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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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dayasco blasphemy au (?) dunno what to call this still lol but here is the long awaited and highly requested part 2 👀✞☠︎︎ (part 1)

*cw: SMUT, religious themes, etc.*

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"Dayaaa," Bosco called as she walked through the door, drawing out her name.

She quickly made herself at home before prancing over to where Daya was sitting on her couch, sprawling out on top of her.

"Oh god, what is it," Daya asked, eyes rolling at the mischief in the other woman's tone.

"I had an idea."

"Oh no not again,"

"I'm serious. And I think you're gonna like it, whether you wanna admit it or not."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Bosco dragged her fingertip across the exposed skin on Daya's chest. "It means I've been thinking about some things we could do together now that we've discovered your little kink."

Daya froze, feeling the words catch in her throat and warmth rising in her cheeks. "W-what? I don't have—"

"No, no, don't even try to deny it," Bosco cut her off, "Not after you came all over my fingers while confessing your sins to me." Daya felt her insides burn at the memory.

Bosco continued, "I was thinking, that you and I could maybe...go to a little service this weekend?"

Daya's heart dropped at the suggestion. "Like a church service? Are you crazy??"

"Come onnn, it will be fun. I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Daya deadpanned with a scoff.

"So you're in?" Bosco asked.

Daya was at a complete loss for words, mouth hung open in hesitancy. She looked into Bosco's eyes and could see that they were not joking, making her stomach flip. She felt her skin prickle, and Bosco's smirk grew wider the longer she stuttered over her answer.

"I...I–no, uh, it's just—"

"Ohh you're really into it, aren't you," they chuckled, "I can tell you are."

Daya gave an exasperated sigh, both embarrassed and frustrated that Bosco could read her like a book and tease her relentlessly for it. Bosco couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Daya's flustered state, just from bringing up the topic.

“Look, we don't have to if you really don't want to, but I found a place close by that doesn't require a membership or anything and lets anyone in," Bosco assured Daya. "Also, no one will suspect a thing, and I'll make sure to take really good care of you, okay?" Bosco asked.

Daya couldn't deny that the idea excited her, but she felt like the answer was stuck in her throat. She nodded meekly. Bosco grinned at her response, "Good, it's a date then." Bosco pressed their lips quickly over Daya's hot skin before climbing off of her, opting to sit next to her now.

Daya exhaled shakily, her stomach already churning at the idea of what was in store for that Sunday, which at the same time, couldn't come soon enough.

When it finally did, Daya woke up early to get ready for the morning service they planned on attending.

She rummaged through her underwear drawer, pulling out a dark red, lacy lingerie set. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said under her breath before putting it on. On top, she wore a simple modest dress. She put on just a little makeup and brushed out her shaggy hair. She looked quite put-together and unassuming. Perfect.

Bosco's hand rested on her thigh the whole drive there, her thumb rubbing up and down absentmindedly over her dress. The ten-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Walking up to the front doors of the church, she couldn't help the twinge of anxiety that swirled about inside her. She remembered how often she used to attend Sunday services throughout the entirety of her childhood and teenage years. How often she'd feel guilt-tripped to the moon and back every time she'd go simply because the church said her actions and thoughts were sinful and that she’d end up in hell. Her hand clutched nervously at Bosco's, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeves.

The service had already started, but other people were still filtering in along with them, so Daya was relieved they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. They found a spot on the pews as far back and off to the corner as possible. Daya breathed a sigh of relief when Bosco led her to a spot where no one was really around them, or in the same row at least.

The service was well on its way by the time they sat down, the choir singing away to the tune of a hymn Daya vaguely recognized.

The first few minutes were mundane, but it wasn’t long before Daya felt Bosco’s hand find its way back to her leg, tapping it as a signal to uncross them. Daya immediately did as directed, and Bosco's hand slowly started inching further up her inner thigh, making her breath shudder. She tried to close her legs and press her thighs together just a little, but Bosco swatted them back open enough for her to have easy access. Thankfully no one was close enough to be suspicious of what was happening.

As the priest stood at the podium ready to give the sermon, Bosco's hand kept wandering, making Daya squirm. She was taken off guard by Bosco's fingers suddenly moving up to rub gently at her clit over her panties. She jolted, almost letting a whine slip out before she recovered, masking it with a cough.

"Bosco," Daya hissed under her breath.

Bosco held back a delighted smile. "What?" She whispered, "Is this not why we're here? Just be quiet and pay attention, princess."

"I-I can't when you're doing that."

"Sure you can. And you will."

Daya's mind started to go fuzzy, the sermon fading into white noise, but she tried as hard as she could to keep attention as the priest spoke.

"...See how people call on God's name or use the name of his son Jesus as if it were no more than common foul language, or drag the name of Christ into the gutter with all the contempt you can muster. Or worse, stand by and do nothing while others do so. What does scripture teach us about that? It is the one unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit. James 3:6 says, 'The tongue is a fire…[it] is placed among the parts of our bodies; it pollutes the whole body, sets the course of life on fire, and is set on fire by hell.' The tongue is what can commit the ultimate sin..."

"How fitting," Bosco remarked against Daya's ear in a low voice, making her shiver.

Bosco's hand never ceased its motions, barely using any pressure to tease her. She was already soaked through her panties, making Bosco feel like she might start to lose control of herself.

It drove Daya insane, she could barely sit still. She swore she could taste blood from how hard she was biting the inside of her lip, doing everything in her power to not rut into Bosco's hand or make any noise. It felt so incredibly wrong, but it also made her head swirl with the pure lust overcoming her.

"Bosco, please," Daya whispered harshly, her voice nearly cracking. A few people in front of them turned their heads for a moment to look at them, but the pews blocked their view enough so no one got too suspicious.

"Baby, you gotta keep your voice down, we don't wanna get caught," Bosco warned in a hushed tone.

"Please I can't take the teasing anymore."

"Just a little longer. Wait til the sermon is over, okay?"

Daya nodded, pressing her lips together. Bosco could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, a pink flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Daya looked so perfect like this, trying her hardest to keep it together under her touch. Bosco was high on the power she held over her.

Bosco could tell the priest was nearing the end of his spiel, so she decided to push Daya even further for the last few minutes. She kept her eyes forward the whole time, not even glancing at her as she pushed her panties to the side and ran her middle finger along her bare pussy.

Daya wasn't expecting the direct contact, taking everything in her power to hold back a yelp. She slapped her hand over her own mouth to block the desperate sounds that threatened to spill out. Bosco couldn't help the amused look on her face as she continued to gently stroke her, sliding her finger through her wetness. Daya was gripping the seat of the pew like her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white.

The sermon couldn't possibly end soon enough. As soon as the congregation gave a resounding "Amen", the two of them were out of there. They tried to get out of their seats as hastily as they could without drawing too much attention to themselves, despite a handful of heads turning their way as they left the sanctuary.

As soon as they were out of the main sanctuary and back into the mostly empty lobby, Bosco spotted what looked like a supply closet and quickly dragged Daya inside before anyone could see.

Bosco slammed Daya against the wall and kissed her roughly, making her gasp. She wasted no time getting her hands all over Daya's body, scrunching up her pretty dress up around her waist to get her hands where she needed them. She got a full look at Daya for the first time in the dim light of the closet, seeing the bottom half of her lingerie under her dress. Garters that held up her stockings adorned her delicious thighs, and a sheen of slick coated the space between them. The sight sent a surge of arousal through Bosco as she claimed Daya's mouth with her own once again.

"Such a dirty girl," Bosco mumbled into her lips, "dressing up like a little slut in the house of God."

The choir had resumed their singing after the sermon, the muffled sounds of liturgic songs and hymns coming from the other room. It only added to Daya's guilt that mixed with arousal, reminding her of how wrong, yet so deliciously right, this was.

She whimpered, feeling Bosco's hands squeeze and grab at her. She felt so filthy, but it was so hot at the same time. Bosco slotted one of their thighs between her own as her kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin.

"Oh God," Daya rocked her hips, trying to get what friction she could. She could feel the hard outline of Bosco’s strap against her hips, the realization that she had it on the whole time making her even wetter than she already was. She was so desperate for more she felt like she might combust if Bosco didn't give her what she needed soon.

"Please," Daya huffed, tugging at Bosco's shirt.

"Please what, angel?"

"Come on,"

"Say it, I wanna hear your filthy words."

"I-I need you,"

"Not good enough for me, baby. Beg for it. Give into the temptation. Tell me what you really want.”

Daya was getting frustrated. She wasn't usually the type to be so vulgar, but Bosco always managed to pull it out of her somehow. She decided to give in, pulling Bosco's hips tighter against her own, whining at the feeling of the bulge in her pants, "Please just fuck me already, I need you inside me so fucking bad," she whined, chest heaving.

"That's what I like to hear," Bosco grinned. She started unbuttoning her own shirt, "You act so innocent and pure, but I know deep down you're just a greedy whore, wanting to be used, to show everyone how much of a sinner you are."

Bosco flipped her around roughly, her front was pressed up against the wall. They yanked her soaked panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed and dripping for them. Daya couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat at being tossed around like some kind of toy being used.

Bosco unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough to take the strap she had on out of its confines. She hummed as she teased Daya's entrance with the tip of the dildo. She slid through her arousal before pushing all the way into her, forcing a guttural moan out of her when she bottomed out.

"Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby. You don't want the whole congregation finding out how much of a slut you are," she said in a gravelly voice. She punctuated her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, thrusting into Daya and making her moan again, "or, maybe you do."

Bosco started slow, running her hands up and down Daya’s waist and relishing in how it drew strangled sounds from her that she was trying so hard to hold in. The wet sounds that filled the room as she slid in and out of her were obscene, only adding to how heated the whole situation was.

Daya whined needfully, trying to push her hips back into Bosco’s thrusts, “Bosco…need more.”

“More what, baby?” Bosco knew what she was asking for, but loved forcing the words out of her. Corrupting Daya's sweet and innocent mouth with curses and foul language brought them more satisfaction than they cared to admit.

“Just…fuck me harder please,” Daya’s cheeks burned red.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Bosco obeyed her request, building up a quick pace while the sound of skin slapping together filled the small room. Their breathing became labored and low moans escaped between hot breaths on Daya's neck. They reached around, moving their hands up from her waist to fondle her tits from behind, making the taller girl groan.

Daya's hands clung above her head, nails raking along the smooth wall in the absence of something to grasp and cling to while pleasure coursed through her. "Oh my, god, Bosco, Jesus, fuck, so, ah- good,” Daya chanted like a prayer in time with Bosco’s thrusts.

"What would everyone think if they could see you right now?" Bosco growled, still pounding into Daya. "If everyone knew you were in here, bent over and begging for me to fuck you senseless while they all pray to God. Taking me inside your pretty cunt like a whore while they pray for salvation in the next room. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you..."

Daya didn’t answer, too far gone to say anything coherent other than a slight nod and a few incoherent curses and babbles. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her skin as Bosco’s hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her yelp.

“Wouldn’t you?” Bosco repeated sternly.

“Y-yes,” Daya mustered, barely able to find the words, “Fuck. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

"I'm so close,"

"I know, baby."

Bosco doubled down on her efforts, arousal burning within her at the sight of Daya become such a mess. Watching her be so overcome with pleasure that all thoughts left her brain made Bosco feel dizzy.

"Bosco, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm—"

Bosco reached a hand down to rub her clit fast and hard to send her barreling over the edge. Daya nearly yelled as she came, and Bosco quickly muffled her cries by shoving their fingers into her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she released herself onto the strap, her cum dripping onto Bosco's pants as she was fucked through it. Bosco watched the muscles in her thighs twitch and her knees buckle from the intensity as she came down.

"God, Daya," Bosco hissed, watching her fall apart.

They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as the muffled sounds of prayer from the sanctuary filled the tiny room once again in the absence of their heated moment.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Daya remarked with a weak laugh once she regained enough mental function to speak.

Bosco gave a breathless chuckle and turned her around to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

It wasn't long before Daya's hands were wandering lower to where Bosco ached for her. "What do you want, baby?" She asked against her lips.

"Mm, as fucking hot as that was, I'd rather wait til we get home first. I'll give you round two, okay?"

Daya smiled and nodded "Let's get out of here."

Bosco buttoned up her pants and shirt and then helped fix Daya up as best as she could, straightening out her dress, wiping where her mascara had run, and smoothing out her tousled hair with her fingers. Between the wet spot where Daya had dripped on Bosco's pants and the purple hickeys across Daya's neck, it was painfully obvious as to what they had just done. They just hoped no one would see their walk of shame as they walked out.

Bosco cracked open the door to see if they were safe to leave. The lobby had a few more people in it than before, but she figured if they waited too much longer it would only get worse when more people started making their way out. She grabbed Daya by the arm and speed-walked out of the building, keeping their heads down, and getting several dirty looks from people on the way out.

Once out of the building, they couldn't help but giggle, full of mischief and giddiness as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car to head back.

"Told you it would be fun," Bosco gloated.

Daya rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance. "We got so many dirty looks from old church ladies, we'll probably never be allowed back there," she laughed, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"Whatever, you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. You can show me how much you appreciated it when we get back," Bosco smirked.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

#i hope this was worth the wait heheh😈#warning they fuck in a church lol #i had to google a lot about christianity and church services for this💀#it was fun tho lol #dayasco #prompt #smut #blasphemy au #im going to hell

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