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#this feels weird but I can’t look at it anymore lol
quentinbecks · 3 years
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"for one muse to deny the other orgasm" joseph x reader to complete the collection pls and thank u ✧・゚
thank you so much for this one, ash! i went a (slightly)different route/little too self indulgent with this one and added my girl instead of a reader. i actually almost ended this after she gets hers, but that would be rude. this was also a little more sacrilegious, but i got an immediate migraine and took that as a sign lol.
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prompt: for one to deny the other an orgasm
pairing: joseph seed x ofc
words: 1.3 k (short and sweet)
warnings: edging, slightly sacrilegious, (male) oral sex, and slight hints of polyseeds
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Charlie had told John in confidence of her doubts about the project; trusted that her partner would keep her secrets safe, but with a Judas kiss he went and told Joseph. And now here she is, receiving a “punishment” that she’s certain God himself would frown upon.
She lies there, sweat soaked and fingers clutching desperately onto cotton sheets. This has been going on for over an hour and the woman finally thinks she has a grasp on the rules; no touching back and no outward signs of pleasure. Either rule is broken and he stops and it all begins again.
Charlie watches as his long fingers dance precariously down her abdomen; the rosary wrapped around his hand dangling between her thighs. She’s pretty sure at this point that despite all his talk of salvation; Joseph wants her to go to hell. And she’s certain if there is one she will because there is no way his god will ever forgive this.
“Please” she grits out, “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
Joseph leans up, wiping a free falling tear from under her eye. “You need to learn to trust me. That’s why you’re here.” He eyes her; her green eyes dazed and body slackened from exhaustion. “My brother gives you what you want, whenever you want. He’s spoiled you too much, sweet girl.”
Charlie finds herself glaring at the ceiling, wishing that they had made her an angel or had her run a trial; anything would be better than this. She had agreed to this arrangement because she thought her resolve was much stronger than it is; that and her sick attraction to the Father himself.
She feels his fingers slide back down in between her legs, twitching as they roll over her overstimulated bundle of nerves. Peering up, she catches him watching her face; unnerved by his unwavering intensity she has to look away. Charlie tries to focus on anything but the digits that have picked up speed. She wonders if he edges all his doubters or if she’s the only fortunate soul.
“You’re doing so well. I think it’s time, don’t you?”
Her eyes widen at his words; finally, the release she’s been waiting for. “Yes, please” she nods her head wildly. Charlie watches as he sits back on the bed, legs slightly spread as he beckons her towards him.
“Come here.”
She crawls over, stopping to take him in. She wonders how many people have the luck to see him like this. The setting summer sun glistening off his skin combined with his confident stature makes him look like a god and she wants to worship him.
“Can I?” Charlie asks as she reaches out a hand towards him, unwilling to touch without his consent.
Joseph nods, allowing her to slither up his body. Her hand reaches out, fingers tracing over the “lust” tattoo carved above his groin. She secretly hopes he’ll have a third one etched into his flesh soon; the idea of causing him to sin thrilling her.
His hands replace hers, making quick work of his belt to pull his jeans down. Charlie immediately straddles him; both eager to please and to be pleased.
Finally.
She’s not surprised by how easily he slides inside her, her folds slick from prolonged teasing. Her hips immediately start to rock, desperate for that sweet release, only for the older man’s hands to hold her in place.
“Be patient. Do you not trust that I’ll give you what you want?”
No Charlie thinks to herself.
Nevertheless, she nods. “I’m sorry, Joseph. Of course I trust you.”
Joseph’s hands grip onto her hips, moving her body the way he sees fit. The first hint of friction hits her; body twitching as if she’s been struck by a bolt of lightning. The intensity increases as she feels his lips trailing lightly down her neck onto her collarbone. She’s amazed at how he’s able to keep up this slow and steady pace; his self-restraint proving to be enviable.
Charlie doesn’t think she can take anymore when his thumb rolls circles over her clit, her hips moving in sync with his motions. “Please” she throws her head back with a cry, sweat and a stray tear rolling down her flushed cheeks.
Joseph doesn’t respond, he doesn’t need to. She can feel him begin to fuck into her from below, his hips thrusting so intensely she’s practically bouncing on his lap. His eyes never leave her as she squirms around, soft moans falling from her lips.
“Look at me” he commands as she starts to tighten around him. Charlie really doesn’t think she can keep her eyes open; let alone focus on him throughout her orgasm. She manages to obey, though, the look on his face as her eyes flutter open making her unravel
“Fuck” she cries out, her walls clenching around him causing him to let out a hiss. She stills for a moment, her body too exhausted to move or speak.
“Thank you” she sleepily plants a kiss to Joseph’s jaw before moving down to his neck. “Let me take care of you now.”
Charlie slides off his lap, trailing nips and kisses along each one of his scars and tattoos. The muscles in his abdomen twitch as her lips reach his “lust” scar; an earlier source of fixation.
“I should be the one taking care of you.”
She rolls her eyes at Joseph’s unwillingness to not be in control, but she’s pretty sure she’s had her fill of being dominated today. “Relax.” Lightly pushing him back, she takes a firm hold of his cock; her tongue dragging up the shaft in one long stride.
Joseph is lucky she’s not petty; that she won’t inflict the same stops and starts on him, even though the idea is tempting. A light kiss is given to the head, her soft tongue flicking out to swirl around the slit. Looking up through her lashes Charlie watches as the man inhales sharply, his eyes shutting tightly. Wetting her lips, she moves to take him in more, eager to extract similar noises out of him.
She slowly bobs her head as her right hand pumps in time with the movements of her mouth. Charlie feels his hands threading her long waves, pulling them back to be able to watch her better; the act making her moan lightly around him.
Outside of the soft sucking sounds and birds chirping, the room is completely quiet. She hears an intake of breath and feels his hips thrust into her mouth. Trying to keep up with his pace, her cheeks hollow and her left hand digs into his hip. Joseph is only able to keep this speed for so long, the time spent inside her combined with the wetness of her mouth sending him over the edge.
Charlie’s jaw slightly aches from the current momentum; relief washing over when she tastes the familiar salty seed fill her mouth. After giving a few last languid pumps, she pulls up, licking her licks to remove any remnants of the Father.
Crawling back into his lap, she places a lazy, chaste kiss to his pink lips. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Joseph. You’re right. I need to learn to trust people more.”
“All is forgiven.” He kisses her forehead before resting against it. “You’ll still need to atone for your actions. I think sloth is the most fitting for this.” Charlie nods solemnly before moving to get up, but a hand on her elbow stops her.
“Just rest here for now. Atonement can wait.”
Joseph gets up then, forcing her to lie back in the bed. He gets dressed and gives her one final kiss before heading back out to work on his sermons.
“Goodnight, Charlene.”
Charlie just nods, already dozing off. A final thought passes through her mind: was this “lesson” actually for her benefit or his? Either way, she’s grateful.
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