i brought you flowers for a request 💐 could you please do a cesaire fic from red riding hood where he disguises himself as a priest for plot but its really just for porn? you already know we need the daddy kink special but can you add in some biting, rough sex aaaand a happy or fluff ending? thank you so so much love you forever 💗
thank you for the flowers baby💗 I’m so sorry for the wait🥺 I hope you like it and I love you!
summary - the big bad wolf takes on a new disguise and fucks you inside a church.
warning - smut, mentions of priests and churches, creampie, daddy kink, rough sex, biting, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips.
Cesaire couldn’t take his eyes off of you the moment you stepped foot into their small village. The big bad wolf inside him wanted to pounce and devour you. He was doing work around the house one day when he stopped to watch you walk into the church. He decided to follow, watching from the shadows as you seemed to be looking around for someone.
While you were looking away, Cesaire snuck into a room and slipped into a priest’s clothes. A thrill going up his spine at how sinful this was, there he stood. The big bad wolf dressed in a priest’s clothes. His eyes catch in the mirror, he grins, a hungry glint in his eyes.
“Hello?!” Cesaire hears you call out, your sweet voice already causing his cock to twitch.
He clears his throat before walking out of the room, appearing behind you. His tongue flicks out and licks his lips as he takes in your sweet-looking dress. “Hello.”
You jump, spinning around. You place a hand over your heart as you smile softly at him. “Oh! You scared me.” Your eyes drift over him without meaning to but something about him seemed… Dangerous but strangely, it didn’t feel like it was in a bad way. “I didn’t see you when I came in?”
He steps closer. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just in the back, doing some work.” Cesaire tilts his head, smiling as he lies through his teeth. “Did you need something?”
You suddenly become shy under his gaze, looking down at your feet. You can feel your cheeks burn as you think of the reason you came into the church in the first place. You didn’t know the man you had been having dirty thoughts about was a priest.
Cesaire nearly growls when he catches a whiff of your arousal, he moves closer. You jump when he suddenly appears in front of you. “You don’t need to be shy. This is a safe space.” You shiver, his voice deep. “Would you like to go over to the confessional? Or we can go to my office.” He holds himself back from grabbing you and fucking you against every surface inside of this church.
You look up again, chewing on your bottom lip as you think. His office would provide more privacy in case someone did walk in but did you really want to tell him the sinful thoughts you had been having about him? “Can we please go to your office?”
Cesaire smirks slightly, nodding. Taking you to the office wouldn’t be that hard as he grew up in this village, he knew the ins and outs of every building. “Very well.” You shiver when his hand rests on your lower back and leads you to the office, once you’ve stepped inside and taken a seat. Cesaire joins you, his presence nearly suffocating you in the small room.
You squirm in the seat under his intense gaze. “So, what is it you need?”
“I’ve been having these impure thoughts…” You speak quietly, barely above a whisper. If Cesaire wasn’t a wolf, he wouldn’t have heard it.
“I’m sorry, can you please say that a little bit louder? I didn’t quite hear it and as you can see, I’m not as young as I used to be.” He lies, wanting to hear you say it, wanting to break you.
Your cheeks heat and you squirm again, being reminded that he is older doesn’t help. You clear your throat, fingers curling into your dress. “I–I’ve been having these impure thoughts…”
He hums, leaning closer. “Have you? And what/who have they been about?”
You squirm again, looking at him with wide eyes. “Huh? Who?’
Cesaire nods, licking his lips as his eyes roam your figure. “Yes. This is a safe space, it won’t leave this room.” He reaches over, taking your hand in his to help you stop fidgeting.
You look around before looking down at your hands. “Y–you… It was before I knew you were a priest, I swear!”
Cesaire hardens, a growl accidentally slipping from his lips. You jump, feeling a throb between your legs at the sound. His hands squeeze yours slightly, keeping you seated. Your eyes are locked onto his dark ones, a chill shooting up your spine at the feel of danger creeping in. “And what impure thoughts have you had about me?”
Your body feels hot, you itch to rip your dress from your body with how hot you feel. You shake your head, not knowing if you can even speak about the things you’ve thought about him.
Cesaire growls again, suddenly he pulls you up and bends you over the desk. He presses against you from behind, leaning close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear. “Is this what you’ve thought about?” You let out a small whimper as he roughly pulls your dress up, slapping your pussy. “Or was it this?” His growls vibrate against you.
You whine, your pussy throbbing from the slap. You’re too shocked to speak, was this some kind of dream? Was the man you have been fantasizing about actually doing this to you? You suddenly gasp, whipping your head around. “Aren’t you a priest?!” You can’t lie, you could feel yourself slicken at how sinful this was.
He chuckles, slapping your pussy again. A groan slips past his lips as he smells your arousal in the air, he can practically taste how sweet you are. “Maybe, maybe not. Would you rather continue with the questions or have me pound into you on this desk?” He growls.
You whimper, moaning at the slap. “S–sorry, Daddy…” You don’t register the word, only focusing on how soaked you are and how good your pussy feels when he slaps it.
Cesaire’s eyes roll back, growling before he slaps your pussy again. His hands immediately go to his belt, ripping it off and pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. “Say that again.”
“S–sorry?”
You moan when he slaps his cock against your pussy lips. “Not that, Sweetness.”
Your cheeks heat as you finally realise what word you accidentally let slip. Your eyelids flutter as you feel him rubbing against you. “D–daddy.”
“That’s a good girl.” He groans, your body jolts forward as he suddenly thrusts inside of you. Your eyes roll back when you feel him stretch you open. Gasps and moan continuously fall from your lips as he begins to fuck into you hard and fast.
You whine, pushing back against him. Cesaire grips your hips, fucking you harder and harder. He leans forward and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to scream and clench around his cock. “Fuck. You little slut.” He growls, biting harder. You feel dizzy, so overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Daddy! Oh…” Your vision goes white, squeezing him tightly. Your nails digging into the wooden desk.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He pounds into you, pulling you back against his cock as he thrusts. He suddenly pulls out and flips you around before sliding back into you, continuing his rough pace. His hand comes up and wraps around your neck, squeezing tight as he watches your eyes roll back. “Cum for me!”
Your mouth falls open, arms falling limp while your back arches and your toes curl as you cum hard, your juices squirting out of you and covering him.
Cesaire growls, feeling your walls squeeze around him. He fucks into you harder, his balls tightening before he buries himself deep inside of you and cumming, filling you to the brim. He slowly pulls out, tucking his cum-soaked cock back into his pants before looking down at you with a strange softness.
Your mind is fuzzy, your body buzzing with pleasure. You jump slightly when you feel something soft between your legs, you lazily peer down and realise that he is cleaning you up. You feel warm, your heart beating a little faster.
Cesaire looks up and gives you a small smile. He throws the cloth aside and pulls your dress down. “I’m sorry if I was a bit too rough.” He runs his hand through his hair.
Your legs automatically open at the action and you have to quickly snap them shut, your cheeks heating up as he smirks down at you, obviously noticing the action. You sit up, chewing on your bottom lip. “I didn’t mind.”
He smiles, holding out his hand. “I’m Cesaire.”
You smile back, slipping your hand into his. “I’m Y/n.”
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