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Proverbs 5:19

☾ Pairing : Human Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Fem!Reader

☆ Warnings : mdni. Priest!Alastor, implied chubby!reader, noncanon Alastor, dubcon, coercion, blasphemy, abuse of authority, blood kink, blood drinking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering (f receiving), cunnulingus, catholic prayers used in a sexual context, scriptures used to coerce, cum eating, size kink, loss of virginity (implied, not talked about), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, literally just smut

☾ WC : 9.8k

☆ A/N : Taking a break from Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea to write Alastor smut ^^ This contains heavy Christian imagery, so if it's something you are uncomfortable with, this fic might not be for you! I really enjoyed writing this; it's my first time writing smut for Alastor, so hopefully I do not disappoint you all. I also posted the fic on AO3, if you'd prefer reading there. Have fun!

There was something about going to church that felt incredibly soothing. The deafening silence every time you walked in during the early hours of the day, steps echoing against the painted ceiling and colourful rose window, the shadows dancing behind the burning wicks of the candles set on each side of the main aisle, the smell of dust dancing in the air like a reminder of how desolate the people who came to visit truly were. You had not always been religious, but you had found peace in believing that there was a divine truth, that being good in this life would give you eternal bliss.

The church was a small one, and an old one; how it was still standing you had no idea. It was annexed to a small decrepit churchyard with moss-covered headstones that dated from at least two centuries ago. To any passersby, it'd be believed to be abandoned, as the outside of the building was quite literally falling apart, the bricks slowly eroding and the tiles covering the roof covered with the same moss as the headstones. The exterior appearance did not matter however, only the inside did; that's where God resided after all.

Despite its age, the inside and of the church was well kept. Yes, the rose window was cracked, and, as an attempt to keep the place as pure as possible, electricity had never been installed. The candles did the job of keeping the inside lit, and as for the temperature, well, dressing warmly was mandatory during the colder months of the year. The benches were old and the varnish that had once covered them was long gone; dents and chips could be found here and there, but they were still sturdy. The altar was small and simple, a wooden thing settled on a small stage that hovered only a few inches above the floor. Near the entrance sat a confessional which reeked of mould, but in the absolute presence of God, the smell was easily forgotten.

You had a habit of going to pray most days when you were not bedridden from the exhaustion of spending the night reading your favourite verses. 5 AM; the perfect time to pray, just as the world welcomed the sun's warmth and light. Very rarely did you meet anyone else; it had happened a few times, mostly old people nearing death coming to ask for absolution for their sins. Otherwise, the only person you had seen was the priest, whom you only had spoken to once or twice. He would look at you while you kneeled and mumbled prayers and verses, a smile plastered on his face.

It was the only downside of it all, that unsettling presence. The priest, a handsome man you had apologized to God for finding attractive, was always smiling. It was a bone-chilling sight; it made you feel as though he could see right through you, like he had access to every single thought that cluttered the inside of your mind. He had asked for your name once and had told you to have a 'delightful rest of the day'. That day had turned out to be horrible, as you had learned your grandmother was diagnosed with stage four cancer and only had a few months left. You had prayed for her, but God had decided to take her, nonetheless. Your subconscious had linked the priest's words as a direct cause of your grandmother's tragic diagnosis, and you had tried your best to avoid talking to him ever since.

When you woke up that morning, sweaty and feeling stickiness between your thighs, you felt sick to your stomach remembering the dreams that had plagued your mind in your slumber. A faceless man, dragging his lips down your stomach, his fingers touching your body in a way that was so sinful; the only logical explanation was that you had been visited by an incubus, an agent of evil. God was testing you, letting evil reach you to see if you'd be as faithful as Job or if you'd succumb to sin like Eve had. You cleaned yourself and changed your nightgown to proper clothes, putting a slightly warm coat on before leaving your house.

The sun had not yet started to show itself, and a thick fog floated above the quiet streets. The sky was covered with grey clouds that seemed to hang low, you wondered if you could touch them if you reached up, but your mind was too preoccupied with your predicament to try and touch something so close to Heaven. Mind running faster than a hare trying to escape a wolf, you tried to convince yourself simple prayers would do, but a loud voice kept coming back, telling you this could only be forgiven by confessing. The thought of having to talk to the priest whom you had convinced yourself was the catalyst of your grandmother's death made you want to cry, but the thought of failing God and disappointing Him was far more upsetting. You reached the church as the first rays of light made the dew covering the Earth glisten, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Your eyes fell upon the priest, who was bent down in the middle of the aisle, a long match in his hand as he lit the candles up. You froze, your eyes running across his shoulders and back. The door closed loudly behind you, and you jumped; the man's head snapped in your direction, his smile growing when he saw who had just walked in.

"You are quite early today, my dear," the priest stated simply, his focus going back to the unlit candles that still begged to melt under the burning flames. "Luckily enough, our Creator does not sleep; we're under scrutiny every second of our time on this earth."

You gulped at the words, the implications they held. You crept closer to the man, fidgeting as you thought of what to say. You let out a small quiet sigh, biting down your bottom lip as you stopped and stood a few feet away from him. The man straightened up and turned in your direction, his head tilted to the left as his gaze travelled across your face, "Oh my, whatever has you this upset?"

Your cheeks flushed as your eyes shifted from his eyes to the floor, the shame of what you had yet to confess weighing down your shoulders like the cross your Saviour had carried through heat and pain. You felt tiny, the priest towering over you; he had to be close to two feet taller than you. Had this been how Lucifer felt when he was at last pushed to meet his fate in the depths, a force greater than all administrating the final judgment? Sinfully powerless, a mere weak being? Tears gathered at your lower lash lines as you spoke, oh so quietly, your voice like the echo of an echo, "Father, I have sinned."

Seconds passed, silent ones, before the man hummed and walked past you, making his way to the front of the church. You twirled around, your eyes landing on where the priest now stood, in front of the old rotting confessional. You gulped, nodding to no one in particular before slowly making your way to the man who was stepping into the booth, the door closing behind him. You did the same, slowly closing the door after giving the empty church one last look, your eyes lingering a few seconds on the nailed Christ resting behind the altar, seemingly judging you.

You sat down, cringing at the creaking of the wood beneath your weight. The grille was pulled up, the silhouette of the man on the other side vaguely distinguishable. You took a deep breath, then spoke softly as you brought your right hand to your forehead, the gesture almost instinctual, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." You put your hand on your thigh, staring at the unmoving priest, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is.... too much time, since my last confession. I am a university student, in my last year to obtain a bachelor's degree." A low hum was heard, and you shifted in your seat, trying to find the exact words for your confession.

"Father, something terrible happened last night. In my weakened sleeping state, evil befell me. I was plagued with sinful dreams. You must understand, I am thoroughly devoted to Christ and our Lord, never have I let a man, or anyone, disgrace the body I was given; never have I had thoughts or dreams of this kind. I fear my will is not strong enough, that this evil shall come back and torment me. I fear I will fall into sin, just as our first predecessors did. I am nothing but willing, Father, so please, do help me. I am sorry for all these sins, and the sins of my past life."

You sniffled, wiping away the tears that had fallen down your rosy cheeks, your eyes glued on the silhouette of the man beyond the grille. His silence made you want to cry even more; were you a lost case? Had your fate already been sealed, your soul now tainted because of the touch of evil in such sacred places? You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited, seconds becoming minutes.

"This evil you speak of, what exactly has it done to you?" His voice seemed to have dropped lower, the sound a bit raspier. You furrowed your brow slightly at the question; you had been clear about the incident. As if feeling your hesitation, the priest continued, "Ma chère, only by knowing exactly what this evil put you through can I give you absolution."

You felt a blush creep up your neck, and flinched as the crack of thunder was heard beyond the church walls; your heartbeat quickened, was this Him telling you to obey?

You let out a small breath, before speaking up, the words shaky, "As I slept, this evil... Entered my dreams. It took advantage of my defenselessness. It disgraced my soul and my body. Upon waking up, there was... Remains of the sinful things it had my body do." You could feel the man's stare on you despite the grille separating you, causing yours to drop to your knees, feeling vulnerable.

"What sinful things did it inflict upon you?" Rain had started falling, as if the sky itself cried for you; the sound of it hammered against the roof, a continuous wail of grief for your poor soul.

"Father, I don't understand how this is necessa-"

"Do you not want absolution? Do you desire to be locked out of His kingdom? The choice is yours," his tone was harsher, demanding, even. You gulped and shook your head; no, that was not what you wanted. It was the furthest thing from it.

"I apologize for questioning your words, Father," you began, fidgeting with the hem of your coat, "From what I can remember... This evil took the shape of a man. A faceless man. I was in bed, and it joined me, and... We, uh, we kissed. It took my nightgown off." Your hands felt clammy, and you couldn't help but press your thighs together as you recollected the events of your dreams. "It kissed my breasts, then my stomach. It went... Down there, and stayed there until my whole body tensed up. Afterwards, it pushed itself inside me, it thoroughly disgraced my body. When I woke up, my body showed signs that it had reacted to the defiling. Father, please, believe me when I tell you that I was coerced by evil."

Thunder was heard again, breaking the silence that had settled between you and the priest. As the minutes passed, you became uneasy; was the man disgusted with you? Could he sense the sins radiating from your being? He cleared his throat, breaking your train of thought. Your eyes went back to his silhouette, waiting for him to speak up.

"I fear this is beyond the power bestowed upon me, dear," his voice was silky, it made warmth spread inside your chest, as if the vibrations it had created affected your very cells.

Your eyes widened; that was impossible. You had confessed and explained the evil that had haunted you. You had done exactly what He told His followers to do, confessed and asked for forgiveness. You shuffled closer to the grille, tearing up as you begged, "Father, please, there must be a way. I will do anything; I will suffer just like our Saviour has if it's what it takes. I'm supplying you, help me get rid of this evil."

“Very well,” the man said. You watched as his silhouette stood up and opened the door of the booth before it disappeared. The door of your little chamber opened, and you turned your head to look at the tall priest, who adjusted his glasses as he stared down at you. You took a few seconds to really look at him. Despite his smile that made shivers run down your spine, the man was handsome. His skin was tan, his hair dark and styled in an old-fashioned way. His features were sharp, intimidating, almost. Towering over you, his shoulders were wider than some quarterbacks’, and his waist was ridiculously small compared to them. His hands seemed to be twice the size of yours, and you found yourself wondering how he managed to button up his shirts with such big hands.

You looked back at his face as you blushed, realizing the man before you knew of your body in such intimate ways. You slowly stood up as you held his gaze, unsure of what to say next. He took a step aside and gestured for you to step out of the confessional, before closing the door behind you. The priest smiled down at you, “Follow me, dear.”

He started walking down the aisle, the flames of the candles on each side of it dancing as he passed by. You hesitantly followed him, looking out one of the small windows to see the rain pouring onto the world as lightning illuminated the sky. He stopped at the altar and turned to you, his smile ever present. You stopped in front of the stage; sinners did not belong anywhere close to that sacred place. The man stayed silent and with a gesture of his hand, permitted you to step up. You gulped and got on the stage, feeling extremely out of place.

“There is one way for you to repent,” he began, his stare fixed on you, “Though it is a bit unorthodox. The choice is yours, but you must remember that there is no place for sinners in Heaven.” He watched as you nodded quickly; you were eager to be forgiven, to go back to being free of sin. The corner of his lips twitched before he uttered one word, “Strip.”

Your eyes widened as your face turned a deeper shade of crimson. Stripping? You searched his face for hints of dishonesty, hoping he was playing a sick joke on you, but to your dismay, he was serious. Your body was frozen as you looked at him, not even the booming thunder making you flinch.

You opened your mouth to ask why, but the man beat you to it, answering your question before you even uttered a word, “Only by showing Him precisely how this evil tainted you can you be absolved. There is no need to be shy, ma chérie; isn’t He all-knowing? All-seeing? Wasn’t the shame of nudity created by His first creations’ sin? There is no purer form of devotion than to go beyond the embarrassment and bare yourself to Him; than to accept the vulnerable nature of your existence.”

He brought his right hand up to lay it flat against the wooden altar, observing you as you fought an inner battle with your dignity. His words were true, the wisdom of a man devoted to God, of someone who knew scriptures and their meaning. As if feeling your unmoving incertitude, he spoke up once again, “Proverbs 28:13.”

You blinked up at him, mind searching for the verse you had read many times before. You licked your bottom lip with your tongue before reciting softly, “He who covers his sins will not prosper, but whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy.” The priest hummed, and you raised your gaze to the crucifix hung on the wall behind the altar, feeling as if He was patiently waiting for you to submit to His will. You puffed out a small breath as you nodded to yourself, a hand coming up to the zipper of your coat, slowly bringing it down to then shrug off the piece of clothing and letting it fall on the floor.

You could already feel the wet cold seep through your thin sweater, but you ignored the feeling as you grabbed the bottom of it and lifted it up until it was completely off you; it dropped, finding its place next to your coat at your feet. Your eyes were unfocused, staring into thin air as you slipped your thumbs under the elastic band of your skirt, pushing it down so it pooled at your ankles. You stepped out of it, getting slightly closer to the priest whose gaze was burning your skin despite the goosebumps covering it. You brought a hand to your back, unclasping your bra before slowly taking it off, baring your breasts to the man. Your nipples hardened as the freezing air licked them and you bit hard down your bottom lip as you slid your underwear down your legs, then stepped out of your shoes, leaving you only wearing your lace-arbored anklets.

The man lifted a hand in your direction, a silent request for you to grab it. You did so all while avoiding looking up at him and followed him as he made his way behind the altar, his fingers squeezing yours slightly, “Our Lord blessed you with rare beauty, dear one, what a shame it led evil to you.” You gasped softly as his other hand wrapped around your waist, your eyes shooting up to look at him. He was still smiling, though his eyes seemed clouded with something you could not put your finger on.

He let go of your hand and grabbed the other side of your waist before effortlessly hoisting you up on the altar, the skin of your ass stinging from the cold of the wooden surface. Your gaze was questioning, and the man recited, his voice low and quieter than it had previously been, “I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.” You gaped at him; a true man of God, that’s what he was. “Offer your body to Him, and you shall be absolved. Show Him what evil has done to you, so He can forgive and make you pure again,” he held your stare, his pupils slightly dilated. You nodded once, and the priest stepped aside, leaving you to face your Saviour in your naked glory.

You slowly leaned back, using your left elbow to not completely lie down on the wood. You brought your trembling right hand to your lips, the tip of your index finger stroking the pink flesh as you recalled where the lips of the faceless man had touched you. They lingered there for a few seconds before dipping to your neck, dancing around the column of your throat as your eyes fluttered shut; if goosebumps had not already been covering your body fault of the moist cold, they would have appeared, the feeling titillating. Your chest rose and fell in a timely rhythm as you dragged your touch to your breasts where your finger gently caressed your right nipple. Your lips parted, small breaths making their way out as you gathered with your small hand the heavy fat of your breast, squeezing. You could feel the stare of the priest on you, but you attempted to ignore it as you kept going.

Your fingers went down your stomach, using your nails to slightly scratch the skin, and they stopped a few inches below your belly button. You opened your eyes and looked at the crucifix; His peaceful expression, despite being nailed and in pain, gave you courage and you spread your legs, giving your Saviour the perfect view of your most intimate era. You nibbled on your bottom lip as you slowly brought your fingers down, choking on a soft moan when they made contact with your clit. The simple touch made your composure fall a little, your lips parted as your face reddened, feeling more exposed than you had ever felt before. You gently pushed against the bundle of nerves, gasping as your fingers started to move, following a small eight-pattern.

You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your ribcage, matching the loud striking of the heavenly fire against the earth beyond the safety of the church walls. Soft pants left your mouth as you started working on yourself, closing your eyes to focus on the memories of the previous night. Every touch and stroke were vividly drawn in your mind, your fingers moving in an almost instinctual way, leaving you a whimpering mess. You moved your elbow that was holding your weight, slowly leaning your back against the cold wood, before bringing the now free hand to your face, covering your mouth with it as your thighs trembled. Your body was thrumming, humming with new sensations, your mind as foggy as the early morning that had welcomed you when you had stepped out of your home.

Lost in pleasure, you jumped, your eyes shooting open as you felt long fingers wrap around your wrist, the priest looking down at you, his own eyes sharper and darker than they had been earlier. Your fingers nestled between your thighs stopped moving as you stared at him, but he tsked, “My dear, you must not hide anything from Him. These lovely, sinful sounds you make, are not to be repressed. Let them be; let Him hear what evil inflicted upon you,” his voice sent a chill down your spine, your back arching slightly. You watched as the corner of his lips twitched and let him pull your hand away from your mouth, gulping as you nodded weakly. “Good girl.”

Your breath hitched at the praise, eyes not leaving his’ as your fingers started to move once again, bringing your legs up to rest your heels against the altar, spreading your legs a bit more. As if in a trance, your gaze fixed on the priest as you moaned and gasped, your hips twitching as you rubbed your clit. You saw his Adam’s apple bob, his eyes narrowing as you used your free hand to caress the skin of your stomach, slowly inching towards your left breast. Your fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance, and with a bite on your bottom lip and a pinch of your nipple, you pushed your middle finger all the way to the second knuckle, your eyes widening at the feeling. You let out a throaty whine, pressing your head harder against the wooden surface that supported your weight. The cold was long forgotten, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, muscles spasming here and there.

You slid your other hand between your thighs, the digits quickly finding your clit and gently stimulating it as you managed to push your finger further inside yourself. The faceless man from your dreams had used three fingers, and you could only wonder how your dream self had taken them, as you were struggling with a lonely, short finger. Despite the uncomfortable feeling, you bit down your lip and pushed your index alongside the finger that was already pressed inside you. Your face scrunched up at the stretch, a silent sob echoing through the dimly lit space. You felt your walls clench around your digits, your free hand still working on your clit as a way to make the dull ache more bearable. You waited a minute, giving your body time to adjust to the feeling, before carefully pulling the fingers out and thrusting them back in, a surprised whimper leaving your lips as a new feeling started to blossom in your lower stomach.

You arched your back and started speeding up the motion of your hands, unable to keep quiet as your body grew warmer and more tense. Your eyes fluttered open to look up at the priest, who was as still as Christ watching you from His cross on the wall. As you exhaled, you pushed a third finger in, welcoming the stretch with a high-pitched whine. Your knees dropped down onto the altar, leaving your womanhood fully exposed; you watched as the man glanced at where your hands were working in tandem to replicate almost exactly what the evil from your dream had done to you. You gathered the little concentration you had left and started muttering through gasps and moans, “Compassionate Father, you are the Lord who rescues His people. When I am overwhelmed with shame, help me find solace in you. You have said that you will help—though my sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are as red as crimson, they shall be like wool. Remind me that I have been purified by you, that the curse of sin and evil is no longer upon me. In your powerful name, Ame-” You were cut off by a large hand wrapping around your lower face, the feeling making your body jolt.

Right, it had to be the same as the dream; you had not uttered a prayer in it, far from it. You closed your eyes, moaning against the palm covering your mouth, as you focused on the growing tension in your core. Every second felt like minutes and every minute felt like hours as you quickly thrust your fingers in and out, all while you rubbed and nudged your clit. The pressure was almost unbearable, your whole body twitching as your hips tried to follow the movements of your digits as if they had a mind of their own. The priest moved his hand away, and you opened your eyes to watch him bring it to his mouth where he licked his palm, which was covered with your drool.

Something snapped inside of you and a loud sob made its way out of your throat as your muscles tensed up, your walls clenching tightly around your fingers as you stilled them, your mind unable to think about anything beyond the blinding pleasure that took over your body. Your eyes rolled back, pitiful sounds leaving your mouth as your back arched from the altar, your thighs squeezing together, trapping your hands between them. This felt so much better than it had felt in your dream. You teared up; the Lord’s love was so strong; evil could not even compare.

After a few seconds, your body relaxed, and you were left panting and sweaty, as if you had just run a marathon. Slowly opening your eyes, your vision became clearer as you blinked, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the crucifix, then up to the priest who had not moved. You removed your hands from between your thighs and brought your left one up to wipe the pearls of sweat on your forehead with the back of it. You wrapped your right arm around your chest, trying to hide your breasts as you spoke up, your voice small but hoarse, “Have I done it, Father? Am I free of sin? Has our Lord given me absolution?” Hope lingered; you had done what you were told to do, you had been good, and your Lord was good and forgiving, He had to have seen how faithful you were.

The man’s eyebrows raised before he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly, “My dear, this was only your confession. The truest and purest form of confession.” Your smile dropped. You looked at him as he made his way closer to the wall, where he stopped in front of the crucifix that had observed you as you worked on yourself. His chin tilted up as he looked at it, before his head slowly turned to look at you, “But confession is not enough for this type of sin, sadly; you must also be cleansed.”

You sat up, your brows furrowed, watching as the man stepped closer to you. He stood in front of you, his right hand coming to rest on your thigh, just above your knee. His touch was warm and inviting, but you still wondered what his words meant, so you asked, “Cleansed?”

His thumb stroked your skin as he hummed and brought his other hand up to your shoulder, pushing your hair behind it, “Yes, dearest, cleansed. Your body was defiled by evil, it must be purified. You’ve shown our Lord and Saviour how, and now He shall reclaim your body as His’.” You looked at him, your eyes round and big, trying to make sense of the words that had just been spoken. A small pout appeared on your lips, and the tall priest bent down, his face now closer to yours as he said, his voice slightly louder than a whisper, “You are so easy to read, you know? But to ease your confusion; I shall represent our Lord and make you pure again.”

You froze, the realization of what the man meant hitting you just like David’s stone had hit Goliath. You gaped at him, your mouth opening and closing, searching your brain for the right words to speak, afraid to insult God and the man who stood before you. You gulped and said after taking in a deep breath, “Our Lord… I cannot think of mentions of this procedure in the scriptures,” you blinked, your eyes shining as you looked into his’. “Father, has this procedure been tested before? Where does it come from?”

His long fingers dug into the fat of your thigh as you saw the muscle of his jaw clench, a small whimper leaving your lips at the feeling. He kept squeezing, his creepy smile growing, “Are you implying my authority was not given to me by our Lord? That my will does not stem from His’? That I would go against scriptures, something I have devoted my life to?” You shook your head quickly; you had messed up. You were to never question the words of a priest, for he was much closer to God than you were, and you had done just that. This evil needed to leave; it made you do, think and say things that would only make you unworthy of Heaven.

“Father, do forgive me! This evil, it has taken control of my body and sou-”

“There’s no need for that. I shall make your sins a purest white than Abraham’s sacrificial lamb. You will be reborn a new woman, utterly sinless,” he inched his hand higher on your thigh, “That is what you want, isn’t it? To let your God make you pure again?” You gave him a slow nod and his smile widened as he brought his free hand to his face, removing his glasses and putting them on the altar next to you. He nudged your knees open and settled between them, sliding a hand against the back of your head as he sang praise to you, “What a good girl you are, ma chère.”

His lips smashed against yours and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to follow his lead. The hand resting on your thigh slid to your waist and forced you to get closer to him, his chest pressing against your naked breasts. You moaned into the kiss, pictures of your dream flooding your mind, causing you to wrap your legs around his tiny waist and arms around his neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting the man run his tongue along your bottom lip, your mouth opening slightly in response. His kisses travelled down your chin, to your throat, his teeth nipping at your skin as you let your head fall back, giving him better access.

His mouth slid to your chest, and you lowered your chin to look down at him as he wrapped his swollen lips around your left nipple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed him closer to you, arching your back slightly. His eye shot up to look at you, humming against your skin, the vibration leaving you a whimpering mess. He separated from your pink, wet bud with a last lick, smiling as he flicked your other nipple with his thumb, “So eager for absolution, aren’t you?” Your soft pants were interrupted with a small gulp as you nodded once again; there was nothing you wanted more. He ran a hand up and down your thigh before grabbing it and removing it from his waist, doing the same motion with the other one a few seconds later. You silently watched as he kneeled, his face a few inches away from your exposed core. The sight made your heart skip a beat.

Something caught your eyes on the wall, and you looked up, seeing a rainbow light up the crucifix hung on the wall; the rain and thunder had dissipated as suddenly as they had appeared, and sun rays were beaming through the colourful tainted glass of the rose window at the entrance of the church. A small smile tugged at your lips, this had to be a sign you were on the right path. You bit down your bottom lip and gazed down, seeing the priest eyeing your womanhood, a hungry look on his face. Your cheeks reddened as you waited for the man to do something.

He slowly inched closer, and let his nose nudge your puffy clit, causing you to gasp softly at the feeling. You felt something warm run up and down your slit, your grip on his hair tightening as he flattened his tongue against your entrance. Your brows knitted, a small noise leaving your lips as he started to move his wet appendage up and down, moving his head slightly as he did so to get his nose to bump against your clit with each lick. His hands went to your ass, and he brought you even closer to his face; you wondered how he could even breathe.

Your mind started to wander as pleasure slowly took over your limbs; was the man between your legs mistaking you for a wine-filled chalice? The slurping noises his mouth was making against you travelled through your body and rendered you dizzy. You pushed his hair back from his forehead and his eyes shot open to look up at you as his fingers dug into the fat of your ass. His pupils were dilated to the point that you could barely see his iris and there was wetness spreading on his cheeks and nose. Lips parted, you sighed and slightly scratched his scalp with your nails, leaving the man groaning as his stare was still fixed on your face. One of his hands made its way down your thigh and disappeared from your view before it reappeared; a dainty wooden-beaded rosary was dangling from his fingers.

The priest took his mouth away from you, a wide smirk painting his lips as he grabbed your wrist and dropped the prayer beads in your much smaller palm. His other hand came forward and started stroking the skin of your inner thigh as he wrapped his long digits around yours, forcing you to hold the rosary. He licked his bottom lip before speaking up, “You know how this works, don’t you?” His smile grew as he watched you nod, “Perfect. Recite them in your head, except the Five Decades; you must recite those aloud. It’s Thursday, so Luminous Mysteries. Whatever your Lord has planned next and does to you, you must keep going, understood?” You nodded again but he shook his head, “Use your words, dearest.”

“I understand, Father,” you said, your voice small.

The man hummed and let go of your hand, dropping it to your other thigh, massaging the skin there as well. His gaze dropped to where your thumb moved to make the Sign of the Cross on the small crucifix pendant. You closed your eyes as you started reciting the Apostles’ Creed, surrendering your body to the faithful man kneeling before you. His lips pressed against you as you finished the first prayer, your finger moving to the first bead. He fell into a now familiar rhythm, leaving you incapable of staying silent as you breathed out soft moans. Something prodded at your entrance and slowly slipped in as you fell back against the altar with a thud. You arched your back as it kept going, much deeper than you had reached with your fingers. It pumped in and out a few times before the man added a second finger, the pressure and stretch making you whimper.

His tongue kept alternating between sucking on and flicking your clit as you busied yourself with prayers. The priest hummed against you before removing himself; you opened your eyes and lifted your head from the wooden surface, eyes widening when you saw blood on his chin and bottom lip. He removed his fingers from you and showed them to you; they were bloody too. You stared at him silently, uncertain of what to say, but he broke the silence, “See what the evil has left in you? Aren’t you so lucky your Lord is ever so forgiving? That he’s cleaning you up to make you free of sin?” You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek. His eyes were gleaming as his fingers went to your lower stomach, smearing the blood on your skin, which made goosebumps appear.

You studied his face, his sharp, dark hooded eyes were staring at you under his defined eyebrows, his plump lips were stretched in a smile; his tanned cheeks and chin were coated with a sheening coat of your wetness and blood. His hair was now messy—your doing—and his fingers were slowly making their way back to your slit. Without thinking about it, you reached out and cupped his cheek with your free hand, rubbing your thumb against his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to lick your digit as his fingers sank back in you, knocking the breath out of you. Your eyes closed shut as you gasped, your hand falling from his face to rest on your hip. You heard him laugh under his breath before the warmth of his mouth was back on you. Your mind reminded you of the rosary you were holding, and you started reciting the Hail Mary.

As you neared the end of the Glory Be, you felt the man add another finger, the stretch making your eyes tear up as you mewled weakly. The words of the prayer passed in your mind, disappearing as he started to thrust them in and out. Your walls clenched tightly around his digits as your chest rose and fell quickly, panting as your body tried to get adjusted to the burning feeling.

Your fingers landed on the first Decade, and you gathered all your strength to start reciting the prayer, your voice shaky, “Then Jesus came to Galilee to the Jordan to John, to be baptized by him. John would have prevented him, saying ‘I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?’ But Jesus answered him, ‘Let it be so now; for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness.’ Then he consented.” You were interrupted by a yelp as you felt the priest’s teeth grazing your clit, your free hand landing in his hair, gripping it. Your hips kept twitching as you kept going, stuttering through the words, “And when Jesus was baptized, he went up immediately from the water, and behold, the heavens were opened and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and alighting on him; and lo, a voice from heaven, saying, ‘This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.’”

The drag of the man’s fingers had turned pleasurable, and you felt your muscles tense up, the feeling in your lower stomach rapidly growing. You pushed on the back of his head, searching for more friction, and you moaned out loudly when he started mumbling against your clit as his fingers kept moving, “Oh my Jesus, forgive me of my sins, save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those who have most need of your mercy.” You could not register the words but the movements of his lips on you made you come undone, your back arching from the altar as your thighs trapped his head in place, your hips lifting to follow his fingers and urge him to press his tongue harder against you. Your every muscle tensed up, crying out as the waves of your orgasm hit you just like the Red Sea had crashed into the Egyptians as He closed its parting. You spasmed around him, your walls trying to push his fingers out, and you felt wetness drip down your ass.

He separated from your clit, kissing it softly as he removed his digits from you, slowly standing up as you cracked your eyes open, your body still jolting randomly as it calmed down from your high. The light coming from the rose window had moved, and from your angle, it looked like a halo surrounding the priest’s head; a breathtaking sight that had you gape in awe. You watched as he tugged at the collar of his shirt, taking his Roman collar off and letting it fall to his feet. Your wetness was dripping from his lips which were harbouring a soft smile, his hands moving unhurriedly to unbutton his cassock. His eyes travelled up and down your spent body, then to the rosary you had forgotten you were still holding; you clenched your fingers around it and moved to a new bead, your lips moving silently as you recited the Hail Mary in your mind.

You kept your eyes on his hands as they reached the last button, the man shrugging off the black piece of clothing, revealing he was wearing a white tank top and black pants underneath it. You gulped at the true size of his shoulders; you had thought his cassock gave the illusion he was large, but even with it off, he looked huge. The smallness of his waist only accentuated how massive the built of the priest was. He had muscles but they were lean; despite it all, he looked strong and exuded a masculine aura that had you squirming in place.

Your observations were interrupted by his voice, “Do you feel like the weight of your sin has lessened, ma chère?” You dipped your chin once; you did feel lighter. The man grinned wider as his hands wrapped around your waist, bringing your torso up effortlessly so you were now sitting. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning over so his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, whispering, “You did so well, dear, you’re almost as pure as the day you were born. There’s only a step left in this procedure, but it will hurt at first.” He pressed a hand on the back of your head and pushed forward, forcing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck. You inhaled and felt his fingers massage your scalp gently.

He smelled so intoxicating; a mixture of moss, rain, coffee, tobacco and a hint of something floral emitted from his skin. You realized you had pressed your lips against the man’s neck when you felt him tense up, his hand stilling in your hair. You backed away slightly, blushing so brightly you were grateful he could not see your face, muttering an apology. His body relaxed again, and he hummed, “There’s no need for apologies. Bite down my shoulder—don’t be scared to bite hard—it will make you focus on something else.”

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant but pressed your lips together when you heard a zipper, followed by the shuffling of clothes between your bodies. You brought your hands to his chest, the rosary still in your hand, fingers fidgeting with the beads as you felt one of his large and cold hands spread your thighs a little further apart. You felt his fingers run up and down your slit and you gasped at the feeling, your nails slightly digging into the muscles of his chest. A wet sound travelled up to your ears and you closed your eyes, a shiver running down your spine when you felt a hand drop to your hip, kneading the fat there, and his voice, now a low murmur, “Bite down.”

You barely had the time to process the words that you felt pressure against your entrance which ceded, your walls wrapping around something so thick you shrieked before sinking your teeth into the man’s shoulder. It felt like you were being split in half; the thickness slowly forced its way inside you as tears gathered at your lower lash lines before they dripped down your cheeks. You bit down harder and pulled away quickly when you felt iron-tasting warmth coat the inside of your mouth, but the hand still in your hair pushed you against the bleeding bite mark, the priest almost growling, “Bite, and drink. At this moment, I am God; I am Christ. His blood is mine, and my blood is His’. Savour, dear one, and let me cleanse you inside out.” You let out a shaky breath before sinking your teeth back in his flesh, your brows knitting as he pushed his length an inch deeper inside you, “So obedient.”

You let the blood fill your mouth and swallowed, cringing at the taste but unwilling to go against Heavenly orders. Your arms snaked around his waist as he kept slowly pushing himself into you. The pain was unbearable, but your mind went to Christ, and how much he had suffered for the sins of all; the ache between your legs was a pinch compared to what he had endured, so you toughened up and let your tongue lap at the blood. Your brain felt foggy, and you could only take it as a sign that it was your body reacting to being filled with the divine energy pouring out from the priest. His length reached deeper than his fingers had, and you wondered how much of it you had left to take in.

You soon had your answer, the man stilling as his pelvis pressed against yours; he was so deep in you, stretching you so wide. Your mouth detached from his neck, and you pressed your forehead against his skin, panting loudly as you tried your best to relax your walls around him. The hand that was in your hair made its way to your waist, squeezing gently as you felt his lips press against your ear once again, “Your Lord is so pleased with you; you’re taking his cock so well. You’ll be redeemed in no time.” He slowly pulled out, leaving only his tip in, before thrusting in you at a medium speed, leaving you sobbing against his neck. It was overwhelming, the feeling of his length rubbing your inside and the warmth spreading in your chest, God’s love making you burn up. The feeling started to transform from pain to pleasurable pressure, your pained cries turning into needy moans.

You had managed to reach the tenth Hail Mary in your mind, your fingers reaching the second Decade. You whimpered out the beginning of the Second Luminous Mystery, “On the third day there was a marriage at Cana in Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there; Jesus also was invited to the marriage, with his disciples.” The priest started moving faster, his hips meeting yours at a much quicker speed; you whined as his tip hit a certain spot inside you, the rosary dropping on the floor as you dug your nails into the man’s shoulder blades. You could not concentrate on anything other than the drag of his length against your walls, panting and gasping each time he bottomed out.

He slightly pulled away from your body and looked down at you, his hips still moving as he brought a hand to grab your jaw from under, forcing you to look at him. He eyed you before crashing his lips against yours, moaning as he tasted his blood in your mouth. You slid your hands up to his hair, tugging at it and scratching his scalp as your teeth clashed together, tongues dancing. You pressed your chest closer to his’ and sighed as your nipples rubbed against his tank top, the feeling sending electric shocks to your core. You parted away from his lips, catching your breath, and your eyes opened and landed on the crucifix watching you; you smiled softly—oh how good was His clemency. Your gaze went back to the priest who was slightly panting, his lower face covered in blood—just like yours— as he smirked at you, sliding his hand to your cheek, stroking the skin tenderly.

In half a second, he pulled out and manhandled you, so you were now bent over the altar, your breasts pressed against the wooden surface as your feet dangled in the air, his large hands holding you up. His knee nudged your legs open wider and you felt him slip back inside you, the new position bringing a different sensation. His hips met your ass, and he started thrusting into you eagerly, loud smacks echoing through the church. You held yourself up on your elbows, holding your head up as you looked at the front door; if someone were to walk in, they would see the priest cleansing you, a Godsent blessing.

Your elbows started to tremble, and the man noticed; he slid a hand below your stomach and hoisted you up against his chest, your back pressed against him. He held you up, his arms wrapped around you as his pelvis smacked against your ass, your feet dangling one foot above the floor. He slid a hand down, his fingers running down your slit, groaning as he felt where you two were connected. He ran them up again and pushed his middle finger against your puffy clit, gently rubbing it as he kept working himself in and out of you. Your head fell back on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin.

You truly never had felt anything like this; if you had been a fool, you’d have thought you were glowing from how fulfilled you felt. The familiar tension grew in your lower stomach, lewd noises leaving your mouth as the man dug the fingers of his other hand into your flesh, holding you closer to him as his movements became erratic. His groans and grunts were sending shivers down your back, only adding to the multitudes of sensations you were currently drowning in. As if he could feel you were close to reaching your orgasm, he mumbled against your neck, “Let go, ma chérie. Let evil leave your body, let God replace it with goodness.”

Your breath hitched and with a few more nudges on your clit, the pressure building inside you snapped. Your vision went white as you came, the feeling different from your previous releases. Even through the waves of pleasure, you could feel something drip down your thighs and could hear squelches as the priest kept thrusting his length in you. Your mouth was open, silent cries leaving your throat as you clenched tightly around the man. You felt his lips move against your neck, but you were too lost in feelings to understand what he was saying.

Your tensed-up muscles slowly relaxed as the remains of your orgasm washed over your body. You whimpered as the man kept moving, your core feeling overstimulated by his length still burying itself inside your sensitive walls. He quickly pushed your front back against the altar, grabbing your hips as he moved both his hips and yours in sync, your nails digging into the wood as your ass smacked against him. His thrusts were harsh and fast, leaving you breathless; tears were streaming down your cheeks at the delightful ache.

His hips stilled, his length buried deep inside you, as he groaned lowly. You felt your inside be flooded with warmth, whining as you dropped your forehead against the wooden surface, the cold of it grounding you. You were panting, the warmth creating a pleasant pressure inside your core as the priest rubbed his thumbs over your Venus dimples. He stayed inside you for a few more seconds, before easing out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He once again manhandled you so you were now sitting facing him, holding your limp body up as he dragged a hand up your moist thigh, grinning, “See this wetness? It was the remains of evil leaving your body.” His hand reached your slit and he gathered a sticky white substance on his fingers, bringing his hand up close to your lips, “And this is goodness. Do remember, my dear, your sins are scarlet and they shall be as white as snow.”

You gaped at him; he truly was a man of God. He pushed his fingers past your lips, and you let him, wrapping them around his digits as your tongue licked at the goodness. The taste was bitter, but as your eyes met his’, all you could think about was how caring and selfless the man standing in front of you was. You had come to him, worrying about your purity, and he had completely cleansed you of sin and given you his own God-gifted goodness, not asking anything in return. He removed his fingers from your mouth and brushed your cheek with the back of his index, his smile not faltering, “What is this look you are giving me?”

You blinked a few times, your cheeks flushing as you realized you had been staring, “Father, I must thank you. My body and soul were barren, and you made them anew again. I do not know how I could ever repay you.” His eyes narrowed at your words, his hand reaching to grab his glasses before he put them on and ran a hand through his hair. It dropped to your thigh and drew shapes on there, his gaze not leaving yours.

“Alastor,” he said simply before stepping away from you and bending down to grab your clothes. Your expression turned to a confused one as you watched him slip your underwear up your legs, your skirt following. You let him dress you, his fingers skilfully clasping your bra behind your back before he motioned you to lift your arms so he could slip your shirt back on. Once dressed he let his hand lay on your thigh again, before he spoke up, “My name is Alastor. Call me by it and your debt is repaid.” He grabbed one of your hands and dropped the rosary in it before grabbing your waist and helping you down the altar, “Keep this, use it whenever you feel evil is near.”

You nodded up at him and smiled, your grin faltering for a second when you saw that the crucifix on the wall had detached and was now hanging upside down. Oddly, you thought nothing of it and you looked back at Alastor, your smile spreading wide, “Thank you, Fa—Alastor.” You squeezed the rosary between your fingers, watching as he bent down once again, but this time to grab his cassock and Roman collar. You stood silently as he buttoned it up and placed the white collar around his neck. He straightened the fabric with his hands, before meeting your eyes.

“You look quite a mess, dearest, you’d better go home and clean yourself.”

Your hand flew up to your face where dried blood was caked on your chin and around your mouth, and you felt a blush creep up your neck at his words; he did not look any better. Despite it, you nodded, shifting on your feet as you thanked him once again, “I cannot express how thankful I am, Alastor, truly. You, uh, you should probably get cleaned up too; people would probably wonder why there’s blood smeared on their priest’s face.” The man chuckled and nodded before bending down to grab your coat, handing it to you once he straightened up. You took it and quickly slipped it on, putting the rosary in one of the pockets.

You clasped your hands together and bit down your bottom lip as the man put a hand against your back and urged you to walk with him. You walked down the main aisle silently, stopping once you had reached the end of it. You turned to him and opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it, “Go, now. Enjoy your newly found purity.” You smiled and dipped your chin once; he grinned back, “I will see you tomorrow, though I am hoping you will not walk back in here with that same pitiful expression you had earlier.”

You let out a small laugh as you gestured that you agreed before giving him one last glance and turning around, walking towards the door. You could feel his stare burn holes in your back but ignore the feeling, pushing against the door and stepping outside, the sunlight momentarily blinding you. You sighed loudly, looking around to make sure no one was close; the last thing you wanted was someone seeing you limp, your face bloody. You began to make your way back home, ignoring the way your thighs stuck together from your and Alastor’s bodily fluids. You thought about his words, and strangely, you found yourself disagreeing; you hoped the faceless man would come back. You had tasted true goodness, the powerful and unconditional love and mercy of God, and you wanted more of it.

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yuebinnie · 4 months

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☾ pairing : seonghwa x f!reader

☆ warnings : mdni. soft dom mommy!seonghwa (still uses he/him), afab!reader, chubby!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, size kink, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, cum eating, fingering (f receiving), usage of toys, multiple orgasms, nose kink ??, oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, angel, my love), bulge kink, a bit of aftercare

☾ cw : 5.4k

☆ a/n : this video has been playing non stop in my head for the past 48 hours and i had to do something about it. i hope the mommy!seonghwa enthusiasts out there will enjoy this, god knows i had fun writing it.

his eyes trailed on your silhouette as you bent over to put the dishes that were stacked in the sink into the lower rack of the dishwasher. there was little he could do but bite his bottom lip, his thoughts running wild as his stare locked on your ass that were covered in shorts so short, they looked like underwear. you didn't notice him, your headphones covering your ears, the latest release of your favorite artist blasting so loud you could feel the bass deep in your bones.

you hummed along, lost in your thoughts when you felt a gentle hand land on your hip. you jumped slightly, turning around, and looking up to smile at your boyfriend who was staring down at you. you brought one of your hands up, pushing the headphones off your head before putting them down on the counter beside you. you heard seonghwa sigh.

you were wearing the tiniest top he had ever seen you wear; he had no memory of ever seeing it while doing the laundry. it barely covered your boobs, ending right below them and he could see one of your nipples peeking slightly at the top of it. you looked at him as his eyes stayed on your breast, a small blush creeping up your neck and spreading to your cheeks and ears. seonghwa slip his hand up, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. his stare went up to meet your eyes while his hand ended its trajectory up to rest on your jaw.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" his words were said softly as his thumb stroked your cheek with so much tenderness you felt your heart skip a beat.

you nodded once, not trusting your voice to speak up. he hummed, his other hand grabbing your hip and forced you to take a step closer to him, so your breast was slightly brushing against his chest. your nipples hardened under your top at the feeling and seonghwa pushed your head to the side as he leaned in to press a kiss right above your ear.

"do you have any idea what those tiny pieces of fabrics you call clothes are doing to me, sweetheart?" his voice was low, sending shivers down your spine and arms, goosebumps covering your whole body as his fingers on your hips dug into the fat, the feeling making your breath hitch. you felt him smile against your ear and it was your turn to bite your bottom lip.

"how about you tell mommy exactly what you want?" he whispered against your ear, a small moan escaping your parted lips at the sound of the nickname leaving his mouth. your heartbeat quickened and you dug your nails into his scalp as his mouth left a trail of small kisses down the column of your neck. you could feel his smirk against your skin as you hummed and let out a small 'please'.

"c'mon sweetheart, use your words, uh? be a good girl for mommy, won't you?" his mouth was right above your breast, his eyes looking up at your swollen lips, rosy cheeks and eyes shut tight. one of his hands slid to your top, his fingers sliding under the fabric before dragging it down to your waist, exposing your naked chest to him. you felt his tongue on your left nipple and your back arched instinctively, trying to get more of his touch. he backed away and blew softly on the skin he had just wetted, his eyes still focused on your face.

"want your mouth..." you whispered sheepishly, opening your eyes to look down at him. he hummed and bent down to lick your skin again, before pulling back.

"mhm... what else?" he asked, eyes filled with lust and love, his free hand squeezing your hips, encouraging you to speak up once more.

"your mouth and... your fingers.." you said so quietly seonghwa barely heard it. but he did, and smiled as his hand came to rest right below your breast. you knew he was waiting for something else, that he would make you wait hours if he didn't hear the words he wanted to hear, so you took a shallow breath and continued: "and then.. then i want mommy to fuck me." the corners of your mouth drooped, a pout appearing on your lips before the words that were his undoing left your, oh so perfect, mouth. "please mommy, i need you."

as if a dam within his mind had broken, seonghwa sprung up and crashed his lips against yours, a low groan accompanying the gesture as his hand slid up to the breast his mouth was hovering a few seconds ago and squeezed, making you gasp against his mouth. your hands made their way to his hair, slightly tugging at it while his tongue licked your bottom lip. he rolled your nipple between his fingertips, smirking when you gasped against his lips, his fingers alternating between stroking and squeezing your sensitive skin.

with a last nibble, he left your mouth and once again made his way down your body, pressing kisses and licking your soft skin on his way towards your breast. his cherry lips quickly wrapped around the nipple he was just toying at, his tongue flicking the bud gently. his hand slid to your unattended tit, repeating what he had been previously doing to the nipple he was currently nibbling on. soft whimpers poured out your lips as your back arched, pushing seonghwa’s head further onto your chest which left him humming against your skin. head thrown back against the plush of the mattress, you tried to push his head down, signaling him you needed him elsewhere, but seonghwa would not budge; his biting and slurping only became more intense, his fingernails digging into the velvet skin of your breast.

you moaned before letting out with a shaking and broken voice: “i need you down there mommy.. hmmm… please? please mommy.” you felt seonghwa smile against your skin and he detached from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting your pink, wet bud, and his swollen lips. the sight made you dizzy, all you wanted was his mouth everywhere on you. as if he read your mind, he mumbled out a ‘my pretty angel’ as his mouth made its way down your stomach. he nibbled at the skin, licked, kissed, and left you squirming under his touch. his thumbs drew circles on your hipbones, and he bit into the fat of your lower stomach, a small whine getting stuck in your throat as your hips jerked up, forcing seonghwa to hold you down.

“you’re being so good for mommy, sweetheart,” he began, his lips brushing on the skin right above your shorts, “let me take care of you, now, yeah? gonna let mommy make a mess out of you?” he rasped, his voice down so many octaves you could feel it in your bones. you nodded your head eagerly and tried to jerk your hips up again, but in vain; seonghwa’s hands were still holding you down against the mattress. soft pleas left your lips as his thumbs slipped under the hem of your shorts. he quickly removed the tiny piece of clothing off of you, leaving open mouthed kisses against your clothed core. your fingers stayed in his hair, trying to push him against you and he let you. you could feel his nose pressing against your clit through your panties, squeaky whimpers filling out the otherwise quiet room. you could feel his eyes on you, burning your skin as you felt his tongue run across the fabric of your underwear, the warmth leaving you breathless.

“mommy is gonna take these off now, is that okay sweetheart?” seonghwa asked as he pulled away, resting his cheek against your inner thigh. you nodded, opening your eyes to look down at him and finding him staring at you as if you hung the stars in the night sky. your eyes filled with tears as you choked on your words; how did you manage to get someone so full of love? someone so caring, so gentle, someone overflowing with the purest form of admiration?

“i love you,” the words left your mouth so suddenly, your brain barely had the time to process seonghwa’s fingers pushing your panties down and then him burying his face onto your core. your hands flew to your mouth, trying to stop a loud moan from escaping your lips as your thighs snapped closed around his head. one of his hands reached up and tugged yours away from your mouth, a silent order to let him hear your sweet sounds. he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a harsh suck before running the flat of his tongue down your core. your breathing was ragged, coming out in pants as seonghwa hummed against you, his god-carved nose nudging your clit as the tip of his tongue teased your entrance. with his free hand he forced your hips down, a way to tell you to stop being greedy and to take only what was given to you. the feeling of his nose against you made you see stars; you could find release from it alone, but your boyfriend had other plans. he let go of your hand and brought both of his’ to your thighs, forcing you to spread yourself open to him. you opened your eyes and looked down at him, moaning at the sight. his nose, lips and chin were glistening with a mix of his saliva and your arousal. it was so lewd, so nasty all you could do was whimper and try to jerk your hips up to get him to press his mouth against you again.

“are you enjoying the sight, sweetheart?” seonghwa said with hunger in his eyes, looking at you like a predator looking at its prey. “you like to see mommy’s face wet with your juice? like to have my nose and lips toy with your pretty pussy?” your whole body was trembling, an overwhelming need to have him inside you taking over you. he stared at you, his hands still keeping your thighs open, waiting for you to answer him. you started to nod but saw his eyes darken; a sign to use your words.

“i- yes. yesyes yes mommy you look so pretty,” and that was the truth; he looked absolutely gorgeous. his eyes dark with lust, cheeks flushed and bottom half of his face wet. his jet-black hair was framing his perfect face, your eyes fell to his lips: “love it when you use your mouth to fuck me. please- please mommy, wanna cum on your tongue.”

seonghwa’s breath hitched and he was quick to press his mouth back against your core. his hands stayed on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he dragged his nose across your clit the way he knew made you see stars. the feeling left you moaning, nails digging in his scalp as he switched between licking and sucking, leaving no parts of your core untouched. the slurping sound his mouth made against your skin made you feel like you could start levitating. your heart was thumping so hard against your ribcage you had a feeling the neighbor could probably hear it.

you were so lost in the moment you did not feel seonghwa’s right hand leave your hip and slowly make its way to your core. with a gentle nibble on your clit, he slid his middle finger into your entrance, moaning against you at the feeling of your walls clenching around his slender finger. your eyes opened widely, a lewd whine escaping your parted lips as seonghwa started to thrust his finger inside you at an angle that left the pad of his finger rubbing against a spot that knocked the breath out of you. his lips never leaving your clit, he kept sucking and licking, his breathing heavy and loud, the fingers that were still on your hips digging into your flesh so hard you were certain bruises would appear before the next morning.

seonghwa added another finger and the stretch made you wince, but seonghwa kept his rhythm, humming every single time your hips would jerk against his face. the vibration, with the addition of his mouth, his nose and his fingers left you a moaning mess, feeling the tight feeling in your lower stomach build. seonghwa opened his eyes to look up at you; your fucked out expression, your parted lips, the tears gathering at your lash line, your hair spread on the sheets. an angel, that’s what you looked like in that very moment. he felt you getting wetter against his mouth, the rhythm of your walls clenching around his fingers notifying him that you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm. pressed his face even closer to your core, if that was even possible, and lapped at you like a man who hadn’t had a drop of water in years. you made a precise noise that let him know you were seconds away from cumming, and despite the ache in his wrist and jaw, he kept fucking you with his digits and sucking eagerly at your clit.

your orgasm hit you like a truck. or a plane. or a goddamn spaceship. your whole body tensed up, hips jerking up and thighs wrapping around seonghwa’s head as the sweet release you had been seeking finally washed over you. your fingernails dug into his scalp as your mouth fell open, a string of curses, moans, whimpers and pornographic sounds escaping your throat. you felt seonghwa moan against you and you swear the vibration made your orgasm last longer.

your boyfriend fucked you through your releade and slowly slipped his fingers out of you and letting your clit go with a pop once your body had become limp, only your small whimpers telling him you hadn’t passed out from the pleasure. he dragged himself up your body and hovered on top of you, his face right above yours.

“you did so well, sweetheart,” he said as one of his hands came to brush a strand of hair out of your face. you opened your eyes to look at him and your gaze dropped to his mouth and chin dripping with your release. a small noise got stuck in your throat, but seonghwa understood, “you wanna taste yourself on mommy’s lips, hmm? wanna taste how sweet you are?” all you could do was nod and your boyfriend simply smiled before dipping down and pressing his mouth against yours. you moaned against his lips, the mixed taste of yourself and his saliva on your tongue making your brain short-circuit. you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing his body closer to yours as you shared a kiss so intimate a blush crept on both your and his cheeks.

he slowly pulled away with a hum, and you were suddenly too aware of your nakedness, and seonghwa’s lack of nakedness. you brought a hand to his cheek and ran your thumb on his bottom lip, “i wanna see you…” you said shyly. your other hand slipped inbetween your bodies and pressed against his bulge, “and i wanna feel you…”

seonghwa smiled softly but to your dismay, he shook his head before pressing a kiss against your nose.

"as tempting as that sounds, tonight is all about you, sweetheart," he said as his eyes locked with yours. "mommy can take his shirt off, but you're not getting his cock tonight.” you whimpered, a pout finding its way to your lips and seonghwa only smiled as he kept looking at you. “unless that was enough for you, uh? was one orgasm enough for my needy girl?” he teased you, already knowing the answer. you shook your head, trying to bring his lips back against yours but met resistance. he waited, patiently, for you to speak up and tell him you wanted more. you let out a whine, before mumbling: “please mommy i want more.”

seonghwa let out a small laugh and got up to his knees that were straddling your hips. you lifted a hand to his powerful thigh, squeezing the muscle gently as you waited for him to move. he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and teasingly lifted it up, revealing his toned stomach to you. he took his shirt off completely, now only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that were hanging so low on his lips. your gaze went from his slightly defined v-line to the happy trail that started below his belly button and found its end under the sweatpants you so wished to rip off him. the muscles of his arms flexed as he ran a hand through his hair, a smirk spread on his lips as he looked at you as you ate him with your eyes.

“liking what you see?” he teased you, and you nodded shamelessly, bringing the hand that was resting on his thigh right below his belly button where the trail of hair was, running a finger down it until it caught in the hem of his sweatpants. he grabbed your wrist before you could pull it down further, tutting at you: “what did i just say, sweetheart? that’s not what mommy has planned for you tonight.”

you squirmed under him as he bent down and reached the bedside table, taking something out of the drawer. his chest was right on top of your face, and you reached up to lick his nipple. he let out a small moan and you grinned, but before you could do it again, he was back on his knees, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. you bit down your lip and your gaze lowered to his hand, more so what was in his hand.

it was a bottle of lube and a toy you had never used before, never seen either. the size of it made your core clench; it had to be at least two times seonghwa’s size. it was a shade of pink that reminded you of your boyfriend’s lips, and the shaft did not look human; there were ridges on it, and the middle of it was girthier than the tip or the base of it. the man was looking down at you with mischief in his eyes; oh how eager he was to completely ravish you. he hummed and your eyes which had become round with worry went back to looking at him. his face was serene, as if he had anticipated your reaction to the toy, and you hadn’t realized the fingertips of his free hand was drawing shapes on the skin below your breasts.

“wanna try this tonight?” he asked you, his gaze not leaving your face, trying to see any trace of fear or discomfort. you took a few breaths before nodding slowly, your eyes locked with his’. he hummed and put the toy and the bottle of lube on the mattress next to your body, before grabbing your hips and shifting your position quickly, you landing on top of him as he laid back on the bed. you looked down at him, your hands pressed to his chest as his hands rested on your hips, rubbing the skin there tenderly. you looked so angelic, sitting on top of him, fully naked with that innocent look in your eyes that made him want to devour you. he brought a hand between your breasts and pushed you back up, so you were properly straddling his lap. you looked at him as he grabbed the toy and the bottle before handing the bottle to you.

“i’m gonna hold this and you make sure every inch of this is covered, alright? mommy wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he spoke softly as your eyes were latched to the toy. you nodded once again, your voice lost in your throat. you popped the cap open and with trembling hands turned the bottle upside down, letting the translucent liquid drip down the silicone shaft. seonghwa’s eyes left your face as you wrapped your fingers around the toy, carefully making sure the lube was spread evenly. having poured a tad too much, some of it dripped on his hand that was holding it upright on this stomach. his breath hitched, his jaw tensing as he watched your hand go up and down the length of it. there was a hint of regret in his mind, now all he could think about was having your hands on him, maybe your mouth too. but that would have to be for another day.

he put his hand on yours, urging you to stop. he made gesture for you to let go of the toy and you did, you hand resting on seonghwa’s stomach, right beside the toy. the hand that was resting on your hip squeezed the flesh there as he spoke up again: “lift your hips up, sweetheart. you’re gonna be a good girl for mommy and ride me, okay? gonna make you feel so good.” you let out a whimper and nodded as your hips lifted high enough for him to place the toy right below your core. the hand on your hips went to grab one of your hands, bringing it to your lower lips and forcing you to spread yourself open for him. he hummed: “good girl, so obedient for mommy.” you couldn’t help but let out a moan, the praise and the nickname making your nipples harden. seonghwa placed the tip of the toy against your entrance and with the hand that was not holding the toy in place a little below his belly button, started to push your hips down.

you felt the pressure of it, breathing in deep as the bulbous tip tried to make its way inside you. your eyebrows scrunched together at the feeling before your mouth dropped open as it finally popped inside you. seonghwa’s eyes were glued to where the toy was slowly stretching you so wide open, he felt a bit jealous his dick couldn’t stretch and fill you up this much. your body tried to fold forwards, but seonghwa’s hand pushed you back up, forcing you to stay upright as you slowly took in the length and girth of the toy. his gaze shifted to your face, where your mouth was still hung open, eyes closed shut as a single tear ran down your cheek. god, you were beautiful. so beautiful, and completely his’. his eyes went back down to where the toy was pushing into you.

“m-mommy i can’t,” you stuttered, a soft sob leaving your lips as you tried your hardest to relax your muscles. seonghwa’s hand shifted, his thumb now resting against your clit. he slowly started rubbing your nub, his eyes shifting back to your face, to the tears running down your flushed cheeks. “of course you can, sweetheart,” he hummed, looking back down at the toy, seeing you had taken in another inch. “see, you’re doing so good, taking mommy’s cock so well. such a pretty girl for me, so good to me,” he rambled, letting the praise leave his mouth, enjoying the whimpers you emitted with each of them. you sank down another inch, your breath jagged, feeling so full you thought you would break.

you thought you were getting used to the girth, but you reached the middle of the toy, where the girth was the thickest, and seonghwa, impatient, finally decided to push your hips fully down, forcing you to take the full length and girth of the toy in one go. your body went limp, and he let you fall to his chest as he kept you in place on the toy, smirking as he felt your hips jerk, trying to get off the toy. you bit down his shoulder as you silently trashed, your core convulsing around the stretch of the toy. the tip of it was pressed against a spot no one and nothing had ever touched before, making stars appear behind your eyelids. your nails were digging into seonghwa’s sides, who kept mumbling praise into your ear as you let the tears flow.

he forced your hips up a bit, the drag of the ridges of the toy making you whine against his skin, before he forced you down again, knocking the breath out of your lungs once more. he kept going, enjoying the sounds you made, until you were the one rutting against the length, dragging your hips up then down, moaning every time the tip hit the spot that made you go cross-eyed. with the little strength you had left, you pushed yourself up, your hands resting on seonghwa’s chest as you rode the toy, your eyes closed shut and mouth open.

seonghwa could only look at you, completely speechless. your face scrunched up in pleasure, your tits bouncing every time you dropped your weight on the length of the toy, your stomach doing the same, and-

“oh my god,” he whispered, as his eyes reached your lower stomach, where your stomach was bulging out because of the mere size of the toy. your eyes cracked open to look at him, eyes moving to where his stare was locked. you let out a loud moan as you saw what had made him react. it looked almost disturbing, the way your skin was stretching in a way never seen before. you could see the length enter you and leave you with every drop of hips, and seonghwa brought his hand to the bulge and let out a moan when he felt your stomach bulge under his palm. you whimpered at the sound, and choked on a breath when he pushed down on the bulge; everything felt so much tighter and intense now. “fuck, sweetheart, look at you… so perfect,” he spoke up, “i love you so much.”

you let yourself fall back down against his chest, pressing your mouth against his’ as you rode the toy eagerly, chasing the release that was quickly building inside your belly. seonghwa’s hands rested on your hips, letting you do the all the work. your thighs were burning, each hit of the tip of the toy against that one spot bringing you closer to your orgasm. out of tiredness, you halted with the toy fully sheathed inside you. you kept kissing seonghwa as your hips rutted against your boyfriend’s, both of you moaning as you felt your limbs lock, your walls clenching down against the toy and the tense build up finally snapped.

he kept his hands on your hips, forcing you to rock against the length through your orgasm. your release dripped down to his skin, and that was his undoing.

seonghwa flipped your position once again, apologizing when he heard you wince, “i’m so sorry sweetheart, but mommy needs you right now. you can go again, right, my love? you’ll be good again and take mommy’s cum?” your brain was foggy, your core was sore, still filled by the toy, but you could only nod and whine, your way to tell seonghwa you needed him inside you just as much as he needed to be inside you. he carefully removed the toy from you and flicked your clit with his thumb, eyes fixed on your entrance as it clenched around nothing. with a gentle hand he spread your legs a bit further apart, wide enough so that his hips could fit in-between them. he looked down at your face, your tears-stained cheeks, glossy eyes and swollen lips and he swore to himself no prettiest sight existed. he cradled your head with a hand, while his other hand was busy taking his length out of his sweatpants. he pressed his forehead against yours and lined up his dick to your entrance before fully thrusting inside you. his eyes closed shut, biting his bottom lip as he felt your walls hug him tight. he did not take things slow; his thrusts were sharp and deep, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours. every thrust sent him closer to the edge, your moans of his name, your nails digging in his back, your breasts pressed against his chest, the scent of your arousal mixed with the smell of your shampoo; you were driving him mad.

“so close sweetheart, mommy is so close,” he mumbled against your neck, his thrusts becoming shallow and weaker. “gonna let me fill you up, yeah? gonna let mommy fill you up so good you’re leaking for days,” his voice was strangled, his release so close.

you moaned, the drag of his cock so painfully delicious, another orgasm building quickly.

“mommy, ah, mommy yesyes-ah yes please, plea-please,” you managed to choke out, your head thrown back as your final release of the night hit you so hard you felt like you were floating. seonghwa bit down your neck with a groan and let his orgasm take control of his body, his thrusts halting as he released streams of sticky white inside you. you kept him close, the sting of his bite the only thing keeping you grounded as your walls throbbed around his shaft.

you two stayed like that, in each other’s embrace until you whined, telling seonghwa you felt a bit sore. he looked at you in the eyes as he pulled out and brought a hand down to your core, his middle and ring fingers thrusting inside you. you whined but kept your eyes locked with his’. he brought his hand up, his fingers covered in an obscene mixture of both your releases, before plopping the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around the skin to clean it completely. he hummed, watching as your cheeks flushed bright red. he took his fingers out of his mouth and smirked, before dipping his fingers back inside you, collecting the substance once more. he brought his hand up, but this time to your own lips. your mouth dropped open, waiting for him to place his digits against your tongue. once he did you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking on them to clean them, eyes almost rolling back at the taste. once clean, you let seonghwa slip his fingers out.

he brushed his fingers through your hair, his eyes still locked with yours.

“are you feeling okay? sore? does anything hurt?” he questioned, his face laced with worry as the post orgasm clarity hit him.

you giggled, shaking your head slightly as you pressed a kiss against the tip of his nose, “nuh uh, i’m fine seonghwa. a bit sore but nothing i can’t deal with.” he nodded, pressing a kiss against your forehead and he dropped beside you, bringing you close to his chest. he let one of his hands run down your back, his face pressed against the top of your hair.

“i know we’re really sticky and gross right now, but i just wanna hold you for a little while,” he mumbled against your hair. you nodded and smiled sheepishly, pressing small kisses on his chest.

“hwa?”

“mhm?”

“i, uhm,” you started, feeling your cheeks heat up. seonghwa said nothing; he just waited patiently for you to speak once again.

“i think this mommy thing really suits you,” you ended up saying with a quiet, soft voice. you felt his body jerk as he giggled.

“oh yeah, you think so? you like it when mommy calls you a good girl?” he teased you, a playful smile heard in his voice as he drew shapes on the small of your back.

“oh my god, shut up,” you told him as you gently punched his chest, before once again relaxing against his touch.

after a few minutes, your breathing slowed and you were on the verge of giving into the abyss that sleep is, when you heard seonghwa, your, oh, so perfect boyfriend, whisper quietly in your ear: “i love you so much, sweetheart. so much.”

a smile stained your lips, and you let yourself embrace sleep.

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