“Get up. On your hands and knees, on the bench.” He instructs you. And on wobbly legs, you move. You position yourself so you’re staring both Megumi and Yuji in the eye as Satoru positions himself behind you.

Yuji can’t take his eyes off of you. Looking at your fucked out expression, the way your tits push against each other as they hang between your arms. Megumi too, he can’t help but look at you and wonder what it would feel like to be the one behind you.

Satoru takes his cock in hand, running the bulbing tip through your folds. Catching it on your clit a few times, making you jolt forward as he continues to overstimulate your body. He's kneading at the flesh of your ass, tugging and spreading you open for him. Loving the sight of your thighs glistening from the mess he has made of you so far.

He lines himself up and pushes in. Your walls welcoming him and hugging him so tightly. Sucking him in deeper. Your head drops down in between your arms with your weight supported on your wrists. Letting out a long moan as he bottoms out.

Satoru’s thrusts are rough. His hips meeting your ass in a repeated motion. His heavy balls slapping against your clit.

“So fuckin’ good - shit. ‘Ts so tight. Gonna mold you to my cock y/n.”

He punctuates his words with even harsher thrusts than before. He moves one hand to press down on the small of your back as the other grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Wrapping the strands around his fist as he pulls tighter and harder. He pulls you up just enough so his mouth meets your ear. Whispering into it lowly so only you hear what he says.

“Fuck, Yuji. Feels so good… ‘Gumi, harder please.” you cry out.

Satoru grins to himself at the expressions plastered across Megumi and Yuji's faces. The two can’t take it anymore. If they don’t get some relief soon, they’re going to cum untouched. Watching you get fucked by their sensei. By your sensei. Hearing their names cry out from your sweet lips. They can't take it anymore.

Megumi grips his pants at his knees, the flesh of his knuckles turning white and droplets of sweat start to form on his brown. He’s chewing his lip so hard, you think he might break skin. His nostrils flare as he tries not to think about all the things he’d like to do to you.

“Megumi, please. I need more, nghn!”

He’s lost it. His hand snakes into his pants. Stroking himself with a tight grip. Amazed at how much he’s already leaking just by watching you and hearing you cry out for him.

“Yuji! Fuck! Right there. Please baby.”

Satoru is thrusting even harder. Slower, but hard, and deep. Keening at the way your walls suck him in even deeper than before.

Yuji doesn’t wait, pulling his cock out to stroke himself. Locking eyes with you. Imagining you on top of him as he’d thrust into you while you sit on his lap.

“Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had. Holy shit. Gonna fill you up y/n, claim you as mine.”

“I wan’ it. Please ‘Toru.”

He lets go of your hair, only to push your face down into the bench with your ass high in the air.

“Cum for me first, gotta feel you cum on my cock.”

With a few more deep thrusts and a finger pressed to your clit, that coil inside of you snaps. It’s almost painful because of how pent up your release is.

Your release is dripping down both your and Satoru’s legs. He’s only got a few more thrusts in him before he’s spilling inside you. Painting your walls white as hot streaks of cum fill you up.

Just as Gojo cums inside of you, Yuji and Megumi each find their own release. Wanting and wishing that they were the ones filling you up, or painting your backside with their cum instead of having their releases coat their hand and abdomen.

He stills his hips, keeping himself inside of you while your walls continue to flutter around him. He bends down over you, caging you in between strong arms as he moves your hair off of your back. Pushing it to one side as it falls in front of your shoulder. You turn your head to meet him as he kisses you one last time before pulling out.

“Hope you two enjoyed the show. This is as close as you’re ever going to get. Y/n will always be mine. Remember that, boys.” Satoru says as he picks his clothes up off of the ground.

Satoru Gojo would fuck you in front of anyone and everyone just to prove a point that he, and only he, will ever have you.

Without another word, Satoru speaks one last time before heading out of the bathroom. “Clean her up good for me, will ya? And don’t touch her. I’ll know.”

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