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monstas1ut · 1 year

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Removing His Rage

EUSTASS KID x black!reader

Summary

__ when Eustass Kid is mad, he loves fucking +18 earthy/spiritual!black!reader dumb, and he especially loves when her accent comes out.

Content

___ Established relationship, black coded reader, kid calls it your accent = it’s really slang, Kid is obsessed with the way you talk dirty, choking, praise, bookloving!reader, nature loving!reader, reader wears long skirts and a head wrap, reader has locs, Creampie, slight oral near the end, overstim, you slightly cry, bulging, he calls you dumb/slut/doll, dumbification.

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous.

Wax dripped down the long candle, foreshadowing how your inner thighs will look later on. There was a worry plastered on your face when the obnoxious noises outside seemed to have slipped through the walls. Your quaint room only had thin walls, this meant that you could hear every vowel someone was pronouncing. Not to mention, the harsh shaking and the rowdy aggression.

The small, gentle room was a contrast to the rest of the ship. It was filled with greenery, tiny plush furniture, candles, and bookshelves overfilled with books. It was a soft feel, but as you sat there on your bed, you weren’t achieving any sense of calmness.

“What is goin’ on out there…” You muttered to yourself as the soft smell of lavender and cocoa wrapped around you. The potent scent that you had followed you everywhere, and it calmed the people around, down. You’d say the pirates on the Victoria Punk have gotten better at regulating their emotions, but only when they aren’t fighting and slaughtering others. The Captain has yet to fall into your ways though, so you could only imagine it was him causing chaos.

The sun slipped around your skin, it deepened into it and comforted the brown color of it. Not to mention your pretty, swooped edges peeking from under the wrapped scarf that was on your crown. Visually, you were a breath of fresh air. Some men on this ship await just for you to bring their positive energy back. They might be rough and dumbfounded men, but they did show respect towards you. However, you still don’t know if it is because of your aura or if it’s because you’re their captain’s lover.

Captain Eustass Kid was indeed a maniac, and his crew followed suit. You’ve yet to grab an incense stick, but that’s just because you knew most of these men would croak… including your boyfriend. So the most you could do was stand here in the warmth of the sun and watch veins appear on your boyfriend’s neck. There wasn’t much you could do, so you didn’t know why everyone was counting on you.

From the corner of the redhead’s eye, he grumbled a few things as he watched your body, your temple. Although he may never say it, Kid loved you for you. However, your body was a damn temple. With the long, green skirt that shaped your curves, the tiny top that held your breasts in place, your perfect head wrap, and your soft face, he couldn’t resist. Your beauty was a major part in him loving you as well. He didn’t care who said what, he was attracted to you in every way possible.

They do say opposites attract..

“Mad..?” There was a gentle purr that followed your one worded question, but it made Kid throb. It might’ve not been in a lewd manner, but he takes everything the other way. Especially when the back of your soft hand rubbed his face. There was too much comfort in that and Kid never had that in his life. It makes him jerk away every time. He grunted when he moved his head to the side, avoiding your hand. You’ve been through this with him though, you knew he liked it.

Kid had been slumped back in that chair for awhile now, his eyes now glaring up at you. Maybe his sharpened glare made your lower stomach burn, but you stood your ground in your platform sandals… even if he riled you up in some way. But since he wanted to play as a pissed off brat, you just had to give him special treatment …

“Baby…”

Thing is, you weren’t even saying anything after these words, but Kid understood you. It was the way your face would look, right now it was slightly formed in a worried manner. He couldn’t help but stare into your eyes, especially since your soft hand cupped his face. And you were the only person who could do that without dying because Kid loved it. His insides got all mushy and his cock instantly became hard.

Well, he might’ve already been hard beforehand…

Kid just couldn’t resist how you looked. Those waist beads were especially calling for him today. Although there may be a meaning behind it, Kid didn’t care much to understand. He just loved watching you whine and moan while his cock is bulging your stomach. That’s because those beads would be on the brink of snapping because of said bulge. He knows you’d probably get all mad, but that’s even better…

“Piss off..” The male grunted, trying to juggle all his emotions at once. But, you knew he really didn’t mean it. If anything, Kid wanted you to keep pursuing him. His little efforts to push you away didn’t work.

“Why?… You know I can’t ignore you, especially when you’re all angry..” You whispered, your fingers gently passing by his exposed chest. Your sweet, French tip nails ran gently across his chest scars, and that made Kid shiver. His red painted lips almost curled up into a more pissed off look, but watching how soft you smiled, he couldn’t resist.

Kid may be pissed off, angry, and frustrated.. but he couldn’t verbally inflict that on you. However, the second you plopped your pretty ass onto his lap, his hatred for whatever he was thinking about had left his mind for a second. You were so cute sitting on his lap. The size difference was so unreal that it made you look like a tiny doll.

With your pretty, shiny brown skin and the ethereal attire, he believed it gave him some urge. You’ve always tempted him in ways that other women have not. You were different, and you didn’t only care about yourself. You fed him, you cared for him like a baby, and you looked good on his cock.

“You can tell me about it-..”

“I don’t want to fuckin’ talk about it, woman..” Kid growled back, his hostility was at its peak with you, but you still smiled. Even with his harsh words, you still managed to smile because you knew you were getting to him. His little efforts were always shut down by you edging him on.

“I didn’t say you had to talk…” Your lips formed those words in a gentle manner, yet the meaning behind it was far from that. Kid took it the right way, he knew what you were implying.. and he instantly called you a little slut in his head. He knew just how calm and sweet you were as a person, but he knew the real you…

The ship was quiet now, most of the members were either hiding or somewhere waiting for the storm to blow over.. but even if they were around, you still would’ve bent over, and your plushy, glossy lips still would’ve pressed against Kid’s.

You loved catching him off guard, as much as he despised it. He’d rather do it to you instead, but you couldn’t not do it. An angry Eustass Kid was fairly hot to you, and you knew just from his sudden groan that he was going to fall into the sex.

The sweet sounds of your bracelets comforted him, and the slight rattle of your waist beads made him groan again. This kiss was undoubtedly deep, and your lips were so soft. His urge to ask for more of your sugar kisses was high, but his cock did all the talking. It was like a steel pole in those pants, and you felt it right through your skirt.

As your fingers ran through his red hair, the warmth of the kiss became hotter. Kid’s anger has to be pushed out somehow, so you resulted to this. Soft little breaths helped you as Kid’s larger lips pressed against yours. He completely sucked you in. It looked as if you two were eating each other. He was just that hungry for you and everything else you had to offer. That metal arm of his pushed you towards him from behind just to make sure he was given all of you.

Entrapped in his arms, the both of you were as close as you could get. Kid even sat up quickly to focus on the pleasure more. There was no way he was backing down now. As annoyed and pissed off he was, he had to let it out. And his tongue slipped into your mouth without warning. A gentle moan came from your throat as your toes were visibly curled in those platform sandals. Your smaller, pink tongue tried to keep up, but the smutty kiss was too aggressive for you to try.. although, that turned you on even more.

As a soft, sweet girl, you were portrayed as innocent. However, when some of the crew members did try to see what was up.. they could only see your smaller body being lifted from the chair. Their captain had stood up with his lover. It would’ve been innocent and cute if your legs weren’t around him, and if your lips weren't mixed with red lipstick and gloss.

The kiss broke from its existence, and the naughty, thick string of saliva was broken when you pulled away more. This only made you go right back in though, and Kid obliged. But, this time he had you firmly. He left his beer on that table, only to take you right back to where you came from..

That dainty, green filled room that Kid seemed to hate so much. He built the area for you when you both established your relationship. Sometimes you slept there, sometimes you slept with him in his room. Recently, it’s been you sleeping in his room.. but considering his annoyance.. he was surely going to fuck you silly in your room… the aroma could probably calm him down.

Kid knew one hundred percent that your pussy would calm him down though, and that’s why he threw you on the bed like it was his duty. He didn’t even bother to close your door all the way either. His care was little to none, and if someone saw the two of you.. he still wouldn’t give a damn.

The smeared , red lipstick on your lips branded you as his, along with every piece of jewelry he’d made for you. Kid’s favorite must be the belly piercing. He made that for you. That added with the waist beads below it complimented it so well. Everyone knew you were Eustass Kid��s woman, they wouldn’t dare try to do anything, nor look unannounced.

“You’re such a fucking slut..” Kid murmured as his rough, large hand caressed your sweet waist, you were so much more tiny than him. Everyone was, but it was different with you, you were the one about to take his cock.. you had no choice but to take it.

His piercing red hair was right above you. That was the only thing you could think about right now. That shortened red hair distinguished your man from everyone else. There was no mistaking him to begin with though, especially with his large mechanical arm. Which, you’ve come to like the machine. You liked when he’d use It to lift you, or when he’d try to gently caress you with it.

But, he wasn’t in a soft mood..

Kid inhaled the sweet lavender and cocoa, his eyes focused on how pretty you looked below him. In the back of his mind, he kind of wanted to say sorry for once. However, he really wasn’t going to care after a few seconds of staring at your thin top being slid off. Those pretty, darkened nipples were slightly hardened from the air, and they looked almost edible.

“Then slut me out..” with a seductive tone, you purred this to your lover, the red head. He couldn’t see anything but black for a second before he growled. “Don’t say some shit you can’t back up…cause’ I dare you to cry… or even whine like a little bitch about your pain.” Kid was blunt, but what he was really saying was ‘please don’t regret this’. You’ve been with him long enough to know his aggressive diction was just because he couldn’t express his feelings..

Why do you think he’s about to fuck his anger out?

Kid didn’t waste any time trying to get your second confirmation to, quote ‘slut you out’. His fingers roughly pulled at the green skirt with a swift motion and eventually pulled it off. While doing this, it revealed your pretty hips and thighs along with the prettiest stretch marks known to man. The pattern was indescribable, but they were in fact, invisible bars for Kid to rub with his thumb and hold on to.

“Don’t play wit’ me.. Captain.”

The way your words easily slipped from your mouth, it ran shivers down Kid’s back. It pissed him off in a way that he couldn’t explain. The sudden boost of your scent entered his nose again and it made him grunt. Lavender and cocoa never smelled so good until now.

“You’re fucking crazy.. You like when I’m fucking mad, huh?” Kid swore, his eyes squinted in a mixed emotional way. He used his real hand to begin taking off his clothes and unbuckling his belt, and it only made you eager. The feeling of calmness slipped you just a little and it was replaced with anxiousness. You were in tune with all of your emotions and your energy, but when Kid would take his clothes off.. you could only get fired up.

Those scars, they were never ending. His determination splattered all over his face, and his purple painted nails looked hot while holding his cock. It leaked the white precum, it was pretty thick but you knew it tasted more salty than sweet. Which, that fit him in more ways than one. Even his cock was in tune with his aggression. It looked like it hurt feelings. It was straight, his cock tip was a darker pink, and the thickness of it was almost concerning. It fit his hand well, but his hand was also a bit too large for just your neck…

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good little slut aren’t you..?” Kid sharply spoke, his grumbles trailing behind as he watched your chest heave up and down. You were so gorgeous in a state like this. Your outer pussy lips fit your clit so well. Kid has been with plenty of women before, but nothing compared to your gold. It was dripping so prettily.. it only made him want to put your ankle bracelet to your head.

“Mhm-.. m’gonna take that big dick..” you whispered, your toes already curling from watching Kid purposefully rub his tip against your wetness. Everytime he’d actually try to push in, the slippery surface would just deny his entry. It made him groan knowing how wet you get because of him, but damn.. all he wanted was to slip inside.. Luckily you were now eager, and your sweet fingers wrapped around the red head’s cock.

“You want me to put it in my pussy?… You wanna take yo’ anger out on this pussy dontcha’?” The swift change in your attitude completely turned. You were far from innocent now, and the lust and sexual tension tackled you. You couldn’t help but suck him in you the second he groaned loudly.

“Fuck yeah. Keep that pretty mouth open, doll. Talk to me.”

Kid relished the way you sounded during sex. Your dirty talk overshadowed any woman who believed she could talk dirty better than you. The way your vowels were pronounced, or the way you’d cut off part of the word.. he would forget that he was still on planet earth. That’s until you squeezed around him with your pink insides. Kid had plenty of time to feel around inside of you and watch your face contort into one of pleasure.

“That’s such a big ass dick..” you mumbled, making Kid’s ego fly through the roof. “Fuck…it’s calling you, baby…” you whimper, feeling your lower back lift off the soft bed. Kid was so tall and large that his cock didn’t reach your pretty pussy as well as it should.. that’s why he had to lift your hips up a bit more. It made it all worth wild because this position mixed with your filthy words? Your boyfriend gave no mercy.

The tip of his cock being fairly acquainted with the opening of your womb. He was so far inside that the bulge was indeed making the waist beads cry. However, seeing such a thing, along with your pretty blonde locs falling out of the scarf, the Captain growled like an animal in heat. His mechanical hand held one side of your waist while his real did the same.. The differences between the two made you feel hot and cold..

“Yeah… Take my cock. Let’s see how far you can go before tapping out.” Kid teased, his eyes focused hard on the bulge shown in your midsection. His thumbs would sometimes slip under those beads, just to play with them while he pounds your guts.

“N-Nah… huh uh-… I c-can take it…”

Those scarred, bruised hands were gripping your precious hips, the stretch marks still being rubbed gently by his fingers. That was the only gentle thing he was doing, his cock preferred digging in your guts. Oh how he loved watching your waist beads rise just from his bulge. It would tighten up around you, and the bangles on your wrist would shimmy when your palm would press against his lower stomach.

“Fuck no. You said you can take it-.. take it then.” There was a force behind his words. He watched your lips part and he listened to your sexy voice purr below him.

There was just something about you. Well.. it was all of it. All of you. From your darkened areolas to the brown, beautiful pussy that was taking him in time and time again. He just loved when you’d keep your legs open for his cock. He loved when you’d curl your toes below him. You were so tiny, he just didn’t know what to do with you other than fuck you dumb.

One thing Kid wanted to do to you when you first met was to choke you silly… Your intelligence about life and everything else, pissed him off. He wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, but he hated when you’d correct him. Sometimes he just wished you’d shut that pretty mouth up. This happens especially when you are trying to explain a book’s plot to him.

So, strictly watching your pretty face, he could feel his cock twitch. Your sweet, e/c eyes were rolling back in a way that made you look like a fucked-out bimbo. You tried to conceal your sounds, but much to your dismay, biting your bottom lip didn’t work. The flesh slipped from your mouth and your pussy was immediately reacting from the penetration.

“Ohhhhhh-shitt~.. Shit~.. M-M’cummin’ daddy- make-.. make this pussy cum with that big ass dick. You like that dontcha’..? You like me creamin all over that fuckin’ dick..” with the upmost lust and sexual pleasure wrapped up in those words, you practically poured out your moans on a plate for Kid to eat up. He couldn’t believe how sexy you were. His body reacted even more wildly when he looked between the both of you. You were so tight around him that you could barely feel anything at the moment. Kid felt you pulsating around him, and he took notice of your creamy cum making its appearance on his cock.

It was so quiet on Kid’s end, although he was groaning non stop. He was too focused, as well as letting the sounds and words penetrate him.

“Fuck!…” he growled out through his teeth, watching your breasts bounce each time he’d thrust into you. There was pleasure within watching you whine and talk like a slut while your brain goes numb and dumb. Kid was heavily influenced by your act and he couldn’t stop there. As much as it hurt to contain his orgasm in a tight cage, he had to hear your pussy gush.. and he had to hear your stupid, cute voice.

There was nothing better than Kid moaning out under his breath while he watched your tongue hang out. You looked like a cute, dumb little slut that had too much dick in her stomach. Your hands gripped those sheets with all your might, knowing you could barely handle Kid’s cock overstimulating you. Your moans were now slurred and squeaky, your insides also feeling the same way. There was no type of pain, it was only non stop pleasure that felt like too much.

But Kid enjoyed it… and his anger was slowly slipping away the second he watched your legs shake. “Y-.. y-.. please-… D-Dick-… too- m-…”

“Shit.” Kid firmly swore, his head tilting upwards as his cock twitched. He was so close to cumming, and he wasn’t going to hold back. The loud sounds of your skin slapping with his only got louder, and his real hand moved up to your neck before pushing you down into the mattress. All while, his mechanical hand kept your lower body up against him. He needed you to be at a perfect angle..

“You want me to cum in this pussy?”

“Uhn-.. uh huh..” you could barely comprehend anything, yet you knew what he said then. Kid didn’t waste time, he was already aching to pass this orgasm. So when he pushed as much as he could, he didn’t move. His body stayed firm against yours, and your little yelp caused him to give more.

Your eyes were so glossy and beautiful.. and Kid just loved that clueless look on your face. He loved how filled your pussy was. It felt so damn warm that he didn’t wanna leave it. The mixture of your cum and his felt so good.. but most of it was stuck inside of you. His cock slipped out just as easy, and it dripped with white substance..

Your lower body dropped down to the comfy bed and it dropped cum out to the bed sheets. The quietness effected the both of you, but it was slightly interrupted by your loud breaths. The air was literally fucked out of you so you needed to take back as much as you could because your weak adrenaline wanted you to please your man.

“Clean it up for me..” Kid’s tone echoed, it was still deep and dark, yet it was softer. His sweet efforts to sound ‘nice’ made you even more happy to do it for him. You could care less that your scarf was no longer on your crown, besides, he liked when he could softly touch your locs.

They looked so pretty when you lifted yourself up. They followed you gently and they framed your face while your puffy lips wrapped around his messy, sticky cock. Kid felt like he had no more worries.. not when he had a precious girlfriend tending to his every need…

“Thank you, doll.”

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sl33paholics · 4 months

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dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

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skrillawrld · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓

𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐍 𝐈 𝐄 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊! 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

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“Angel, you’re up next.” Your coworker said.

‘Time to show the fuck out.’ You thought. Apparently there was this fine group of rich folks outside ready to watch you guys pole dance.

Once your coworker, Cookie, told you that it was your stage time, you heard the girls that came off stage ramble on about a group of dudes throwing mad cash.

You heard them mention two dudes with long hair, one with blonde hair, and a tall dude with a buzz cut. They had to be fine if they had the meanest stripper confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I gotta see this shit for myself.” You said; wrapping the strings of your heels around your legs.

“Good luck out there, boo.” Amber, another worker, told you. She always wanted you to do your best and get your coins.

“Thanks my love, I’ll do my best.” You said, smiling at her. As soon as she seen that smile, she knew you were turning into another person on stage.

Cookie told the dj he could get ready to announce your name in a few, considering you were still choosing a song.

Once you chose your song, I luv this shit by August Alsina, the dj announced your name.

“ Hello everyone, Welcome Angel to the stage; if she’s feeling generous one lucky woman, or man may receive a lap dance from her !” He announced.

You walked out, a cat walk to be specific. Your body glowed and sparkled, giving you an euphoric look. The farther out you walked, the more eyes began to turn on you; room silencing down as everyone was too mesmerized to continue their side conversations. The attention was directly on you.

While the song was still warming up, you scoped out for the group your co-workers were discussing . Once you spotted them, you already had a clear idea of who was going to receive the lap dance from you. Of course one of them were going to get pick, why settle for less when more is in front of you?

Exactly.

As August voice began to play you took that as your clue to start circling the pole, something real light to get everyone’s eyes on you; keeping constant eye contact with the specific group. From your observations two of the men had girlfriends, or women on their arms. However, care was not in your thoughts. Your main target wasn’t any of them, the one with the buzz cut had piqued you, and your pussy’s interest.

You climbed up the pole, twirling and performing slow, sensual and sexual movements . Since you had went to pole dancing class earlier that week you decided to try one of the new tricks you learned.

Climbing all the way on top of the pole, just to drop partially and end it off with a backbend off the pole into a split. You were nervous, scared you might slip and embarrass yourself but you did better than expected.

From your point of view it may have seemed sloppy, but the men in the crowd seemed to be infatuated with your movements; watching how beautifully you performed and hoping they were the one you chose for your lap dance.

Getting up from the splits, you crawled towards the end of the stage, making sure your hips swayed with each drop of your knees; pointing at the dude with with the buzz cut and motioning him over with the pulling of your finger.

He pointed at himself, and after noticing your head nod he came over. His nonchalant vibes seemed to turn you on more, you looked at it as a case needed to be cracked.

Whenever you grab someone your girls already know to grab a chair. When he finally reached over to you, whispering in his ear, you began to ask him about his age and name, making sure you felt morally correct about giving him a dance. Once he told you his name, Connie, and his age, 23, you decided it was fine, considering you were 21.

“Are you fine with getting felt on, Connie?” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine with whatever, babe.” He responded; placing himself in the chair Amber had brought out.

As soon as he sat down, he positioned himself in a man spread so he’d feel everything and allow you to see everything he was working with, especially the bulge that already seemed to be protruding.

You started to walk around him, making sure to keep eye contact with him every time you’re in front of him. While the song rang in your ears you started to get in touch with the melody, allowing your body to move freely on its own , as if you were one with the beat.

“Ask me why I do it, Ima put it like this, goddam it, I love it.” You heard as the lyrics played; placing yourself upon Connie’s lap and grinding into him, the eye contact being held was truly intense. He began rubbing on your ass, slapping it, whispering dirty nothings into your ears and placing you directly on top of his bulge.

“You’re so pretty for me, Angel.” He stated. Pulling your hair back, he started trailing kisses up your neck, as if you two were the only in the room. The closer to your lips, the harder he sucked. On the upper right corner of your neck he sucked the hardest, earning a groan and grind from you.

Connie pulled away; inspecting the bruising on your neck to see if it was noticeable enough for him after his assault on the area even though it was dark. You betters believe after tonight you were going to be his.

“I need you so badly.” You whimpered into his ear. For him, this was a sign for him, you confessed to it, you’re basically his lover now.

After telling Connie that he told you to quickly finish with your show and meet him outside, you’re horny, so you agreed.

Finishing up your show you collected your money and went backstage to count and band it up. After you were done with that you quickly told the girls bye and to enjoy the rest of their night.

Walking outside you were met with Connie and his group of friends, the girls weren’t lying, they were really beautiful people, really bold too. The one with the brown shaggy hair, who’s name you had found out was Jean, immediately approached you to tell you how good you performed, in which you responded with a nervous laugh and a shy thanks.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Connie said after waving his friends off. While on the drive to his penthouse he proved to have excellent music taste, everything about him had you on fire already. During the ride he had his right hand placed securely between your legs; gripping and rubbing whenever he hit a sharp turn or decided to let his foot sit on the gas.

Arriving at the penthouse you didn’t get to take a look around. He pounced on you and you returned the energy, ready to fuck on him like rabbits in the mating season.

Connie grabbed your face and sloppily kissed your lips; sucking on your neck and making sure to lick on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He already knew how and where to turn you on. If he had neighbors they’d believe he was hurting someone the way he had you moaning and begging.

He began to strip you, leaving your panties for last. Kissing down your body Connie had no intentions to just fuck you but make love to you, he wanted you to feel so good that you’d never think of leaving him alone.

“Connie~” You panted out. He gave you no chance to show what you were working with. He was acting as if you were his wife he hadn’t seen until after a long war, you weren’t complaining but your brain was going foggy. How could making out already have you so dumb?

Connie ears went deaf to your pleas, if you weren’t telling him to stop or screaming red he wouldn’t hear. He wanted you, no… he needed you.

He needed to feel your body, he needed to feel your insides, he needs to feel your lust. That you and your body needed him as much as he needed you.

Connie has never felt like this over someone, especially someone who only met once. He was almost whimpering with need, his body was so hot and deprived of touch after tonight he couldn’t let you go, it just wouldn’t be right.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me.” Connie moaned in your ears; his fingers pumping into your pussy at such a fast pace, if someone were to deliver food the only thing they’d hear from the front door is the squelching of your pussy and your uncontrollable moans of begging Connie to go faster and telling him to “make me feel you.”

After he finished licking the cream from your pussy, he gave her a kiss and slap, which caused you to squirt. Surprising right? No. That’s what overstimulation does sometimes.

Placing you on the couch, Connie sucked on your breast before grabbing a condom. Once he slipped the condom on he gave you a deep passionate kiss. One that gave you the feeling that he wants to see you more.

As he slipped into you, your jaw went slack. The more he entered, the further your eyes rolled back. He laughed, what a sick fuck, huh? Watching you lose yourself all over his dick, he loves it.

“Focus.” He said, patting your face. He wanted you to watch him, not that he’s obsessed with himself, but he wants you obsessed with him. He placed a decorative pillow under your hips and placed his hand near your uterus; spitting on your clit and quickly began to rub on your clit, getting you stimulated and excited, excited for his dick.

After making you cum he pressed harder on your uterus, pushing himself inside. The moans… indescribable. There wasn’t a word to describe how he was making you feel. He grabbed your face, staring into your eyes, when they weren’t rolling back, and grinning. He already knew you were putty in his hands and he wanted you like that all the time. Whenever he wants you to sit on his face, you’ll come and do it, without questioning and telling him that you’d hurt him.

“Please..” You begged out. Connie kissed you, whispering sweet promises into your ears, telling you how you were his and how he’s gonna take such good care of his pretty baby and her pretty pussy. Those words sent you over the edge. The impending orgasm that was long overdue had finally arrived. Your pussy spasmed, forcing Connie out of you and sending you to the floor; shaking uncontrollably.

Connie wasn’t done, he took the condom off and placed himself and the front of your mouth. Seeing him there all hot and sweaty you had the urge to please him, though you were still going through your orgasm, he rubbed your back as you began to calm down.

You stood on your knees and began to suck him off, he understood you were tired so he gave you a sympathetic look before roughly shoving himself down your throat, ultimately leading him to his orgasm. He came down your throat, it wasn’t the nastiest but you preferred it on your face.

He gave you a kiss and picked you, sitting you both on the couch and praising you on how well you did.

“I think I wanna see you more after this.” He spoke.

“Me too.”

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let's make love! <3

NSFW! - experienced bf x virgin woman reader - 2.4k words

ft. Moonlight - Kali Uchis

synopsis: you r ready to lose your v-card n your loving bf is happy to oblige!

include: virginity loss, manhandling, heavy foreplay; fingering, oral, nipple play (women receiving).

AN: I rlly dunno how it happend to be so long guys

…*ring*…

…”baby?”

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His voice lets you sense a slightly worried tone as he continues speaking. For your part, you are taking deep breaths, how could you have forgotten to tell him something that important?

“Is everything okay? I'm at my training-”

“Yes! I mean everything is totally fine…I just wanted to tell you something…” you let your voice trail off as you swallow painfully.

“I'm all ears baby” his voice is still breathless as he pushes his phone even closer to his ear.

“I…im ready to loose my virginity, with you I mean…i…thats all! Anyway sorry for bothering you bye! Love you!” …*bipbipbip*

You never spoke or hung up faster than at that exact moment.

A second later your cell phone rings in your hand:

|| arrogant mf 💋 : be ready at 8

|| you : for???

|| arrogant mf 💋 : just get your pretty ass ready n fancy

|| arrogant mf 💋 : Love ya

|| you : me too silly

Both of you smile dumbly at your respective cellphones. “It's happening,” both of you think. Small butterflies fly through your stomach. And the blood in his veins running like crazy.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, keeping a bunch of giggles in your throat. You need to get ready for the big night ahead of you.

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As the day went by, you tried to memorize every single moment of it: the weather, the sounds, the scents, everything. It's such a lovely day you concluded. Especially with that coming. Just thinking about it makes you all flustered, your heart beating faster. You were unable to stop thinking about it.

It took you hours to be ready: showering while applying the softest body washes and creams, exfoliating and cleansing gently your whole body. Your face was impeccable. From the eyebrows to the lips. You put on your cutest pink dress, adding thin silver earrings on your ears that brush against your shoulder, and a heart-shaped ring of the same colours circling tightly around your finger. Finally, you lace those cute nude heels you fancy so much. You reassemble like an angel fallen from the highest parts of heaven.

*ding*

As you apply the last layer of gloss on your lips the sound coming from your door makes you jolt. “It's time already?” those magical butterflies you felt all over your skin earlier became nasty cockroaches in an instant. ‘What if’ starts to run through your anxious mind before a second ringbell sound make it’s way in your ear. You take a deep breath and grab your lightweight bag before opening the door with a small smile.

For a moment there is a silence, both of you appreciating the effort put by the other for that memorable evening. Then, your boyfriend is the first to broke silence:

“You are definitely worth the wait baby” he laughs heartwarmingly and extends his hand to help you go down the stairs. You took it willingly, squeezing it by the same occasion. “I mean aren't I always worth the wait?” you giggle while slowly walking toward his car. “You could have send me the address you know?” you add, on a light tone. “And let my lady go there by herself? Never with me alive”

The discussion goes on and on, on the road as well as on the restaurant. It was fancier than you thought to the point you couldn't even recognize any of the meals they served. Even more laughs to share for the both of you right?

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Vine, champagne, mojito and martini.

It didn't stop and it was clear all that coquetterie he offered to you was to spoil you, make you feel special. Because you were.

“Let's stop drinking for tonight shall we?” your boyfriend says as he is putting both of your glasses aside. “Why?” you ask, “The night is young don't you think?” you slowly take your glass back between your finger with a playfull grin.

“Exactly, the night is young, and I need you fully conscious for what I'm gonna do to you for the rest of the night my lady.”

The last thing you remember after that is him, getting up to pay the bill, running his hand from your chest to your waist as you both walk outside the luxury restaurant…The rest is blurry: the ride to his place, him leading you to his bedroom, telling you how good he's gonna take care of you…

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Indeed he is, quiet moans start to fill the room as he caress your legs and let wander his experienced mouth on your neck. “M-mh- baby a-ah” ,soon enough you were unable to process words by your mind but by your body alone: “Mhh talk to me pretty girl…you like it? Like my mouth on your pretty neck?” the question he ask you is simple but you could only hum against his broad shoulder as an answer.

The load of new sensations was overwhelming. You are hopelessly moving your hips against his lap, letting go of the prettiest noise that man ever heard. “Wanna ride something baby?” he playfully murmurs in your ear. The time you process his saying, you can already feel his large hand gradually gripping your ass, growling as he feels it. “What do we have here uh? Such an adorable pantie…” he observes, his hand moving your dress up. “You made yourself cute even under that dress?” he grin, looking down at you lovingly.

However, his member is painfully throbbing against his tight pants, his mind leaving more and more room for his body's desires exclusively. But he couldn't care less: the sight he has in front of him could make him cum all by itself. You, shyly trying to get yourself off by moving on his thick thigh. He knew he had to wait for you to set the pace, but he couldn't wait to ask anymore: “mhh if you wanna ride baby…let me push a finger deep inside of ya m’okay?”

His sultry voice did miracles on you, you nod with a quiet “yes” before he run his thick and long finger inside your throbbing heat. You yelp shamelessly. “It's okay baby, just thrust me…look at you, it feels good doesn't it?” You confirm his sentence with a long moan at the same time as he moves his finger. He is slow, careful, and loving…and you are taking it oh so well. The young man is absolutely losing his mind, he can't help but put a second finger inside your walls. The surprise he is able to witness on your face almost made him cum on the spot. “M’love! S’too- it’s too much!” you exclaim, digging your manicured nails in his back.

He couldn't think straight anymore. He needs to get a grip before he loses it for good, but how could someone be mad at him for losing it a little? Just look at yourself: panting heavily, chanting his name, on the verge of tears just from his digits. Thinking about it, he would barely be able to get his throbbing cock inside you. “So tight around my fingers uh? Gonna cum my lady?” he already knows the answer. “M’fuck! S’good!” you moan loudly ascertaining his thinking.

He goes on again, not stopping fingering you even after your orgasm. “I need to prep you well okay baby?”

And what could you do more than take it?

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“God! M’baby! A-Auh” you arch your back while almost suffocating him with your legs. “Mhh taste…heaven…” you can barely hear him as he licks your pussy with expertise. You never felt something quite like this before, the only thing you can do is helplessly jolt every time he flicks his hot tongue on your intimate lips. Pushing your legs apart, your boyfriend raise up his eyes to you with an adorable glint. A total contrast to the ministrations he is doing on your sensitive body. “You are doing so good for me my love…ready to cum on my face yeah?”

At this point he doesn’t even know if he is eating you out for your pleasure or for his own: he is enjoying it way too much. Your poor whines and even poorest tentative to move away from his mouth to manage your overwhelming pleasure brought him to the verge of ecstasy. He is desperately trying to get off by humping the poor mattress, his mind going blank as he devoured your heat like it was a five-star Michelin meal. Even tastier than any meals he ate at the restaurant earlier if you ask him. Finally, he feels the powerful warmth of orgasm growing in his stomach, you could hear him deeply moaning sending shockwaves directly on your pussy. “Baby? A-are you- a-ah! F-fuck!” You tried to ask him: ‘are you coming? From eating me out?’ But the same sensation you felt two times earlier went through your guts yet again. You both came: eyes rolling back and nails digging in each other’s body parts.

Neither of you could wait anymore, “n-need it inside” you plead your tone heavy with lust. “What exactly?” He couldn’t help but be a little teasing to you, your neediness was adorable after all. “Y-you know…I need your cock inside…” the weak but noticeable movement of your hips toward his, showing your exposed pussy glistening of your arousal was enough to convince him completely.

He straightens up, his toned body glistening with sweat, and an adoring gaze on your body as you take off shyly your dress. “So exquisite…so pretty” he coos like in a trance. Your glaze is also trailing on his body, till your eyes stop on the wet spot on his pants. Your boyfriend follows your gaze and chuckles, “See? Already made me cum my lady”. You bite your bottom lip as he unbuckles his belt and slightly bends over your vulnerable body. He slowly takes off your lingerie bra, like he is unwrapping a present. He massages gently your breasts, as well as sucking your sensitive nipples, stealing moans from your glossy lips.

“ ‘Can't take it anymore, y’so pretty…so hot…” he mumbled against your chest, his fingers playing with your nipples. “Then put it in, m’so ready for you baby” you plead almost going crazy from the wait.

“You sure?” he asks, his tone so worried you can't help but giggle. “Yes love, I wanna do it with you” you consent. Then he kisses you sweetly taking off his boxers. You separate your mouths, breathless, before your man speaks up, “m’gonna go in okay? If it hurts too much tell me, if you want me to stop tell me, if something feels really good just moan my name alright?” both of you laugh at the last part but you nod understanding what he told you. He doesn't waste any more time and puts on a condom over his wet cock and you quietly observe squeezing your legs in excitation.

Then it happens, he pushes his hardened member past your walls slowly. Always scrutinizing your face for any inconvenience and listening for every time you whine. If it happens he stops: “You okay baby?” he will ask before you nod and he continues as slowly as before. It feels so good for him, you are perfectly shaped for him and the warmth of your pussy feels like it is enveloping his whole being. He didn't even move yet for God's sake. “Tell me when I can move my lady” he tells you, panting from the anticipation. And the anticipation you could feel it, his cock, throbbing inside you, made you twitch and giggle at the same time, “It's moving inside me” you say with a cute smile. “It's because I love you so much my lady” he explain just before kissing you passionately.

“M’baby?” you pant, slowly pushing him away from your mouth, “You can move…” you quietly authorise, your lips linked to his by a trail of saliva.

And you didn't need to tell him twice.

Gradually he shifts his hips backward before pushing them against your own yet again. At first, it isn't comfortable for you. To be honest, it is quite the opposite but after a couple of careful thrusts the infamous pleasure you heard and read so much about starts to replace the pain. In the blink of an eye, you are moaning as your poor legs are feebly shaking against your boyfriend’s sides.

When he hears your pleasured sounds it takes all his will to not go faster, to not pound ruthlessly inside your heat. You were squeezing him and whining needily…the young man was so turned on he starts to growl as loudly as you do. “That's it my love, taking my cock so well…feels so good” he praises you. “Mhh! Right here, baby! A-ah f-fuck it’s so good!” you mindlessly moan, your pleasure reaching new highs. “Here baby?” your lover repeats, eyes glistening with burning desire. He thrust a little harder than he thought he would when he found your sweet spot but he couldn't really stop now, could he? He takes your legs and pushed them closer to the mattress, moving his hips gently toward your sensitive G-spot. The new angle makes you see stars, “O-oh my! G-god uh! M’gonna! M’gonna!”. Your experienced boyfriend kept the same pace, you are close to your orgasm and so is he. “Fuck…look at me baby, y’gonna cum all around my dick okay? Gonna do that for me uh?” he takes your face in his hand forcing you to lift up your eyes at him. You nod, babbling nonsense. You couldn't think straight anymore and it's when you feel the bliss of an incoming orgasm taking control of your body that you start screaming like you never did before.

You sincerely thought your eyes wouldn't go back to their normal position.

“Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck y’look so good I-” Then it was your boyfriend’s turn to climax with a deep growl and a even deeper thrust.

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You are both panting heavily: you, still spasming from the intense pleasure, and him laying his body on yours. Of course, he recovers faster than you do but it still took both of you dozens of minutes to regain your composures.

Your sweet lover leaves, only to come back with towels and water glasses for both of you. After you drink a good amount of your water he takes you to the bathroom, helping you to clean up and doing your hair. You both did your skincare next to each other, talking about your new experience. He kissed you on the lips quickly before going downstairs to grab you something to eat but the time he comes back you were already asleep. He looked at your peaceful face trying to memorize each traits of your face before leaving his mind to Morphée.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

AN: Okay so thanks for reading my shit lmao, other things coming up and uh yeah, if there something that needs to be modified dm me or comment and yeah, I think that's all

Again thanks for reading n interacting. Means a lot. Yall r rlly cool.

[2024/01/15 - 2024/01/16]

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mydreamscape-library · 1 year

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ok chubby/plus size/fat babies, REALISTICALLY who in anime got us?! besides bokuto and yuji, who really got us🧐?!

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tvgals · 2 years

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pro hero DYNAMITE !! who loves when you’re on your period. of course he doesn’t like when you’re in pain and are basically sobbing because it hurts so bad, but because you’re so clingy.

‘suki..c’mere’

‘katsuki.. wan’ cuddles..’

‘luv you ‘suki..’

katsuki only wants to cuddle you until your 7 day torture is over.

pro hero DYNAMITE !! loves his clingy girlfriend <33

NON BLK DO NOT INTERACT.

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dollie-chan · 2 years

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thecoochiefairy · 7 days

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𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞

━━ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑦 .ᐟ getou + gojo.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 9.7K word count. sex in a church, priests getou + gojo, talks of religion; catholic/christianity. third person omniscient pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, sweet sex, hair pulling, squirting,creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, masturbation, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, a lil degrading, condomless sex, kissing, spanking, aggressive + cocky getou + gojo, minors aren’t welcome!

song to play while listening; 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ; 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ ; surprise ;) once again, dedicated to my life, my love, my soulmate @hellavile . a lil’ fun fact, i am a christian girlie. but…i just couldn’t help myself. enjoy.

SITTING THROUGH THIS ENTIRE SERVICE WASN’T ON HER TO-DO LIST. YET, SHE FELT STUCK IN HER SEAT. Her eyes trail along the crowded room, seeing heads are bowed as they intimately whisper to themselves, guiding their own sense of mind in devotion to them. Not necessarily them, but at least that’s how she perceived it.

She feels like she’s the only person that isn’t taking this time to pray. Shit, she might be. Instead her eyes stare directly to the stage of the cathedral, eyeing the two men who seem to lead this congregation. She had been here only a handful of times, seating herself in the back as she curiously listened to sermons, wondering if they’d even stick with her. They hadn’t. She wanted to understand why such powerful words wouldn’t berate her mind outside of this building. Maybe she truly wasn’t a believer. Or maybe she was just distracted…by them.

She eyes them one by one. The one standing to the left stares stoically into the crowd with his darkly hooded eyes, pale skin and onyx hair longer than she could imagine. It was elegantly tied into a low bun today, a tendril of it separating from the group with his every movement. He’s covered in an all black suit, her eyes noticing the ink that swims beneath the wrists of his blazer, crawling all the way to his neck, hiding beneath the material of his clothes. A pair of tiny silver balls sink into his right eyebrow, a piercing she wouldn’t assume to be on a man of his stature. His eyebrows are constantly furrowed when he looks around, an almost disdain to his face.

They were like night and day standing next to each other. On the right, his calm expression seems more welcoming. His eyebrows don’t furrow as he stares, icy blue eyes striking into her chest without his attempt. His hair is as light as angels wings. His body is clean of any marking or holes, frame captured in a matching black suit. They were complete opposites. Another thing she noticed, despite the innocent physical stature of this man, a mischievous glint sat in those captivating eyes. More mischievous than a tattooed and pierced-man could ever hold.

It constantly piqued her own curiosity on why anytime she came here that instead of listening to them speak, she just watched the way they moved. It was a confidence, a leadership that clearly brought people together. A dominance. She wondered if they were dominant in other parts of their life, too. As she brings herself out of her thoughts, she notices two pairs of eyes have taken attention of her, regardless of being all the way in the back. She brings her eyes back down to her notes.

Members begin to exit as they’re released from service, her eyes following the line of people that stand.

“All new members are welcomed to meet the Priest,” a voice announces from the side of the stage. Her attention pulls back to the podium they stand beside, shaking people’s hands, kissing babies, she could’ve rolled her eyes. They were like celebrities.

There were multiple opportunities for her to meet the leaders of the church, but to risk the embarrassment of admitting that she was instantly enthralled by them, she would quickly duck her head out minutes before everyone was released. But she knew in order to strengthen her relationship with god—the whole reason she was here—she needed to stop being a wuss.

Gathering the miniature Bible and her notebook, she keeps them in one hand as she picks her dress slightly off of the ground, standing as the last person in line. The line had now shortened as everyone was beginning to leave, her head turning back in hopes that she really wouldn’t be the last person. Her luck was also shit.

She takes a deep breath as she lifts her stiletto heel onto the stage, bringing her face to meet the two men she thought so much of. They were just as intimidating up close. They both stare intensely at her, starting from her heels, to the black long sleeve top she wears that clings to her full breast and small waist. A pair of wide hips and an elongated torso are camouflaged underneath her snug black skirt.

As she strides up to them, her equally onyx hair is in an updo, a pink butterfly keeping it clipped together. A thick piece is curled and flowing on the side of her face with every step she takes. They both take in her curvy figure, following all the way up to her heart shaped lips, star shaped diamond pierced within her face, nose ring shining in the light. She definitely wasn’t anyone they’d seen before.

Her almond shaped eyes sparkle at them as she places her hand out, “That was a great sermon, Father,” She lies.

A tattooed hand reaches out and takes hers within his larger palm as he replies, “I appreciate that. And your name is?”

“Solana,” she replies softly. Her eyes come down as she sees he hadn’t released her hand yet.

“Beautiful. It fits you,” he observes, she’s not sure it’s a compliment as he remains serious, “Are you a new member? You don’t look like a familiar face.”

“Uh…not necessarily a member as of yet. I’m just…scouting for a new church,” She corrects, still seeing he’s holding her hand, “I’m a bit surprised to see that the Priests are so…young. I didn’t catch your names.”

He finally releases her hand, blue eyes twinkling beside him in amusement as he then joins the conversation, “Suguru’s two years older than me. Meaning he’s old. I’m young, I’m Satoru,” he takes her hand, his grip more softer than Suguru’s.

“Father Satoru?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Not yet, I’m mentoring him. For now he’s a Deacon, but most of the people in the church refer to him as Father Satoru,” Suguru replies, ignoring Satoru’s age comment.

“Oh, so you’re the one that runs this place?” She questions.

“With an iron fist,” Satoru interrupts. Suguru looks over at him with a slightly annoyed scrunch to his face.

“My father was in charge before me. It was passed down sooner than I thought due to him becoming sick,” Suguru explains, “What did you like about the sermon?”

“Tell him what’s in your notes,” Satoru points out. Solana looks over to him, hating that she was intuitive about the mischief in those damn eyes. She chuckles.

“It wasn’t much. Nothing to really tell,” she explains, keeping her attention to Suguru.

“Tell me then. I’m curious,” he prods.

Shit. Honestly, she was just being polite. She didn’t want her first introduction to be playing Devil’s Advocate.

She then speaks, “Well…your topic today was the temptation of lust. A constant debate of whether it’s someone’s true test of keeping their vows to god—I’d say people are just human with helpless desires,” She recites, “You see, I’m trying to build a personal relationship with him. Coming to church was a mere curiosity. I had a feeling that some things being said I wouldn’t necessarily agree with, hence me taking notes.”

Suguru’s eyebrows raise in mild surprise, “So I’m assuming you’re not entirely a believer, then?”

“Trying to be, Father,” she corrects briefly, “It’s just hard. Some things seem entirely unrealistic…I don’t mean to be nosey, but looking at all the work you have on your body that seems to travel beneath your clothes, there was a time you weren’t entirely a believer either, was there?”

Satoru grins, Suguru now raising a single eyebrow. It didn’t shock him for her astuteness.

“Sorry…” she mutters, a small smile on her lips, “I come from a time where church was extremely small-minded and traditional. To see you and all of your physical differences from a regular Priest, it’s just a bit shocking. May I ask, how do the older members perceive you?”

She then wants to face palm herself as she hears her own words. Solana curses, “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—crap—I mean— I was just referring to your tattoos and piercings,” she mutters.

“You seem more fascinated by my appearance rather than the sermon itself, Solana,” he calls her full name, wanting her attention.

“‘Fascinated’ wouldn’t be the word, perhaps, bewitched? Beguiled?” Satoru taunts.

“None of the above. But I’d say you’re a bit presumptuous, Father Satoru?” She mockingly replies.

“Would you rather I use the word curious, then?” Suguru asks.

“I could just be a curious person in general. Maybe I’m just bored, don’t assume too much about me,” Solana shrugs, “Plus, isn’t curiosity a sin within the Bible?”

His dark eyes pierce into hers. “Hm. That’s true, I shouldn’t assume. But curiosity is a virtue, not a sin. Though I imagine members in my congregation might disagree. I’ll have to bring that up in the next service.”

She tilts her head, “Seems like I might miss that service, then. I don’t recall agreeing to come back…” she thinks to herself.

“Cute,” Satoru eyes her up and down, “You’ll be back.”

“‘Shed light on the proud, haughty, and insolent behaviors that underlie arrogance,’” She recited, “Proverbs. Curiosity may be a virtue, but narcissism isn’t,” She speaks, referring to his assumptions of being captivated by him. Sure, damned her if she was. But he didn’t need to know that.

“The non-believer has read almost every inch of the Bible, it seems,” Suguru leans against the podium, his face twitching.

“…But then again, perhaps you’re merely trying to impress us. A girl as beautiful as you knows how to get your way,” Satoru adds.

“Is it working?” She then asks.

“Nah,” Suguru responds.

Solana raises her eyebrows, “‘Nah?’ Is the Priest off of the clock?”

“Talking to you? Might be, you’re trouble,” Satoru replies.

“Says the unorthodox Priest and his vexing Deacon.”

Satoru puts his hand over his chest, “Offensive.”

“You and Satoru gonna’ keep flirting or are you gonna hand me that notebook of yours?” Suguru asks, Solana bringing her eyes back to him.

“Mmm, I won’t. I have to get going soon and prepare for work.”

“Where do you work?” Satoru asks.

“I work from home. I’m a Cam Girl,” She calmly responds. When the both of them have frowns come upon their face, she looks between the two as she continues, “You know, the ones that take their clothes off and—“

“Alright.”

“I’m aware of what it is.”

They both say this at the same time, Solana amused at their dismissiveness. She’s surprised at how open the conversation is, even with their hierarchy, they make her feel as comfortable as possible. They felt like two male friends in the span of one conversation. The thing was, she didn’t want them as just friends.

“Clock in, do what you gotta do. But you’ll be here again next service with a new set of notes for me, I expect you to pay attention to my sermon. I’m a bit impatient. Cool?” Suguru asks.

“But—“

“Good,” Satoru cuts her off, “Welcome, member.”

“I never agreed—“

“Who asked?” Suguru questions. Satoru shrugs his shoulders.

Solana looks between the two men, silver crosses around their necks, a facade they played all too well in front of everyone else. This was the first time in her life that she didn’t have a man wrapped around all of her fingers, instead she was wrapped in each of theirs.

“Fine,” She doesn’t argue, pressing her hands behind her back. She can feel her face becoming warm.

“Huh,” Satoru crosses his arms, light hair swaying as he tilts his head to look at her.

“What?” She asks.

“To be this… ‘Cam Girl’ you mentioned, I’m assuming you’re usually the one in control. But now you seem…so submissive,” Suguru observes. The intensity in his eyes was something she didn’t see in Satoru’s. This man was much harder to read.

“We make her nervous,” Satoru states, not questions.

Her mouth goes slightly agape as they ricochet off of each other. She has no time to reply or find a smart-ass comeback. She can’t help but become a little irritated with this newfound characteristic of herself—intimidation. She puts on a fake smile as she nods her head towards the both of them, turning as she makes her way down the aisle towards the exit.

“We’ll be waiting for those notes, Solana,” Satoru calls.

“He’ll be waiting. I expect them in my hand,” Suguru finalizes, she doesn’t notice his eyes falling down to her ass.

She hoped that these two would be the complete opposite of what she imagined them to be before their meeting. Angelic, innocent, pure. But as she spoke with them, watching as they observed her every move, and told her what she was going to do, she seemed to be wrong. Devilish, guilty, impure. To make matters worse, she was going to do exactly what was asked of her. Motherfuckers.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

A couple of weeks had gone by. It was the same routine, sitting in the back of the service as she listened to Suguru preach, taking her own interpretations of his words. She noticed the brief looks he’d give over to her. Satoru winked. As service ended she would politely speak to the both of them as she handed Suguru her notes, unable to fully make eye-contact. Here was the issue. The first time she saw them, all she could think was how badly she wanted them to fuck her. She thought it was a mere attraction. But as every interaction surpassed, the thought became worse. Was she losing her mind?

She was coming to know the two men that everyone adored. As she wished that she only adored them, she felt cursed with vivid dreams and fantasies she couldn’t rid herself of. Every time she looked at Suguru’s perfect face, long onyx hair, gauges in his ears, eyebrow piercing. The tattoos that hid beneath his clothes. Satoru’s light hair and cocky-son-of-a-bitch smirk. On the other hand, her reactions weren’t something that went unnoticed. The sudden flush of her cheeks intrigued them as they noticed her out of the corner of their eye.

She wasn’t like the other women that swooned over them, falling victim to their charms without any fight. She had always kept an arms length from the two, seemingly unaffected by their charisma and allure that drew others to them so easily. At least she pretended well enough.

They could sense her hesitation, the slight quiver of her bottom lip as they watched her from the front. She always kept her gaze away from them, eyes focused elsewhere.

A shiver came down her spine anytime Suguru shook her hand, the thought of that hand slamming down against her ass as he spanked her. Anytime Satoru looked her in the eyes, she imagined him staring down at her as she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Anytime they both spoke to her, she could hear them within her ear, whispering dirty blasphemies. She’d seen handsome men before. Why the hell were they so hard to remove from her mind? It had to be the forbidden fact that they were the church's chairmen, and she was only a member. It aroused her.

They noticed with more interaction that she distanced herself farther. The way her eyes always darted away, the flush in her face. She was always so…hesitant and reserved.

These qualities made her all the more enticing, Satoru found her obedience adorable. Suguru was losing his patience.

Nonetheless, every interaction showed how completely opposite they were. There were times that she assumed Suguru was the least bit interested, but then she would notice the looks he gave her. Like a predator patiently awaiting for its prey to look away before it made its attack. Satoru spoke with confidence, offering his hand when Solana was too afraid to reach out for it. But she couldn’t lie, there was a sense of arrogance to him. A cockiness where he knew the things she was feeling. Almost as if he could read her every thought.

As another service ended, she stood behind a group of women that spoke to them, waiting for her turn. They all turned towards her, eyes wicked and wanting to drain life from her presence. Just like they stared, she raised an eyebrow as she stared back, turning her head and watching until they walked out of the door.

“The hell are they looking at?” She twists her head.

“Solana,” Suguru calls, an irritation to his tone.

“Oh. Okay. The fuck,” she muttered to herself, apologizing in her head for the curse. She then brushes off the interaction as she speaks, “Good morning, I was just bringing my notes to you, Father. Didn’t mean to send away your groupies.”

“Groupies?” Suguru repeats.

“I’d say more devoted members,” Satoru corrects.

“Same difference. They all have more than one way of getting on their knees for either of you,” She fires politely.

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she turns her head back to Suguru. He noticed the way her dress clung tightly to her frame, the subtle way it emphasized her hips. The way it highlighted her figure was almost distracting, almost intoxicating. He fought back the urge to stare, to ogle, to fantasize...

“How are you today?” She asks him.

His eyes flickered for a moment with amusement. She was so different from the rest of the women who came to this church. Instead of replying, he tilted his head to the side and took in a few seconds before shrugging. "I feel fine." he spoke, his voice still rich with annoyance. But there would be no breaking his poise, no cracking his self-assured exterior.

Although at times she couldn’t stand Satoru’s more extroverted character, she sometimes wished Suguru was a little more open with her. It frustrated her as he was always short, but his eyes told something different.

“Good,” she replied softly. She then pulled her notes from the pages between her Bible, lifting her hand out to him.

He reached out to take the pages from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. He noticed how her hands trembled slightly as if she were nervous, how the tips of her fingers were lightly stained black from the ink. His glance scanned the room filled with his congregation, people chatting away with one another, exchanging pleasantries as they exited the church. But he couldn't help his gaze, constantly drifting back to Solana.

“I apologize for my indignation, Father,” Solana shakes her head.

"No need to apologize." he spoke. And for a split second, another hint of amusement crosses his face as he notices her blush reemerging after she offers an apology. It was always so innocent, that flush of red on her cheeks, almost comparable to a little girl.

He couldn't help himself from wondering whether she was truly as timid as she seemed on the outside.

“I…what’s so funny?” She asks, realizing as he looks to be entertained.

“Your…covetousness…it’s cute,” Satoru replies.

“Nothing,” Suguru says.

He wanted to reprimand her for the foul mouth she had, imagining how red her face would be if he slammed his palm against it, gripping her chin as his dick shoved into her mouth. None of that appeared on his expression.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you guys at the next service,” she nods, keeping her eyes away from him. This time as she stared at them, all she could see was Suguru taking her against the podium, her screams filling the cathedral as Satoru held her face, cockily grinning at her demise. She swallowed as she turned around, quickly walking away.

Suguru watched her leave, his eyes following the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. It made him want to grasp and hold onto her. A vision of him grabbing her by the arm and dragging her back to the church made itself prominent in his mind, his voice whispering all of the things he’d do to her. Yet as always, it was just a vision.

But his eyes still lingered on her.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

Another week had gone by as she sat towards the back of the church. Her mind continued to run with images of Suguru and Satoru, just wanting to feel their lips against hers. This service they wore identical short sleeved turtlenecks and their usual cross necklaces, Suguru showing off the numerous tattoos down his arms, Satoru’s arms bulging through his top. She imagined those arms holding her up as they thrusted into her. The minute their eyes followed over to hers, she flew them back down.

They took notice of the way her gaze continued to dart away each time they looked in her direction, seemingly fearful. It was a far cry from the way the other women looked at them. In fact, it was almost as if she avoided their gaze on purpose.

She needed to do something about this. It felt like a sickness in the mind at this point, no medicine curable for her disease. As their usual routine played out, she handed Suguru her notes as he brushed his fingers against her hand, chills coming down her spine. The way her body responded to simple physical touches made him want to see what else he could do to crack her. His eyes watched as she darted away from them once again, he was becoming more and more agitated by her timidity. Satoru shook his head as he chuckled, Suguru making a mental note that the next time he wouldn't be so easy to dismiss her.

When she made it home that night, she forced herself to get dressed and do her makeup, planning a scheme as she made her way to the bar. She planned to erase them away with a good one night stand, twisting her drink in her hand as she stared over the crowd of tipsy eyes. She then found herself the perfect victim, a handsome smile seductive as he watched her.

She didn’t have it in herself for the small talk, or to waste any time. Their clothes shredded off as they fumbled into Solana’s condo, kissing messily as they landed on the bed. As she expected a full amount of pleasure to fulfill her, this random stranger rushed through the entire interaction. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping the packaging harshly with his teeth. His lips against her neck felt sticky, attacking her throat in a way that was almost painful. She spread her legs as she awaited for him to bring his mouth lower.

He scrunches his face as he asks, “What?”

She frowns, “You aren’t gonna….?”

“Oh—nah, I don’t do that shit. I don’t really know you like that,” He responds, almost laughing at her question. She coughs as he then flips her body over to where she’s on her stomach, pressing her face into the sheet as he slides on his condom.

Before he continues he then asks, “I’m a little soft. Wanna give me some head?”

“Um, no?” She muffled through the blanket.

“Whatever,” he smacks his lips.

She hopes that the sex might cause them to create a better chemistry, awaiting for that incoming pleasure as he’s inside of her. This is all she needed, it would rid her of the annoying thoughts of Suguru and Satoru. As she thinks this, an overload of pain shreds through her lower abdomen as he enters her, realizing that she’s barely aroused. Even in the times that she wasn’t fully aroused, she’d be soaked at the thought of incoming pleasure. Not this time.

He pushes her head into the blanket as he thrusts wildly, giving her no air to breathe or even intake any type of pleasure—if there even was any. She grits her teeth as she tries to adjust herself, yet he grips her in place as he hastens, “Chill. Chill. You’re gonna fuck up my groove.”

She turns her head slightly as she tries to stare at him, his arms keeping her held down as he asks, “You like that?”

“Mhmmmm…” she responded, releasing a fake moan for him.

She closed her eyes as she became angry. All she could think about was Father Suguru and Satoru…

Before the blink of an eye, she suddenly hears the man behind her shout, “Oh, Sasha!” releasing within the condom he wears, pulling himself out as quickly as he went in. Bastard. She had told him her name.

She was frustrated beyond belief. The entire night had been unfulfilling, the way this random man had touched and kissed her was almost laughable when compared to the fantasies she had. His scent was uninspiring, his touch lacked a certain warmth. This man was boring, mundane, and unsatisfying. Her mind was elsewhere, all she could think about was Suguru. His smell, his voice and his touch. Then she thought about Satoru. She wished it was him instead of this random man who grunted above her.

The man's grunts and moans were almost amusing to her, but the sound of his snoring even more so as he collapsed against the bed, knocking out beside her. In all honesty, the man was more of a nuisance than anything. She didn’t even have the energy to kick him out as she turned over on her back, staring up into the ceiling as she continued to create those fantasies in her mind. She tried to relax, but his snoring filled her bedroom, drowning out any other noise.

Her mind began to flicker images again. She closed her eyes as she imagined the both of them crawling onto the bed with her, hands all along her body. She slowly brought her hand down between her legs, bringing a finger over her clit as she rubbed softly, biting down on her mouth as a small sense of pleasure rippled through her. She was always good at making herself cum, but tonight was like no other. She couldn’t finish. She wanted to throw a tantrum, banging her fists along the sheets of her bed. She turned on her side, hoping sleep would be better than any of this bullshit.

Waking up the next morning, she turns over as she sees this man still asleep in her bed, hoping he went into cardiac arrest. She relaxes within her sheets, assuming it was still early in the morning. As she picks up her phone to set her alarm, she sees it’s an hour after eleven. Her body springs up. She curses, “Shit! I’m late for church.”

She pushes the man out of her house, locking the door and blocking his number as she speeds to get ready. Solana pulls her hair into a claw clip, unable to have the patience to style it. A navy blue long sleeve clings to her upper body, yoga pants and matching heels, pulling her glasses over her face as she’s too impatient to put on her contacts. She grabs for her Bible and notebook, speeding out of the house and towards the church, hoping she’d make it in time.

She felt like a child in trouble. Sneaking her way into the crowd as she stands in the back, keeping her head down as she sees that everyone else has their head down in prayer. As she raises her eyes, she sees both Suguru and Satoru sitting on stage as another member speaks to the crowd. They immediately stare over her.

Their gaze locked onto her as she entered the church late, having somehow missed the sermon in its entirety. They looked almost…disappointed. But it had nothing to do with her punctuality.

Everyone begins to walk in different directions as service ends. She also realizes that she has no notes to give Suguru today as she awaits to speak with him. When she walks up to him, she immediately begins to apologize, “I’m sorry for my lateness, Father.”

His gaze was like a hawk. He said nothing as she apologized, instead he watched her lips move as she spoke, admiring the way they moved, how they'd look covered with his.

"That's alright" he finally spoke, his voice a deep and seductive rasp, "Don't worry about it, though I'm curious, what were you doing that kept you so late?"

“You haven’t missed a sermon since we officially met you,” Satoru points out, arms crossed over his chest.

“I was up a bit late last night watching tv, overslept. Indulgence, I suppose, Father,” she briefly explains.

She places a flyaway hair behind her ear that falls from her ponytail, wondering why a couple of members stare at her weirdly. She had never noticed the large hickey that was upon her neck, or that the stranger she’d slept with had given her one.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at this excuse. His eyes drift to the blotched spot on her neck, Satoru shaking his head. He noticed the way she fidgets nervously, taking in the fact that she hadn't noticed the mark herself. The look of slight amusement and disappointment were once again evident on his features.

"You were up late… watching tv,” Suguru repeated back to her, mocking her excuse.

She looks around, confused in everyone's eyes. “….Yes, Father,” she nodded, softly responding.

"Ah, I see..." Satoru’s smile widens, "And what was it that you were watching on tv that kept you up?”

His gaze remained locked on hers, his tone shifting to teasing and playful. She wanted to punch him.

“Documentary. Very uh…informational?” She tries to find her words, gripping the notebook in her hand.

“Very informative, huh?” Suguru questions.

“Why so many damn questions?” She becomes irritated, seeing they’re now playing with her.

Satoru shrugs, “Boredom peaks curiosity,” He reminds.

In reality they were just trying to tease her, to make her squirm as she tried to lie. There was definitely no documentary she watched, that much they both knew.

“I suppose you don’t remember getting this as you watched your show, right?” Suguru asks, lifting his hand as he dragged his thumb along her throat. Solana’s mouth parted as she froze, realizing he was referring to a hickey.

“I…I don’t…”

“You d—don’t?” Satoru mocks.

She glares as she thrashes Suguru’s hand away from her. He pulls away, placing his hand behind his back.

“Your show didn’t seem too...satisfying” Satoru eyes, grinning.

Suguru’s gaze remained on her neck nonetheless, his eyes slowly wandering to her face as he waited for her response. Would she admit what really happened? She refused to give them the satisfaction.

“Nothing to say?” Suguru prods.

“No,” she quickly replies, feeling her body becoming hot. A mixture of anger and arousal fills her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch him, or fuck him. Maybe both.

“Fine. See you next time, then?” Satoru’s voice is sweet, more fake than anything.

As they begin to walk away from her, Solana closes her eyes. Embarrassing herself like this was enough to realize it was time to come clean, hoping this would rid her of all the vivid images of them. She just wanted them to stop. She places her own hand over her neck, remembering the hickey

She squeezes her notebook harder as she states, “Wait, Father Suguru…I had a question for you.”

His expression shifted to one of curiosity, he could sense her sudden nervousness in speaking to him.

"Go ahead, what's the question?"

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I have something I need penitents of. Would you…be here later tonight for a confessional?” She questions.

The sudden question surprised him. He expected this game to continue. Yet, she had requested a confessional, a place where one could go to share their deepest and darkest secrets with a priest. It was obvious that what she was hiding more than sleeping with another man, there were darker things at play.

He nodded shortly, "I’ll be here. Satoru will be in the presence of his first confessional and listen in, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s…fine. That’s perfect, actually,” she nods.

“Perfect?” Satoru questions.

She realizes how she spoke. She wanted to kick herself. She then ignores the smile on his face as she speaks, “I will see you guys later then,” turning as she nearly runs out of the church.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

She stood in the mirror, staring at herself in her bathroom. Nightfall had come quicker than she hoped for it to, her heart swelling with fear of all the possibilities to come from this admission. Her midnight hair fell around her face, almost straight, still having a bit of body to it. She stared at the black dress she wore, turning in the mirror as her entire back was shown, washing her vision over the religious tattoo on her spine. Did it mean anything to her?

She slipped on her golden chromatic heels, hot pink irises seated atop of the thin straps. Her skin smelled of vanilla and a mixture of mint, always wanting to present herself with a sense of confidence. That confidence was nowhere to be found as of right now. Where had it gone?

All of these thoughts entered her mind as she drove down the road. What if she told them how she felt? Would she be banned from the church, shunned by the congregation? Declared as a personified sinner?

Unlike a regular church service, the entire cathedral is empty. The pews travel as far as the eye can see, walls a dimly lit champagne color. Her eyes fall to a mahogany wooden shed, two large crosses carved into the doors on both sides. It looked bigger than a regular confessional box. As she slid the door open to her side, she entered to see that it was big enough to fit almost five people, turning her head to see there was a large mirror across from where she would be seated.

As she looks through the wall that separates the two sides, she sees a pair of silhouettes, seeming as Suguru and Satoru are already there. Her heart beats faster.

She sits herself on the bench connected to the walls, bringing her eyes over her own reflection. Looking at herself suddenly makes her uncomfortable. She can see them on the other side, their eyes not facing her. It makes her feel less judged.

She asks, “May I know why my confessional has a mirror, Father?” She asks softly.

His silhouette moved as she spoke, the sound of her voice was more alluring than he had expected.

"The mirror is meant to allow you a clear view of yourself as you confess your sins. It’s intended to remind you to face yourself,” Suguru explains.

“Your face will be forced to stare directly at those sins as you speak of them. It’ll lead to self reflection,” Satoru adds.

She lets out a breath, nodding more to herself. Silence now fills the space, a tension she hadn’t expected to be so thick casts in between the wall separating the three.

“Speak your penitent,” Suguru’s deep voice demands.

A fear creeps up her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Fuck it, she figured.

“Bless me, Father. For I have sinned…” she speaks, lightly crossing her hand over her chest.

Both Suguru and Satoru previously watched her as the confessional door slid open, watching her reflection as she sat inside, the dress she wears already making them think there was so much more to explore. They could only imagine what secrets hid under her loosely flowing hair, the tattoo on her back, and the way that dress draped off her form - highlighting the perfect curves of her body.

"Go ahead" Suguru spoke through the small slit in the confessional, his eyes gazing at her reflection in the mirror as he awaited her words.

“Right. Okay,” Solana takes another deep breath.

“Well…when you asked me about how my night went, I lied about what happened. I…had sex with a man I met at the bar…” she confesses softly.

“The sex was meaningless—and boring—if that’s appropriate to add. I thought that it would help me shake this feeling I’ve been having for a while. This…itch that I haven’t been able to scratch…”

Suguru listened. He didn't seem shocked, he didn't even seem disappointed—if anything he was unsurprised by it. As she mentioned the sex being meaningless and her inability to shake the "itch,” Satoru couldn't help the smirk that covered his lips.

They knew precisely what she was thinking yet stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

“I…” she breathed in, “Ever since I joined this congregation, I’d been having these…feelings. My mind filled itself with these vivid images and fantasies of sexual endeavors that become filthier as they continue, and I’ve been trying to parish them away. But…I can’t,” she speaks, unable to look into her reflection as she keeps her eyes against her lap, looking over to the wall that separates their bodies. She’s glad she can’t see them.

"Is there more that you want to confess?" Suguru spoke, his voice firm.

“Yes….” She spoke, “These…images, fantasies, I….I’d been having them of you and Father Satoru. Ever since I came here, I thought you were both immensely attractive. But I didn’t think that allowing myself to be physically attracted to the both of you would cause all of these imageries. I would imagine myself having filthy sex with you—anytime you stood in front of the congregation. For that…I’m sorry,” she keeps her head down.

She awaits for his voice, preparing for the disgust of her words. Instead, she hears nothing. Absolutely nothing. She lifts her head to look on the other side of the box, seeing that it’s now empty. Shit, did she really mess up that badly?

“…Father?” She then calls, hearing nothing in response.

She waits a few moments, still hearing nothing. She feels terrible. She shouldn’t have come at all—Maybe she should’ve just never returned to the church. As she stands to leave, her heart jumps out of her chest. The door to the confessional opens and quickly shuts, both Suguru and Satoru now standing in this space with her. Trapping her with them. Her breath catches in her throat as the door slams shut, the air in the cramped space becoming thick with the heat of three bodies.

Their gaze fixated upon her as they lean against the wall of the confessional box opposite of her, their frames dominating the confined space.

“Tell me exactly what you’re apologizing for, Solana,” Suguru firmly initiates.

“I don’t think I should be having these thoughts about…wanting to have sex with the both of you. And I do,” she swallows, “Your church members already have this idea of me. I see the way they look at me when I come in here. I could only think what you or Father Satoru would have to say—especially after my confession.”

“I think you’re honest,” Suguru observes.

They can almost see the relief weigh off of her shoulders at his response. But as she looks between them, it seems to be more that she’s missing.

Satoru then speaks up, “Poor baby. This has really been bothering you, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” she softly agrees. “So—“

“So we’ll just fuck you, then.” Suguru states, promises.

Solana’s eyes go slightly wide as she stutters, “What?”

“That’s what you want, right?”

Satoru fully extends, coming forward as he hovers his frame over her smaller one. She steps back as she nearly trips over the bench, holding herself steady as she feels Satoru’s hand come upon her hip, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“I—“

“I know that’s what you want, Solana. I just need to hear you say it,” Suguru speaks up, capturing her throat within his palms, digging his fingers lightly into the skin. She now has both men holding a part of her, her body completely on fire at their simple touch. They were inviting her into a dangerous situation. She could admit—she wanted every part of it.

“Yes,” She muttered softly.

“Look at me and say that,” he grips her face tighter, forcing her eyes to look into his.

“Yes, fuck me,” she repeated, more firm. Meaning it.

“Good,” Suguru leans down, slamming his lips along hers.

Her throat mewls at the warmth of his mouth. She’d never had a man kiss her like this. He had a grip on the back of her neck as he leaned down, sensually thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth for her to catch it, eyes closing as she moaned softly at the feeling. His lips were warm and his tongue was even warmer as it danced within her mouth, exploring every possible crevice— every space that it had access to. His grip on her only tightened, trapping her completely in the embrace of his hand as his body pressed closer to hers.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Satoru asked, harshly pulling her away from Suguru’s mouth. He stuck his tongue out which caused her to lean forward, sucking his tongue within her mouth, his lips plush and soft as he smashed them together, softer and more sensual than the first kiss she shared. It’s like he was trying to absorb her scent, inhaling the mixture of vanilla and mint. She was like a drug.

“Look at how responsive she is…” Satoru taunts, bringing his mouth down to her throat, sucking the skin into his lips. Solana’s eyes fluttered shut as she whimpered softly, hearing Suguru’s voice as he replied, “We’ve barely touched her.”

Satoru now stands behind her as Suguru stands in front, both beginning to remove the vestments they wore. They then help her remove her dress, their eyes hungry as her brown nipples perk out, figure even better without clothing. Solana’s eyes come to the mirror behind them as she sees his back is covered in ink, shadowing any of his olive toned skin. His hair that was in a half bun began falling around his attractive face, it felt almost too intimate to stare. Satoru stood behind her, skin clean and soft, body sculpted perfectly to her touch. They were fucking beautiful. Hands roamed all around her body, lips along her chest, while another pair bit into her shoulder. It was overwhelming in the best way.

“Hold her up. You want my tongue?” Suguru’s eyes raise to hers, she quickly nods.

“You’re forgetting to say please,” he reminds. Satoru places his arms under the back of her legs, effortlessly lifting her up as her back is now against his chest, legs bending upwards in the air.

“Please,” she becomes slightly irritated at how he wants things his way. Her breath hitches as Satoru somehow pulls her arms with her legs, keeping her firmly stuck in his hold.

“Wanna try again?” Suguru raises an eyebrow as he hears her attitude. He lightly smacks his palm against her face, shoving his fingers down her throat as he brings his face close to hers, dominance pooling into her veins.

“I’m sorry,” her voice is small as she inhales deeply from his actions, wanting more from him, “Please, baby. I want your tongue.”

“Next time I won’t be so nice,” he promises, traveling his soaked fingers down her body, rubbing her puffy clit. She wanted to clasp her thighs closed, Satoru behind her as his tongue drags along her ear, teasing her as she moans prettily. Her sounds are like angels singing, even as condescending as that might’ve been.

Suguru takes his index and middle finger as he sinks them inside her, moaning with Solana as she pulls him in deeper, her walls gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. She brought her eyes up to the mirror and watched as his fingers shoved in and out.

Satoru’s now in her ear as he chuckles sultrily, “Look at that, baby,” he talks to her, “I think she wants more.”

“I want more,” she mewls, “Please.”

“Give her what she wants,” Satoru commands.

Suguru leans down as he removes his fingers from her, capturing her clit within his mouth as he sucks softly. He goes slow, allowing the pleasure to hit every nerve within her body, rotating his head in circles as his tongue drags all along her core, saliva creating against tastebuds.

She leans her head against Satoru’s shoulder as she begs, “Kiss me,” he does without argument.

Suguru’s tongue doesn’t slow down, diving in and out of her, fucking her with his mouth as he moans against her, kissing her clit passionately in the same way he made out with her.

“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby. This some crazy shit” he groans, spanking her skin as Satoru holds her hips up higher, Suguru’s tongue delving deeper.

“Suguru…oh—shit,” she whined, wanting to grip his hair yet her hands were still trapped. Her back arches as she could only see the back of his head from the mirror, watching as he pleasured her. Satoru’s grip was tight, ensuring that her body didn't move around or move away from Suguru, arch becoming stronger.

He snaked his hand up to her face, pulling it downwards as he spoke, “Watch me.”

His breath was hot against her opening as he maintained eye contact. "Look at what I'm doing to you... Look at how you’re moaning from just my mouth…” he talks to her, slamming his palm along her thigh, watching the skin become red as he rutted his lips against her core.

Her hips swayed against his face, hair around her neck making her hot. She responded petulantly, “I’m watching, baby…I promise…”

“Good.”

He brought his free hand up to her chest, cupping the breast within his hand, squeezing and kneading the soft skin. She felt her lower stomach becoming tight. Her abdomen stiffened as she gripped Suguru’s hair, filthily spouting within his mouth. She was unable to hold herself back as her eyes rolled in her head, shuddering as she watched him dipping his tongue inside her, eating like she’d be ripped away from his hold at any second.

He stands up, gripping her face as he kisses her, sucking her lower lip before he pulls back, “Tell me who you want to fuck you first.”

“You, Suguru.” She whimpers.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Suguru easily denies.

Satoru drops her legs that feel like jelly, her feet now flat on the ground. Hands bend her over whilst pushing her back inwards, watching as it perfectly arches. Light eyes took in the way her hips curved perfectly in his hands. He lowers himself down as he brings his mouth between her legs, Solana lightly jumping at the intrusion. She has no time to react as she feels a hand on her chin, pulling her eyes upwards to look at Suguru.

“She doesn’t deserve to have her pussy ate again. You remember how bad her mouth was?” Suguru reminds. Solana’s eyes close as Satoru gently laps between her folds, fondling the skin of her ass.

“Put something in it, then. This isn’t for her,” Satoru commands, attaching his mouth back onto her.

“I’ll ruin her throat,” he responds back.

“She’ll love it.”

“I know she fucking will,” Suguru gruffly responds, wrapping his free hand around his length as he forcefully opens her mouth, shoving himself to the back of her throat. Her mouth feels full, no room to adjust as he collects her hair in his fist, yanking her back and forth against his hips. She salivated, going to wrap her hands around him as Satoru gripped both of her wrists in one hand behind her. Suguru pulls her down farther, Solana choking as he slammed his tip against her uvula, her eyes watering at his movements. But Satoru was right about one thing. She did love it.

“Look at you, baby,” Suguru moans, gritting his teeth as she hummed against him, bobbing her head lightly from the little control she had. Her lips were becoming a pouty red. She could feel his nails digging within her scalp, tilting his head down to watch as he fucked her face roughly.

Satoru extends to his full height, taking himself within his hand, placing the other on Solana’s hip to angle her properly. His tip taps along her clit, kissing the pulsing throb. She became more aroused than before.

He slides himself in, Solana’s eyes fluttering shut as she moaned against Suguru’s length that was still driving within her mouth. She slows down the pleasure she gives to him, feeling as if Satoru is just as big as Suguru, if not bigger. He stretches her, her lower abdomen burning from the feeling, a stronger sense of pleasure overcoming the pain.

He starts off slow, only pulling halfway out as he pushes in deeper the second time, Solana shouting as he spanks her, “Open up for me. I’ll fuck you good.”

She tries to relax, Suguru holding her head as he asks, “When did I tell you to stop?”

Taking the both of them was something she didn’t imagine struggling with. Satoru places his hand on her shoulder as he pulls her back against him, the back of her thighs creating a squelching sound from how wet she already was. He keeps his other hand wrapped around her fists, moaning lowly as she grips every inch that deeply pounds into her. Her eyes remained closed as Suguru pounds her face on the other end, her jaw painfully twitching yet she opened her mouth wider, moaning at every movement.

“She feels fuckin’ amazing,” Satoru grunts, “Keep fucking her mouth. It makes her more wet.”

“Fuck her harder,” Suguru counters.

And they did. Satoru snaps his hips into her, the rhythm perfect as her mouth meets with Suguru’s hips each time. She moans with every thrust, body trembling each time Satoru slams his palm on her ass, each time Suguru slams his palm on her cheek. She mewls again, her body nearly relaxing in this position, lower abdomen trembling.

“She’s gonna cum,” Satoru eyes, never stopping his movements of fucking her.

“She better fuckin’ not,” Suguru threatens.

“Come fuck her. She wants you more. Don’t you?” Satoru pulls her upwards, her feet nearly off of the ground as he wraps both of his hands around her throat from behind. Her hips bounce against his own, her eyes closing as she whimpers, “Satoru.”

“Call my name like that again, baby. Maybe I’ll believe you. What happened? I thought you wanted Suguru?” He talks to her, clasping her throat under his palms, throwing her body back and forth against his length, Solana gripping his fingers that have a tight hold against her. She grunts in response, her voice trailing into a whine as she cries softly, “No, baby. I want you, too. Feels so…fucking…good…”

“I know,” he agrees.

“Oh, you don’t want me no more?” Suguru then asks, wrapping his fingers atop of Satoru’s that still sit on her throat, helping as he drags her down, slamming her back down onto Satoru’s hips.

“Can’t ever forget you, Suguru. Come fuck me, baby. I miss you,” she babbles. Her voice causes Suguru to grunt, kissing her aggressively at her pleads.

Satoru finally releases her. Suguru then effortlessly pulls her up to him, bringing her legs over his shoulders as he stands at his full height. Her body shivers as she feels hit tip, fat and throbbing against her opening. Her eyes close as he slowly slides her down, her mouth dropping open as he feels huge, stretching her so far that she thought she’d tear. His eyes flick down to hers to watch, Solana able to see her own pleasure within the mirror. She sees his perfectly sculpted back, resting her arms along his neck as her nails connected against the ink upon it, digging her fingers into his skin.

His hips moved slowly, the small movements he made were almost methodical as he leaned more into the sensation of her body meeting his. With his back fully visible to her through the mirror, she was able to completely take in his physique, watching the way that his muscles flexed as he moved. They watched each other, seeing him slowly thrust himself into her body, back still as stiff as a board yet with Solana in his limbs, he had a slight sway to him.

“Oh…my—“ she breathes in deeply, unable to speak as she stared into his face, nodding her head since her voice couldn’t do anything to help.

“You’re not so shy anymore, are you?” Suguru taunts her, lifting her body up with ease as he sinks her back down. Their bodies continue to move in rhythm, his hips picking up speed as he moves more intensely against her. She struggles to hold on, nails digging into his back as she brings her eyes down, watching his length go in and out of her. She was completely enthralled by him.

“Stop it…” she panted.

“She can’t take it. She’s going to take it,” Satoru speaks behind them, lightly kissing her neck as he grips her hair in his fist, pulling her up slightly.

“C’mon, pretty girl. You did so well taking my dick. You want more, huh?”

“Yes,” she bites her lip, groaning at his words. The back of her thighs slam against the front of Suguru as he grips her ass tightly in his palms, her skin clapping with his as he becomes rougher with every thrust.

“Then watch him. Look how he’s fucking you. I think you like the way he handles you,” he pulls the ponytail he’s created in her hair, Solana seeing as Suguru’s length disappears and then reappears again.

She listened. She watched intensely between their hips as he pulled out slowly, slamming her back down quickly. Fingers gripped his arms as she tilted her head down to watch, hair falling around her face. Her eyes rolled entirely to the back of her head as she spoke. She cried softly, “Oh my god…” groaning as if she were annoyed, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me just like that, I love bouncing on your dick like this, baby,” she hiccuped.

Her face was completely red. As she scanned Suguru’s eyes, she could see a sudden cockiness within him—and slowly, a grin spread across his face. It was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.

Both men laugh arrogantly, Satoru reaching around as he rubs her clit, Solana’s head falling back against his shoulder as she couldn’t stop herself from moaning.

“Calling god now? Shame. Seems like she needs more penitents,” Suguru laughs, humored at the loss of her pride.

“He can’t help you here…” Satoru talks within her ear, echoing into her mind.

It was as if she was drunk, babbling against the both of them, allowing them to have full control over her. Her head continued to spin, eyes captivated of his strength, legs over his shoulders flailing with every movement. Her nails dug into his back, free hand shoving her own fingers into her mouth as she sucked, moaning loudly against them.

“I’m gonna….”

“Cum. She’s gonna cum. Let her,” Satoru finishes.

“Nah. I’m not with the sweet shit. She better wait,” Suguru shakes his head.

He pulls out of her, Solana shivering as they quickly change positions. She looks down as Suguru is now beneath her, Satoru placing his length in front of her face.

“Come sit on my dick. I’ll make you squirt like this,” Suguru demands, pulling her down. He wraps his hands around her waist as he’s already shoving himself into her.

“Wanna feel your throat, baby,” Satoru speaks sweetly, separating her mouth as he pushes his tip past her lips. She complies, growing more horny by the second as she circles her hips atop of Suguru, taking her hand as she wraps it around the base of Satoru, sucking him within her own pleasure.

“Even through all this…you’re still so good…” Suguru grunts, spanking her.

Satoru strokes her face gently, seeing as tears drop from her eyes, not knowing how much longer she was going to be able to handle the both of them. She grips her own breast with her other hand, Suguru snatching the hand away as he replaces it with his palm, squeezing as he thrusts upwards into her.

“Relax, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” Satoru asks from above, rubbing her face to relax her, Solana nodding as she sobs softly, unable to do anything but take what was given to her.

“You’re lucky you have him. I’d make you cry like a fuckin’ baby,” Suguru spits.

“She already is. She looks so cute,” Satoru tells him, “You can cum, baby. I’m close too.”

“She’s creaming. Never had dick like this, have you? You’ll want more. You’ll be back,” Suguru promises once again, holding her firmly as grinds her against him, Solana’s hips involuntarily wining.

“Imagine what the congregation will think when they hear how good you take my dick. How you whine for more. Satoru was right, you are fuckin’ greedy.”

That was enough for her. Neither of them stop as she thrashes atop of Suguru, sobbing loudly as she orgasms, core squelching as she gushes against his length. Suguru laughs, spanking her so hard that it leaves a bruise.

As both men continue their non-stop fulfillment of pleasure, they watch as she relaxes, just wanting to be so good for them. They felt satisfied, able to break her in the way they imagined. Both men grunt, Satoru moaning as he holds Solana’s chin, pulling back as he shoots against her beautiful face. Suguru moans after, pulling out of her as he pulls her forward, cumming along her ass, gripping the flesh in his palm.

They all pant against one another, Solana wanting to feel embarrassed. She wanted to feel like this was the biggest mistake she’d made in her life. Yet, she felt the complete opposite. She felt trapped within these men, and she damn sure didn’t want out.

“I think you two might be the devil…” she breathes heavily.

“What if we told you that we were? What if we told you we were the worst people you’d ever met?” Satoru teases, Suguru chuckling in response.

“I think I might believe you.”

“Good,” Suguru replies, Solana jumping as he pulls her down by her neck, lips nearly touching hers as he speaks a deafening sentence.

“‘Cause we’re not done with you yet.”

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