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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.

#unholy #father brolin #unholy part ten #josh brolin #thebuckybrigade

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crownofstardustandbone · 4 years

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Hello! Do you take any one shot requests??

Hi!! Depends on what ship you’re interested in! If it’s stony you can send an ask with the prompt to my other blog @therollingstonys

If it’s for stucky, winteriron, or stuckony you can send it to @thebuckybrigade

If it’s non MCU, you can ask for it here and I’ll let you know if it’s a ship I’m okay writing for!

#asks #stellaspeaks

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sugarless5 · 7 years

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You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand

#marvel #bucky barnes #Winter Soldier #q

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starkercrossedlovers · 4 years

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Hey y’all I wanted to take a sec to boost my other blogs so if anyone has these ships (stucky, stuckony, winteriron, stony) they can be found at the blogs listed below!

Stony: TheRollingStonys (this one is co-run with me by @xarles56 )

Stucky/stuckony/Winteriron: TheBuckyBrigade

Nsfw stuff can be found at: bend-the-knee-for-thy-Queen

And my original blog which is feminism, memes and other random shit lol: adoctoraday24

#starcrossedtalks #my blogs #boost

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asphodelsandpomegranates · 5 years

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Tag Game

Okay, I was tagged by @a-lioness-in-winter to do this. Thanks hun. So, let’s get nosy, shall we?

Nickames: Kat, Kitty, Kitten (by my ex), Rebel without a Cause (by my late grandad),

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 5′0 or 5′1

Last movie I saw: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (for the billionth time)

Last Thing I Googled: Schwarzkopf hair dye (debating whether to go emerald green or rainbow)

Favourite Musician: Lady Gaga

Song Stuck in My Head: Our Lady of the Underground from Hadestown Musical

Other blogs: nope, just this one

Do I get Asks: Just one so far, but I won’t say no to more

Following: 30 people I think, I need to go any find more people

Amount of Sleep: God knows!

Lucky Number: Don’t have one

What I’m Wearing: Pennywise T-shirt and Paris Pj bottoms. PJ day!

Dream Job: Author/Novelist. I’ve got a few books series ideas on the way

Dream Trip: Paris....again.

Favourite Food: Chocolate cake!

Play an Instrument: I used to play guitar when I was in school but it’s been too long and I can’t remember how now.

Languages: English is my mother tongue. I know some French but it’s a bit rusty. I know a little bit of Spanish, German and Greek.

Favourite Songs: Satisfied (Hamilton) Easy Come, Easy Go (Daveed Diggs & Rafael Casal) Come to Mama (Lady Gaga)

Random fact: When I was five, my older brother jammed my middle finger in a car door and ruined the nail completely. It grew back in time but it’s completely different to my right one. The nail’s never been the same since.

Describe yourself with aesthetics: piles of books, ink well, high heel shoes, diamond jewelry, railway shed, multi-coloured nail polishes, ball gown dresses, cats, masquerade masks and French flag, honey being poured into a tea cup

Taggings: @clown-bait, @headoverhiddles, @thebuckybrigade, @terrazure, @waltzinginlondonwithchristoph, @iamthecreatorofmyownstory, @ace-trash-with-no-soul @audpaw, @true-horror-queen, @agent221b, @strangemaximoff, @thebuckybrigade, @a-schuylerr, @movieexpert1978, @b-lindspotting,

#tag game #a-lionness-in-winter

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thebuckybrigade · 5 years

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Unholy Part Nine

Father Brolin is sitting at his desk, working through the mountain of paperwork that comes with leaving the church(who knew it took twelve forms, three written statements of intent and six months of therapy to be able to leave? Certainly not him!) when his office door swung open after a sharp rap on the wood.

Looking up, his brows rose in surprise at the sight of Sister Catherine, Angel, and a boy he didn’t recognize. Sister Catherine looks annoyed and when he meets Angel’s gaze, she doesn’t look any happier.

“Sister Catherine?”

Scowling, she reaches behind her and tows both students into the room, “I caught these two cheating in my class!” she declares, somewhat triumphantly.

Father Brolin’s brows rise higher; “Cheating? On what?”

“Their statistics final! They were whispering and passing a calculator back and forth,” she tells him, looking far too pleased with herself for his liking.

Steepling his fingers, he peers at the trio for a moment before clearing his throat and asking, “Ms. Rossi, what happened?”

He sees a flash of something in her eyes like she’s angry, but her demeanor resolves into one of calm detachment. He admires it really, because the boy is sulking and the teacher is grossly excited and he thinks it bodes well that of the three of them, she’s the most composed.

“Father Brolin, we were passing my calculator back and forth, but not because we were cheating. James doesn’t have one and I said he could use mine when he needed. I cleared out my answers before letting him use it and he did the same.”

Her answer is clear and concise and entirely believable, especially given her outstanding record as a student here. He nods slowly and looks at the boy expectantly, “James?”

“Uh y-yes Father Brolin,” James stutters, “My calculator broke and we couldn’t afford a new one so Angel said she’d lend me hers for the final. There weren’t any spares in the classroom for me to use,” he explains and Father Brolin nods, absorbing all the details before turning his gaze to Sister Catherine.

“Sister it sounds like one of your students was in need and another was kind enough to help. That’s hardly reason for punishment, I think.”

Her face turns an ugly blistered red as she stammers and fumes, “Father Brolin! I know what I saw!”

Anger pulsing in his veins, he rises from his chair, using his substantial height to loom over her, brows pinching together in annoyance. “And I believe I made myself clear Sister. Ms. Rossi has an impeccable record, and I doubt she’d put that at risk. Now, if you have concerns about further issues, then why don’t we have James here remain in the classroom and finish his test while Angel remains here with me?”

The suggestion is logical, well reasoned and Sister Catherine accepts it eagerly. He hands over a spare calculator to the boy and waits till they’ve shut the door behind them to relax, expression softening as he meets Angel’s gaze.

He can tell she’s still annoyed, but there’s genuine affection in her gaze, and it warms him to the core. Pointing to the chair across from him he smiles softly, “I’ll go get your test from Sister Catherine, wait here,” he murmurs, trailing a hand over her dark hair as he passes by.

She leans slightly into the touch and he smiles softly, affection filling him. He hurries through the halls and spends only a moment in the classroom before he’s hurrying back.

She’s on her phone when he comes in and when he glances over her shoulder he smirks faintly.

“Prom dress shopping already?” he teases, handing her the test. She grins and tucks away her phone before pulling out her calculator and accepting the sheets of paper.

“It takes a lot of effort to find a good one,” she replies, glancing up at him from her test for a moment, “matching colors with corsages and tuxes and all that,” she muses, eyes locked on him with a curious glint before they slip back to the test.

“Oh? And who will be the lucky man who gets to put a corsage on that wrist?” he asks, voice dangerously pleasant.

“Tony DeAngelo.”

He sees red.

“You mean the boy you were caught in the practice room with? The one you let touch your cunt?” he snarls, chest heaving with anger.

She glances up and smirks at him, “Yup.”

He’s angry. Angry that she’s daring to go with someone else, angry at the irrationality of the idea he wants to be her date, angry with himself for even having the fleeting notion that she’d be cheating on him when they aren’t even together in the public eye…

“Right. Well.”

He can’t string a sentence together and it just makes him angrier.

Angel sighs and looks up at him, wry humor twisting her lips together so invitingly it makes his cock twitch, remembering what it feels like to have them wrapped around him.

“We’re going as friends. I can’t go with the person I want to and he can’t either,” she explains.

“I thought he liked you,” Father Brolin mutters, still annoyed, softening slightly at what he thinks is the implication that she wants to go to prom with him.

She nods, “He does, but he likes someone else more and he’d never be able to take them to prom without everyone causing a fuss,” she explains before turning her attention back to the test.

Confused. Now he’s just confused.

“Who could possibly cause that much of a fuss?” he asks, befuddled.

“The quarterback of the football team.”

His brows rise and fall and he nods understandingly. “Yes, that would be something to fuss over,” he acknowledges.

He sits slowly, pondering what she’s told him as she focuses on her test and slowly, he comes up with a plan.

By the time she’s done with her test he’s finished a quarter of the paperwork necessary for him to leave the church and the last bell of the day has rung. The halls are loud with students screeching and laughing, lockers slamming and feet pounding into the tiling.

He holds his hand out for the test, but she doesn’t hand it over, no, she rises from her chair and slips behind his desk, her skirt rustling as she puts a hand on his chair and turns him towards her. Head lolling back, he watches her through hooded eyes as she peers down at him hungrily.

After a moment she steps forward to stand between his spread thighs, the fabric of her knee socks brushing against his trousers. Tossing the test on his desk, she braces her hands on his shoulder and sinks into him, thighs straddling his hips, breasts pressing into his chest, lips hovering just above his own.

“I wish it could be you, with me, at prom,” she whispers, hands tightening on his shoulders, lips brushing against his. Her long hair cascades around her face, shutting out the world around them as she rolls her hips into him, slowly, deliberately.

“I wish everyone could see that I’m yours.”

Her lips skim his as she continues her slow, steady, tortuous seduction.

“I wish they could see that you’re mine.”

A nip at his lip, a firmer press of her body against his.

“I wish I could tell these stupid girls how much they’re missing by dating boys.”

She hums against his lips, licking into his mouth gently, her tongue teasing against his and his blood rushes in his ears as she continues that slow roll of her hips. He’s getting hard beneath her, the burn of desire slowly simmering hotter and hotter.

“I wish...I wish it could be just you and me.”

He hums in agreement and wraps his hands around her waist, not guiding, just holding on as she moves a little faster.

She’s a little breathless now, her breasts rising and falling faster as she rocks in his lap, tiny mewls of pleasure in her throat as his hands slip under her skirt to palm her ass.

He’s rocking up into her too now, breathing unevenly as her hot cunt presses into the hard length of his cock, trapped in his pants and eager to be deep inside her.

“I wish you were inside me.”

He groans at that, presses his face to her neck as she moves, cursing her quietly. She laughs softly, runs her fingers through his hair as she rolls her hips, a soft gasp brushing his ear.

Distantly he hears the sound of heels clacking in the hallway and it occurs to him that it’s likely Sister Catherine coming for her test.

“Baby, you gotta stop, someone’s coming.”

She whines softly and kisses him hard before she’s slipping off his lap and under his desk. He doesn’t have time to object because the door is swinging open and he’s turning back to hide his erection, and sure enough it’s Sister Catherine.

She glances around the room, beady eyes falling on Angel’s backpack, noting the obvious absence of the teen girl. Beneath his desk he can feel her hands gently palming him, squeezing softly, the friction enough to make his gut twist.

With a carefully neutral face he offers Sister Catherine the test, frowning when she doesn’t take it and leave.

“Where is Ms. Rossi?” she asks, once more peering around the room like she thinks Angel might be hiding behind the coat rack and it might be funny, if Angel wasn’t in fact unzipping his trousers under his desk at that very moment.

When her hand pulls him from within his briefs his breath stutters for a moment before he exhales carefully.

“Bathroom. She finished her test under my supervision. I don’t believe you had anything to worry about, but I thank you for your diligence Sister Catherine.”

He offers her the test again and breathes a sigh of relief as she takes it, then curses silently as she sits across from him. Below, Angel licks st the head of his cock delicately, flicking her tongue against the tip and lapping at the cum that trickles out slowly.

He can feel the flush building on his cheeks as he struggles to remain composed, body tight and strained as he offers Sister Catherine a sharp smile. “Was there something else?”

“Yes, I just wanted you to know how highly I and the other teachers think of you for taking on the responsibility of caring for those poor young dears.”

She shakes her head, sorrow lining her face, “Can you imagine, being orphaned like that?”

Angel seems to pause for a moment before she wraps her lips around his cock and slides down his length till he’s nudging at the back of her throat. Hands clenching at the armrests of his chair, he nods solemnly, thighs trembling beneath the hard oak of his desk.

“Luckily Ms. Rossi is an excellent student and a wonderful role model for her siblings,” he murmurs, “she’s taken on more responsibility than some adults have had to and handled it with grace. I’m sure she’d wish for nothing more than to have her parents back however.”

Sister Catherine nods solemnly, crossing herself as she sighs. “Poor dears. Is there anything they need?” she asks, and he knows she’s being kind, but he really just wants her to go so he can relax and enjoy Angel sucking him off, but the blasted woman just won’t go!

“They are doing just fine, thank you.” He pauses and makes a little ah sound as Angel’s throat works around him. “Ah, ahem, my apologies Sister but I do have a bit of paperwork to finish before I can leave tonight,�� he explains, giving the older woman an apologetic smile.

He’s barely shaking, a fine tremble running over his body as Angel slides over his length, slowly, quietly. Sister Catherine nods and rises, giving him another fond smile before she’s leaving, shutting the door behind her with a solid snick.

All of ten seconds pass and then...Angel is shoving his chair back, following it so she’s out from under his desk, head bobbing over his cock, faster now. It’s louder too, the wet, sloppy sound of her mouth, and it makes him burn with the need to come.

She peers up at him through her lashes, moaning around his cock, hands massaging his thighs and balls so he’s pushed closer and closer to the edge. She fists his cock as she focuses on the top, tongue flicking hard against his slit and mouth suctioning so hard it lances through him like steel.

He chokes on a moan, not wanting to be too loud, not knowing that the door is still unlocked and that anyone could come in and catch them. God, what a mess that would be.

Her hand has disappeared beneath her skirt and he can see she’s making slow steady circles on her pussy, and just knowing that this gets her off, it makes him arch into her mouth and groan.

She redoubles her efforts and he watches as she bucks into her hand gently, soft moans buzzing in her throat and up his shaft. His release is building, growing more imminent with each moment and panic builds in his gut when he once again hears footsteps coming down the hall.

Angel gives him a wicked look before she’s sucking and licking at his cock like she’s trying to suck his soul out through it, and sharp anticipation and fear and lust roil together into a release that’s as unexpected as it is welcome.

She swallows it down and rises, wiping her mouth as she hurries back around the desk, plopping in the seat just as the door swings open again and he’s hastily forced back under so his wet, drained cock isn’t visible.

Sister Catherine peers between them and smiles faintly at Angel, “Miss Rossi, you left your sweater in my classroom,” she murmurs, handing over the garment. Angel accepts it with a beaming smile and tucks it carefully into her lap with a murmured thank you.

His smile is tight as he nods to her, “Thank you Sister, have a good evening,” he murmurs, his dismissal gentle but firm.

When the older woman has left yet again, Angel smirks and stands, “We should get going, we still have to pick up my brother and sister,” she reminds him, eyes dancing with amusement.

Shaking his head, he rolls back and tucks his cock back into his pants before gathering his papers and shoving them in his bag. Tugging on his coat, he looms over her, one large hand coming down to grab her ass and pull her into him.

His lips hover over hers and he can feel her breathing unsteadily as he grinds her cunt into his thigh. “You didn’t get to come, did you sweetheart?” He knows the answer of course, he just wants to hear her beg for it.

She smirks against his lips and shakes her head, “No, but I was hoping you might wanna fuck me tonight,” she replies, hands fisting in his coat. “I need that cock to fill me up,” she whispers, laughing in her throat as he growls and devours her mouth.

Panting as they pull apart, his dark gaze meets hers intently.

“Don’t you worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.”

It’s a promise that makes them both shiver.

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Sweat sheens on skin as fingers trace finely lined muscles, the touch delicate when all that is really wanted is more.

Josh watches as Angel arches into the touch, ass pushed out and thighs trembling, her breathing coming just a little too fast as she struggles to stay quiet.

He’s been repaying her for earlier; touching and teasing all night when the kids weren’t looking, and now that they’ve gone to bed, he’s working hard to exact his revenge.

He’s fingered her to the edge three times, played with her tits till she was sore and whimpering, and for the past ten minutes has been slowly fucking her with her vibrator, pulling it out to tease at her clit before thrusting it back into her cunt to listen to her moan.

She’s wet, very wet, and though her face is buried in her sheets, he can still hear her moans as he fucks her slowly with the vibrator. He doesn’t intend to push her like he has in the past, in fact, he plans on fucking her soon, but he just keeps getting distracted by all the little ways her body shivers and shakes as she’s denied release over and over again.

“Fuck, please, please let me come,” she gasps, voice harsh from muffling her moans. Her fingers are knitted in the blankets as he fucks the toy into her, watching from behind as her muscles quake and her cunt clenches around the plastic.

She’s breathless as he pulls it out and slides it between her slick folds, the wet sound making pleasure shiver up his spine. She moans as the toy is pressed to her clit, holding it there until she’s shaking, moments from release, and once more he pulls it away.

Her cry is sharp, muffled slightly by the pillow, and he watches, enthralled as she arches and bucks, cunt pulsing between her legs. He doesn’t bother shutting off the toy before he throws it away and shoves down his sweats so his cock can spring free.

Barely taking a moment to align himself, he thrusts into her in one hard roll of his hips, groaning as her cunt spasms around him and she buries her face in the pillow with a long shaky moan. He doesn’t hold back, both of them are far too keyed up to play this slow, and besides, he prefers the sound she makes when he’s wrecking her anyway.

The wet slap of his cock into her is loud, and he can feel the bed rocking under the force of his thrusts but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. His hands grasp her waist hard enough to bruise(he knows, he’s left marks on her before) and drag her hips back so with every forward thrust she’s being impaled on his cock.

Angel gasps and moans and writhes, high pitched cries barely muffled by the pillow as she bites it, struggling to stay quiet so her siblings don’t wake and hear. Perversely, he wants her to be so loud they hear, he wants everyone to hear her as she cries his name and moans and begs for it.

Fire ripples up his spine at the thought; it seems they both like the idea of getting caught, of the whole world seeing how much they love each other. He groans and pounds into her harder, cursing under his breath as she sobs and arches into him, weak gasps of his name cracking in her throat.

His hands slip back to cover her ass, gripping the meat of it as he pushes her forward, further into the mattress as he fucks her harder, chest heaving with exertion as his fingers spread her ass so he can see his cock pounding into her cunt.

It’s coated with her slick arousal and the smell of their sex fills his nose, every sense overwhelmed by her. His thumb dips down to swipe the slickness sliding down her thigh and carries it back up to circle the tight ring of her ass.

He’s gentle, even as his cock is taking her apart, rubbing the tight muscle until it loosens just enough for the tip of his thumb to dip in. Angel moans brokenly, soft sobbing sounds coming from where she’s pressed her face into her pillow and he can feel the way her cunt responds to the new sensations, clutching and grabbing at his cock.

“You want me here baby?” he growls, circling his thumb as he fucks into her. She whimpers high and her body trembles under the assault of sensation, but that’s not good enough, he needs to hear her say it.

“C’mon little girl,” he grunts, “you want me in your ass?” he demands, cock plunging into her in long, hard strokes that make her body shake. He wiggles his thumb into her a little further and she gasps, arching hard, cunt pulsing rapidly around him as she comes.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

She’s shaking as she comes, his cock still hammering into her and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to last with her cunt like a vise around him.

She moans, long and loud, “YES! Ah! Want you in my ass daddy!” and that’s it, he absolutely loses it. He’s grunting and groaning, fucking her mindlessly as his thumb presses in and then he’s coming, cursing and shouting as her cunt spasms around him.

It’s wet and messy and noisy and they should know better but he’s too lost in this moment to care about anything other than the way her cunt feels as it’s pulsing with release. It’s sliding down her thighs and splashing his abdomen and she’s making these noises like she’s dying, and he’s losing his goddamned mind.

They’re both shuddering as his cock twitches inside her, filling her with his cum. They’re moaning and gasping and being way too loud, but he can’t stop, and her mewling, gasping sobs of pleasure are too good to quiet.

He collapses against her as his cock spills into her, groaning softly as she moans and shifts underneath him. His breath puffs against her ear as his heart gallops, the thundering sound of it loud in his ears.

They’re still like that five minutes later when there’s a knock at the door and a soft voice calls out.

“Ang, I had a nightmare.”

Angel shifts beneath him, sighing heavily and whimpering when he pulls out of her, their combined cum spilling out of her. He hastily grabs her robe and offers it to her before he tucks his cock into his sweats and backs away into her bathroom.

She lifts herself off the bed with a weak moan, legs trembling as she wraps her robe around herself and stumbles towards the door, rubbing a hand over her hair to smooth the wild knots and disarray it’s fallen into.

He hears it as she opens the door and talks softly to her little brother, her voice soft and low and exhausted. It takes awhile, but eventually she comes back into the room and closes the door, sighing heavily.

He steps out and she smiles at him, eyes heavy and body loose with exhaustion. He hurries over and wraps his arms around her, lips pressing to her hair as she clings to him, breathing slow and steady.

“You wore me out,” she whispers, voice muffled against his chest.

“Did I? Well, then you should get to bed,” he murmurs back, smiling faintly as she clings tighter to him, shaking her head. “C’mon baby, bedtime,” he encourages, pushing her gently away until he can strip the robe from her body and offer her the T-shirt of his that she usually sleeps in.

When she’s changed, he tucks her into her bed and lays beside her, her head nestled under his chin as she breathes slowly, limbs softening as she begins to fall asleep. His fingers play with her hair, nose buried in the silky strands until she’s pliant and snoring in his arms.

He breathes her in and starts to drift, overwhelmingly happy and soft with contentment. He loves her so goddamn much, and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her.

Loving her, it’ll be the only thing that he does, everyday for the rest of forever.

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He’d asked her what she wanted for her birthday and he hadn’t been disappointed with the answer. Now, as he watched the clock tick down to the end of the school day, an ember of desire glowed in his abdomen, eager to be ignited into a fire.

They’re going away for the weekend, just the two of them, back to New York City and that fancy hotel room she had liked so much and he honestly can’t wait to see her all dressed up for dinner and dancing and then naked, spread out on the bed for him to feast on.

A shiver runs up his spine and when the last bell rings he takes his time gathering his things, knowing she’ll be along soon. Her brother and sister will be with friends for a long sleepover, and the cover story they’re selling is that he’s taking her to visit NYU.

He’d feel bad about the lie(yet another sin) but when his door cracks open and she stares at him all wide eyed and affectionate, he doesn’t give a damn about anything.

On a Friday the school empties out fast, and the silence beyond his doorway is deafening. Angel grins at him before flinging herself across the room, arms winding around his neck so she can kiss him desperately.

His large hands fall to her hips, pulling her closer and then drifting down to slip beneath the fabric of her uniform, hands palming her ass and grinding her hips into his until she’s moaning into his mouth and moving on her own, his hands just there to hold her.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, but leaves his hands where they are as he smirks down at her. “We gotta get on the road baby,” he reminds her, “we have dinner reservations to make.”

She pouts for a moment and then grins, “I can’t believe we get the whole weekend together,” she enthuses, hands clenching in the fabric of his sweater. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” she murmurs, voice low and throaty and he grips her ass tighter, desire pulsing in his veins at the coy look she’s giving him.

A whole weekend together, with her in charge. He wasn’t sure how he was going to survive, but he knew it was certainly going to be memorable.

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Josh reclined on the sofa, idly watching tv while Angel got ready for dinner. She had refused to tell him what she was wearing, insisting it would be a surprise instead.

As a general rule, he didn’t mind surprises, especially when it came to his princess. That tight, expectant feeling was already winding him up, his body taut with excitement at the prospect of their whole weekend being spent doing whatever she wanted to do.

In the way here she had chattered on about going to see the Met, the Statue of Liberty, and about fifty other tourist traps, but honestly, he didn’t care if she wanted to go to Coney Island and get shitty food and play arcade games because this was her birthday and he was giving her whatever she wanted.

The bedroom door cracked open and his gaze flickered up, heart thumping irregularly and eyes widening at the sight of her.

Long tanned legs stretched in for miles in spikey black and gold heels, the hem of her dress barely more than a hand width below her ass. Gaze skating upwards, he gulped at the cut of the dress; covering her arms and throat, it plunged away and revealed some very enticing, very strappy black lingerie beneath the body hugging material.

This dress was black, unlike the one she had worn when they came here the first time, and as much as he had liked that dress, he liked this one more. The other had been beguiling and understated in its seduction.

This one, he clenched his hands on his knees, wiping sweaty palms against the fabric of his black jeans, this one was sin incarnate. She had gold crystal studs winking at her ears and a long dangling pendant hung between her breasts and he wanted nothing more than to toss her over his shoulder and keep her in bed all weekend.

Lifting a wry brow, she smirked at him and waved a hand at him, “Are you ready baby?”

Shooting to his feet, he crossed the room and looked over her, her heels doing little to put her on his level. “I’m ready to throw you over my shoulder and take you to bed,” he murmured urgently, eyes dark and heated on hers.

Smirking, she put a hand to his chest as he went in for a kiss and shook her head, “Reservations, remember?” At his groan she laughed and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, grinning at the bright red imprint of her lips that got left behind.

Wiping it away, she took his hand and tugged, “Come on, I’m hungry.”

With a resigned sigh, he followed her out of the suite, enjoying the view from behind as her hips swayed and the fabric of her dress clung to her delectable body.

It was going to be a long night.

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Josh was not a nightclub man. At least, he hadn’t been until Angel had asked to go, and upon seeing her sensuous swaying to the too loud music, had promptly changed his mind.

He’s the oldest person here, at least down on the dance floor. The VIP section is filled with men and women, some his age, others much younger or older and he’s glad she’s never come to a place like this without him because based on the looks she’s getting, she’d be eaten alive by the wrong person.

His hands are light on her hips; he’s more content to just watch her than dance himself, but after the bottle of wine they had shared at dinner (illegalwrongbad his conscience likes to remind him) he’s a little (a lot) more willing to slip closer to her and pull her hips against his.

Closing his eyes, he lets the beat of the music and the sway of her hips guide his own movements, hands firm on her waist as she reaches up to twine her fingers in his hair. She would never have gotten in here on her own, no matter how enticing she looks, she’s pretty clearly underage. The only way she did make it in was with a hundred slid to the bouncer, and her, tucked securely under his arm so there was little doubt who she was with.

He thinks about that, as she dances, how she’s his, but he’s equally hers. There’s no doubt in his mind that he’d do anything to keep her by his side, give her anything she wanted, so long as it made her happy. She’s everything he never knew he wanted, and he’s going to hold on to her with both hands and never let her go.

Speaking of hands...Angel’s were clutching at his hair and his hip as she rolled her body back into his, the music pulsing under her skin so he can feel where it vibrates, tingling against his palm where it’s pressed into her hip.

He’s hard, but it isn’t urgent, it just is, and even though she’s grinding into him, steadily, intently, neither of them is doing anything about it yet. He glances at his watch and smirks, it’s a little past 1 am and she’s showing no sign of slowing or tiring.

Leaning in, he licks the sweat off the column of her throat, humming when she moans and arches into him, tilting her head to the side to give him greater access. His lips and teeth skim over her throat, nibbling, sucking, bruising, until she’s squirming against him, writhing and moaning and he smirks; it won’t take too much longer till she’s ready to go.

He watches as she pulls out her phone and the familiar blue of Twitter flashes over the screen, her fingers too fast for him to read what it is she’s tweeting before she’s tucking the phone back wherever it has been hidden.

The music changes, is a little slower, sweeter and she tunes to face him, arms winding around his neck as she presses herself against him, eyes keen as the song plays, studying him.

Never been with someone I can’t live without

I wanna let you know I’m so scared

Ruin my lipstick, ruin my bed, ruin the hair upon my head, but don’t you ever ruin my mascara

Ruin my body every night, ruin my dress and not my life, boy don’t you ever ruin my mascara

Her eyes are searching him and he realizes she must have requested the song from the DJ with the intention of making him hear and understand what she’s thinking without having to say it herself .

He’s puzzled, quite frankly. He’s not sure he understands why she’s scared, or why she thinks he’ll make her cry, but it weighs heavily on him, makes worry gnaw at his belly like a hungry wolf.

He’s made mistakes with her in the past, that’s true, but things have been good, amazing really, recently, and if she’s worried and scared he’s not sure why she wouldn’t say something.

Leaning in, he kisses her softly; they’ve stopped dancing, standing still in a room full of frenetic energy and it feels a little like being in the eye of a storm; wild and tempestuous, awe inspiring and a little scary.

He can feel how fast their hearts are beating and when he pulls back to let them breath he presses his forehead into hers, the music thrumming around them like a living thing, caressing and twining through the mass of bodies in a hypnotic undulation that’s entirely unique to this place and time.

Angel pulls back slightly, takes his hand and tugs, leading him through the smoky haze and into a dark corridor that leads to a small private room that to his surprise is mostly empty. The music here is slower, sensuous and the other couple in the room is too occupied to notice their arrival.

She pushes him down into the couch and shuts the door, the lock clicking loudly as she leans against the door and stares at him, her dark eyes wide and unfathomable. A smirk plays at her lips and she saunters over, hips swaying so he can see the fabric of her dress shifting and the sheer blackness of her thigh highs shimmering in the low light.

As the bass thumps in the couch beneath him, she lays a hand on his shoulder and stands between his spread legs, hips rolling and swaying, her hungry gaze still on him as she dances for him. She looks dark, dangerous, hungry, her cheeks flushed and her body rolling in a sinuous reflection of when she’s writhing against him, begging for his cock.

A smirk crosses her lips; she knows what she looks like, what she’s doing to him, and she knows she can get away with it because he loves her, needs her, would die without her.

She moves closer, straddles his lap before she’s sinking down and grinding her ass into his cock, tearing a low groan from the back of his throat as it rubs into the rough material of his jeans. Her ass rolls into him over and over again as she trails her fingers over his chest, unerringly finding first one nipple and then the other, pinching just hard enough to have him grunting and rolling his hips back into her, a pulse of pre cum wetting his jeans.

Leaning in, she presses her lips to his throat and continues, her breathing uneven and soft in his ear. Nipping at the soft skin beneath his ear, she laughs at his pained groan and pushes her ass into him harder.

“Are you gonna cum daddy? Are you gonna make a mess?”

He groans louder; that damn name on her lips makes him fuckin crazy. Nodding, he licks his lips and manages to whisper back, “Yea baby, is that what you want princess?”

She laughs again and trails kisses along his jaw, her hips rolling a little faster now, “I do daddy. I want you to cum in your pants and make a mess so everyone knows what we were doing. So they know you’re mine,” and her teeth close on his skin in a possessive move that has him groaning, hands tightening on her hips as his cock leaks more.

He can feel it on his skin, dampening his jeans and fuck, fuck he’s close, and a part of him panics, wondering what the bishop would think if he saw this egregious sin, and then she’s kissing him, fingers clever and tight on his already taut nipple, twisting as her tongue twines with his and her ass grinds relentlessly into him and heat lightning surges in his stomach and he cums, groaning and shuddering.

Angel nips at his bottom lip, her ass still pressing into his cock as it twitches in his jeans and he groans at the overstimulation, hands gripping her so tightly he’ll probably leave marks but she’s determined and demanding with her lips and hands and hips and to his shock he cums more, the heat in his blood and the ache in his cock almost unbearable.

When the stars clear from his eyes he glances over at where the other couple was and is pleased to see they’re long gone, the room empty, save for the two of them. Angel cards her fingers through his hair, tugging on it till he looks back at her, slightly dazed and loose limbed with pleasure.

Crimson stains her lips and he thinks it must be smeared on his skin, marking him, claiming him, and it makes something in him preen with pride. Her teeth flash as she grins, toying with the soft hairs behind his ear and at the nape of his neck, and if they weren’t here, he’d fall asleep.

Leaning in, she presses another kiss to his lips, softer this time, and hums softly, happily. “Let’s go,” she encourages, sliding off his lap, legs coltish as she shivers for a moment and then tugs him up alongside her. He realizes that she hasn’t come yet and the animalistic pride in him is angry that he hasn’t made that happen for her.

They make it back to the hotel and when the doors of the enormous suite close behind them, she leads him into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed before taking a step back and staring at him intently. Somewhere distantly, he hears music playing from her phone and once again, she dances for him.

This time is different though; her hands drag up her thighs and tug the fabric of her dress up until it’s just barely hinting at what is underneath, the apex of her thighs shadowed and alluring in the dark. In one smooth motion she pulls it off, over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her in a set of lingerie that takes his breath away.

Black and strappy, it’s almost sheer so her dusky nipples are just barely visible and the pale skin of her cunt is hinted at behind it and his mouth goes dry with need, watching as she sways, hands running over her body, her gaze steady on him.

His cock is filling slowly, age and a previous release making it take longer, but he doesn’t mind, he’s content to watch her for now. When she slinks forward and climbs onto the bed and into his lap, he’s surprised for a moment and then pleased, wrapping his hands around her hips.

Shaking her head, she peels his hands off, “No touching yet,” she orders, the commanding tone of her voice making him shiver, cock swelling. Nodding, he tucks them at his sides and watches as her hands trail over her body, fingers rolling and pinching her nipples through the flimsy lingerie, one hand skimming down to slip beneath her garter and underwear.

Her inhale is sharp and just slight too soft to be a moan, but the way her eyes flutter at the touch makes him swallow hard. Her fingers move in concert, switching from breast to breast, the ones at her cunt making slow, steady circles on her clit. Hips rolling gently, she watches him through hooded eyes, lips parting on soft gasps.

“Do you want to touch me Father Brolin?” she asks with a faint smirk in her voice, already knowing the answer.

“Yea, yea little one, I do,” he admits; no sense in lying when she knows him so well.

“How would you touch me?”

Fuck she’s going to be the death of him, he decides, swallowing hard before he can answer.

“I’d lick those pretty nipples of yours and suck on them till they’re all red and swollen.”

She nods eagerly and pinches at them, sighing out a soft moan.

Fuck, he’s never gonna last like this.

“I’d rip those panties off of you and fuck you with my fingers, feel how wet my little princess is, make you come so hard you scream.”

Uhnnn

Her guttural moan is loud and he can hear how wet she is, her fingers sliding through it with slick, feverish movements. Eyes glazed, she nods and rocks in his lap, “Would you fuck me?” she demands, “put your huge cock in me?”

Reaching between them, she palms his cock, forcing a grunt from between his teeth; he’s hard and it hurts, and it feels so good—the pain—it’s sharp and hot and keeps his attention from wandering.

Nodding, he gasps as she rubs, eyes glittering with dark intentions, “Yea baby, I’d fuck you until you couldn’t move,” he grits out, “make you take my cock until you’re all stretched out and soaked in my cum.”

She whines and rubs harder on him, on her, her breath coming in little pants and he knows, she must be close.

“Ruin me,” she gasps, fingers tightening on him as she inhales sharply and bucks her hips, whining as her release crests and swells within her. Her fingers at her clit move hard and fast now and he watches intently, gaze skipping between her face and her cunt, as she comes, breath stuttering in her chest.

“Oh fuck! Oh Father Brolin, fuck, please, please!”

He’s not sure what she’s begging for, but he’s right on the edge and she hasn’t let go of his cock, fingers tight around it and he can’t come, not yet, not without being inside her.

“Good girl,” he soothes, hands clenching at his sides with the urge to touch her, heart beating too fast in his chest as he watches her fall apart. She whines at the praise and keeps rubbing on her clit, tiny gasps escaping her lips.

“You’re so beautiful like this sweetheart, my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, smiling when her breath stutters and her thighs tighten around his hips, the heat of her between her legs searing into him through his jeans.

As she slows he keeps murmuring sweet things, watching as her body slackens, lids drooping with satiated lust. She smiles at him and pulls her hand from between her legs and holds it out to him, her scent strong and heady in his nostrils.

Eagerly he leans forward and takes her wet fingers between his lips, sucking them clean and filling his mouth with that taste of her. When she pulls them free she slides them down his throat, a wet trail that makes him shiver. Tightening on his skin, she leans in and kisses him, hard, possessive, her grip just barely depriving him of air.

His entire body feels like it’s burning, aching at every touch. Distantly he can feel her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it off and throwing it aside before they come back for his jeans. As the cool air hits his cock he hisses against her lips, the sensation too much, and at the same, not enough.

When he’s naked beneath her she pulls back and stares, eyed hooded and lustful, lips parted and shiny from their kisses.

She’s absolutely the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, so much so that it makes his chest hurt, steals the breath from his lungs for a moment and tears burn in his eyes before he blinks and regains a modicum of control.

Leaning back into him, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, slow and sweet this time, a happy noise in the back of her throat making him smile against her lips. Slowly she pulls back and pushes at him till he’s lying flat on his back and she’s straddling him, still covered in all that lace and silk.

Her dark hair cascades around their faces when she leans in and whispers in his ear, shivers running over his skin at the silky tendrils tickling his skin and the heat of her breath bathing his neck.

“I’m going to sit on your face while I suck your cock, how does that sound, hmm?” she whispers, a throaty laugh in his ear when he groans and nods eagerly. “Good, now, I have a little surprise for you Father Brolin, do you want to see?”

There’s a teasing lilt to her voice, but yes, of course he wants to see.

She grins and shuffles down his body before she turns around and shuffles back, her cunt hovering just over his chest. At first he doesn’t know what to look for, it’s all just black lace and pale thighs and then...oh, oh god.

“Christ,” he rasps, fingers coming up hesitantly to brush over the little jeweled plug nestled between her ass cheeks. She peers over her shoulder at him, biting her lip as he presses on it lightly. “Christ,” he whispers again, throat going dry as he realizes that she’s done this to herself, played with her ass and put this here for him to see and god, he doesn’t even know what to say.

“Baby…”

He shakes his head and leans up to press a kiss to her ass cheek, thumbs stroking the backs of her thighs reverently, a fine tremor running over his body, anticipation making his gut twist.

When something hot and wet surrounds his cock he swears and jolts, attention being brought down to where she’s licking his cock. “Make me cum daddy, or you don’t get to,” she whispers against the hot skin of his cock, tongue dainty as it ticks over the head.

He needs no more encouragement than that and grabs her thighs, hauling her back so he can pull her down and into his face. The scent of her overwhelms him and he groans as he tugs at her panties, pulling them down till they’re at her knees and keeping her from moving too far.

He dives in with tongue and teeth and fingers and she’s moaning loudly, nails biting into his thighs, her cries spurring him on. He fucks her with his tongue and then focuses on her clit with relentless strokes, two fingers sliding into her cunt easily.

He finds that spot within her easily and fucks his fingers into it hard and fast, sucking on her clit till he can feel it throb on his tongue. She’s gasping and moaning, getting wetter by the second, her cries muffled by his cock in her throat.

His free hand finds the plug and begins playing with it, twisting and tugging on it, pulling it out an inch and then sliding it back in. Angel moans desperately, hips rolling and back arching and he can feel her cunt spasming, knows she must be close, her cries are pitched and needy as she sucks him harder.

It’s a feedback loop; every moan vibrates up his cock, into the pool of heat in his belly, makes him want more, so he fucks another finger into her and begins thrusting the plug in and out of her ass, making her whine and tremble and gasp around the thick length in her mouth.

They’re loud, he knows it, but he doesn’t give a damn, not when it feels like this, like they might both combust and blaze together like a pair of phoenixes, reborn in the flames of their passion.

Angel rubs at his perineum and he makes a choked sobbing noise against her clit, vision whiting out as she swallows him, throat working and fuck, fuck, he’s cuming and it burns it feels so good.

He has four fingers in her cunt, slick dripping down her thighs as she whines and bucks, swallowing his cum as he fucks the plug back into her ass. She chokes as she cums, her wail of pleasure muffles against his cock and the sensation of it sends another wave of cum pulsing down her throat.

When she finally pulls off his cock, whining and begging—please please please—he removes his mouth from her cunt and pulls his fingers from within her, watching in the dim light as slick trails down her thighs. She rolls to the side, collapsing on her back, gasping for air, and he wraps his wet fingers around her thigh, needing to maintain some contact after that blissful moment that seemed to stand still.

As their breathing steadies, she rolls, shuffles and then snuggles into his side, breaths slow and steady against his skin. Peering at his watch, he grins—it’s just past three am which means she’s officially 18.

“Happy birthday baby,” he whispers, fingers tangling in her hair.

He can feel her smile against his skin before she whispers back around a yawn, “Love you Josh.”

“Love you too baby,” he murmurs around a chuckle, petting her hair back from her face as her breathing slows and steadies.

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Healing Hands Part 1

Cable x reader fic here! Should be about three parts, one each #metalarmmonday lol

Enjoy!

It had been a long shift...like 18 hours long. The kind of shift where someone had thrown up on you at least six hours ago, and the bus had smelled like urine, and you were pretty sure the rain had frizzed your hair into a wild mane, and all you really wanted was a hot shower and sleep.

Well...at least you got the first one.

Fresh out of the shower and half asleep as you stumbled towards your bed, the pounding on your front door made you stop and wonder if homicide by exhaustion was a legal defense.

Groaning softly, you secured the robe around you tighter and paused at the door to grab your baseball bat, tucking it behind one leg as you cracked open the door.

“Doc!” a cheery, red latex covered face greeted you.

Groaning louder you shook your head vehemently, “No Wade, I’m not stitching up whatever dumbass you’ve roped into helping you this time,” you refuted, trying to close the door against his foot.

“Haha, ouchies doc! You’re gonna break my foot!” Ward declared loudly—too fucking loudly for 3am in this neighborhood and in this building.

“Goddamnit, shut up and get in here,” you hissed, unlatching the door and throwing it open. Ward gave a quick salute and then grabbed the—metal arm?!—of someone and dragged him into your apartment.

The other person was an older man, maybe in his 50’s, with silvery black hair and a buzzed undercut, but the most interesting feature was surely the metal arm and bits of metal on his shoulder peeking out from his blood soaked grey t-shirt.

“What happened?” you demanded as Ward carried the unconscious man back to the small bathroom that was just off your bedroom.

“Bad guys with lots of guns. Alien tech apparently, and no one from SHIELD thought they should share the news with us that these fuckers are running around trying to kill mutant kids,” Wade told you, voice pleasant, minus the acerbic note that greatly sounded like he was looking to hunt someone down and turn them into sushi with his swords.

“Right, give me a second,” you muttered, hurrying to your closet to pull out a clean pair of scrubs and hastily pulled them on, ignoring the fact that Wade was cat calling you as you did.

The first few times this had happened with whoever Wade pulled into his bullshit you had been totally unprepared, and confused as to how he had found you.

Then he had lifted his mask and told you his real name and the realization came that he had been on your rounds in the oncology ward.

So here you were, a year later, stealing medical supplies to stitch up whomever Wade dragged into your life, praying that you’d never get caught.

Falling to your knees beside the tub, you ignored the fact that Wade had taken a perch on your sink and was drawing on your mirror in lipstick.

A quick glance told you it was your least favorite color, so no loss there.

Turning your attention to the man in the tub, you quickly went to work, cutting off his shirt to assess the damage. “Hooooly fuck,” you whispered, wide eyed.

Half of the man’s body was metal from the waist up. But that...that wasn’t possible, was it?

The real issue here was the bullet hole in the man’s right shoulder and another along his abdomen. Both were bleeding profusely, steadily.

Looking up at Wade you smacked his leg, “Help me undress him, I don’t want to get more blood on his clothes than I have to,” you ordered.

“Oh goodie, can we see if his cock is metal? I bet it is,” Wade murmured eagerly and you snorted, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You are...” you huffed as you wrestled with the man’s torso, lifting him so you could get at the torn pieces of his shirt, “the thirstiest man I have ever met,” you gasped, settling the man’s shoulders back against the tub wall.

“Aww thank you,” Wade purred, taking the blood stained pants and boots along with him as he hopped onto your counter again.

Smirking, you quickly pulled out a clean wash cloth and turned on the hot water, soaking it before you wrung it out over the wounds.

Metal flashed and pinched—the man was awake and growling profanities at you, your wrist firmly in his grip.

“What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you?!”

“Hey Cable, have a nice nap? This is the doc, she’s our friend so don’t break her, okay?” Ward called tossing a tampon at the man’s—Cable’s—head.

A long moment passed in which the only sound was Cable’s heavy breathing and then, he released you. His blazing—literally, that left eye was glowing—gaze turned to you and you could see the mistrust that still lingered there.

Giving him a faint smile, you leaned back a little, giving him space. “Hey, Mr-uh-Cable,” you murmured hesitantly and stalled out when his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“‘S just Cable,” he rasped, deep voice sounding loud in your small bathroom.

“Right, well you can call me Doc like Wade does, or Nurse Smith, whichever you prefer,” you told him, “but for now, I need you to hold still so I can get the bullets out of you and stop that bleeding.”

Cable studied you a moment and then nodded, begrudgingly. Your hands moved quickly after that, pulling your hair back into a bun, snapping on sterile gloves, and going to work.

To his credit, Cable did little more than grunt and wince when you pulled the bullet from his shoulder and hissed softly when you stitched both wounds up.

When you had finished, you guided him to sit on the toilet and applied fresh bandages to each wound, occasionally peering up at him from where you knelt between his legs.

Ward chattered on in the background, for which you were grateful because by this point, you weren’t sure if Cable hated you in particular or just had a shitty attitude about free medical aid.

Either way, when you were done, you rose unsteadily to your feet, head swimming with exhaustion and adrenaline. When you swayed, black spots dancing in your vision, you felt something warm and metal close around your elbow and hold you steady.

“Easy there doc.”

When the spots had cleared from your vision you looked around the bathroom in confusion, “Where’s Wade?” you asked, feeling groggy.

Cable rose to his feet, a little more steadily than you had, and reached for his pants and boots, still sitting on your counter where Wade had left them.

“Raiding your fridge I think,” was the gruff reply you got as he struggled to pull on his pants without bending over.

Quickly, you knelt and helped to guide the fabric over his muscular thighs—holy mother of god, how is a man his age this hot?! you wondered desperately.

“I-I got it,” he growled, trying to brush your hands away.

Frowning up at him you scoffed and rocked back, waving to his boots, “By all means, rip your stitches open and have me do them all over again,” you snapped sarcastically.

He glared down at you, eye glowing, and then sighed in frustration, looking away.

Taking that as your cue to help him, you quickly guided his feet into the boots and laced them up before standing once more, your head pounding ferociously.

“I think I’ve got a shirt that’ll fit you,” you murmured, swaying a little as you went to your closet and pulled out an oversized T-shirt you had won at some raffle.

Tossing it to him you grinned when he unfurled it and read the front, his scarred, displeased visage deepening.

“Don’t get caught with your pants down, get tested...and clap back at the Clap,” he read out loud, disbelievingly.

Nodding, you grinned when he scowled at you, “It was a public health initiative to try and get people to get tested.”

When he only scowled deeper, you shrugged, “Whatever man, wear it or don’t, but you’ll attract more attention without it, especially with all that metal,” you muttered, waving a hand toward his chest before striding away and leaving him to his decision.

As you entered your kitchen you sighed heavily, because true to what Cable had said, Wade was rummaging through your fridge, even as he ate from a box of cookies.

Scowling, you stormed over and snatched them out of his hands and nudged the fridge door shut with your hip.

“Stop eating my food Wade. I’m the one who worked an 18 hour shift and then had a stranger shoved into my tub for stitches. I get the cookies,” you told him tiredly.

“You know doc, that’s why I come to you,” Wade told you, leaning against the counter to peer at you through his mask as you ate a cookie.

“Mmph curkies?” you asked through a mouthful of Oreo.

“No silly! Because you’re the best at making people feel better even when it’s a really shitty day,” he told you and something in his voice made you pause.

“You have a shitty day?” you asked hesitantly; trying to gauge his emotions through the mask was hard.

He shrugged and stared down at the countertop. “Vanessa was killed a year ago. So, lots of shitty days,” he replied quietly.

Something in the middle of your chest ached and you slid the package is Oreos across be counter towards him.

Lifting his mask back up to rest on his forehead, he gave you a small, grateful smile before shoving two in his mouth. Smirking, you laughed softly and leaned on the counter across from him, sharing the cookies and silence.

Heavy bootsteps caught your attention and you looked up to find Cable walking slowly over, face lined with pain.

When he leaned against the counter you slid the Oreos toward him and shrugged when he shook his head no. Turning away, you dug through your work bag until you found your prescription pad and waved it to Cable.

“I can write you something for the pain,” you offered, huffing in annoyance when he immediately shook his head in denial. “C’mon, recovery from two bullet wounds isn’t going to be easy or quick, you don’t have to suffer and be fucking macho,” you snapped.

Cable’s eye blazed at you as he met your gaze angrily, “I said no. I don’t need to dull the pain,” he growled.

Scoffing angrily, you threw the pad back into your bag and turned to Wade, “As always, it’s great to see you, but I’ve got to sleep. Don’t get shot on the way home,” you ordered, heading to the door to hold it open for them.

Wade snatched four more cookies(in each hand) and tugged his mask down before sauntering over and leaning down to press a weirdly adorable kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks for the fix and the cookies doc,” he replied warmly.

Rolling your eyes you hid a smile and leaned up to hug him, “I’m sorry about Vanessa,” you whispered, giving him an extra squeeze before releasing him.

He nodded and then looked over to where Cable was making his way slowly across the room, sighing exaggeratedly. “Ughh come on old man, time to let the nice lady sleep!” he declared before striding across the room and physically helping Cable.

To your surprise the older man didn’t object, and, not to your surprise, only gave you a nod of thanks before the door closed between you.

Hastily you locked it and then stripped off your dirty scrubs before collapsing in bed.

The mess in the bathroom would just have to wait.

Hey guyyys...so I had this little plot bunny hoping around and thought I’d share! How’s everyone doing this Monday? Is this a good update for a #metalarmmonday / #mancrushmonday ?! More parts to follow!! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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