#tw:blasphemy

[semisgroupie]

SINS OF THE FLESH

priest!nanami kento x fem. reader x priest!toji fushiguro

wc: 3.0k

warnings: sacrilegious, virginity loss, threesome (mmf), oral sex (m! and f!receiving), corruption kink, manipulation, blasphemy, lots of religious undertones, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji and nanami are so filthy here (it’s so sexy), reader is very naive and innocent (perfect prey), reciting of prayers during sexual acts, praise, slight manhandling

synopsis: it’s not a sin if you lose your virginity to two hot priests in a church right?

a/n: this is for my what’s done in the dark collab! and a lil belated birthday gift to myself!!

“Through him, with him, in him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.”

A unified Amen filled the entire room then people stood to line up, waiting to receive the small wafer and a sip of the wine dubbed the blood of Christ. You helped the elderly man seated next to you stand then walked behind him to join the line. You looked around at the familiar faces and sighed happily to yourself before making eye contact with the two men wearing cassocks, Father Kento and Father Toji.

You have always been involved with the church, your earliest memories were filled with the church. So, it was only natural for you to start attending your local church when you moved. That was when you first met Father Kento, he greeted you with open arms and a warm smile. It was easy for you to adjust to the new environment and then about a few months later a new priest in training joined the church, Father Toji. It was interesting to see how the two men interacted with each other when they were seemingly polar opposites. But what you weren’t aware of was what the two men had in common.

An insatiable urge to corrupt an innocent parishioner and both men had their eyes on you.

You were the perfect church girl and they knew how to get you right in their bed and between them. They knew you were the type to save yourself until marriage but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t drift you away from your original, innocent plans. Especially if they convinced you that, that’s what God wanted for you.

Being priests they had the gift of gab. That only meant it wouldn’t take much to convince someone as trusting as you to do what they needed you to do.

Each man stood at either end of the table, Nanami held the chalice with the wine inside and Toji started giving out the wafers. Each person went one after another and received their own blessing and finally it was your turn. You stood in front of Father Nanami and he brought the chalice to your lips and you took a small sip before pulling back. “Thank you Father Kento.” He smiled and leaned in, “you know you haven’t been to confession in almost a month, after mass you’ll go with me and Father Toji, okay?”

You nodded at his words and offered him another smile before moving to Father Toji. You watched how he placed the sacramental bread in others hands so they can place it into their mouths but when it was your turn, he ignored your cupped hands and tapped the wafer against your lips. “Open up, you know the deal.” He let out a low chuckle as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out slightly. Fuck you looked perfect like that, so innocent, so malleable, he could just take you in front of all the other parishioners but he had to be patient. He placed the small wafer on your tongue and pulled his hand back, “thank you Father Toji.” He nodded and watched as you got up and walked back to your seat.

The mass continued and everything happened so quickly. Both men couldn’t keep their thoughts straight, for you have infiltrated them so easily.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Toji lifted his hand to the crowd and moved it in the shape of a cross as Nanami started the ending of mass. Another unified Amen filled the room and Nanami finished with the concluding words, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God.” Everyone started getting up and thanked the two men for a wonderful mass while you stood behind. There was no real reason why you hadn’t gone to confession, there was nothing you had to confess. You hadn’t sinned, well maybe some things here and there but nothing that would warrant a confession. You moved your hands down to play with the hem of your dress as you consumed yourself in your thoughts.

Both men approached you and stood at either side of you while you continued to toy with your dress. Toji leaned down to your ear and placed a hand on your shoulder, “come now sweetheart. We’ll be doing things a little different today, you’ll be confession to both Father Kento and myself.” You jumped a little at the deep rumble of his voice and nodded at his words, too naive and trusting for your own good.

He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. He continued to hold onto it while Nanami followed behind you both, itching to get his hands on you. The walk was filled with light small talk as the men led you to a more private area, their quarters.

You looked around the room and turned to look at them, slightly dumbfounded. “Why are we here? Don’t we normally do our confessions in the confessional booth?” God, you looked so cute. A slight pout on your lips as you looked up at the two men while your hands went back to the hem of your dress. Toji spoke first and placed a hand on your shoulder, “yes but it’s currently being fixed, so we just decided to take you here if that’s okay with you?”

You looked up at the raven haired male and nodded, your gaze drifting momentarily to his scar before meeting his eyes. “Good, now sit.” Nanami pulled out two chairs and put them back to back, he led you to sit down on one while Toji sat on the other. “What about you, Father Kento? Don’t you need a seat?”

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Father Toji is the one you’re confessing to, I’m just here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He sat down on the desk in front of you and nodded his head, “go on and start.”

You sucked in a small breath and started, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago. These are my sins, I have succumbed to a sin of the flesh.” Heat rose to your cheeks and burned through your whole body as the sin you committed left your lips in a soft tone to reach the ears of the two deviants you were in a room with before reaching God’s ears. Both men perked up and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, please elaborate further on that. God cannot forgive you for your sin if you don’t explain it in its entirety.” You played with the hem of your dress more as Toji’s raspy voice reverberated throughout the room.

“I have touched myself in a sinful way, Father.” You kept your eyes down at your hands, if the world swallowed you whole in this moment you would be thankful. Toji turned his head to look at Nanami and nodded. Nanami stood up and took a few steps over to you and knelt down. He placed one of his hands on your knee while the other went on top of your fidgeting hands. “Darling, you can’t just stop in the middle of a confession. Do you mind if I help you?” You tore your gaze away from your dress and met his warm eyes, you nodded slowly and he smiled. He moved his hand from your hands and moved it to the other knee. You watched closely as he started pushing them apart and you instinctively tried to keep your legs closed. The issue is, he was much stronger than you so he easily overpowered you and kept your legs spread.

“Don’t you want God to forgive you for your sins? If you don’t let me do this then God can’t forgive you and you can’t truly repent.” Your eyes widened at his words and you shook your head, “no, Father Kento I want to be forgiven, I want to repent for my sins!” He had to bite back a smirk and Toji moved so he could watch over your shoulder, you felt his hot breath at your ear and you turned your head quickly to face him.

“Just trust us. We’re just doing what God wants us to do okay?” He cooed softly at you and you nodded, both men knew it would be easy to get you to submit to their will but this was just easier than they expected. Toji hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up as he leaned in close, “have you ever kissed a man before?” Your cheeks burned as you peered into his eyes and you shook your head, “no, Father Toji.”

“Good girl.” With that he closed the remaining gap between you both and kissed you softly, you whimpered against his lips and gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in tightly. His lips against yours felt like nothing you’ve imagined before and as he deepened the kiss you felt the same burning in your belly whenever you touched yourself.

Now that you were distracted, Nanami lifted up your dress so it scrunched up at your hips and let out a low groan at the sight of your panties, white to represent your innocence that was soon to be tainted by the two men you were with. He moved one hand up your thigh and started rubbing gentle circles on your clit over your panties. You instantly arched your back and gasped against Toji’s lips, “so reactive, little angel.” Nanami mumbled before pressing his thumb against the growing wet spot on your panties and then hooked two fingers under them and pulled them to the side.

Your pussy looked perfect, your swollen clit and your pretty virgin hole clenched around nothing. He adjusted his position and leaned in close, taking in a deep breath. Fuck, you even smelled sweet. He pressed gentle kisses along your lower lips and kissed your clit. You gripped the arms of the chair tighter and whined against Toji’s lips once Nanami took your pussy into his mouth. Toji broke the kiss and looked down at Nanami, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. Your kiss swollen lips were parted ever so slightly and your eyes drifted between the two men.

Toji disrobed and your eyes widened as you saw his muscles once he took his cassock and shirt off. They flexed and tensed with the most subtle movements and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Then your eyes traveled down his body and saw his bulge, he seemed like he was about to burst through his pants. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you think about me and Father Kento? Because I have a little confession for you,” he leaned in close to your ear while you moaned and whined due to Nanami’s tongue exploring your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days. “Father Kento and I have had filthy thoughts about you, thoughts that would make even the devil blush.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, there’s no way they could be true, right?

These men are supposed to be the definition of holiness, they’re not supposed to succumb to sin. They’re held at a higher tier due to their devotion to faith, you look up to priests and the clergy as an example of how you’re supposed to live your life. But to know that they’re just as depraved as you are excites you.

You moved one hand down from the arm of the chair to Nanami’s hair and messed up the perfectly styled golden locks as he suckled on your clit. Your mouth fell agape as he continued his actions and Toji took advantage of the position you were in. He gripped your chin and turned your head so you could face him but this time he was completely undressed, revealing his throbbing cock. Your mind started racing but the big question that circled around in your haze filled mind was how would he be able to fit it inside your mouth? There was no way you could open your mouth that wide but you couldn’t dwell on the question for long. He moved one of his large hands behind your head and pushed you closer until the tip laid along your tongue. “You just need to suction your mouth like you’re sucking on one of those cherry lollipops you love to have right after mass and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

So you did exactly as he said, you wrapped your lips around the bulbous head and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly to let you adjust to his size but the way you were whimpering and moaning around his cock made it extremely difficult to go slow. Nanami moved one hand from your knee and brought it to your entrance, now coated in his saliva and your juices and slipped one finger inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, he pumped his finger slowly then started picking up the pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Just as he picked up the pace of his finger, Toji picked up the pace of his hips. Guttural and borderline animalistic groans left his scarred lips as he forced you to take his cock entirely down your throat. You gagged each time his balls touched your chin and tears freely spilled down your face but it just turned you on even more.

Nanami’s cock throbbed as he looked up at you, you were taking a cock that was entirely too big for you almost with ease and he just had to have you. He slipped a second finger inside you and started pumping them quickly, the squelching of your pussy almost felt too loud and your legs started shaking at the rough pace. Before you knew it, the coil inside your belly snapped and your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Toji pulled out of your mouth so you could catch your breath and Nanami pulled away from you. “Let’s bring her to the bed and put her on all fours.” Nanami spoke as he undressed and Toji scooped you up from the chair with ease and brought you to the cot in the room, he put you on your hands and knees and sat down in front of you, his cock still standing proud while the tip leaked even more precum.

Once Nanami was fully undressed he joined you two on the cot and moved behind you. He pressed his cock against your slit and dragged it through your folds to collect the mix of his spit and your juices on it. “Just take a deep breath, this will hurt but it’ll feel good very soon.” With that he lined up with your entrance and started slowly pushing in, “oh Christ, if this is what heaven feels like then I never want to leave.” He groaned and continued pushing in slowly, tears pricked at your eyes and you stretched your arms out to hold onto Toji’s thighs. “You poor thing,” Toji cooed and moved one hand to caress your cheek and wiped at your eyes, “you’re doing so good, just doing what the Lord needs of you.”

His hips slowly started to move faster and snapped against yours. Toji guided his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting up, both men using you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and leaned down, “remember you still need to repent for your sins. So I need you to repeat after me, this is Corinthians 7:10.” He snapped his hips into yours while Toji buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Father, when I sin, help me to not dwell in a worldly sort of sorrow that would lead to my death” he smirked as you tried to repeat the prayer while Toji’s cock was still in your mouth. “Grant me godly sorrow and the ability to recognize it.” He gave you another moment to try to repeat his words before continuing, “May it result in repentance that leads to deliverance and leaves no regret. Amen.” You repeated the final words of the prayer and let out a muffled Amen around Toji’s cock and the raven haired male groaned.

Both men started to move in sync, each time Nanami bottomed out so did Toji. Everything they did was mind numbing and all you could do was moan and hold onto Toji’s thighs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm much longer, it was already quickly approaching. The way Nanami’s cock explored your walls was like his cock was made to be inside you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and threw his head back as you clenched around his cock tighter. He angled his hips and hit that spongy spot inside, instantly making you cum. You let out a muffled cry around Toji’s cock as your orgasm took over you. Both men groaned and Nanami’s orgasm washed over him first, he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he coated your virgin walls with cum then Toji held your head down as he came deep down your throat.

You dug your nails into his thighs and he pulled you off once he was done. You panted and looked up at him as your tongue stuck out slightly, some remnants of his cum coated the pink muscle. You swallowed and Nanami slowly pulled out of you, allowing you to slump against the cot completely. “Thank you Father Toji, thank you Father Kento.” Your voice was raspy from the face fucking you received and both men pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You did very well but there is still more you need to do to be fully forgiven. What do you say about having confessions like these every week after mass and after Bible study?” Toji spoke and gently caressed your cheek while Nanami covered your body with a blanket. You looked up at both men with half lidded eyes and nodded, “if that’s what God wants from me then I’ll do it.”

Nanami and Toji sported the same smirk and nodded. “You’re the perfect child of God, now get some rest.” Nanami whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

taglist: @jctaro @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

How irritated is ghiaccio when he finds out the usa has over 11 places called Venice & they’re probably pronouncing it wrong? ( we also have like 13 romes & i think 34-ish places called Florence ) would he be irritated or would he be like “ oh those damn Americans :/// lol I’m curious

Also I hope you’re having a lovely day/evening 💘

Oh my!I also heard You have Verona in New Jersey...

Well, I don't think we should-

Ghiaccio: "mi me domando..." (I was wondering)

Bring it up...

Ghiaccio:" ...com'è che fa la gente a ciamar le città del Uaiomin 'Venis', brusegata quea troia de tua madre che t'ha fatto dio cane e chel super-fiol de na PUTTANA che ta dà la licenza de fa ste boiate, dio cancaro. che ti morissi ti e dio. "

( ...how people coming from the fucking Uayomeen could gather up and collectively decide to call one of their cities 'Venis'...You MOTHERFUCKING dick-sucking F*****s, I hope you fucking die in a fucking car crash you r******d c***s.)

WO WO-Easy boy-Ua?Uayomeen? Oh-You mean Wyoming....

TE SI DEL UAOMING, PORCO DIO!! IO NON VADO A PORTOGRUARO E COMINCIO A CIAMARLA LOS ANGELES DIOCAN!! DIO VIGLIACCO E LADRO!!

(YOU'RE FROM THE FUCKING UAYOMEEN, PORCO DIO!! I WOULD NEVER CALL 'PORTOGRUARO' FUCKING 'LOS ANGELES, DIO CAN!! YOU STUPID AUTISTIC F**S.)

Ghiaccio piantala di bestemmiare, stai facendo una figuraccia. Poi basta che mi tocca censurare ogni cosa su sto blog e sono stanca. Vuoi che mi chiudano baracca e burattini??

(Stop cursing like a sailor Ghiaccio, you're making a fool of yourself. Besides, I'm tired to censor every single slur. God, you really want me to get shadowbanned, don't you?)

SE TROVO L'AMERICANO FIOL DE NA TROIA CHE HA CIAMATO NA CITTÀ 'VENEZIA'...ABBIA LA SPACCIATAGGINE DE USCIRE FORA ALLO SCOPERTO, DIO POLACCO, GHE GLIE STACCO 'E GAMBE E ME LE MAGNO DIO CAN E POI CAGO DAVANTI A PORTA DE CASA SUA FIOL DE 'NA PUTTANA DIO BESTIA!

DIO CAN COS GHE TE FAGO, FIOL DE NA PUTTAN DIO CAN CHE TE SI RIUSIU AD ALTERARME!!! BRUTTO QUELL'ABOMIVOLE PORCO DE DIO.

Ma vara ti, diocan.

...I-I'm not translating that.

Of course He's not happy about it

-La Principessa della Squadra

[no-soy-altivo-blog]

@The Church

Altivo hadn’t realised there had been a name for the belief system all the men had held, the system he had been brought up in. He hadn’t realised there was an alternative, and things without alternatives didn’t need names. But here he was, the land of alternatives, it seemed, and that belief had been Catholicism. He knew the tenets, he had known that by running away he had committed a sin, disrespecting his parents. Cortes had been his punishment, his own personal Lucifer, send to show him the error of his ways. Altivo considered the  Nuestra Señora de Atocha his own personal Purgatory, El Dorado his Heaven. He had thought he’d endured his punishment. He had thought that would be it. 

“Why? I took everything Cortes did to me. I didn’t question you once. Not even when you gave me El Dorado, and people who at least almost cared for me and took that away. But now? After all of that, I still try to reconcile with you. And then you give me him.” Altivo said, feeling tears run one by one down his cheeks. “He’s perfection, he’s my saviour, and your scripture, your followers tell me I can’t have him.” Altivo hissed, picking up the bible before him and throwing it against he wall. “I’ve had enough. I believe you exist, but I don’t want any part of it. If I have my way I will never have to meet you and account for loving him. I will never have to apologise for that and I will stay with him, no matter what crimes against you I must commit to do it.” He spat, standing up and turning only to come face to face with someone who looked as though they’d heard everything.

[rionsanura]

YESSSSSSSSS HE FINALLY POSTED IT YAYYYYYY

[sheeparts-blog]

"The Creation of Support Conversations".

God is telling Thany to watch out for arrows. It's a recurring theme in her supports.

[queerbriel]

The Good Book

Another fic inspired by Stephen Colbert and his horrible jokes.

Sabriel, of course.

Warning: This could be /really/ offensive to some people's religious beliefs, so read at your own risk.

Sam sighed, rolling over so he was laying on his right side, hoping a change in position would help him get to sleep. He looked over at the red glow of the clock on the bedside table- 4:00 AM. He sat up and flicked on the lamp, pushing his long hair out of his eyes. Dean was still out drinking, had been for the last five hours. But Sam could live with that, he was used to it after cohabitating with his brother for so long. He was more bothered by the fact that Gabriel hadn't been around for over a week. Sam realized that Important Angel Business took precedence over visiting a single human, even if Gabe was sleeping with said human (You're not the only human he's sleeping with, y’know- why would he settle for one who’s so broken when he can have so many more Sam's mind supplied), but he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that Gabriel hadn’t so much as sent him a stupid text in the past ten days.

  He considered going to grab his laptop to pass the time, but without a hunt to research at the moment, he had little reason to do so. He sighed, looking back over at the clock. 4:05 AM

  The drawer in the little side table was open slightly and Sam could see the dark blue cover of a Bible inside- without fail, the holy book was in every motel room the Winchesters had ever stayed in (It was a constant that Sam used to check for every time they got to a new town when he needed something that never changed). He sighed, pulling the drawer open the rest of the way and plucking the book out. In times past, when he was younger and had faith, he would always read the Bible before bed, drinking in the stories of old and even praying afterwards. He found sanctuary in the book of Job, then- a man who was tested to extremes, but who still remained faithful and resolute. Sam always wished he could be that strong in faith (or simply that strong) - he found out later that he was certainly not (it's rather difficult to remain faithful to an absent God whose angelic children are all dicks).

  Sam flipped the book open, searching for Job out of habit, wanting something familiar and safe when his life was anything but at the moment. He sighed when he located the correct page number and raised an eyebrow at the title he found there. He mouthed the words to himself as he looked them over- "Rim Job". Sam frowned a little. The word Rim wasn't written in with ink like the usual lewd comments and doodles in motel room Bibles- it was typed, as if it belonged there.

  "What the hell..." Sam muttered to himself, beginning to read the chapter.

  The story was still that of Job and the many tests his faith was put through, but rather than the ones Sam remembered, the tests were all sexual in nature. He couldn't help smiling at how ridiculous it all was. He flat out laughed when Job had to 'lay with a goat to show his true faith in his Father'.

  Sam flipped through a few more chapters, finding '2 Kings, 1 Cup', ‘Titust Virgin’, and 'Matthew/Mark/Luke/John', skimming the verses with a smile and a faint blush.

  "I love seeing you smile, kiddo."

  Sam looked up, far too used to angels suddenly appearing to even be surprised.

  "Did you do this?" Sam asked, going for an accusing tone, but ending up sounding amused.

  Gabe raised his hands in surrender. "Guilty."

  "Isn't this blasphemy?"

  Gabriel shrugged. "Sure- but when have I ever been a nice pious angel?" he said, waggling his eyebrows at Sam before settling on a more pleasant quirk of his lips. "Besides, I love seeing you smile, Sammy."

  The archangel settled himself on the bed next to Sam, taking the book from his hands and putting it back in the drawer with a mirthful smile.

  "I've missed you, kiddo- a whole week is an awful long time to go without that huge cock of yours," Gabriel whispered in Sam's ear.

  Sam rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "You're an ass, you know that right?"

  Gabe nodded, kissing him. "Luckily, I don't let it keep me up at night. I really have missed you though- all of you, not just your impressive manhood."

  Sam snorted, but the soft smile Gabriel was giving him made him pause. "I've missed you too, Gabe."

  The tender moment didn't last- Gabriel was far too eager to get to the good stuff- but even after Gabe left to attend to more business in Heaven, Sam couldn't help the smile that lingered on his face as he finally got to sleep. 

In case it's not clear, the books I made jokes about (besides Job, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John) are Titus and 2 Kings.

[semisgroupie]

I SEE A REFLECTION OF MY SINS IN YOU

priest!getou suguru x fem. reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, blasphemy, use of a Bible verse during sex, unprotected sex, creampie, piercings (pierced getou makes the brain go brr), light choking, oral sex (m!receiving), spit, mention of having sex in a church

synopsis: who said priests can’t have a little fun? just make sure they repent on sunday

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe priests were one of the biggest hypocrites of them all.

They’re the people that everyone sees as the closest beings to god, the people that could save you from the fiery depths of hell, the people that could save your soul from eternal damnation and the people that are trusted among all. But maybe, just maybe, that’s not the truth. Maybe we should rip them down from that pedestal they’re atop of, maybe we should expose them for their sins and make them worry about the consequences of their actions.

Or maybe, we should let them continue to sin. At the end of the day, they are still going to church on Sunday, they are still repenting for their sins. Continue to let them be sinners especially when you benefit from it the most.

You have never been the sweet church girl your parents tried to raise you to be. Being innocent and complacent never appealed to you but when you were under your parents roof, you followed whatever rule book they laid out for you. There were moments where you disobeyed but only with minor things, sneaking out once they were asleep, coming back home past curfew reeking of alcohol and weed, making out with your boyfriend at the time in the church’s parking lot during Bible study.

Then once you moved out to college you were free to do whatever you wanted, and you did whatever your heart desired. Even to this day you still do as your heart desires. Which has led you to your current relationship, fuck buddy situationship, with the priest at your local church.

Suguru had joined the church almost a year ago due to the former priest falling ill. He immediately caught your attention and you immediately caught his. During his sermons, his eyes would scan the crowd until he could see you. Whenever you would visit him after mass for extra guidance, he was never able to hide the way his hungry eyes roamed your body, drinking in all of your curves like they were the last thing he would see.

After a month of being at the church, he couldn’t take it anymore. His fist was no longer satisfactory, he needed to feel your flesh against his, he needed his cock to delve into the warmth of your mouth and cunt, he needed you to be his salvation. So one Sunday morning, as he was picking up and organizing the Bible’s for morning mass he saw you standing at the entrance. A warm smile hiding devious intent graced his face as it did yours. You begged him for a quick confession, you needed to absolve yourself of the sins that plagued your mind and soul. He obliged, of course, what kind of priest would he be if he didn’t? He listened to your confession with open ears and by the time you were done, his cock ached and throbbed underneath his cassock. He couldn’t let you go away without doing something so he did something completely unorthodox and confessed to you, confessed how you’ve plagued his mind every night while he pumped his cock, how he so desperately wanted to bend you over one of the pews and fuck you senseless until you cried out his name like a prayer.

You took his words as some twisted sign from God. Then after mass you stood behind to fulfill both of your desires. He pulled you into the confessional booth and made you ride him while you recited some of the Bible verses he brought up during mass. The whole experience made you both crave more so you established a plan and schedule for regular hookups.

Today was the day that you two were supposed to meet up. You sat on the queen sized bed of the motel you two frequently went to and awaited his arrival. That’s how it would always go since today he had to conduct Bible study. Some time passed and you finally saw the door knob turn, he opened it and looked at you with a soft smile. “You look as beautiful as always, dear.” Your eyes scanned his body, he was wearing black slacks with a black button up and right at his neck was his clerical collar, you rolled your eyes at the sight of it as he closed the door and moved closer to you.

“If you keep wearing that to our little meetings then word will spread, Father. Imagine how bad it’ll be, the young priest that everyone has grown to love is the biggest sinner of them all.” You both knew nothing would happen. The motel was a few miles away from town and was just used as a rest stop for anyone on a road trip or truckers that needed somewhere to sleep for the night. Even the woman at the front desk didn’t care, as long as money would enter her pocket, she could care less about what happened behind the closed doors of her motel rooms. He chuckled at your words as he moved closer to you and took your chin between his thumb and index finger, “then I’ll just tell them you’re a temptress. You and I both know they’ll believe anything I say, my word is as good as God’s.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes again so instead you drop your head a little to take his thumb into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it before releasing it with a soft pop.

He groaned and felt his cock throb in his pants and leaned down to press his lips against yours in a lust-filled kiss. You lifted your hands to grab at his shirt as his tongue slipped into your mouth, the cool metal that decorated his tongue grazed against yours and made you moan against his lips. When you first found out about his many piercings, you were surprised to say the least. He was able to cover the ear piercings with his hair and somehow hid his tongue piercing from everyone and the piercings that surprised you the most were the four barbells that were tucked away in his pants.

His hands moved underneath your top and pulled it off of you rather roughly. You decided not to wear a bra and he immediately dove down to take your sensitive nipples into his mouth, he groaned as the taste of your skin hit his tongue and looked up at you as you began to thread your fingers through his dark locks. He released the bud from his mouth and dragged his tongue to the other before latching onto it to give it the same treatment. His cock throbbed and ached for release and soon he would grant himself the serenity, he just wanted to hear more beautiful sounds fall from your lips. You moaned his name and after a few moments he released your nipple and stood up.

“You have such a beautiful mouth, makes the most beautiful sounds. Now I want you to put it to work, okay?” He undressed himself, first his shirt, then his pants and briefs until you could finally see his rock hard cock.

It sprung out of its confines and slapped against his toned stomach and the silver piercings caught your eye. You licked your lips at the sight before sticking your tongue out to run it along the underside of his cock, feeling the metal that decorated it. Once you reached the head of his cock you wrapped your lips around it, suckling on it for a few moments before opening your mouth to take more of his cock in your mouth. He groaned and rolled his head back, “God granted me the gift of your sinful mouth and body. Oh how lucky am I.” He placed one hand on top of your head to guide your movements, moving you along his cock and trying to restrain himself from forcing you to take him entirely down your throat. Patience was a virtue he held dear, until he met you. He let you continue to take your time for a few more moments before shoving his cock down your throat, using both of his hands to keep you in place.

“That’s much better, a mouth like yours needs to be purged forcefully. Taking my time won’t do you any justice.” You felt his piercings along your tongue as he started thrusting into your mouth. The tip of his cock nestled in the back of your throat and his balls slapped against your chin with each thrust. You felt the burning ache between your thighs and you had to satiate yourself before you grow mad. So, you snaked one hand down and started to rub your clit, your moans vibrated along his cock and it made him twitch in your mouth. He bit his lip as he pulled out of your mouth completely, only a few strings of saliva connect you to the tip of his cock. He shuddered as the cold air hit his cock, since it was no longer basked in the warmth of your mouth and it craved more, he craved more.

“So, what are your plans now? Want to watch me pant and pleasure myself like a heathen? Or do you finally want to fuck me?” You bit your lip as your hand continued to rub quick circles along the swollen bundle of nerves, a low moan left your lips and his cock twitched again. He leaned down and hooked his hand under your arm, tugging you up from your position and pushing you on the bed so you’re bent over it. His hands moved along your plush thighs and moved up to push your flimsy skirt up, giving him a better view of your soaked panties. “You drive me crazy when you wear these little skirts to mass, always distracting me whenever you cross your legs. I remember the first time you surprised me by not wearing panties underneath, I almost choked on my spit when I saw this needy cunt, glistening under the lord’s light.” He hooked his lithe fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them to the side since they were no longer needed.

Your need grew with each passing second and you could feel yourself clench around nothing. You let out a low wanton whine, you were waiting for this all week and now that he was finally behind you, you couldn’t wait any longer. “Suguru, please — fuck!” Your whines were quickly replaced with a loud moan, he pushed himself into you so suddenly, your legs shook and your hands flew to the sheets, gripping them tightly in your fists. “No need to whine or complain, I was giving you what you wanted. I need this just as bad as you do, my sweet temptress.” He gripped your hips tight enough to bruise the skin and started to thrust, each drag of his cock along your walls was beyond blissful. His piercings rubbing along your walls made your toes curl. He first started off with slow thrusts despite his abrupt entrance inside you then began to thrust faster and harder.

Low grunts and groans left his lips while whines, mewls and cries left yours. It felt like angels were singing in his ears each time you cried out his name. He moved one hand up from your hips and brought it to your neck. He wrapped his hand around it and brought you up, making his cock hit even deeper. His mouth was pressed right against the shell of your ear, his breath fanning your skin before he started to speak. “You know, this reminds me of one of the verses we went over today in Bible study. Mind if I recite it to you?” You nodded dumbly at his words and he knew you couldn’t comprehend whatever he told you. “It's from the epistle of James, ‘But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.’ We have been tempted by each other and now engage in a constant ritual of sin, if God were to strike us dead right now, I’d die the most blissful death known to man. I think it's pretty ironic, I am a man who has devoted himself to God and I have planned to live a life free of sin, yet here I am, committing some of the worst sins known to man. I should be leading you away from temptation yet here I am, pushing you headfirst into the fiery depths.”

He snaps his hips into yours harder, almost animalistically and drags his tongue along the side of your neck. You bring one of your hands up and wrap it around his wrist, holding onto him as best as you can as he continues to fuck you senseless. Choked out gasps and moans leave you and you grip his wrist tighter and you edge closer and closer to an orgasm. “Gonna cum!” You gasped out and he moved his hand from the front of your throat to the back of your neck to push you down against the bed. Your cheek pressed against the soft fabric as he drills into you mercilessly. “Oh god! Oh fuck!” You babble out and tremble underneath him more, making him chuckle. “You should never use the Lord’s name in vain, especially during a time like this. But, I’ll just make sure you repent later during your confession. I think 10 hail mary’s while I’m edging you will do just fine, I’ll make sure you don’t cum until you say your last one. But for now, cum. Make a mess all over my cock and I’ll give you my own blessing and coat your insides in cum.”

He snaked his other hand down to rub your clit, finally sending you over the edge into your own paradise. A cry of his name paired with thank you’s left your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and threatened to spill and with a few more heavy thrusts from him, they finally ran. He continued to snap his hips into yours, greedily chasing his own release until he finally came inside of you. His cock twitched as heavy spurts of cum flooded your cunt. If you weren’t on birth control then you were sure that you would’ve been bearing his child. He released his grip on the back of your neck and leaned down to pepper kisses along your spine and shoulder blades as he came down from his high.

Heavy breaths left the both of you and he slowly pulled out to drop on the bed beside you. He opened his arms to let you cuddle close to him and he wrapped his arms around you. You both basked in the comfortable silence before he finally spoke, “I know it’ll sound cheesy but I am thankful that God put us in each other’s paths. You’ve made priesthood much more enjoyable.” You smile at his words and press a few kisses along his chest before lifting yourself up to press your lips against his. “It is cheesy but I am thankful as well. It’s not everyday where you get the chance to fuck the hot priest.” You laughed as he shook his head and pinched your side. You swatted his hand away and rested your chin on his chest, taking a strand of his hair between your fingers to twirl it. He watched you with a smile on his face while his fingers danced along your skin.

You were both convinced that in some twisted way, you were meant to be together like this, you were both meant to indulge in sin and then use prayers to cleanse your souls. It was in your nature to sin and why go against nature and God’s wishes?

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[semisgroupie]

if i fall from the heavens, my new shelter shall be your tender embrace

fallen angel!getou suguru x angel!fem. reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, fingering (f!receiving), corruption, public sex, sex in a church, slight dubcon, betrayal, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), slight overstimulation, a little blood (quick mention), tears

synopsis: he’s lost you once and he won’t let it happen again

a/n: the art in the banner is the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel

After Satan’s rebellion against God, many things had changed. There was an uneasiness in the air and it seemed as though every angel in Heaven walked on thin ice that could crack at any second.

You were careful, every movement and action was methodical and rehearsed in your head a million times. Your lover was the opposite. Suguru wasn’t careful, he spoke his mind and was open about losing his faith in the almighty. A loss of faith turned into anger and then turned into confrontation which led to the worst moment you could possibly think of. Suguru was cast down to hell and it felt like your heart shattered into pieces.

Days passed and the ache in your chest never settled. As time passed you yearned for your lover, you missed the crinkle near his eyes whenever a smile was thrown your way, you missed the way he said your name softly, and you missed how he set your skin ablaze with just a simple touch.

More time passed and you were convinced you’d never hear from him or stumble upon him. You thought that it must not have been in God’s blueprint for you two to cross paths ever again. Why would God want you to see Suguru again anyway? He was tainted with a loss of faith and an impure heart while you oozed purity and holiness. But it never stopped your search.

Every single day you went to an abandoned church. The abandoned church was somewhere Suguru took you so you two could pretend to be normal humans with minds full of curiosity. You went again today and sat down on one of the dusty pews to recite the same prayer. You prayed that you’d have the chance to see Suguru just one more time, even if it was just for a millisecond. You were also convinced your prayer fell on deaf ears.

“Amen.” You let out a small sigh and slowly stood up then quickly turned when you heard a floorboard creak. Your eyes widened at the man that stood at the cobweb covered entrance. “Suguru?” The light that reflected off of him made him look like an angel but as he stepped closer to you, a gasp left your throat.

His wings that were once white were black, as if his old wings had been washed and tarnished with soot. Your body moved before you could wrap your mind around his new appearance. Once the distance was closed between you two he pulled you in close and hugged you tightly. “I thought I’d never see you again.” He mumbled his words into your hair as he peppered kisses along your head and all you could do was nod while tears began to stream down your face.

Your prayers had finally been answered and you were finally able to see and be with your love again. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled back to look at you. “Oh my sweet doll, please don’t cry. Tears should never stain a face as beautiful as yours.” He brought his thumbs up to wipe at your eyes and you lifted your hands to hold onto his wrists.

“I can’t believe you’re here Suguru. I’ve been searching for you every single day. I’ve prayed to see you once more and now you’re finally here.” You sniffled and a warm smile graced his features. “Darling, nothing can keep me away from you. I’ll always find my way back to you for our souls are intertwined. We will never part. I will crawl through the pits of hell until I see you again.”

He pulled you close again and walked with you to sit down. You brought your hand up to trace his features, memorizing each with your fingertips. “I’ve missed you more than anything Suguru. Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to voice your doubts and frustrations? Why?” You met his eyes and felt a shiver run down your spine, the warmth you seeked in them was replaced by something odd, something you couldn’t put into words. “I couldn’t stay silent. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was frustrated, I couldn’t face that hypocrite every waking moment. I’m sorry but I had to do it. But enough of that, I’m here now and that’s all that matters.”

He hugged you to his chest and just held you. You were angry with Suguru for abandoning you but everything fell to the back burner as he held you. You shut your eyes and relished in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You had to enjoy him for as long as you could because you didn’t know when he would be ripped from you again.

He moved his hand along your arm and gently squeezed your shoulder when he reached it. “Hey, I have an idea.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes. “What is it?” He brought his hand that was formerly on your shoulder to your face and cupped it gently, “why don’t we consummate our love? We were never able to do it before and I don’t know when I’d be able to see you again. I want to feel you completely before I have to go back.” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “that’s sinful Suguru, we can’t. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us.” He smiled and shook his head before pressing his lips to yours to quiet you down.

You melted into him immediately, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours and when he pulled away, you instinctively followed his lips. “Just this once and then we’ll never have to do this again. Plus I don’t think anything will happen to you, you’ve been on God’s good side for the longest. I bet you’re one of his favorite angels.” You giggled and shook your head, “no way, you know who his favorite was and what happened to him. I can’t imagine what would happen to me.”

He kissed you again and held you closer to him, “then don’t imagine it, only focus on me. I’ll be your salvation.” He mumbled against your lips and kissed you rougher and more passionately than before. Little mewls and whimpers left your lips and he drank each sound that escaped you. One of his hands began to wander and he began to grope your breasts over the thin dress that covered your body. You gasped and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gliding the wet muscle along your own. Everything he did sent fire through your veins, your body was heating up and only he could quell your burning desire.

He pulled away and began to trail his kisses along your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. More whimpers and moans escaped you and filled the empty church. His hand that was on your breasts slid lower until it was between your thighs and he brought his hand to your most sensitive part. He helped lay you back against the pew but the second discomfort spread across your face he helped you back up. “Come with me to the front of the church, it’ll be better than these creaky pews.” He stood and took your hand in his as he led you to the front. There was a table that used to be used for communions and masses that was covered with a white table cloth. He helped you on top of it and gently pushed you back on it.

“Just rest my love, I’m going to make you feel very good.” He leaned down to capture your lips again and brought his hand back to where it was. His slightly calloused fingers dragged against your lower lips before he added a little bit of pressure to spread you open. You gasped and moaned softly against his lips as his fingers began to circle your clit, putting the slightest pressure to make your toes curl. The feeling that coursed through your veins was so foreign to you but you couldn’t help but crave it more. He slid his fingers lower and pressed them against your drooling hole, gathering all the slick that seeped onto his fingers then pushed one of them inside you.

Your mouth fell open as he started pushing his finger in. It felt like an extreme stretch but it was only a single digit. He moved it slowly, feeling your walls clench and coil around him as he experimented with you. His eyes were focused on you, watching each expression that graced your face. He pressed his thumb to your clit and a moan of his name left your lips. “Suguru!” His name echoed throughout the church and it fueled his motions. He leaned down and dragged his mouth along the sensitive skin of your neck. The feelings were all too much and all you could do was cry his name and writhe underneath your lover. “You’re crying my name like I’m your god, it’s so delicious. Cry it more.” He groaned against your skin as he curled his finger up to hit your g spot. The second his finger touched the sensitive spot, tears welled in your eyes and your mouth opened in a silent cry.

He continued to rub your clit and pump his finger, easing you through your orgasm. He kissed up your neck and kissed you deeply. It was a kiss that you could barely reciprocate properly but he still continued it. Just as you had eased around his finger, he slowly pulled it out and brought the slick digit to his mouth to suck it clean. He groaned as your juices coated his tongue then pulled his finger out with a soft pop. “So sweet. If the forbidden fruit tastes just as sweet then I can see why Eve couldn’t resist the temptation.” He leaned down to kiss you again while he released his cock from its constraints and pressed the leaking tip to your slick entrance.

“Now the all-seeing eyes of God can watch as I bathe you in the pleasure of sin.” At this point you had half the mind to question him or properly take in his words. You were still drunk from the orgasm that had just taken over your body and the pleasure that you had just experienced had quickly been replaced by another feeling as he began to push his cock into you. The sting that burned through your veins felt like what you had imagined the fires of hell must have felt like. You wanted the feeling to stop, it was all too much for you but it was as if Suguru could read your mind. He leaned down and caressed your cheek, “it’s okay my love, you trust me don’t you? Know that I will never bestow anything upon you that you can’t handle. I know you can handle this, just hold onto me and I promise this pain will quickly be replaced by pleasure.”

You nodded at his words and held onto his arms as he continued to push into you. Fresh tears spilled from the corner of your eyes and your nails dug into his flesh, breaking the skin. Once he was completely inside you, he brought one hand between your bodies and started to rub your clit. “Suguru, please make me feel good. I don’t want to feel any pain.” Your words were barely above a whisper but they reached him perfectly, he wrapped his free hand around you and pressed your chest to his. The pain soon started to dull and he began to thrust into you. Groans and moans filled the church like the harmonies of a choir. Skin slapped against skin in a sinful entanglement and pleasure coursed through your body. You held onto him tightly as he thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot with each heavy thrust. “You feel so good, Suguru. I want to experience this with you more and more, I don’t think I’ll be able to go without it for long.” Your words came out in a mix of moans and whines and all he could do was groan in response.

“I love you, Suguru. I love you so much. I never want to part from you again.” You continued to babble and Suguru looked into your eyes. “I love you even more. We will never part again. You will be by my side until hell freezes over and even beyond that.” He kissed you deeply and held you closer to him as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body tensed against his as another orgasm threatened to approach and he was just as close. His hand between your bodies moved faster against your clit, another surge of pleasure washed over you as you were sent over the edge. Your pussy tightened around his cock and that was enough to trigger his own orgasm. Thick ropes of cum filled you and coated your walls.

You both panted into each other's mouths, heavy breaths replaced all the earlier sounds. Suguru caught his composure first and his eyes lit up as he took in your appearance. “This suits you so much better, my love.” Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his words and you turned your head to follow where his gaze had fallen. Your eyes widened at the sight, your wings had been washed with the same soot that coated his wings. “What?”

It was all you could say as Suguru pulled out of you, a mix of your orgasms and blood coated his cock and he tucked it away. “Now you can see for yourself. You can see the hypocrite he is. You have been nothing but devoted to him and this is what he does to you, this is how he repays you. In the blink of an eye you lose your spot in the heavens and gain entry into hell. This anger that you might feel towards me will soon be replaced by hatred for God, I can guarantee that. I’ve opened your eyes, now you are enlightened, not blinded by whatever bullshit he’s spewed. Now we can be together, now we’ll never be apart. I’m sorry that it had to happen this way but I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to show you. Now come on, I have to welcome you to your new home.”

He carried you off the table and held you close to him while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The thin ice that you had been treading on had finally cracked and now you had to face the consequences but at least you had your lover at your side to keep you from drowning. Maybe he was your salvation in some twisted way but that was something you had to decide. But while God had turned his back on you, you did have to thank him for one thing, you were finally reunited with your love.

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[semisgroupie]

LURED AND ENTICED BY DESIRE — OCT. 9th

priest!atsuya kusakabe x fem. reader

wc: 4.2k words

warnings: sacrilegious, blasphemy, sex in a church, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, finger sucking, using Bible verses in lewd ways, kusakabe has a surprise piercing, smoking

synopsis: at the end of the day a priest is still a man, a man with wants, needs, and desires and right now, his wants, needs and desires revolve around you. will you let him indulge?

a/n: i’m so sorry this is a little late, work got crazy and my writing schedule suffered because of it! what’s a venus kinktober without sacrilegious content?

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He leans against one of the walls of the back of the church as he brings the lit cigarette to his mouth. He takes a deep inhale and looks up at the sky before releasing the smoke. He glances at the cigarette, it’s about halfway done and he wants to spend some more time smoking it but more important matters call for him. He drops the cigarette to the ground and crushes it under his foot before lifting himself off the wall.

He adjusts the clerical collar around his neck and smooths his hands over his thighs before he walks to the back entrance of the church. As he walks inside he hears someone clear their throat, he raises an eyebrow to see one of the parishioners narrow her eyes at him.

“You’re young Father Kusakabe, smoking will make you die faster.” He chuckles as she scolds him, she’s a sweet old woman who always looks out for him. He nods and flashes a smile at her, “I’m trying to quit Mrs. Nagashi. I’m still a man with really bad vices, these cigarettes are mine. I’ll quit one day, I promise I will.” The woman just nods and goes past him to enter the area where mass is held. He takes a deep breath and turns to head to his office. He opens the door and closes it behind him before walking to his desk. He sets the pack of cigarettes with his lighter down and grabs his bible to see which sections he marked for today’s mass. He chuckles as he reads the first marked verse, James 1:14-15: But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. “How ironic,” he mutters to himself as he reads through the rest of the verses he marked.

He is then interrupted when there is a gentle rapping on his door, he sets down the bible and leans against his desk. “Come in, the door is open.” He waits for a moment and watches how the doorknob turns before the door opens, revealing you. “Hello Father Kusakabe, I’m sorry for intruding right before mass is about to begin but I wanted to ask if I could go to confession today with you. There’s something weighing on me heavily and I have to get it off my chest before it gets the better of me.” You chew on your bottom lip and look at him as you take a few more steps into his office, letting his office door close behind you.

His eyebrows knit together and he takes a few steps closer to you then places his hand on your shoulder, “what’s bothering you, my child? It must be weighing on you terribly for you to come into my office like this. You look like you’ve barely slept, I’m here for you.” He gently squeezes your shoulder and meets your eyes. “I’ve been dealing with temptation, it’s been so strong and it makes me feel so horribly for thinking the things that I’ve been thinking. It’s so wrong but I just can’t help myself. It makes me so nervous, Father.” His eyes widen at your words and he moves his hand up and down your arm as an attempt to soothe you. Just as he opens his mouth to respond, his door opens and one of the fellow church workers peeks their head inside, “sorry to bother but mass is ready to begin.” They leave with that and Kusakabe sighs, “stay behind after mass, we’ll come back in here and talk about what’s bothering you. You won’t need the formalities of a confession, whatever you have to say will be heard by me and God.” He offers you a smile and you nod, “thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you.” You mirror his smile then pull away to leave.

He watches as you leave the room and once the door closes he lets out another sigh. “What I wouldn’t do for another cigarette now.” He mumbles to himself as he grabs his bible. He thinks for a moment and glances at the first verse he noted for today’s mass, temptation. God, he had been fighting temptation since you first started going to mass. Something about you was just so irresistible, the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you were nervous or deep in thought, the way your eyes looked whenever his gaze met yours during mass or one of the charity events, he wanted nothing more than to drag you away somewhere and make you cry for him in pleasure. Of course, he couldn’t. He had his vows that he committed to and you’re the walking billboard of innocence. But he wanted you more than anything, to feel your lips on his, to feel your skin pressed against his in a sinful dance.

He was ripped from his thoughts again when the loud music of the pipe organ bleeds through the church. He takes a moment to gather himself before leaving his office and going straight to the podium. He sets his bible down and looks through the crowd to search for you. Once he meets your eyes, he smiles and places his hand on the podium, “the Lord be with you.” He begins his mass and goes over the highlighted verses. As mass continues, he watches you closely, watching how you shift uncomfortably and chew on your bottom lip. He wants nothing more than to relieve you of whatever is on your mind and he wants to rush through the mass but it would be an injustice to you and every other parishioner.

He moves from behind the podium and goes down to where the communion wine and the bowl of communion wafers. He takes the bowl and lifts it up, “take this, all of you, and eat it. This is My Body which will be given up for you.” He then sets it down and lifts up the chalice of communion wine, “Take this, all of you, and drink from it. This is the cup of My Blood, the Blood of the new and everlasting covenant. It will be shed for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven. Do this in memory of me.” He sets the chalice down and smiles at everyone, “Through Him, with Him, in Him in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.” He holds out a wafer to each parishioner that comes forward then holds the chalice so everyone could take a sip from it then you come forward. He takes a wafer and holds it out but instead of you taking it from his hand, you lean forward and open your mouth. His breath hitches at the sight of your pink tongue and he slowly places the wafer down on it then he moves to grab the chalice and holds it up to your mouth so you can take a sip. He doesn’t even know how he’ll be able to continue through the rest of mass with a clean mind, just seeing your mouth so open for him, awaiting for what he had to offer just made all the blood rush south.

He continues through the mass and finally reaches the end, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.” He watches everyone leave then makes his way over to you, “come on, let’s go back to my office.” He holds his hand out to help you stand and steps aside to let you lead him back to his office. He can’t help but let his eyes travel your figure, watching how your dress hugs your ass. He bites his lip then snaps his eyes back to where they should be when you start to speak, “thank you for mass today, everything you said was very enlightening.” You smile then step aside when you reach the door to his office, he steps around you and opens the door, holding it open for you to walk inside.

You walk in and sit down on the small plush sofa on the side of his room. Your fingers go to play with the hem of your dress and you only lift your head to look at him when he closes the door and locks it. You watch as he walks over to grab a chair and sits down on it in front of you, making it creak whenever he shifts his weight on it. “Now, tell me what’s troubling you.” He clutches his rosary in his hand and moves his fingers along each of the beads while you prepare yourself to speak.

“I’ve been plagued with horrible thoughts, Father. Thoughts that shouldn’t be in my mind to begin with and it makes me feel disgusted towards myself.” He knits his eyebrows together as you speak and leans in a little to place one of his hands on top of yours, “please tell me everything. I can’t help you if you give a vague confession. You won’t be able to truly repent.” You nod and look down at his hand, you can’t believe that you’re finally going to speak about your sins to his face. “I’ve thought about you, Father Kusakabe. I’ve been thinking about you in a lustful way, imagining you doing things with me and to me when I’m alone, it makes me ache and I have to touch myself. I’m so sorry.” Your voice breaks when you apologize to him and you can’t even bother to make eye contact with him, too ashamed with what you confessed to him. You can’t see the way his eyes widen at your words and how he clutches his rosary tighter in his other hand to control himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. It’s a good thing that you’re getting this off your chest, it’ll allow you to feel better about yourself. It’s natural to be tempted, considering how close we have gotten since I’ve started preaching here, all the time we’ve spent together for any event the church has held and I’m not that much older than you. It’s okay.” You nod at his words and chew on your bottom lip before lifting your head to look at him. “Father, can I ask you a question?” All he does is smile and nod before you continue, “have you wondered what life would be like if you weren’t a priest? I mean, you weren’t always a priest. There was a time where you lived a normal life, without any of the restraints of a priesthood.” He’s taken aback by your question, why would you want to know that? There had to be more to this.

“Of course I have, I’ve wondered what it would be like if I didn’t turn my life around. I’ve thought about what it would be like to do what I want without feeling judgment, to only worry about regular things like what I wanted to make for dinner or what time I’d have to wake up to make it to work on time, I’ve wondered about how it would feel to devote myself to someone other than God.” He speaks openly and you start to feel bad for what you’re going to ask him next. “Do you miss sex? I’m sure you must still get aroused and there’s only so much masturbation you can do before you get tired of it.” Your shyness and worries fade away as you look at him and he just chuckles at your question and comment, only if you knew how he truly felt.

“The right answer I should tell you is, no. That now that I have devoted my body and soul to God, I should not worry or want to involve myself in sin and allow myself to crave sin of the flesh. But, the honest answer is yes, more than anything. I can’t tell you how much I crave it and since this is our impromptu confession, I should confess that you’re the figure of my desires. I want nothing more than to just go over to you and bury myself into you until I fill you with my cum. I want to see the way you arch your back and how your voice sounds when you’re on the brink of pleasure. I want…” he stops himself and clutches his rosary tighter, as if that’s what he really needs to control himself. “I want a lot of things, I want a lot with you but it is against everything I’ve been taught. It’s against my vows and as badly as I want it, it’s not right.” He loosens his grip slightly on his rosary and takes a deep breath, he needs a cigarette.

Your eyes widen at his words, it fills you with relief to know that he feels the same way and it fills you with even more desire to know he’s just as depraved as you are. “But Father, if we keep having these thoughts and desires, wouldn’t it be okay to just indulge in them once? How can we truly repent if the temptation to sin in such a way lingers in the backs of our minds?” He smiles at your words then looks at you, “because once wouldn’t be enough for me. I’d need to have you wrapped around me all the time, to feel you writhe against me, to swallow your moans and whines with my lips. Just a taste will make me addicted.” He confesses and lifts one hand to rake his fingers through his hair. The longer you’re here, the more his self control starts to crumble.

You lean in a little more and place a hand on his leg, “then we’ll indulge. We’ll get our fill of each other whenever we can and then repent later. It’ll be better that way, don’t you think? Instead of having these thoughts just plague us. You can pretend to be who you were before you became a priest, give yourself some sort of normalcy again.” You look into his eyes, pleading with them as if your words haven’t done enough. “You’re a real temptress, doll. I hope you know that but we can’t, I’m supposed to lead you away from temptation, not help you indulge in it by doing so myself. What kind of priest would I be?”

You think for a moment then it hits you, why not use his own words against him. “But what about one of the verses from today? From Corinthians? ‘No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.’ We’re both dealing with our own temptations and God brought me here to you today to confess them. I think this is God’s way of showing us how we can endure them. We can help each other out with this, instead of letting it fester to something worse.”

He chuckles as he thinks over your words, technically you’re not wrong but he knows that’s not what was meant when those words were written. He can’t deny himself anymore, you’re right in front of him, telling him to have you in the way he so desperately wants and he’s just been trying to find reasons to stop you. He places his hand on top of yours and gently squeezes it. The other hand that has been clutching the rosary opens, you hear the rosary beads hit the ground but you’re distracted when his hand cups your face. You can feel the indentations from the beads against your cheek and he leans in, capturing your lips with his own. The kiss is slow at first, as if he’s testing the waters but as you lean into him more, he deepens the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth and groans against your lips as you suck on the wet muscle.

He moves his hands from their places and moves them to your hips, gripping them tightly to bring you onto his lap. He doesn’t break the kiss as you straddle his lap and his hands move to your ass, urging you to grind against him. The chair underneath you both creaks as you grind against him but it’s nothing that concerns either of you in the moment. He finally breaks the kiss and starts kissing down your neck, nipping at the skin there as he gets to the plunging neckline of your dress. He licks along your collarbones and his hands bunch the hem of your dress and move up. He hurriedly takes it off of you and tosses it aside, he looks at your bra and panties. “Fuck, did you expect this to happen today? Such thin fabric, I could see everything without even taking it off of you.”

He reaches behind you to take off your bra and tosses it to where your dress is and leans in, latching onto one of your nipples while his calloused fingers toy with the other. You whimper and moan his name, lifting one of your hands to his hair to tug on the soft strands. He groans against you and looks up at you as he releases one of your nipples with a soft pop. He sticks his tongue out to flick it a little before pressing it to your skin as he switches nipples. He gives the other the same treatment and you tug on his hair more, making him bite down a little, which in turn makes you gasp, “Father Kusakabe, please.”. “Atsuya.” He mumbles against your skin and your eyebrows knit together, “enough of calling me ‘Father’, call me by my name. Now I’m not the priest of this church, I’m Atsuya. Call me as such.” You nod and let out a whimper of his name as one of his hands cup your cunt. He moves his fingers to rub your clothed clit and you start to grind against his hand more, desperate to feel more pleasure.

“Atsuya, I need you. I want to feel you please, I can’t wait any longer.” You pout as you move your hands to the buttons of his cassock, undoing one at a time. He chuckles as he watches the pout on your face grow, “doll, there’s 33 buttons. You’re going to spend more time trying to take them off than you should, I have a very easy solution for you.” He moves his hands to cup your ass as he goes to stand, he walks you over to the wooden desk then once he places you on it, he takes a step back and pulls on his cassock until it opens completely. A ripple of buttons hit the floor and he moves to pull his boxers down, revealing his hard cock as it slaps against his stomach.

You lick your lips at the sight and they widen as the light bounces off two metal balls at his frenulum. He follows your gaze and smirks as he spits on his hand, “what can I say? I was drunk off my ass one night when I was 19 and I ended up getting the piercing. You like it?” He wraps his hand around his cock, smearing his spit on it as he takes a few steps closer. He grips the base and taps it against your covered clit, leaving you wanting more. “I like it a lot, I’ve always wondered if you had piercings.” You move your hand down to pull your panties to the side and he groans seeing the strings of arousal that coat your pussy. “I used to have a tongue piercing too but I had to get rid of it when I started getting into this.” He drags the head of his cock through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He circles it with his tip and bites his bottom lip as he starts to push into you.

You throw your head back and reach behind you to hold onto the desk. He hooks his hands under the backs of your knees and lifts your legs higher as he bottoms out. “God, fuck.” He pants out as he looks down at where he is inside of you, seeing how prettily you stretched out for him. He starts moving and the tip of his cock drags deliciously against your walls. “I can’t believe you denied yourself this for so long, it’s a shame.” You moan out as he reels his hips back then slams back into you. It knocks the wind out from you and he does it again. He bites down harder on his bottom lip and he keeps his eyes on how your pussy grips him. He can’t believe it either. You’ve been going to his church for almost two years now and it's been the same time since his lusting over you had started. He fucked his fist to the thought of you countless of times, dreaming of this moment.

“Now I don’t need to deny myself, doll. I have you here and I’m going to fuck you this good every time you come to church. Maybe I’ll even make some house visits for some private bible study.” He smirks and finally tears his eyes away from your pussy to look at your face, seeing the pleasure filled expression. “Like the sound of that? I could bend you over every surface of your house, make you cry out in pleasure then you’ll come to mass on Sundays. Everyone will be completely unaware of our transgressions, they’ll still see you as a devout church-goer and they’ll still see me as the closest man to God. It’s funny to think about it, I’ll be up there preaching and you’ll be sitting there thinking about where and how I’ll defile you next.”

His words come out in between groans and grunts as he picks up the pace of his hips. The wet noises from your pussy bounce off the walls of his office along with the creaking of the wooden desk you’re seated upon. He moves a hand to your clit and starts rubbing it in time with his thrusts, making your legs tremble. “Atsuya…I’m-I’m gonna cum!” You dig your nails into the wood as he continues thrusting and he smirks as he slows his hips. The action makes you whine loudly, “Atsuya! Why?” You look at him with pitiful eyes and he leans in to peck your lips, “you need to beg for forgiveness before that happens. Let's go with Psalm 51, you remember it don’t you?”

He raises an eyebrow and he could see the gears turning in your head, “if you can’t recite it then I’ll stop. I’ll just fuck my fist until I cum all over that needy, swollen pussy.” You swallow thickly and lick your dry lips, “H-Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin…” you go to continue but he goes back to thrusting into you, slamming into you harder than before. “There we go! Good to know that my words and sticking properly. What kind of priest would I be if my messages were never remembered? Now, cum for me. Make a mess all over my cock and I’ll fill you.” His cock hits your sweet spot each time he bottoms out and it doesn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge.

You moan out his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm then overstimulation starts to kick in as he starts chasing his release. You let out moans and gasps of “so good” and “‘m so sensitive” but they fall on deaf ears. “Ready for it, doll? Ready to get filled to the brim?” He doesn’t even look at you as he speaks, his attention is back and laser-focused on your pussy. His cock twitches and he starts to cum deep inside of you, he groans and pants as the cum continues to pump out of him in thick ropes. He watches as some starts to leak out of you and around his cock and he moves his fingers to collect what comes out then brings them to your lips. He looks for a moment as you lick them clean, lewdly moaning as your tongue swirls around his digits. He takes a few seconds before pulling out of you and goes to cover your pussy before any more cum could escape.

He picks you up again and kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping back into your mouth as he blindly walks to the plush couch you were seated upon when this all began. He keeps you close to him as he sits and keeps you on his lap as he continues to kiss you. He breaks the kiss for a moment and chuckles, “well, that was one of the most interesting confessions I’ve had. I can’t wait for more like this. Thank you for coming in today, thank you for finally letting me hear your desires, but most importantly, thank you for letting me indulge in sin with you.”

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