𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 PAIRINGS: PRIEST! BAKUGOU KATSUKI X DEMON! F!READER
𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 WORD COUNT: 4K
𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 WARNINGS: ORAL SEX / BONDAGE (CHAINS) / FACE FUCKING / CNC / NIPPLE PLAY / EROTIC ASPHYXIATION / BREATH PLAY / CHOKING (HANDS & A ROSARY) / FINGER SUCKING / BLASPHEMY KINK / SACRILEGE (HE FUCKS YOU WITH A CRUCIFIX) / DRACRYPHILIA / OVERSTIMULATION / BITING / BEGGING / SQUIRTING / CUM EATING / SPIT (MIXED WITH HOLY WATER) / MENTIONS OF BURNS
𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 AUTHOR’S NOTE: i had so much fun writing this one, i know this isn't everyone's cup of tea but i hope you enjoy it as much as i did <333
The sound of thunder rumbled through the dark halls of the church. The fragile stained-glass windows vibrated under the weight of the wind from the storm outside. The dim light from the dying candles flickering, casting shadows against the mahogany-stained oak wood that creaked with every whistle of the wind that escaped through the cold halls.
Picking up another bible, Father Bakugou makes his way through the rows of seats as he collects the last of the discarded bibles from his evening service, the wood groaning under the weight of his polished black oxfords. Noticing how the wind had snuffed the majority of the candles, making the mental note to blow out the remaining ones before settling in for the night.
His steps echoed through the lonely church, the silence of the night bringing him comfort after a long day of service and confessionals. His ears perked at the sound of another set of footsteps paddling along the wooden floors, lifting his gaze towards the entrance of the church, his brows frowning when he didn't notice anyone. Laying the bibles in his hand down on the bench as he makes his way towards the lunette doors, twisting the handle to ensure it's locked. A low hum vibrating in his throat, figuring it must've been the heavy wind.
Turning around to return to his tasks, he stops in his tracks at the sight of a woman standing in front of him. His brows rose momentarily from shock before frowning back down at the woman. Questions flooded his mind, confused as to how you got inside if the door remained locked, and how had he not heard you sneak up on him. He took in your appearance, a long black corduroy dress taut against your figure, hugging your curves in all the right spots. A matching black scarf adorning your hair, clasped with perfectly manicured hands just below your chin as you stared softly up at him, a soft smile plastered on your glossy lips. He takes a moment to look down at your feet, the short black heeled boots peeking from under the seam of your dress, those were sure to make a sound on these old wooden floors.
He wondered just how a delicate thing like you made its way past him as his eyes met yours again. He's about to open his mouth to ask you how you managed to enter, but the sound of your voice stops him.
“Forgive the late interruption, Father… I hope I'm not bothering you too much”, your words are soft as they spill past your lips, dipped in honey as you end your sentence with a candied smile.
“It's past service hours, they're done for the evening”, he says in a low voice as he makes his way past you, unease is starting to settle under his skin, noticing how your clothes were completely dry, not a single stain of water on you in contrast to the uncontrollable pour of rain outside.
An affirmative hum sounded from behind him as you followed him through the center of the church. “I'm aware of that, Father”, he briefly looked at you over his shoulder, noticing how you were following close behind him, as he picked up the bibles again and headed towards the altar to store them.
“I just seemed to be in need of some…” you trailed off as you peered over to the side searching for the correct words, “...guidance”.
“Guidance?”
“Mhm”, you quickly nod as you look up at him from the bottom steps of the altar.
There was something about you that Bakugou couldn't quite decipher, your presence made him feel anxious. It made the clerical collar around his neck feel tighter than it should, his throat going dry with every syllable that spilled from your sultry lips. He stared down at you for a few moments before sighing.
“Guidance, huh?”, you continued to look up at him through your lashes as you nod softly to answer him.
“Come on”, he beckoned you over with his fingers as he led you through the wooden arches leading towards the sacristy. He opened the door and you followed in behind him, entering the dark room as you waited for him to light a candle. The flames illuminate his fair skin as he leans the candle over another, repeating the action until the room is bright enough to see. Taking in the old books across the bookshelves against the soft chestnut walls. Chairs stacked one on top of the other in the corner in case more were needed for service, and a table with priestly vestments neatly folded over it. Stepping further into the room as you notice him step behind the table to put away the matches he used for the candles.
“What are we doing here, Father?... I thought you'd help me in a more formal area like the confessional”, you say as you take in the old gray rug placed neatly in the center of the room.
“I will”, he says with a more stern voice. “Just gotta gather some things”.
“Oh…”, your curiosity peaks as you step closer to the table, “...what thi-”, your words die down in your throat as it dawns on you what just happened.
Bakugou smirks back at you as he circles around the table, stopping a few steps away from you. Your soft smile now replaced with a deep frown as you glare back at him, how could you have fallen for such a cheap trick.
“What's the matter, sweetheart?... didn't think I'd notice?”, he says as sharp vermilion eyes stare hard at your darkening ones.
Kicking the rug at his feet as it reveals a pentagram painted against the wooden floor. A devil's trap, a symbol used to trap demons. Once inside, whether on the floor or the ceiling, a demon cannot pass out of the circle.
“How?”, you ask through gritted teeth as he continues looking down at you smugly.
“Just had a hunch”
“A hunch?”
“Mhm”
You stare at him momentarily before sighing loudly through your mouth, returning that sultry smirk to your features and softening your eyes as you speak to him, your words coated with honey again.
“So what now, Father?... what are you gonna do to a poor little defenseless demon like me?”
An airy chuckle escapes through his nose before he steps closer to you, stepping right in front of you, towering over you making sure not to step into the pentagram, his nose barely touching yours while his lips hover above yours as he speaks in a soft whisper.
“I'm gonna give you what you asked for, sweetheart…”, he trails off as he lets his eyes roam over your body, settling on your lips, causing you to lick them subconsciously, watching you intently as the pink muscle coats your lips with a thin layer of saliva before disappearing back into your mouth, meeting your eyes again, pools of red darkened by the dim light staring deeply into yours as he whispers again.
“...Guidance”. His mischievous grin is the last thing you see before darkness consumes you.
You groan at the ache in your muscles as your eyes flutter open, you awake in a different room than the previous one, the wood on the walls replaced by old, rusted bricks. Surrounded by candles, too many to count as you take in your surroundings. Twisting your wrist to pull them towards you, feeling the strain against your delicate skin as you notice you're unable to move them.
Chained to the two large columns on each side of you, trailing your eyes upwards spotting the pentagram above you, figuring you must be below the sacristy. A cold wind brushing past you, causing goosebumps to prickle at your skin, looking down to your body as your brows frown at the realization that you're naked.
“You're finally awake” a voice rasps a few feet away from you. Father Bakugou emits from the dark where not many candles are stationed, rolling up the sleeves of his black button up shirt as he gets closer to you.
“Thought I'd lost you for a second”, he says as he grabs you by the chin, lifting your face to look at him as he peers down at you.
“Mm, this isn't your true form, is it?”, you remain silent as you just stare back at him.
“Reveal yourself to me”, he orders while adding pressure to where his fingers are pressing against your chin, letting you know it's not a request, it's a demand. Shooting him a smirk as he backs a few steps away from you.
Large black wings emit from your back, stretching them wide behind your back causing some candles to go out under their strength. Horns revealing themselves from between your hair at the sides of your head. Dark, sharp claws extending from your fingertips, replacing your delicately manicured ones. A long, pointed tail swaying from side to side behind you while you open your eyes to meet his gawking ones. Black pooling in the white of your eyes before settling in your irises as you swipe a forked tongue across your bottom lip.
Bakugou lets his eyes roam freely along your exposed skin, ogling at you. In all his years of service, he's seen many unholy things step in and out of his church, but he's never seen anything as captivating as you. So alluring he might be bewitched, actually considering going against all his vows and sparing your life once he's done with you, maybe even keep you as his new pet and break you over and over until you devote yourself to him.
Stepping closer towards you, his hands stroking your hips before dragging them up against your curves, the cold from the rings adorning his fingers causing shivers in their wake. Making their way up, stopping on your breast as his digits flick your pierced nipples. The hard metal clicking softly against his blunt nails as he traps your erect buds between his fingertips. Rolling them before pinching and pulling them harshly, a mewl escaping your throat before a chuckle leaves your lips.
His eyes dart towards your hooded ones as he continues his ministrations on your chest. “Something funny?”, he asks while raising a brow at you. A smile adorns your features as you tilt your head to the side.
“No, just excited I guess…” you say as your eyes trail down his figure before meeting his expecting ones again. “...Curious as to what a devoted priest like yourself has up his sleeve, indulging in such naughty actions''.
This time it's his turn to laugh, suddenly pulling on your chest harder as he brings you closer to him, a gasp erupting from you while you stare up at his towering figure. “Why don't I just show you, yeah?”, he whispers against your lips before stepping away from you.
“On your knees”, he orders while he unbuckles his belt. Following his demand as you drop to your knees, the chains keeping your arms above your head, waiting as he removes his bottoms completely, discarding them to the side along with his shoes as he walks towards you. Giving his cock a few pumps before pressing the tip against your lips.
“Worship it”, he commands while staring down at you. Looking up at him briefly before turning your attention back to the growing cock in front of you. Darting your tongue out as you slide it up and down his slit before wrapping your lips around the tip. Sucking on it softly while slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, his cock twitching slowly against your tongue while you feel it grow larger inside your drooling mouth.
Leaning back to spit on it before taking him completely in your mouth, bopping your head back and forth as much as you could with your restraints. Dragging your tongue against the bulging veins under his shaft that pulse with every swipe of your forked muscle, causing soft grunts to emit from the man above you.
Backing away to catch your breath but before your lips could leave his tip, you feel two large hands wrap around your horns, shoving you down on his cock again. Forcing his length deeper down your throat with each thrust of his hips, moaning in protest around his cock as you struggle to breathe through your nose.
“Relax for me, sweetheart… mhm that’s it, open wide for me”, he says between grunts as your jaw starts to go slack under the force of his hands pushing you back and forth to meet his rapid thrust. Webs of saliva pooling from the sides of your mouth as they dribble down your chin, traveling down the valley of your breast and pooling on your throbbing cunt, mixing in with your juices that drip from your pussy onto the floor.
The sensation of being used for his pleasure making every nerve in your body vibrate as he continues chasing his release. Feeling his cock pulsate inside your mouth as he forces you all the way down on him, nose flush against the blonde tuft of hair connecting with his happy trail as you feel his balls throb against your chin. Thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat while you try to swallow them as much as you could, deep grunts resonating from above you muffled by the buzzing in your ears from the lack of oxygen.
Slowly slipping his cock from your mouth as he leans back, gasping for air as you greedily gulp hair back into your lungs while he catches his breath as he looks down at you. “Aw did I go too hard on you, sweetheart?”, he coos while dragging his fingers across your cheek before lowering it towards your lips as you take his thumb inside your mouth. Sucking on his digit while breathing heavily through your nose, still recuperating from the ache in your lungs while he smirks down at you.
His eyes trailing down your body, noticing the wet patches on your skin leading down towards your cunt, laughing at the puddle of juices on the floor. “Look… at… that'', he says, emphasizing each word while he lowers himself to your level. Crouching down before you while he drags his fingers through your wet folds, causing your thigh to shake under his touch as he grips one with his other hand. Kneading the skin on them while his digits draw circles through your cunt, panting as you stare at him with lust, silently begging for more of his touch.
“Look at you, such a mess when I've barely even touched you”, a smirk still adorning his face as a breathy chuckle expels from his nose. A whine erupting from your throat when he rises from his position, the loss of his fingers against your needy cunt making your legs bulge as you writhe against your restraints.
“Relax, I'll be right back”, he chirps while sucking your juices from his digits, the action making his steps falter slightly as the sweet taste of your juices hit his taste buds, making his eyes roll as he continues making his way towards the wooden table at the end of the room. Grabbing his flask and a crucifix before making his way back to you. Removing the last of his clothing before he kneels in front of you, placing his flask down beside him as he fondles with the crucifix in his hands.
Vermillion irises meeting your pitch-black ones as you stare at him impatiently, your chest rising and falling rapidly with the amount of lust that's coursing through your body. Bringing the crucifix down on your skin, dragging it from your collarbone all the way down to your abdomen, leaving red marks along your smooth skin before dragging it down onto your cunt. Stroking the long end of the object through your folds as soft mewls vibrate in your throat.
Angling the cross upwards as he starts inserting it into your spasming walls, a shiver running your body at the feeling of the cold metal inside of your warm pussy. Slowly thrusting it in and out of you as he drags it perfectly against your sweet spot, causing moans to erupt from your throat as he gradually speeds up his movements. Lowering his other hand down onto your clit as his digits start to rub fast circles against your swollen nub. The knot in your lower abdomen tightening as you get closer to your orgasm.
“You're close, aren't you?... I can feel your walls fighting against the cross”, the wet sound of your pussy against the crucifix mixing in with his words as you near the edge of your climax. “Beg for it, beg for me to let you cum”, he whispers against your ear as tears start to blur your vision.
“Pl-please, please Father, let me cum”, you whisper back to him, struggling to get your voice out with the intensity of your building orgasm.
“Louder”, he orders.
“Please Father! Please please please let me cum!”, a toothy grin escapes his lips as he gives you permission to cum while biting your earlobe. The knot inside of you bursting as you cum all over the crucifix and his hand, his fingers on your clit never stopping as they press hard against you. Feeling your orgasm rising again while he continues inserting the metal object in and out of you, feeling it hit against your cervix with each hard thrust as you pull on your restraints.
The chains click against each other while your entire body shakes as warm clear liquid splashes from between your legs, squirting all over his forearm, dripping down your thighs and spattering on him as it puddles under you. Slowing down his movements before removing the cross from between your legs, bringing it towards your face while your juices drip from its sides.
Opening your mouth as he presses the metal down against your tongue before wrapping your lips around it, cleaning your juices off of it while he watches intently. Pulling the cross from your lips, a wet pop echoing before he places it down to the side. Picking up his flask, unscrewing the top as he brings it to his lips, taking long sips of its contents before leaning up above you.
“What is that?”, you asked confused as to what he just drank, but before you could question any further, he pried your mouth open with his fingers as he spits the liquid down your throat. The burning in your throat immediately hits you as he continues spilling the holy water from his mouth down into your open one. Tears spilling from the side of your eyes as you struggle against his grip on your mouth, his other hand wrapping around your throat to keep you in place as you're forced to swallow down the fiery liquid.
Spitting the last of the liquid before he brings his lips down onto yours, kissing you with such ardor you almost forget the burning sensation coursing through your body. Leaning back as he drags his tongue on your cheeks, licking your tears before switching to the other one. Your body was shaking, the burning inside of you making it hard to breathe and the stinging on your neck and chest where the water spilled was starting to throb.
Rising from his position as he pulls you up with him, his hands wrapping on the back of your thighs as he wraps them around his waist. Aligning his cock with you before he shoves his length completely into you, a hoarse cry bursting from your throat as he starts thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. Your entire body jerks under his force as he takes another gulp from his flask, downing the last of its contents before discarding it to the side as he pulls you towards him, nails digging in your nape as he presses his lips to yours again.
Whining against him while the holy water travels down your throat, causing the burning sensation to return while you grip on the chains around your wrist, feeling the cold metal start to break the skin as you pull on them harder. Your orgasm builds rapidly as your head falls back when he lets go of your neck.
Not staying like that for long before you feel something wrap around your throat, followed by another sting that remains constant against your delicate skin. Bakugou wrapped his rosary around your throat to keep your head from falling back so he could get a good look at you. Pulling you closer to him by the rosary as he presses his sweaty forehead to your damped one, continuing to ram his cock into you, his mushroom head smashing against your cervix as he pants against you. Hot breaths mixing in with each other as you both get closer to your release.
“Submit to me”, he grunts against your lips as your eyes widen at his request.
“What?”
“Submit to me… make a deal with me and submit to me”.
Does he have any idea what he's asking for? Once you make a deal with a demon you are bonded till death, selling your soul until it's time to collect it.
“Do it!”, he commands in between pants. “Do it and then you can cum”.
The knot in your stomach was near its breaking point and he felt too good to risk losing it. “Wh-where?”, you ask as guttural moans continue to spill from your lips.
“My- ooh fuck, my cock… I-I wanna feel it when I fuck you”.
Those words are all you need to hear before you form a contract with him, burning the seal with one on his tip and the other on your cervix. Sealing the contract as you both cum at the sudden burning on your already sensitive regions. Your wings flutter behind you as he presses his cock against your cervix while hot spurts of cum stain your insides, spilling from the sides of your pussy from the large amount as your walls pulse around him, milking him of every last drop.
Pulling him into a kiss as you moan into each other's mouths, the seals still fresh and vibrating against each other as you both remin flush against the other. Panting as he softly kisses away the spilled tears staining your cheeks, untangling the rosary as he lowers his lips down into your neck leaving kisses along the tender skin as it starts to slowly heal under his touch.
Reaching up to unchain your wrists as your arms wrap around his neck while he carries you back up the stairs and through the secret passage hidden behind the bookshelves of the sacristy. Placing you down on the spare altar inside the sacristy as his fingers tangle with the hairs in the back of your head. Taking you in while your heavy breaths start to slow, pressing your forehead against his again, as you whisper softly against his soft lips.
“So what now?”
“Now, my little pet, you’re mine to play with…”, he says while lying kisses down your neck, lowering until he is kneeling between your legs. “... as much as I am yours to fulfill all your deepest desires that roam inside that pretty, devilish head of yours”. He adds while laying kisses along your inner thighs, before coming down to give a long lick from your tight rim all the way up to your clit, giving it a quick suck before diving in between your legs.
Your mind goes hazy as the pleasure starts to build inside your core again, a content sigh vibrating inside your chest as your eyes meet his hooded ones. Understanding now why you felt such a strong pull towards the church earlier while passing by.
Excited for your adventures with the sinister priest that was on his knees for you, lapping up your cunt like a starved man. Worshiping you like the very God he swore to follow, said God long forgotten as you took his spot upon his throne inside the heart of the pretty blonde priest.
