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[Gakuen K] Extras Translation

Memories of Okinawa

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Uhh, I wonder what I should do…

Kusanagi: What are you groaning about? Is that…a guidebook for a school trip? Where are you going this year?

Saya: Okinawa.

Kusanagi: Really? Haha. It because of Mikoto, don't mind.

Saya: Suoh-senpai doesn't like Okinawa?

Kusanagi: I don't know if he likes it it or not. Last year the whole Red club went to Okinawa.

Kusanagi: Due to club expenses, Mikoto and I went by plane, while the other members went by boat. Well, it was tough…

Totsuka: Waaah, it's so hot in Okinawa in summer.

Mikoto: It's hot everywhere at this time of year.

Totsuka: Well, I guess so. Oh, I found a skewers store. King, want to eat?

Mikoto: Yeah. I'm hungry.

Totsuka: Okay, I'll go get some. Wait here.

Totsuka: Oji-sa-a-n. One Uzura Bacon (Bacon wrapped quail egg) and one Negima (chicken and scallion skewer), please.

Totsuka: Huh, a phone call. Who is it?

Totsuka: Hello-o.

Kusanagi: …Totsuka, where're you?

Totsuka: Let's see…in front of the skewer shop?

Kusanagi: Ha? What are you doing there?

Totsuka: I just placed my order and am waiting. … Oh, here it comes. Thank yo-ou (Nifue de biru), Oji-san~

Kusanagi: Nifue…what's that?

Totsuka: Nifue de biru. It means "thank you" in Okinawan dialect, didn't you know?

Kusanagi: I don't care!

Totsuka: Very bad, Kusanagi-san. If you are going on a trip, you must learn about the place properly.

Kusanagi: You're the one who's not learning …

Totsuka: What do you mean?

Kusanagi: Do you know your current location? Can you tell me where you are?

Totsuka: In Okinawa.

Kusanagi: I already know that. Honestly, you're lost, aren't you?

Totsuka: If I had to say, it's maybe so.

Kusanagi: Without a doubt, that's a "yes". Mikoto is not at the meeting place too…What happened to the Red club's group behavior skills?

Totsuka: King? If it's about King, he's with me.

Mikoto: …Who you're talking to?

Totsuka: Kusanagi-san. I'll switch to speaker so the three of us can talk.

Kusanagi: Mikoto, are you there?

Mikoto: Yeah.

Kusanagi: It's not "yeah". You promised to wait for Yata and the others at the hotel. Why are you wandering around?

Totsuka: I invited him. Since we had come all the way to Okinawa, I thought it would be a waste if we didn't go out.

Kusanagi: If that's the case, would it hurt you to say a few words if you are unexpectedly going out?

Totsuka: Sorry, sorry, I was careless. But it's okay, I'm sure we'll be able to get back.

Kusanagi: This your "sure" makes me very nervous…

Mikoto: Kusanagi, what is "puru"?

Totsuka: Ah, I was wondering about that too.

Kusanagi: Puru (プルー)…Pool(プール)?

Mikoto: Puru.

Kusanagi: Puru…Country name…Is it Peru?

Kusanagi: I don't understand. Don't you have a hint?

Totsuka: I'm guessing it's about taste. Or is it the look?

Mikoto: The look…?

Kusanagi: What the hell are you talking about? What is "Puru"? Is it written somewhere?

Mikoto: On menu of the store. It says "Goyachan Puru".

Kusanagi: Hey, you two. Just to confirm, it's not Goyachan Puru. It's Goya chanpuru (bitter melon stir-fry), okay?

Totsuka: Eh, no way!

Kusanagi: What the heck is Goya-chan?

Totsuka: Doesn't it sound like a mascot character?

Kusanagi: That is…I can't deny.

Kusanagi: I mean, Goya Chanpuru is Goya Chanpuru and Goya-chan is…That's bad, I'm getting confused!

Kusanagi: Anyway, the dish is called Goya Chanpuru. Don't come up with anything else complicated, okay!?

Totsuka: If Kusanagi-san says so, so be it. King?

Mikoto: I understood.

Kusanagi: I see, what a relief…No, I got tired now…

Totsuka: Next question. Papaya-chan puru is…

Kusanagi: That's not Papaya-chan! Do you not understand, idiot!?

Kusanagi: I'd like to go to you right now and punch you with my fist, but I have to wait for Yata-chan and the others…

Kusanagi: We're going to separate just for today. Get back to the hotel by dusk, okay?

Totsuka: Oka-ay, see you soon.

Totsuka: All right. Now that we're allowed to go on our own… King, where do you want to go?

Mikoto: This place is okay.

Totsuka: Ehhh, let's go see the sea!

Mikoto: If it's the sea, you can look at it as much as you want on the island.

Totsuka: You are so naive, King. The sea in Okinawa is different from the sea at the school island. The clarity, the color…

???: I thought I saw someone familiar, but it turned out to be you.

Mikoto: Munakata…

Totsuka: The color is - a beautiful green. And there are coral reefs and a lot of fish that you can only find here.

Munakata: …Could you not ignore me, please?

Totsuka: Ah, excuse me. Hello, Munakata-san. Have you been following King by any chance?

Munakata: No. I'm here to attend a government-sponsored student summit. And you?

Mikoto: It's none of your business, don't stick your nose into it.

Munakata: This is not an interrogation. It's just a chat, a trifling conversation, so don't be so alarmed.

Totsuka: We're on a vacation. All the Red club is here.

Munakata: …But it's just the two of you here.

Totsuka: Somehow, we got the freedom to go on our own. Shouldn't Kusanagi-san be with Yata and the others?

Mikoto: Totsuka, don't talk so much.

Totsuka: It's fine, it's fine. It's not something important.

Munakata: …Is that so?

Totsuka: What do you mean?

Munakata: There are only two of you here. This information is very useful, depending on how you look at it.

Mikoto: Hah, are you trying to pick a fight?

Munakata: Yeah, with all my might.

Mikoto: Good, bring it on.

Munakata: I won't hold back. I'm going to…Shuri castle!

Mikoto: …Ha?

Munakata: If you come to a tourist place, you must sightsee. Since time is limited, please make the most of it.

Mikoto: …Oi, Totsuka.

Totsuka: Even if you look at me like that. Well, that's fine. I don't want to get in trouble with the police on my trip.

Mikoto: How annoying…Should we withdraw and run away?

Kusanagi: …That's what happened. It was really hard work…

Saya: What happened to Suoh-senpai and the others after that?

Kusanagi: I heard they went sightseeing together, but I don't know the details. I don't care what they did, I had a hard time over there on my side…

Kusanagi: Yata-chan is no good with girls, you know? There are a lot of girls in light clothing at tourist spots in the summer, right? The answer to your question is…

Saya: …Panic?

Kusanagi: Correct. I'm glad we went on a school trip in the fall.

Kusanagi: As long as you don't repeat the year, you only have one chance. Enjoy it as much as you can.

Saya: Okay!

#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #kusanagi izumo #totsuka tatara #suoh mikoto #munakata reisi #felt the need to dilute the main routes a bit #totsuka is so adorably silly #his lack of sense of direction should be his superpower xD #i can totally relate to him #also bless kusanagi and his patience #he really deserves a medal for it

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thebuckybrigade · 5 years

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Unholy Part Ten

AN: Very quick note here guys, I feel like warning you that this chapter is almost 8k words long, and it’s all smut lmao So, be warned I guess, if you’re in public.

He wakes, sometime later, it feel like hours but when he peers out the window he can see the sky just beginning to turn a murky grey which means it’s still a few hours till dawn. The bed is cold and when he peers at where Angel had been, his stomach jolts at the realization that she’s gone.

Stumbling from the bed he hastily pulls on briefs and a sweater, checking the bathroom and walk in closet before storming out into the suite and coming to a halt at the sight of her, half dressed in his button down shirt, clutching a mug of tea and staring out the wide windows at the lights glittering below them.

His feet scuff against the hardwood, and she must hear him coming but she doesn’t look up until he’s standing over her, silent and dark as a shadow. His fingers curl through her hair and she leans into the touch, smiling faintly, but there’s sadness in her eyes and it makes his stomach clench with worry.

Crouching down beside the large armchair, he peers up at her, worry furrowing his brow. Gently he pushes the hair back from her face, thumb caressing the fine lines of her cheek and jaw, gaze steady on her.

“What’s wrong my Angel?”

She smiles weakly at the term of endearment and leans into his touch, “I just, I had a dream about my parents and I couldn’t go back to sleep,” she admits, eyes troubled.

“What was the dream about?”

She shrugs and turns away from his hand, peers out the window with a carefully blank expression.

“You and I were,” she pauses, bites her lip, “in your office. You had me bent over, fucking me from behind, spanking me for being loud.”

Here she pauses, licks her lips and he realizes she enjoyed that part of the dream and he flushes with pride; even in her dreams he makes her happy.

“And then the door opened and they were there. They watched as you fucked me and made me come and when we were done my mother slapped me, called me a whore, Jezebel, and said I was no daughter of hers. They turned into this bright white light and before they disappeared I heard them say that I wouldn’t be welcome in God’s kingdom, that they would see me burn in Hell for my sins.”

His stomach twists at this and he shakes his head fervently, “Angel, baby, it was a dream.”

Her eyes blaze at him in the murky light, “I know that I’m not stupid,” she snaps. “But can you honestly tell me they wouldn’t have reacted the same if they had found out?” she demands.

He almost snaps back of course not, but she’s right, and he’s not stupid enough to try and convince her otherwise. Nodding slowly, he glances out at the lights—it might be easier for her if he doesn’t look when he says this.

“They would be angry, you’re right. And I would do whatever you wanted if they had ever found out. We could end things, I would leave, never to be seen or heard from again, if that’s what you wanted.”

Her inhale is sharp and ragged and one of her hands reaches out to cup his jaw and turn his face back towards her, the palm of her hand warm from the heat of her mug, soothing and gentle against his scruff.

Dark eyes search him, sorrow filled and tired beyond what any 18 year old has a right to be, and something in him quails; has he done the right thing by starting this relationship with her? So much of her life would be different if he had left well enough alone.

Her parents would probably still be alive.

She must be able to see his thoughts or read the anxiety on his face because she’s making soft soothing noises and shaking her head, “No, I would never want that. I love you Josh and I would never want to lose you.”

“If I hadn’t started this thing, if I hadn’t demanded obedience and coerced you, your parents would be alive,” he whispers, the words burning in his mouth as they fall from his lips.

She swallows hard and glances away, throat working for a moment before she looks back at him, eyes bright with unshed tears.

“Maybe,” she admits with a small nod, “or maybe they would have taken us all out for dinner and we all would have died. There’s no way to know what would have happened and I don’t want you to think that I regret loving you.”

She smiles softly, benevolently and it washes over him like holy grace, erasing his sins, fears and shortcomings.

“I needed you; to make me stronger, strong enough to survive the worst. To make me ask for what I need without fear, and to make me feel in control when so much around me was chaos. I still need you; I need you to be my friend and my rock, to guide me through life and to be my partner.”

She hums softly and caresses his cheek, “And you need me too. You’re in your head too much, worry too much about things we can’t control.” Her thumb presses into his chin, tilting his face up and he marvels at her strength.

“If we had never become this, I think my life would be good, happy. But with you, with us, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted from love. I know you’ll take care of me and let me hold you up when you can’t be strong. I don’t regret how we got together my love, I just wish things could be different for my brother and sister. This isn’t the life they should have had.”

Her eyelashes flutter and a few tears escape and he surges up, wiping them away and pressing kisses to her lips, brushing over her cheeks and nose and temple, little puffs of air and I love you’s tracing over her skin.

She clutches him and wraps her arm around his shoulders, buries her face in his throat with a soft distressed sound and he feels more tears fall. They stay that way until his knees hurt and her tears have slowed and eventually he loops his arms around her and lifts, her frame slight in his arms as he carries her back into the bedroom.

She curls into him when he lays down, fingers curling around the neck of his sweater, knuckles brushing against the skin of his throat and he curls around her protectively, inhaling the scent of her, warm and comforting and smiles, whispering an I love you in her ear.

She hums and her fingers tighten in the fabric of his shirt, “Love you more.”

He’s not sure that’s possible.

The low murmur of voices wakes him the next morning and when he sits up, he finds that once more, she’s gone. Slipping from the bed he wanders out to the living area of the suite, stopping, sleepy eyed and confused at the sight of Angel, clad in his shirt, smiling as she hands what looks to be a rather substantial tip to the room service attendant.

The man’s eyes flick from her state of undress to his, then back again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before he disappears out the door.

She rounds on him, grinning, “I ordered breakfast.” Pausing, she glances at the tray laden with food and looks hesitant, “it’s pretty expensive, I’m sorry.”

Crossing the room her winds his arms around her waist and peers down at her, “Why are you sorry baby?” he prods, watching as she bites her lip, worry coloring her eyes.

“Because I know this place is fancy, and I don’t, I don’t have the kind of money to pay for it, and I don’t really know how you do,” she explains, “You’re a priest, aren’t you supposed to be poor?”

At this he laughs, throws back his head and guffaws, heart light with how she makes him happy, stupidly so, it seems. Turning his gaze back to her, he shakes his head and grins at her, “My family is wealthy. I had an inheritance when I was 18, and I never used it. Put it away, let the interest grow, and now, I have more than I’ll ever need.”

Truth be told, he’s got enough money for three lifetimes. He doesn’t know if that will freak her out, and decides to test the waters. “I’ll pay for you to attend NYU, and for your brother and sister to go wherever they want too.”

Her eyes widen and she tugs at his sweater, “That’s...that’s a lot of money.”

“Yea well, I’d never use it all before I died, so spend away baby.”

She stares at him for a moment before giggling, her laughter growing until she’s burying her face in his chest and he’s laughing with her. It feels good, especially after last night, and he holds her a little tighter, letting the tension finally start to drain away.

Eventually she pulls back and grins at him, “Come on, I’m hungry,” she tells him, pushing at him, huffing when he laughs and leans into her hands, letting his weight slow her down. Suddenly he was falling backwards as she steps back, snickering as he stumbles.

Pushing the cart, he follows her into the bedroom, watching as she tucks her long legs under her and crawls beneath the covers once more. “What do you want to eat baby?” He waves towards the trays of pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit and chocolate croissants. They’ll never be able to eat it all, but he’s amused when she grins and says everything.

He fills the plate for her, hands it over and then fills his before he slides under the covers next to her. Flipping on the tv, they watch the news together, laughing and joking as the morning passes into early afternoon. Lazy kisses and heavy petting eats up another hour before they manage to get dressed and head out into the city.

She’s distracting; he can see it in the way other people’s gazes linger on her form. Her jeans are distressed, holes revealing more flesh than they hide and her button down shirt is tied off at her waist, revealing a swath of toned, tanned skin. The first four buttons are undone, revealing the silky lace material of her bralette, tantalizing him with every breath she takes, the gentle rise and fall of her chest distracting as they ride the ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

They take selfies, making silly faces and kissing as the wind whips past them, more at the very top of the statue, the whole of the world laid out before them. He pins her to the railing with his hips as she takes more photos, murmuring how he can’t wait to visit her while she’s going to NYU, how he’s going to get her an apartment all her own so he can fuck her over every surface, until they’re both worked up but unable to do anything about it for now.

She pulls his hand as they stroll through Coney Island, leading him to a hot dog stand where he watches her scarf down not just a hot dog, but fries and a large slushie. If he didn’t know how much she worked out and played sports he’d be mystified at how she stays so fit--though, teenage metabolism has a lot to do with it as well.

They’re walking down the boardwalk after riding the Ferris wheel when a loud, gruff voice calls out his name in disbelief.

“Josh? Josh Brolin?”

He turns, arm slung around her shoulders and goes stone still, heart plummeting into his stomach at the site of his one time seminary friend, Jeffrey Dean Morgan standing before him. The older man had been his best friend while they studied to be priests, but somewhere along the way Jeffrey had come to the realization that he wasn’t cut out to be a priest and Josh, well, he had gone on, despite his own nagging feelings of misplacement within the church.

Angel is staring up at him, wide eyed, glancing back and forth between the two men until Jeffrey takes notice of her and steps forward, hand extended in greeting. “Hello darlin’, who are you?” he asks politely, a faint smirk curling his lips when she blushes and takes the proffered hand.

“Marie Ross,” she murmurs, smiling brightly as she lies through her teeth. Marie is her middle name and she’s sure that shortening her name is the smarter path than telling him her real name. Josh relaxes beside her and grins, extending his hand to Jeffrey before drawing him in to slap a hand against his back.

“Good to see you man,” he murmurs.

They exchange pleasant small talk for a while before they all sit together by a hot dog stand, the smell of the salty meat wafting over in waves. Angel leans into his side and he keeps his arm around her; Jeffrey’s already seen him touching her in a familiar way, it would be suspicious if he suddenly stopped.

“Man, you haven’t even told her half the things we got up to at the seminary!” He grins at Josh, “You remember the time you me, and the soon to be sister Sharon all got drunk on communion wine and got uh familiar with each other?”

Angel’s brows shoot up at that and she smirks as she peers between the two men, her face pink as she chews on her lip. “You guys uh, had a threesome?” she asks, voice low and interested.

Jeffrey grins at her, slow and saucy, “Yea darlin, you wanna know more?” he teases, laughing when she blushes and looks away. Josh glances down at her, meeting her gaze, and is surprised to see the interest there, in her eyes.

She bites her lip and heat simmers in his veins at the look in her eyes. “It was a long time ago Jeff,” he murmurs, tearing his gaze away to turn back and stare at the older man, lips curving into a grin.

“Sure was. Doubt we’d be able to do it again,” Jeffrey muses, eyes darting over to Angel for a moment before sweeping back to caress Josh. A flush of heat warms his skin and he takes a stuttering breath as he recalls in perfect technicolor their time together; he can almost feel the rough sensation of Jeffrey’s tongue against his cock, the demanding feeling of his hands on his waist, their tongues meeting over Sharon’s body as they fucked into her.

“I don’t know, I think we’d do okay,” he murmurs back, hand tightening on Angel’s arm as they circle the topic, heat building in his stomach.

“I think….”Angel hesitates for a moment before grinning, “That you should come have dinner with us Jeffrey. I think I’d like to hear a little more about your time together in the seminary.”

Both men stare at her for a moment before sharing a heated look, tension in the air thicker than the scent of hot dogs wafting on the air.

“Come on! She should know all about your bad habits!” Jeffrey turns to grin at her, “He stole the communion wine more times than anyone else, played poker--strip poker-- and broke the hearts of more than one nun in training. A few priests too,” he murmurs, giving her a lascivious grin.

Angel laughs and sways into Josh, giggling as the buzz of wine fills her blood, warms her cheeks and makes her heart thump a little irregularly. Her gaze swings up to meet his, cheeks flushed and pupils wide and a hunger gnaws in his belly at the look in her eyes.

“Sounds like you two did more sinning than praying,” she teases, eliciting a roar of laughter from Jeffrey.

“Seems like you’ve been both been sinning your fair share too,” he replies archly, grinning when she flushes and ducks her chin. Her eyes come back up, blazing with humor and desire and Josh can see he’s enchanted, just like he was so long ago. It makes his blood burn, and he’s surprised how much it excites him, to see another man desiring her.

“I dunno, I think two priests in training having a threesome is pretty dirty, don’t you?” she murmurs, back, closing the distance between them across the table, tilting her head to an appealing angle. Jeffrey stares at her, the moment heavy between them before he hums and runs his tongue over his teeth, nodding slowly.

“Do you think that means we need to be punished?” he asks her, and Josh can feel the way she tenses for a moment, inhaling sharply before she melts forward and murmurs back, “Yes,” her breathy reply sending a shiver up the spines of both men.

“Why don’t we go back to the room for a drink?” she suggests, brows lifting. Turning to Josh, she leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, “I like your friend daddy,” she whispers, words just loud enough to carry to Jeffrey.

Both men watch her, stunned, as she rises from the table and sashays to the lobby, heading for the elevator before she’s gone from sight and they’re left, staring at where she was, the imprint of her words and body seared into their minds.

Music is playing when Josh opens the door to the suite, followed closely by Jeffrey. Peering around, he frowns at the empty living area, shutting the door behind them before stepping further into the room, noting the three glasses of amber liquid on the coffee table.

The bedroom door creaks open and his gaze swings to the sound, jaw dropping when he sees Angel in the doorway, gaze trailing over the vast expanse of bare skin exposed by the lingerie on display. Where the ones from last night were black these are a pale, blushing pink, soft and sweet, alluring in a way that makes his skin shiver as he looks at this young woman who has so utterly captivated him.

Garters meet the tops of her silky thighs, the pale blush of her cunt just barely visible behind the lace, the corset she’s wearing is mostly undone so her breasts peek precariously over the edges, just breaths away from falling out.

Striding over, he looms over her, eyes dark and hungry on her and he can feel Jeffrey staring from behind him, the man speechless for once in his life.

“What do you want baby girl?” he asks, holding her gaze steadily, curious to see if this is what she really wants.

Her lips part, shiny and red from being bitten and he swears he can smell her arousal already. One large hand slides over the exposed skin of her belly, both of them shuddering at the sensation, and then she’s nodding sharply, breathing unsteadily.

“I want you...I want you both,” she whispers, voice throaty and low. “I want…” she swallows hard, “I want you to share me. To use me. Make me scream and cry and beg.” Her eyes are wide and glazed with lust as she stares up at him, swaying towards him as her knees quake.

His hand skims up her body, closing around her throat so he can tip her chin up, her sharp gasp igniting the lust glowing like an ember in his stomach. He studies her for a moment before nodding, “Okay baby, what do you say if you want to stop?” he prompts.

“Fire engine.”

“And if you need a break or need something different?”

“Sunset.”

Nodding, he firms his jaw and tightens the hold on her throat, eliciting a whimper from her as he shoves her, turning her so she’s pressed against his chest and facing Jeffrey. The older man is staring at them, wide eyed, watching as Josh keeps his grip tight on her throat, arching her body out in a display of dominance and desire.

“Jeffrey, my little princess would like us both to fuck her, would you be interested?” he asks politely, grinning when the other man just stares, wide eyed and stunned. “Jeffrey,” he calls, “would you be interested?” he asks again.

The other man finally nods, looking shaky as Josh grins brightly and then forcibly hauls Angel over to the couch, laying her over his lap so her ass pops into the air, tantalizingly bare, just a thin strip of fabric between her thick cheeks. His large hand caresses the skin of her ass, soothing before he gets started.

Jeffrey walks over, stiff legged and enraptured, watching for a moment before Josh grins up at him and waves a hand towards the couch. “Sit.” He pauses a moment before joining them on the couch, angling his body towards the couple, hands knotting in the fabric as he watches eagerly.

“You know, only little sluts want to be fucked by two men. Is that what you are little one, a slut?”

His voice is low and commanding, sending a shiver over her spine that’s visible to both men.

“No Father Brolin, I’m not, I promise,” she murmurs urgently, a false sweetness to her voice; candy coated innocence that she can no longer claim. His fingers splay over her ass, pointer finger pressing down into the plug that’s back between her cheeks. It’s average sized and he worries for a moment that it’s not enough to prepare her for either of them to take her ass, but he makes a silent vow that neither of them will take her before she’s ready.

“Then what’s this?” he demands, tapping on the plug firmly so she moans, arching into the touch.

“It’s….I don’t know!” she moans, “I’m sorry!”

He growls and swats a hand at her ass, “You will be sweetheart. Your ass is mine to play with; only sluts play with their asses. Did you play with your cunt too?” he demands, smacking her ass when she doesn’t reply right away.

“Y-yes! I’m sorry!”

“You will be,” he promises again. “Count them and say thank you,” he growls, rubbing a hand over her ass for a moment before he swats her ass, once on each side, sharp and firm.

She counts them dutifully, shivering as he continues, her moans soft as she arches into his touch, eager for more.

“What a little slut,” he comments as he lays the seventh and eight strike on her ass, glancing over at Jeffrey to share a smirk. His gaze sweeps down, eyeing the other man’s erection before he grins devilishly. “Baby, Jeffrey has something he needs your help with,” he tells her, lifting her up so her torso rests on the couch, her head resting on his friend’s knee.

Jeffrey takes the hint and unzips his jeans, pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly, a pearl of cum beading at the head.

“Open up baby,” he murmurs, watching with pride as she leans in and opens her mouth wide so Jeffrey can feed her his cock. It’s thick, thicker than his and just a little shorter, and he enjoys watching her eyes water as it’s thrust down her throat, spreading her mouth wide open.

She groans and hums, bobbing her head over the thick length of it before Jeffrey knots his fingers into her hair to hold her in place so he can thrust into her mouth, the sound of her choking and moaning filling the space between them. Josh takes the opportunity to spank her harder and faster, grinning when she’s unable to count like he instructed her.

Jeffrey relents eventually, pulling her head from his cock so she can gasp and splutter, spit and cum dripping from her lips. His cock is red and throbbing, and Josh’s aches in sympathy, but he doesn’t relent, not yet.

“Oh sweetheart, you lost count didn’t you?”

She whines and shakes her head, “No Father Brolin, it was fifteen,” she insists.

He’s impressed, honestly, that she was able to keep track while being fucked and spanked, so he relents, squeezing her ass firmly. “You’re right baby, it was fifteen. But I think you need a few more, huh?” She nods and he smiles softly, proud of her. “Keep counting,” he orders before resuming.

He watches as she moans and arches into the strikes, straining forward to place kitten licks over Jeffrey’s cock, keeping him hard and wanting while she’s being punished and, he just, he’s so damn proud of her for asking for what she wants so he can give her whatever she wants, whether it’s this, or her favorite meal or tuition for college--he’ll give her whatever she wants, always.

When he’s given her forty spanks, he stops, stroking her ass slowly, letting her sobbing gasps die until she’s just moaning softly, arching into his touch. Glancing over at Jeffrey, he grins, eyeing his cock, still hard, and throbbing against his stomach.

“Why don’t we do something about that?” he suggests, sharing a grin with the other man. Jeffrey nods and reaches a hand out into her hair, tilting her face so he can see her eyes, smiling softly at her, gaze fond already.

“Hey darlin, why don’t you put that luscious mouth to good use,” he suggests, grinning when she nods and leans up, lips encircling the head of his cock, tongue licking around the sensitive tip, lapping at the foreskin until he’s shuddering and on the brink of release.

Jeffrey pulls her off his cock, gasping for air and shakes his head at Josh, “I’m not as young as I was and I don’t think you want this to take forever, huh?”

Josh grins and shrugs, “Come down her throat, we’ve got all night,” he assures the other man, sharing a dark, lustful look before he leans forward and wraps a hand around his neck so he can press their lips together. It’s been many years since they shared an embrace like this, but it’s still very much the same; firm and hungry, tasting of whiskey and desire and sets his blood on fire.

Angel squirms in his lap and he tears away, licking his lips as he smirks down at her. “See something you like baby?” he teases, grinning when she flushes and nods fervently. Grabbing her around the waist, he maneuvers her to her knees so she’s resting between Jeffrey’s thighs, “Go on baby, make Jeffrey cum,” he orders, watching her take a deep steadying breath before she leans in and takes his cock back into her mouth.

He gives her all of two passes before he’s leaning in and kissing Jeffrey, tongues twining together and he can feel the fine tremor running over the other man’s body as his Angel sucks his cock.

Hands trailing down Jeffrey’s chest, he tweaks at his nipples, drawing louder groans from him as Angel takes him deep in her throat and swallows. Glancing down, he can see she’s fondling his balls and rubbing on his perineum as her tongue and mouth work the sensitive skin of Jeffrey’s cockhead.

He sucks a dark mark onto Jeffrey’s throat, fingers digging into his hair to hold him in place, throat taut as he ravages all the old familiar places. Jeffrey is loud—he almost forgot how he gets when he’s close—and a few moments later he’s groaning and cursing as he cums, hand fisted in Angel’s hair to keep his cock pressed down her throat.

When he does release her she’s gasping for air, lips and chin smeared with cum and spit, mascara smudged beneath her lashes, looking utterly wrecked. She looks up to him, eyes hooded with lust and leans into Jeffrey’s knee, “Did I do good Father Brolin?”

He smirks, “Why don’t you ask Jeffrey baby? He’s the one who had his cock down your throat.”

She flushes a darker pink and then nods, lifting her gaze to the older man. “Was I good sir?” she asks, voice hoarse from the stretch of his cock.

“Fuck baby you were so good,” Jeffrey praises, reaching down to cup her cheek gently. Preening, she leans into the touch and smiles happily, eyes half closed under the attention of both men.

Josh watches them for a moment before clearing his throat and drawing her attention. He gives his tented jeans a pointed look, “Are you forgetting something baby?”

She hums and shakes her head, crawling over on her knees before she’s undoing his jeans and pulling his cock from within. She gives the weeping tip a few kitten licks before swallowing it down, moaning around his length as her fingers tighten in the meat of his thighs.

He lets her get a few strokes in before grabbing her hair and holding her in place while fucks her mouth hard and fast, chasing his release. She moans and gags, nails biting his skin until he’s coming with a gritted shout of her name.

When he pulls her off his cock she chokes and gasps, utterly ruined as she coughs and peers up at him through tears eyes. Hand falling heavy on her head, he pets her hair gently, genuine pride and affection filling his gaze.

“What a good girl,” he croons, “do you need a drink?” He offers, smiling when she nods and offers her the glass of whiskey she had poured earlier. She drains it, wincing at the burn and he lets her breathe steadily for a few moments before he pulls her into his lap, spine pressing into his chest.

Spreading her thighs over his legs, he orders her to wrap them around his, leaving her cunt open and exposed to Jeffrey, who is watching with avid interest as Josh tells her to stay still for him.

Hands trailing up her thighs, he shakes his head when his fingers press into the slip of material covering her cunt. “So wet,” he growls in her ear, “did you get wet from having your mouth used little one? Are you such a slut that that’s all it takes to make you wet?”

She whines and shakes her head, “No Father Brolin, I swear!”

Laughing in her ear he swipes aside the soaked material and plunges two fingers into her, eliciting a sharp whine and a buck of her hips before he abruptly withdraws them and slaps the inside of her thigh.

“Hold still slut.”

Jeffrey groans as she nods and wiggles and Josh meets his hungry gaze, smirking when he sees his friend and lover’s cock is getting hard again. It’s not a difficult thing to manage when they get to play with an angel; her sweetness and easy surrender is heady, intoxicating.

Thrusting his fingers back in, he fucks her with them, hard and fast until she’s shaking and moaning, then slowing until she’s begging, voice wavering as she struggles not to move, earning sharp slaps to her thighs when she can’t stay still.

He brings her to the edge over and over again, hand shiny with her arousal, four fingers buried in her cunt as she whimpers and begs brokenly, tears on her cheeks as she shakes in his arms.

When he withdraws his fingers leaving her without release she shudders in his lap, breaths coming in sharp pants as he grins over at Jeffrey who is now fully hard again. His own cock has been filling slowly and he’s eager, ready to move on and fuck her for real.

Standing, he lifts her into his arms and carries her to their bedroom, Jeffrey following close behind. Tossing her on the bed, he strips and then crouches over her, tugging at the corset she wears till her breasts pop over the edge and he can lean down to fill his mouth with her nipples.

He takes his time while Jeffrey undresses, watching from the corner of his eye as his friend sits on the bed beside them, languidly stroking his cock as Josh nips and pinches and sucks on her nipples till they’re bright red, swollen, and she’s once more sobbing in need.

Pulling away, he grins at his friend as he rises from the bed to search out the lube from his bag. “Torture her pretty little nipples,” he suggests, rooting through the bag till he finds what he was looking for.

When he turns back he grins at the sight before him; Angel is sitting in Jeffrey’s lap, her breasts being tortured while she grinds into his cock, moaning and begging for release.

“Please! Please sir, oh please let me cum!”

Tossing the lube on the bed he slaps her ass and pulls her upright, one large hand banding around her throat so her head is tilted back at an almost uncomfortable angle. “You don’t cum until we say so, got it slut?”

She’s barely able to nod but when she does he smiles and leans down to kiss her, whispering “good girl” against her lips.

Pushing her down onto her chest, he pulls her hips up so he can see the plug in her ass clearly; running his finger around her stretched rim he hums and listens to her moan. “Is this where you want me, baby?”

She nods eagerly, “Please, please, please Daddy, want you so bad,” she moans, pushing back into his hands.

Groaning, he nods and grabs the lube, squirting some onto the plug as he draws it out and then fucks it back into her, wiggling and circling it slowly. When he’s sure she’s relaxed, he pulls it out and slides two slick fingers into her hole, scissoring them till she moans and rocks back against him.

Jerking his chin at Jeffrey, he motions the man forward, “Eat her out but don’t let her cum,” he orders, grinning as the other man nods and slides around till he’s under her and can latch onto her cunt.

Her thighs tremble as the two men toy with her, taking her to the edge again and again. He’s got three fingers in her, but knows it’s not quite enough yet so he slicks them up and slides his pinkie in while his thumb runs around her rim, stretching it out and massaging in the lube.

She’s loud now; begging and moaning, voice high and needy as he and Jeffrey take her apart and his stomach is in knots at how hot she is inside, hot and wet and tight and he knows that when he gets inside her he’s gonna last only so long before he gives in to that beautiful clench of her body.

Finally, he nudges Jeffrey away from her cunt and nods, “Angel, Jeffrey is going to fuck your cunt while Daddy takes your ass, okay?”

She’s slow to respond and when she does it’s through a slurred, punch drunk voice and he worries she’s not altogether coherent enough for this.

“Baby, are you still good? Still green?”

She nods slowly, “Y-yeah daddy, green.”

Sighing in relief, he keeps his fingers in her ass while pushing her a little bit forward so Jeffrey has room to move until his condom covered cock is below her cunt, red and straining and hard.

“Ok baby, sit up,” he murmurs, praising when she does so he can guide her onto Jeffrey’s cock, both men groaning at the wet noise of her cunt sinking down over it.

She shudders and her breathing grows unsteady, voice whiny as she sinks down, “Fuck, daddy, he’s so thick…”

“I know baby, feels good, huh?”

She nods again and Jeffrey squeezes her hips, drawing her dazed gaze down to him, “Such a beautiful cunt you have sweetheart. Too bad I’m gonna wreck it, fill it up with my cum till it’s dripping down your thighs,” he tells her gruffly, jaw tight as he holds still.

Josh slicks up his cock and positions himself at her hole, exchanging his fingers for the head of his cock one digit at a time so she’s spread around both, the stretch making her whine and roll her hips.

Both men hold her steady as Josh breaths heavily, thick head of his cock tugging at her rim in short abortive thrusts. “Green baby?”

“Greengreengreen,” she babbles, “Please, god, green Daddy!”

With a groan he pushes in slowly, biting his cheek as her ass takes him, inch by inch, and he can feel the bulge of Jeffrey’s cock pressing back and oh god is it good.

“Fuck...so full...daddy...unh unh unh...feel you daddy!”

She’s loud and needy and when he looks down she’s got a hand pressed to her stomach where he can see a bulge, and fuck, it makes him ache to pound into her in a possessive haze, but for now, he groans loudly and rocks into her, thrusts incremental and slow.

“Unh unh unh, daddy, oh god, oh god, so full!”

Jeffrey groans beneath her and starts thrusting as Josh pulls out, their rhythm synchronized so she’s never empty, always full, and if anything her cries grow louder, pitched higher until she sounds like she’s going to break.

“Please?!”

Their combined moans and groans fill the room, the wet slap of their cocks slamming into her loud, but not as loud as she is; “Please, daddy, sir, oh! Need to cum, please?”

“No,” he growls, slapping a hand against her ass, groaning when her hole clenches in retaliation. “Not till I say so,” he rasps; though he’s close too and a look at Jeffrey’s face tells him he is as well.

She whines and sobs and begs, held in place between their bodies so they can ravage her. He presses her down until her chest is against Jeffrey’s and the angle change makes her shriek, sobbing loudly as her cunt and ass spasm around them.

He can hear the way her cunt is wet, sees it on her thighs and slaps her ass, “Slut! I said not to come!”

“Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry,” she chants, “daddy, sorry.”

He pulls out, earning a high pitched cry from her and a moan from Jeffrey at the loss of sensation. Stumbling back, he crouches over his bag, hands trembling and thighs shaking from the adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins.

When he finds what he’s looking for he stalks back over and thrusts back into her, baring his teeth at the hot sheath of her clenching around him. Sliding a hand down her hip and to her cunt, he presses the bullet vibrator to her clit and turns it on—full blast.

Her corresponding shriek is so loud he worries for a moment that someone will think she’s hurt, and then the vice of her ass clamps down on him and he can’t think of anything.

Jeffrey curses as her cunt does the same, both of them thrusting shallowly as she’s forced to cum over and over again. Release pulses out of her cunt as her body convulses almost violently, her voice breaking as she screams, eyes rolled back in her head, entirely consumed with pleasure.

Josh knows it must almost hurt, with the way she’s sobbing and crying out, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps the vibrator there as he thrusts, groaning and grunting her name. Jeffrey comes first, cursing loudly as he spills into the condom.

He’s not more than a few thrusts behind and then he’s spilling inside her, hunching over as brilliant lights blind him and his gut burns, hips moving in short thrusts until he can’t come anymore. He feels like he can’t breathe, like his lungs have been set on fire and his entire body shakes as he groans in her ear.

They stay that way, Angel pressed between them, for a few long minutes as they catch their breath. She’s moaning weakly before she goes limp, breathing shallowly, eyes plastered shut. Josh pulls out slowly, grimacing at her shivering moan, soothing her with a hand over her back.

“It’s ok baby, just breathe,” he murmurs, staring at her ass, watching as it clenches, his cum sliding out slowly. His gut burns at the sight, desire and pride and something darker burning into him at the sight. Her thighs are painted with her release and lube and without thinking he trails his fingers through the mess, trembling as he rubs it into her skin for a moment.

Pulling away, he meets the gaze of Jeffrey, sharing a tired, affectionate smile before jerking his head towards the bathroom. “Hold onto her while I run a bath,” he murmurs, waiting for the other man’s bod before hurrying away.

Angel is barely coherent or conscious, held firm in Jeffrey’s arms, the blankets pulled up around them when she shivers and moves restlessly. He peers at her where she’s got her cheek pressed to his chest, eyes hooded but lips curled up in an exhausted smile.

“Hey there sweetheart,” Jeffrey murmurs, smiling softly at her, “you were incredible,” he praises, watching as she flushes and nuzzles into the hand stroking her cheek.

“Thank you sir.”

Her voice is weak and raspy, but the pleasure in her eyes at the praise is genuine and it sends a little shiver of delight through him. She’s pure and sweet and far too good for either him or Josh, but if she loves Josh, he can only support his friend and his lover however he can.

He’ll be interested to hear how Josh got entangled in this mess and what he plans to do about the fact that he’s still a priest.

The man in question returns and gently lifts Angel into his arms, shushing her when she makes a soft noise, tucking her head into his throat. Jeffrey watches as they disappear into the bathroom before Josh is back and waving a hand.

“This tub is big enough to seat four,” he murmurs with a grin, “might as well get clean now.”

Jeffrey follows Josh into the bathroom and into the tub, sighing as the hot water soothes his muscles. He watches as Josh washes Angel, murmuring softly to her as his fingers rub through her hair. It’s sweet and tender and entirely unlike any experience he’s ever shared with the man.

By the time they’re all clean, Angel is mostly asleep, limbs loose and limp as Josh tucks her into one of his T-shirts and a pair of clean panties. Josh tugs on his briefs and Jeffrey follows suit, the pair heading out to the living room suite to enjoy a few fingers of whiskey.

The bedroom door is cracked open so he can hear if she calls for him, but he doubts very much that will happen; she was snoring when they walked out and he’s not too far behind her in terms of exhaustion.

Jeffrey eyes him speculatively from across the way as he reclines into the plush couch, eyes hooded and dark. There’s a speculative gleam in them that Josh knows means his old friend and lover has been thinking and now has something to say.

Taking a seat on the chaise diagonal from him, Josh sips his whiskey and waves a hand—go ahead it says.

Jeffrey smirks and takes another sip before speaking.

“You’re in love with her.”

It’s not a question and Josh doesn’t treat it as such, just lifts a brow as he waits for something to respond to.

“She’s 18, pretty young, don’t you think?”

Josh contemplates it for a minute, sipping his whiskey before responding.

“She is young, but she’s also just gone through a tremendous loss in her life that has demanded she grow up far faster than her peers.”

He pauses and chuckles, “Or you and I for that matter.”

Jeffrey laughs softly too, the two men sharing a knowing look loaded with affection and memories. The older man smiles and shakes his head thoughtfully, “What the hell were you thinking man? She’s a student, she has to be confused as fuck about this,” he murmurs, brow furrowing, “You honestly think this was a smart decision?”

Josh laughs harshly, shaking his head slowly as he takes a long sip of his whiskey. “Hell no it wasn’t smart Jeff, but when have you ever known me to display any sign of intelligence?”

Jeffrey doesn’t laugh at this, frowns instead. “So what are you going to do?” he asks, “leave the church? Marry her? Have 2.5 kids and a white picket fence?” he drawls sarcastically.

Josh bites back his temper; Jeffrey wouldn’t ask these questions if he wasn’t a good, decent man who was worried for his friend, so answering in anger isn’t going to come across well.

“Yea actually. I’m working on the paperwork and I plan to leave when she graduates and goes to college. I’ll be the guardian to her siblings and one day, I’ll marry her.”

He pauses and grins, “and I was thinking one kid to start. Maybe a cat, or a dog.” His lips curl into a soft, warm smile as he pictures Angel, not for the first time, pregnant and soft, all curves and new life.

Jeffrey watches his friend with amusement, realizing just how in love he was with the young woman sleeping in the other room. To give up his calling to the church, to take on parenthood and marriage...it was all an enormous change from the wild young man he had known decades ago.

Smiling softly, he nodded and raised his glass in a toast, “Here’s to your future then man.” They tapped glasses and shared a smile before sinking back into their seats, sipping on the whiskey till it was gone. When Josh rose to head back to bed, Jeffrey gathered up his clothes and bade him a quiet goodnight before slipping out, the soft click of the door loud in the quiet of the suite.

As Josh slid into bed next to Angel, he laid on his side, watching her sleep, heart painfully tight in his chest. If someone had told him six months ago that he would fall into a relationship with a woman nearly twenty years his junior--one of his students noless--he wouldn’t have believed it.

He had been responsible, mature, cool headed, a good priest and leader to the community, but when he had begun noticing Angel and her brilliance, beauty and charm, he had been drawn to her, unable to look away, unable to ignore his growing attraction.

He couldn’t imagine his life without her now. The mere idea of her ever leaving him, not loving him, it made his stomach hurt and his heart beat irregularly. He’d do anything to keep her happy, to make sure she stayed in his life for the rest of his days.

Her lashes fluttered on her cheeks, long and thick and dark and it made his heart flutter in reply. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her brow, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin like it was everything he needed to survive. She made a soft noise in her sleep and without hesitation, he slid his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, humming contentedly when her nose brushed against his skin.

“I love you my sweet Angel,” he whispered, hands tightening on her as she made soft noises and wiggled against him. When she had settled his eyes slid closed, inhaling the scent of her, feeling the heat of her pressed against him like a balm to his soul, and he knew, he was irrevocably hers.

Always.

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