you're on your knees, altar boy, and you're praying. not to god. to the hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face down into the crotch of the priest's robes. you're thankin' him for the weight on your tongue, the stretch in your jaw, the holy water that ain't water at all, leaking down your throat. "forgive me, father, for i have sinned." and he just laughs, deep and rough, "not yet, you haven't. but we're working on it."
You know what, the priest wouldn't fuck you. Not at first. When he finally gives in to temptation you're in his office having a one-on-one conversation about faith where he's the only one taking it seriously.
You've been squirming in your chair. Dropping your hair clip so you can lean over to get it, pulling your shirt daringly low before you come back up. Licking your lips, always calling his flustered gaze back to you. When he breaks it's explosive, the way he stumbles around his desk to get to you. You bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard and giving yourself away.
"Oh, Father!" You squeak with mock surprise when he drops to his knees with a thud and yanks you to the edge of the chair, shoving your legs over the upholstered arms and leaning in.
"I'm sorry." His voice is shaking and his panting breaths are hot against your core. "God forgive me."
His plea is muffled as you pull him closer, pressing his mouth against your panties. He's too dazed to do anything other than lick, moaning when you slip your panties to the side to offer him better access, to let him take straight from the source.
I keep thinking about finally corrupting a priest but instead of shy, he’s insanely pent up. Poor thing is so eager, fumbling with his collar, erection pressing against his trousers.
It only takes a few touches for him to become a moaning, drooling mess.
he comes to see her in secret - away from the prying eyes of his congregation.
his heart heavy with resentment, guilt, and anger - yet he still visits, longing for the blasphemous touch of her skin.
riddled with shame brought on by his sworn oath to be a righteous and holy servant of God - he takes her right then and there in her secluded cottage.
with heavy breaths and silent, soft, prayers - bent over furniture - half-unbuttoned, skewed clothing and hiked-up skirts.
praying for salvation and forgiveness for what he is doing, and for the climax he so scornfully craves - to be satiated, utterly and completely, if only for that moment.
Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 2
Part 1- Omegaverse Masterlist
So I did have an oc at one point named Varin that I kinda just abandoned so I’m reusing the name here; they’re not related tho. I just really like the name
New CWs: p in v, reader has a vagina and a penis, brief mentions of a priest kink, clothes humping, references to breeding/knotting, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjob (receiving) creampie. Shoutout to everyone who voted in the poll at the end of part 1! Thank u :D
“I…” the man sputtered between breaths. “I suppose I should tell you my name. Since we’ll be spending so much time together.”
Your body had outrun your mind, the man you were supposed to be working with had cum all over your chest. Your face and skin warm were warm to the touch, your heart racing.
You couldn’t help but be annoyed with yourself.
You told him your name and nothing more, standing up to find a towel. You knew the more you talked to him now, the more awkward things would be later on.
“What’s the rush?” He teased, sitting up as he watched you move about the room.
You were burning up; you might’ve cum, but your heat required much, much more in order to be quelled. “This was a bad idea,” you mumbled under your breath. “It’ll take nearly two weeks to get to the city. Then two weeks to get back.“
Maybe my heat will be done by then, but…that’s still a week of confinement with him.
“Sure, but…not sure what that’s got to do with right now. My name’s Varin, by the way,” he said as he relaxed into the bed, not appearing all that concerned.
Truthfully, his name was the least of your worries. Your heat wasn’t going to get any better, and now…now it would almost certainly get worse.
You wiped yourself off, throwing the towel to the side and pacing around the room in a panic.
I probably look like a fool.
You let out a sigh. Even if you knew he’d find out about your heat eventually, you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.
I’ve dealt with it alone before. I can deal with it myself just fine. Then again, those times I didn’t have an alpha right beside me. An alpha who I had nearly slept with.
Varin’s eyes followed you with unwavering curiosity. “You uh…you alright?”
You paused.
I definitely look like a fool.
“I…” you stumbled, scratching the back of your neck as you awkwardly looked back at him. “I’m fine. Just, thinking, that’s all.” You slowly approached the bed, getting inside with the hope of not touching him.
“What about?”
“Well…this uh, this does make things a bit awkward. Considering we’re going to need to work together.”
“I don’t think it does,” he shrugged, his hands behind his head as he relaxed. “Everyone needs something to pass the time.
You scoffed, “pass the time?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “You know,” he reached down to fish a long pipe from his bag, followed by a pouch you assumed to be filled with tobacco. “Plenty of other species just fuck for fun,” he said as he snapped his fingers together, a flame appearing at the end of his thumb. “Like the Fey. Just have to be…mindful. That’s all.”
You rolled your eyes. “Right. Mindful. How well traveled you are,” you mumbled sarcastically, getting back into bed. “Do regale me with your tales of Fey sex parties, I’m sure they must be thrilling.”
He didn’t seem to pick-up on your sarcasm. “Not really. They’re a bit boring, honestly. Not a lot of variety,” he took a drag from the pipe, blowing smoke into the air away from you. “Not to mention the wings getting in the way.”
You turned away, your back facing him. “This was fun and all, but I’m going to bed,” you pulled the blankets over you despite the building warmth.
The man shrugged, smoke continuing to fill the air. “Suit yourself.”
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You didn’t care that it was before sunrise. You had questions.
As soon as you had woken up, you had marched down to the innkeeper’s room, banging on her door. The sex might’ve been fun, but that didn’t change the fact she had assigned you a job without telling you, told a stranger you were an omega, and essentially gave you a chaperone.
A very nice-looking chaperone, but a chaperone nonetheless.
She opened the door slowly, rubbing her eyes, still wearing a fluffy silk robe. “I told you, breakfast isn’t until…oh.”
You wasted no time. “What’s going on? Why is there a man in my room? Telling me about a job I haven’t heard anything about? Saying he’s to escort me?”
Maybe he hadn’t said that exactly, but you were pissed.
She let out a sigh. “Right. Listen, I meant to tell you, but things got a bit out of hand last night.” She opened the door slightly wider, “come.”
As angry as you were, you obeyed her command, following her towards her desk. The innkeeper’s room always smelled like her, the scent of vanilla and coffee flooding your nostrils as you passed by her bed; certainly not an uncommon scent for a female alpha, and thankfully one that didn’t irritate your senses.
She sat down, looking over a mess of papers on her desk before plucking one from the pile. “Here.”
You took the paper from her, reading over it carefully.
‘Dr. Drakarius Thorn: Aged 61, omega in fair health other than afflicted with Lycavirus, but is reported to have the disease under control. Unlikely to be armed, but is currently monitored by mercenaries hired by his place of employment.
At the request of the client, please secure not only his death, but as much of his research documentation as possible.’
You looked back up at the innkeeper, watching as she snacked on grapes from a nearby bowl. “This man. Is he researching the Disease?”
“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “Wouldn’t surprise me, given the request. I’m sure any information on that is a hot commodity.”
“Client might be wanting to take credit for his work,” you thought out-loud.
“Maybe. It’ll be tough, I’ll admit that. But I wouldn’t have given you the job if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
“Well, giving me some alpha to follow me around sounds like you think I can’t handle it,” you sneered.
She held her head in her hands. “I know this looks bad. But every major city up North has tightened their security lately. They’re not letting omegas in alone. Period.”
“I can lie,” you quickly retorted, opening your mouth wider to reveal your freshly sharpened fangs. “I don’t do all this for nothing.”
“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. “I could smell you before you even pounded on the door. You reek of pheromones.”
You frowned. “Well, maybe that wouldn’t be an issue if you had gotten me back in with the medicine lady.” The last few times the elusive ‘medicine lady’ had been in town, you had been off on a job. Perhaps you could’ve been a bit more persistent about finding a suppressant spell, but…it had admittedly slipped your mind until now; when the damage had already been done.
“She comes and goes as she pleases, you know that. There are other priests and healers out there, you’re free to seek them out,” she waved her hand around as she spoke. “Hell, you could try asking your new roommate-”
“No.” You cut her off before she could say anymore. “Besides, his sense of smell is all messed up.”
“That’s exactly why I figured he’d be best to go with you. No worries of any funny business if he can’t smell you.”
About that…
You decided against even implying anything had happened between you two, speaking before you had finished your thought. “But that might…if he can’t smell…” you only realized mid-sentence that your excuse made no sense. “That might mess with…with the magic…” you trailed off.
The innkeeper looked unimpressed. “Right. Suit yourself. But as you said, he has no sense of smell. You’ll be fine. Get through this job, come back, you’ll go your separate ways, and then you’ll get through your heat. Alright? I know it isn’t ideal, but this is a time-sensitive job,” she pointed back to the paper. “And the pay accounts for it.”
You looked back down at the paper. 10,000 gold, 6,000 after the innkeeper took her cut. Suddenly, the job seemed far more appealing.
I won’t need to work for months. Maybe even a year if I’m smart.
“Any other questions?” She asked, leaning over the desk. “I can keep an ear out, see if any other healers pass through.”
“No, that’s…” you stood up. “That’s fine.”
There is no way I am getting him to fix this.
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You walked back up to your room, opening the door to find Varin getting ready. He was fully-dressed below the belt, yet hadn’t put on the robes quite yet.
You couldn’t help but stare at his chest; defined, yet not overly so, his stomach and pectoral muscles covered in dark hair.
I could probably fit my face between them.
“Something on your mind?” Varin asked, the slight smile on his face making it clear he was teasing you.
You leaned in the doorway, looking down at the floor to hide the sudden embarrassment. “Oh, not much. I mean, no, just…well, wondering what kind of priest-doctor-whatever gets into bar-fights. That is what you are, right?”
He reached for a light colored shirt, slipping it on to your disappointment. “…In a way, yes.”
“In a way?” You repeated.
He shrugged, picking up the robes off the floor and dusting them off, the sun’s morning rays shining over every imperfection. “My power comes from the Mother God and the Hunter. I worship them, as all good Besstkin should,” he said in a light-hearted tone, one that might’ve even been sarcastic.
Even if it was clear he was joking, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“But,” he continued, “I have no congregation, no church, nothing like that, least not anymore.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Not anymore?”
“At one point I was a priest for my pack, and some of the neighboring packs nearby. It…” he shrugged. “It was fine. But I don’t like staying in one place for too long. These days, I simply go where I please, and help who I can.”
“How lovely,” you tilted your head to the side. “And how exactly did you help the man who busted your face open last night?”
“Attitude adjustment,” he smiled, reaching down to lace-up his boots. “Just, minor disagreement. That’s all,” he hummed, your previous night together clearly leaving him in good spirits.
“So if you’re a priest, am I supposed to be calling you something? Like a title or whatnot?” You said as you walked back inside, surveying the room to ensure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Yet despite your casual demeanor, his scent seemed to grow only stronger, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth between your legs.
“I’ve had people address me as Father Varin in the past, but I don’t expect you to do that,” he laughed.
Immediately, your mind jumped to you on your knees, his hands holding your head as you sucked him off. “Yes father, please…” you would say, his precum on your tongue. You could feel your cock twitch at the thought, body growing warmer.
Stop that.
“Well, good,” you sighed, looking back at him. “Because I am definitely not calling you that.”
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You both finished gathering your things and headed out, already noon by the time you made it out of town.
The journey after that went as you expected; boring.
The path seemed never-ending, the scenery repetitive visions of verdant green hills; hills you had seen many, many times by now.
Despite all that had happened, your new companion seemed eager to make conversation. You obliged; at least it’d make the time go faster.
“So, how does one get into your line of work?” He asked, holding his hands behind his head as you walked down the path.
You scoffed, “that’s not really something you ask.”
“Well, I just did.”
You let out a sigh. “I…alright, I was always good with a bow, and I liked hunting. It just, fell into my lap, I suppose.” You only shared what felt necessary; no need to give extra details. “You’re not going to give me some spiel on right and wrong, are you?” Admittedly, you worried a criminal traveling with a priest could cause some conflict.
“No. Was just curious, that’s all. We were made to hunt, and that’s what you do.”
You managed to relax a bit after learning he wasn’t going to judge you.
Hours passed as your approached night fall, the conversations mundane, yet still interesting enough to keep you from growing weary. You found your way to a clearing, the sun just about to set.
“We should make camp here,” you remarked, surveying the area. It appeared fairly empty, the only scents you were able to pick-up belonging to deer and rabbits; and your companion, of course. Even if the darkness didn’t obscure your vision, you were tired.
“Fine with me,” he sighed, settings his things down. The two of you made camp, making a fire and setting out bedrolls.
When it finally came time to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel…cold. Goosebumps formed on your skin, the fire’s heat radiating against your skin doing little. The only place you felt warmth was between your legs, The bedroll wasn’t nearly enough, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
This was a pitiful attempt at a nest, if one could even call it that.
I can’t tell if I want to get fucked or if I want to cry or both, you thought, holding your legs close to your chest underneath the bedroll, trying to make yourself as small as you could. You weren’t meant to be out in the woods, you were meant to be in your nest.
That stupid inn was the closest thing to home, and now, you weren’t sure how long it had been since you had gone through a heat without it. You had no mate, and no longer any family, the only scent that had provided you comfort in the past being the wooden walls of the inn.
You could feel slick trailing down your legs, your mind a myriad of emotions. You wanted to feel safe. You wanted to feel comfortable. You also could not stop thinking about Varin’s cock.
I don’t know him. He can’t smell me, but if I let him…
Your cock grew hard, your pussy dripping underneath. Lewd thoughts were impossible to ignore; the thought of him fucking you, breeding you, even. Your heat hadn’t even started, but once you had gotten a taste last night, it was all you could think about.
Building a nest out in the wilderness would be impossible. No blankets, no pillows; just a fur bedroll and praying you could control yourself; an action that you knew would be futile in the end.
Instead, you found yourself staring at not Varin, but at his priest robes, this time neatly folded beside him. They looked so soft, your body desperate to inhale more of their smell.
Rational thought was a fantasy by now, your body yearning to feel full, yearning to be bred. You slowly pulled yourself from the bedroll.
I need to borrow them. Just for a moment.
With all the energy you could muster, you snatched the folded robes, holding them close to your chest and burying your face into the fabric. The scent was intoxicating, like a drink of cold water after spending days in the desert. You didn’t even realize you were essentially humping the air.
Small whimpers escaped your lips; a mating call your nest typically helped you suppress. There, you could bury your face into a pillow, the noises few and far between, and pleasure yourself until it passed. Here, the noises seemed constant, growing louder, your body wanting nothing more than to awake the alpha beside you, and invite him to ravage your body.
His robes unfolded, and you bit them, tasting his scent on your tongue as you grinded against the fabric. Your cries were quickly turning into howls, barely muffled by his robes.
“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”
You stopped, and just as before, that damn priest was staring back at you, hard cock in hand, watching.
How did I not notice him wake-up?
“I…” you couldn’t formulate a response, your eyes fixated on the knot at the base of his cock. “You can smell me?”
I need it.
“No, but it’s fairly obvious,” he laughed. “I feel like I should be upset,” he said, slowly pumping his cock back and forth. “Being sent out with an omega in heat. That’s certainly irresponsible, isn’t it?“
You didn’t care anymore, continuing to grind against his robes, the fabric soft against your cock. You nodded your head, but only let out a moan.
“It’s a good thing I can’t smell you. Much easier to practice restraint like this,” he smiled, moving out of his bed roll and kneeling over you, his cock hard and heavy.
Please please please fuck me.
He refrained from touching you. “I could come next to you. Do what we did last night. Or, I could just stay right here, and watch.”
You moved faster, staring at the tip of his cock. “…watch?” You barely managed to get the word out.
“Of course. What, did you think I’d be mad? After last night?”
You bit your lip, stifling another moan before you spoke. “…maybe.”
He smiled, leaning closer, his lips inches from yours as he let out another soft laugh. “No. No, I’m not mad. Why would I be mad to see a cute omega fucking my clothes? With that desperate little look on your face?Almost looks like you want something.”
You did. You finally pulled away from his robes, lying flat on your back and spreading your legs. Your cock stood straight up, your eager, soaked pussy fully on display.
“It is tempting,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You could feel slick drip from your pussy to your asshole, you were already soaked. “But…I’m not sure if that’s a risk you’re willing to take.”
It’d be stupid to let him knot you.
But it was stupid to kiss him, stupid to feel his cock against yours, stupid to lay here like an idiot with your legs spread.
“Just…just stop before the knot,” you sputtered, as if you were admitting defeat. “Just don’t knot me.”
“But you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded, “yes.”
He rested a hand on your knee. “Tell me. What do you want me to do to you?”
You couldn’t help yourself, unable to stand going untouched any longer as you furiously started to stroke your cock. “Please fuck me. Please.”
He grinned, “if you insist.”
He slowly pushed his cock inside you, and immediately you tightened against him. Your body knew what to do, what it wanted, what it needed.
You could feel every inch, eventually feeling the base of his knot push against your lips.
More, more, more…you thought. When was the last time you had been knotted? Feeling it so close, smelling it; it was impossible to resist.
Yet he obeyed your request, starting to move back and forth. With each thrust you felt his knot brush against your lips, its presence taunting you.
You listened to him moan, “Gods, you’re tight.” He leaned down, pulling you closer to kiss you. His tongue brushed against yours as he increased his pace. With each thrust, his cock seemed to slide in faster, easier; maybe, just maybe if you were lucky, he’d lose control.
I want it.
The idea was riveting, despite knowing better. The thought only brought you closer to ecstasy, watching sweat form at his brow as he plowed into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping him tighter and tighter, feeling yourself getting close.
You felt his knot once more, and could hold back no longer, cumming all over his cock.
Despite how tightly you gripped him, he pulled out of you, his knot still relatively untouched. He watched as you writhed underneath him, body shaking from your orgasm, your pussy gaped open.
You closed your eyes several times, almost feeling like you’d pass out from pleasure.
“Feel better?” He asked, petting your head.
“I don’t know…” you mumbled, your mind an incoherent mess, drunk on lust. “I…wait, did…”
He was still hard, a pleased expression on his face as he looked down at you. It was as if he was content to just watch you squirm.
“You didn’t cum, that’s not fair,” you rasped.
“I’ll be alright,” he kissed the top of your forehead, the encounter almost feeling romantic.
You let out a groan, “that’s not fair, I…”
Well, I suppose he can knot me somewhere else.
You pulled your legs back, fully exposing yourself to him as you ran your finger over your asshole, the skin around it sensitive and wet with slick. “Knot me here.”
He paused, genuinely surprised as he looked you up and down. “…You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“No,” you couldn’t help yourself, teasing yourself with the tip of your finger. “I’m just…considerate, that’s all.”
He grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away and replacing it with his own. He first pushed two fingers inside your pussy, slick covering it effortlessly. Then, he slide the tip of one finger slowly into your asshole.
“Look at you, all relaxed,” he praised.
You felt his finger move deeper, approaching your prostate. “You…you could fuck me right now, I bet,” you mumbled between breaths, wanting nothing more than for him to split you apart.
“I could. But I’m not going to.” He continued to finger you, now leaning down and taking your cock into his mouth.
You gasped, grabbing his hair as you felt his tongue swirl around the tip, his mouth moving back and forth as he began to tease another finger. If he kept this up, you just might cum again.
He pushed another finger inside, your body shaking as he brushed against your prostate. He moved faster, sucking your cock diligently as you stretched out against his fingers; with how horny you were, preparing you was an easy task.
I’m going to cry, I can’t handle this.
You started to whimper, moans blending into each other. He finally pulled away, rubbing the head of his cock against your asshole. “Sure you can take it?”
You nodded your head vigorously. “I can, just…please.”
He gripped at your thighs, pulling you closer as you felt each inch of him push inside you. He slowly began to thrust back and forth, giving you time to adjust. You breathed heavily, managing to stay relaxed as he the knot approached your asshole.
“Still alright?”
“Yes!” You were almost annoyed. “Yes, just fuck me already!”
And so he did, gradually increasing his pace. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.
There was no reason for him to, pounding into your asshole with little abandon, each thrust better than the last.
“Fuck…” he grunted, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the forest, the soft breeze a welcome reprieve from the intense warmth inside you. His fingernails dug into your skin, and you wrapped his arms around his neck once more.
Another thrust, this one harder than the other, and you felt your hole stretch against his knot. You let out a whimper, but Gods, did you want it.
“Still…still want me to knot you?” He asked between breaths.
“I can take it, do it!” You begged, the pleasure so overwhelming you feared you might really pass out.
He thrust once more, pushing the knot deep inside you. You moaned and squirmed, your voice nothing more than a collection of raspy whimpers.
You could feel him cum inside you, watching as he tossed his head back with pleasure. Yet he still didn’t neglect you, rubbing your cock as he bred your ass.
The feeling of him playing with you, the feeling of warm cum filling you up, it was too much. For the second time, you came, your body entirely at his mercy.
You both stared at each other, watching as his shoulders rose and fell.
“We…we should get cleaned up,” he mumbled, lying down beside you and looking just as exhausted as you were.
“We should, but…” you looked up at the sky, watching the stars above. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit .”
And so you stayed there, laying beside him and mindlessly watching the stars. Eventually, you’d work up the will to stand, get cleaned up, and head to bed. A long day awaited you, after all.
Yet for now, there was no reason to rush.
The double feature anatomy looks like it’ll win the poll; thank you everyone for voting! I love omegaverse, but I also am like. I don’t know, if we’re gonna have mpreg, I like to think it through, and I was willing to do the cloaca bit, but the people have spoken.
Also a g spot AND a prostate? The kind of greed you only see in the bible. Does that work anatomically? Idk. Maybe. Sure. Why not. Fuck it.
But yeah, I have plans!! Plot plans and smut plans!! Reader is gonna kill people and be bouncin on it hell yeaaaaaaaa
Anyway I also found making polls helps me feel more validated with writing and keeps me excited cause I like knowing people’s thoughts so
Note: just a smutty situation I wrote while trying to get back into writing lol
MDNI
Part 2
Dominic Callahan was a man of God. At least, that’s what he liked to tell himself. He dedicated his life to religion and now, at 35, he was a priest. That doesn’t mean he didn’t have friends. Father Callahan had all sorts of acquaintances and that is how he met Y/N. He first saw her at a get together, dressed in all black and very beautiful. Although he quickly pushed that thought from his head. He was a man of God after all, he could not have himself think such things. How she looked didn’t matter. The night went on, and as conversations go, it comes out Y/N is an atheist.
Dominic’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But he was calm, composed, smiling. He wanted to help her. He wanted her to find salvation as he did too. He tried to open the subject.
What he did not expect was Y/N to be so versed in this. She was not an atheist for the giggles. She was an atheist because she read it all and it sounded like bull crap.
“God loves you so much, come back to Him” he tried when all his other arguments failed.
“If he loves me so much why did he create hell? Just in case I don’t love him back?” she snorted at him.
***
Later that night he was praying for her. “Please Lord. Please help her. She doesn’t understand you. Be so kind to her as you were to me”. Father Callahan was on his knees, praying to something that even he, in the depths of his heart, questioned at times.
***
Over the next weeks, Dominic kept inviting Y/N to get coffee together. He knew that if he were to invite her to church, she would’ve refused. So he settled. At least that’s what he told himself. It was just coffee. Just him trying to save a soul.
He didn’t expect her to come with a highlighted bible. And questions. Questions about morality, about the sheer favoritism of God, jokes about “oh, so genocide is ok if god does it?”. He tried to answer the best he could, but there were no good answers. He heard it too, all his life “you just have to have faith”. So what happens when you don’t have faith? Because Y/N had none. She wanted answers. And he could not provide them. Which angered him.
***
Their next meeting happened after she was the one that asked him out. She claimed she had some more questions.
“I was reading this part in the bible and I don’t understand. Let’s go for a walk while you ramble?” her texts read on his screen.
Of course he accepted, coated wanting to see her in this nobility of soul salvation.
***
They met in the park behind his church. Y/N specifically had questions about Lot’s story. Dominic thought it would be about morality, but no.
“So does god hate kink? Like there are probably buildings more depraved than that city, so why doesn’t he turn everything to salt?”
Dominic blinked. Once. Twice.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked.
She just snorted “relax Father Conflicted. Don’t tell me you never thought about these things”. She laughed.
“This conversation is over” he stood, walked away. But she could see how flustered he was, which only made her smirk to herself.
***
Later that night he prayed again. But his prayers here rooted in anger this time. Anger at her attitude towards faith and worse… anger at how she made him feel.
“Lord, please” he started “she mocks you. Please help her and please… please help me”. But this time there was no answer. It made him wonder if there were truly ever any answers. No, he shut that thought quickly. He continued “please, please Lord” but he could feel it. The tightness in his pants. Dominic started grinding his teeth. When he got in bed, he rolled on his stomach and screamed in his pillow. Because he was not thinking about faith, he was thinking about Y/N. Her voice, her eyes, her lips, her face, her hair.
He didn’t want to do it. He knew he shouldn’t. He was biting his pillow.
“Forgive me Lord” he said, but his hand dipped lower. He unbuttoned his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. Dominic sucked in the moan, and started stroking so slow, almost as if he was punishing himself. Like maybe if he did it slow, it wasn’t actually happening. But before he knew it, he picked up the pace, moaning and drooling on his pillow. His cock was drenched in precum and all he could think about was Y/N. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, wondering how it would feel to have Y/N lips around it. He hated himself for every depraved thought he had, but he couldn’t stop.
“Fuck.. f-fuck.. ahh~” he was biting the pillow now. He was crying in his pillow too, from the guilt, shame, stimulation, the thought of her under him and worst of all, how he didn’t want to stop. After a few more pathetic strokes, he came all over his fingers.
“You’re disgusting” he said to himself while his own cum was sticking to his fingers. He said that, but couldn’t help but wonder how that same cum would look like on Y/N’s lips.
And then, just like divine punishment, his phone buzzed. A message from her. A silly meme of a T-Rex boarding Noah’s Arc.
He stared at the screen and didn’t answer, couldn’t. What could he even say?
“That’s not very nice of you, also I came thinking about you?” No, that was pathetic. He felt pathetic. So he didn’t answer. He just laid in his bed, chest heaving, cum drying on his fingers. And then he got hard again, and started stroking himself again.
