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. . . . . ╰──╮✟ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀs ʜɪᴍ ʜᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ✞╭──╯ . . . . .
. . . . . ╰──╮✟ “ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ʟᴇᴛ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴊɪ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,” ✞╭──╯ . . . . .
. . . . . ╰──╮✟ ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ✞╭──╯ . . . . .
. . . . . ╰──╮✟ "ғ-ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴊɪ! ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ғᴜʟʟ!" ♡ ✞╭──╯ . . . . .
. . . . . ╰──╮✟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ. ✞ ╭──╯ . . . . .
“F/N?”
That voice.
”What’re you doing here so late?”
You turned your head to the familiar pastor, Father Fushiguro. Or Father Toji, as he always preferred. “Father,” you got up and bowed. The clergyman soaked up your figure as you curtsied. “I-I’d like to make a confession, Father Fu— Toji,” you stammered, your face heating up when you were eye to eye with the pastor.
Father Toji tilts his head a little in confusion— What could possibly bother you in this time of the evening? And couldn’t it wait ‘till tomorrow? But of course, Father Toji couldn’t say no.
He could never resist you.
The only reason why he always seemed to control himself when you were around was because there were other people watching. Now that you two were alone, what would he do?
“Of course, F/N. Anything for you,” He means it. He really does. “Come, let’s go to the confessional,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder as he led you to the narrow space. You might think of it as nothing more but a polite gesture, but the pastor just wanted to be as close to you as possible.
Now in the confessing booth, the outside noise was evidently watered down to just the both of your breathings. It was awkward, to say the least. You took a deep breath and your fists were clenched on your lap.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has— It has been a month since my last confession. Um… These are my sins,”
Pause. You could feel your heart pounding. Could Father Toji hear it?
”I’ve been thinking of lustful thoughts about a man, Father,” Father Toji immediately clenched his jaw. His breathing stopped for a little while. “Tell me what these lustful thoughts are, F/N,” Father Toji spoke softly. “W-Well,” your voice was hushed and tiny. “I-I’m thinking of this man, a-and I feel… Hot,” Father Toji swallowed nervously. “Whenever I see him… I can’t help but think how good it must feel to be touched by him,” you paused.
Fuck his vows. Fuck his abstinence. He can’t help it. He was witnessing his innocent baby feeling horny for the first time. His cock twitched in his pants, and he slowly rubs the forming bulge. Father Toji stifles back a moan that wanted to escape his lips. "Touched where, little one?" Father Toji asked, his voice almost breathy. "M-My, well- My intimate parts,"
Oh fuck. Father Toji bit on his lip. "Which parts? 'Ya gotta be clear so I can cleanse you properly, F/N," he almost growled, You feel your cheeks heat up. "M-My pussy, Father Toji," you confess, bowing your head in shame. "Do you touch your pussy when you think of him?" The pastor was the opposite: Father Toji has no shame. "Yes, Father," you huffed. "Have you met him?" He kept stroking himself. "Yes, Father." you couldn't help but feel incredibly hot. Your cunny ached at the thought of him on the altar, his voice booming in the speakers, how he looked with and without his robes... You whine.
"Who is this man, F/N?"
“It’s—” Followed by a long silence. You were hesitating. And then—
"It's you, Father Toji."
The pastor was too stunned to speak.
Was this real? Was he dreaming? “F-Father Toji?” You called out. “I-I’m sorry, Father,” you whispered. “No, F/N, don’t be.” Father Toji feels himself grinning. “The Lord made us with these… Carnal desires, for a reason.” He spoke. “Why should we deny them?” Father Toji knows he shouldn’t be encouraging you, but he wanted you for so fucking long. You were silent. “Your sins will be forgiven, F/N, like they always are,” Father Toji spoke. “But your lustful thoughts will need a different way of cleansing,”
From there on out, Father Toji has damned himself, and he doesn’t regret a thing.
“Let us leave the confessional booth and repent somewhere… Private, shall we?”
Was this really the way of repenting?
With the pastor’s thick fingers mercilessly ramming in your pretty pussy?
You were in the pastor’s private chambers, somewhere in the secluded parts of the church. Father Toji had your wrists bound together with his tippet— the same one you’ve seen him wear when he holds a homily for the neighbourhood, and a long rosary around your neck. You whined against your panties that were stuffed in your mouth, and Father Toji’s fingers stretched out your cunny in ways that you couldn’t even dream of. Reached deep parts of you that made your stomach feel the butterflies you deserved. With another curl of his fingers, you let out a garbled moan, eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head.
“There you go… Take your priest’s fingers,” Father Toji looked up at your face as he ruined your cute little cunt. “Such a bad, bad girl. Fantasizing about your priest? Touching you here?” Father Toji pulled out his fingers a little too fast, and your hips shook as your pussy clenched on nothing. Father Toji delivers a slap on your cunt, and you whimpered against your panties. Father Toji spreads your wobbly legs open, and he watches your tiny cunt glisten with your slick juices, and you haven’t even cummed for him yet.
You squirmed and tried to ask him what he was doing— his face being a few inches away from your wet pussy. You could feel his breath on your clit, and Father Toji doesn’t even bother to ask for your permission as he started to lick that pussy. The first taste of you has him hooked. He can’t help but touch himself as he ate your stupid virgin pussy out, his nose right against your clit and his tongue making sure to lap up every bit of you. The same hands that blessed people and flipped the pages of the Bible were the same hands that you yearned and craved for were all over your body. You know that this was forbidden. You know that priests were bound by the vows of celibacy, but you loved it. You loved the way Father Toji made you repent. If it was a pastor trying to help you be better, then this must be a good thing, right?
Right?
The same mouth that spread God’s messages and wisdom was the same mouth that was devouring your pussy. Father Toji was so fucking starved. God forgive him for the things he wants to do to you. You were so innocent and so… Naive. You were his. With a cunt so fucking good and delicious as yours, he can’t let others have what he has. He just has to make you addicted to him. To the point where you’ll always want him, always look for him.
Always crave for him.
His eyes pondered up to yours, who looked down at him with furrowed brows. You’ve never felt such pleasure before. “Mmmm,” Father Toji closes his eyes to suck on your clit, and you arch your back, trying to stifle your moans. Father Toji told you to keep it down, or else the cleansing wouldn’t work. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you? You bit down on your panties tight, chest heaving as you succumbed to Father Toji’s merciless tongue.
Father Toji hasn’t even started yet. He slips one of his sacred fingers in your tight cunt again, and your stupid cunt was gushing for him already. The pastor’s free hand goes down to rub his clothed cock vigorously, wanting to cum with you. If only the other church members weren’t around— maybe he would’ve let you scream (and cream) for him all you want. His tongue doesn’t stop, trying to drag out your high as much as he can whilst rubbing his cock. Your muffled sobs were enough to send him spilling cum all over his pants, moaning against your pussy as he toyed with your slick hole with his tongue.
The pastor pulls away, retracting his finger from your sensitive cunt. He had his eyes on you, checking on your face for signs of discomfort. None so far. “You did so well, little one,” Father Toji got up, crawling to you and reaching for your makeshift gag, your soaked underwear with evident bitemarks on them. “F-Father,” you whined, and Father Toji shushes you with his fingers slipping in your mouth, the same fingers that were just in your cunt. “These are your sins,” Of course they’re not. He just wanted to see you sucking pathetically on his fingers until they were clean from your “sins”.
Soon, the pastor was pulling away to untie his now wrinkled tippet, and the second your arms were free, they were wrapping around his neck. Father Toji stares at your lips. He knows he shouldn’t, but you were his, so what could go wrong? He leans down and kisses you, a gentle kiss turning to a passionate makeout session. It was so painfully obvious that you hadn’t kissed someone before, with how slow your lips were to catch up to him— but Father Toji loves it. He loves you so much. He pulls away with a smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
And that was the beginning of his damnation. Father Toji was never the same.
He fucked his fist every night, thinking of you. He didn’t wash his pillowcase because your scent was there. He moaned your name quietly every night, fantasizing of fucking and ruining your pussy. Every temptation that crept in his mind, he immediately gave in to, with the thought of you. He missed you so terribly; and he wished that you would confess to him once again. He knew you were busy with your schooling, as you’ve discussed with him plenty of times after Sunday mass, and he just couldn’t wait for Sunday. Not because he’d hold his usual homily, no, but because you would be there, listening to him so eagerly, and especially with the fact that he knows that you touch yourself thinking about him. He spills his thick load all over his cum-covered fist for the third time, hips bucking in overstimulation. He moans and cries out for you.
Soon, Sunday arrives. His mass was starting, and believers and non-believers alike were coming in, trying to find seats, some just standing by the church’s doors. His eyes scan the crowd, trying to look for your pretty face. And there you were, in the middle row, sitting obediently for him.
The mass starts, and he delivers it perfectly, just like he always does. Father Toji is so good at what he does, even if it was repetitive. A long prayer, sing a few gospel songs— and then it was time to give out the Sacramental bread. Father Toji almost forgot about it. He swallowed nervously when you stood in front of him, eagerly waiting for the bland wafer. “Body— Body of Christ,” he held out the hostia.
“Amen ,”
Father Toji offers the bread, and you obediently take it in your mouth, your lips touching his fingertips, and Father Toji almost froze. Did you do it on purpose? It didn’t seem like it. You walked away without looking back.
Good lord, you were gonna drive him crazy.
Throughout the last bit of the mass, his cock was fucking hard, his pants underneath barely covering up his hard-on. Thank God for these thick robes. A few attendees approached him, and who was Father Toji to turn them away? But he sees you on one of the chairs, scrolling through your phone as you waited patiently for the attendees to leave. A figure looms over you, and you look up at the familiar pastor. “Father Toji!” You chirped so enthusiastically, getting up to give him a la bise.[*] “Wonderful mass,” you smiled. “Thank you very much for attending, F/N,” he says, returning the smiles. You tuck your phone away in your bag, averting your gaze to anywhere but him.
”D-Do you take confessions today?”
Oh?
”Of course, little one. Come on,”
—
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since I last confessed, yet here I am, sinning again,”
Father Toji feels his breath hitch a little. “Ever since y-you cleansed me of my sins last week…” you feel your cheeks flush at the memory. “The lust keeps coming back. It won’t go away, and I… I-I tried to cleanse myself the way you did,” you say. Father Toji grins again. “Did it work, little one?” He’d ask. “N-No, Father,” you say, dejected. “Oh, my precious girl,” Father Toji can’t touch himself with these layers of clothing, but he’ll have you take care of him.
”What were you thinking of?” Father Toji asks, and you only whined, pressing your thighs together. “How you made me repent, Father Toji,” you say. “Hmm? Make it clear, F/N. I don’t quite understand,” Of course he understood. “W-With your mouth and fingers on my pussy, Father Toji,” “Good girl,” he says. “I-I also called out for you,” Father Toji wants to cum. His cock was pressing so painfully against his slacks, and he hated (not really.) it. “You… Called out for me?” Father Toji repeats, and he sees you nod on the other side. “Good, that’s good. You should come to me when you’re having thoughts like these. Father Toji is here to help you,” “Thank you, Father Toji,” you say nervously.
“Shall we cleanse you of your sins, F/N?”
Now, you were back in Father Toji’s private chambers, the same tippet bounding your wrists together, and the same rosary dangling around your neck. Instead of being on the clergyman’s bed and on your back, you were on the cold floor, staying still on your knees. You were naked, body exposed to the priest, who was standing right in front of you, his cassock reduced to nothing but pants with the matching colour of his cassock. “You shouldn’t use the Lord’s messenger’s name in vain, F/N,” Father Toji purred as he stroked your face.
“I-I’m sorry, Father Toji,” you say. “You better be,” Father Toji starts undoing his belt, letting it clang on the floor. “W-Will I be forgiven, Father?” You asked in concern as you watched him take off his pants and underwear. “Of course, little one.” Was his only response as he pulled out his veiny, fat cock, letting it loom over your face. He was blessed both in thickness and in length.
(To Father Toji’s cock be the glory.)
“This is what filthy sinners like you get,” Father Toji scowled as he grabbed your hair, making you whimper. “I-I’m sorry, Father!” Father Toji slaps the tip of his cock against your lips. “Open your filthy mouth. Let Father Toji cleanse you,” You hadn’t done this before, but you were willing to, especially if it meant being forgiven of the sins you’ve done. Father Toji almost cries out at the feeling of your warm mouth, and he hissed when your teeth grazed his skin. “Fuck— shit,” he swore, holding back the urge to moan loud. You looked up at him with your innocent doe eyes, obviously confused, but mouth was too occupied for you to express. “Open— Open your mouth a little wider, little one,” you hummed, and Father Toji groaned. He feels you open your mouth a little more— despite feeling tension on your jaw, but you were a good girl. You wanted to be a good girl.
”Good… Good girl, just like that,”
Father Toji slowly pushed his cock in your throat, and he wasn’t even halfway in when you gagged, tears stinging those gorgeous eyes of yours as you coughed. You whined and squirmed, but Father Toji held your head in place. “Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Father Toji cooed, stroking your hair. You trusted him. If Father Toji says it’s okay, it’s okay. You nodded, and Father Toji continues to force his cock in your sinful throat. You coughed, clenching your fists as you teared up. He was so fucking thick.
By the time Father Toji had bottomed out in your throat, Father Toji had a tight grip on your hair, not wanting you to pull away. His fat dick was bulging out from your throat, and you were already crying from feeling your throat reflex too much. The sensation of you gagging alone was enough to drive him to an orgasm, but he can’t have that yet. Your nose tickled against his unkempt dark hair, and you could smell his musk mixed with the scent of his body wash. “Fucking hell,” Father Toji mouth was agape, trying to regain his composure.
Without more words, Father Toji starts facefucking you, your throat making these foreign sounds that you’ve never heard of before. Your spit starts to drip from the side of your mouth, coating his thickness down to Father Toji’s big breeder balls. Every time he pushed his cock back in, you'd feel it slap lewdly against your chin. You only whined as Father Toji kept snapping his hips. "Yeah... Just like that," Father Toji growled, liking how you looked beneath him. His breathy moans made you feel tingles down your spine to your cunt, and you adored the sight of your priest just like this. You didn't know why you liked it. You know you just did.
"So sorry, little one," Father Toji grabbed both sides of your head, and he can't help but pound your throat. You kept gagging and gagging, but he never stopped. Father Toji threw his head back, succumbing to the pleasure his baby girl gave him. He’s yearned for this for so fucking long. He wants to ruin every hole you have. “Fuckfuuuck— you’re doing so good,” Father Toji kept ramming your slutty throat with his fat cock. You could feel every vein, every bump on his shaft, and it filled your throat up so good. You moaned, feeling your cunt twitch. "Who knew pretty F/N was such a s-sinner, hmm?” Father Toji lets out an amused chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby. Father Toji will cleanse that dirty, dirty mouth of yours,” Father Toji growled, giving you slow but harsh thrusts. You’d moan every time you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.
“Father Toji knows best,”
Father Toji knows best.
The words echoed in your head. He did, he really did. You wanted to be good for him, to make Father Toji proud. This wasn’t sinning if it was with him, right? Of course it wasn’t. Father Toji had his eyes on you, plowing your throat again and again. He yanks your hair, pulling you away from his cock and letting it rest on your face. Spit smeared on your face, and you were gasping for air, his heavy balls pressing against your tongue comfortably.
“Oh, fuck… You’re so beautiful,” Father Toji held the base of his cock, slapping it against your cheek lightly. “Open that filthy mouth and stick your tongue out,” Father Toji demanded, and you oblige, lolling your tongue out. Father Toji starts to slap his cock against your tongue, his tip flicking against your wet muscle. “Such a good girl,” Father Toji growled, pushing your head down to lick his balls. "Suck on 'em, baby. Run your tongue all over it," You didn't know what you were doing, but you oblige anyways, dragging your tongue sloppily all over his balls. The priest seemed to enjoy it. "Oh, God," he cried. "Put it in your mouth," Father Toji caressed your hair. You were such a good girl for him. "Please," Father Toji whimpered, orgasm just around the corner.
“Yeah, that’s good baby, you’re doing so good,” Father Toji groaned, pushing your head forward so you wouldn’t pull away. You groaned, and the vibrations only sent Toji growling. “Mmmm, good, good. You’re gonna get cleansed soon enough,” Father Toji laughed, grinding his balls against your tongue. It was so filthy, he loved it. He pries you away from balls as gently as he could, holding back the urge to manhandle you. (He's gonna have to train you first, of course.) "Open," he slapped his tip against your mouth, and you gladly part your lips for him.
He slips his cock back in your mouth, and this time not showing mercy. He fucked your throat like there was no tomorrow. You shut your eyes, holding on to his wrists. You can't breathe— it was hard to breathe through your nose. "Fuck, h-haah—!" Father Toji grit his teeth. "God, gonna cum. 'mma cum in your mouth, baby," Father Toji whined, the way you were scratching on his wrists just made it all the more enjoyable. In the midst of his harsh pounding, Father Toji spills his cum deep in your throat. But he doesn't stop moving. He doesn't want to. Despite the overstimulation, the sensitivity, he keeps fucking your naive little mouth. He keeps cumming. He can't stop cumming. Not when his baby was being such a good girl and taking every bit of him. "Shitshit—!" Father Toji rolled his eyes. "Feels good, baby," he moaned loudly. He shouldn't, especially with the risk of Father Satoru or Father Geto roaming around the halls of the church, but they weren't as pure as they seemed to be anyways.
You could feel your eyes threaten to close, but you kept it open. Father Toji liked it when you looked at him, right? Father Toji, who was fucking his cum back in your mouth. Strings of his thick semen dripped from the sides of your mouth, coating your chin and his shaft altogether, and you were a mess. He starts to slow down, finally watering down on his climax as he pulls his cock out of your messy mouth. Your lipstick was visible around the base of his cock, and Father Toji feels his cock twitch when he imagines your lipstick marks on his testicles.
Father Toji hums, looking at your ruined face. Your makeup was all smeared, and your hair was soaked with your own spit. He holds your cheek, and you nuzzle into his touch. You knew what to do when you feel his thumb graze on your puffy lips, parting them. He was glad to see you swallowed down most of his cum. He reaches down to undo your restraints, and the second your arms were free, Father Toji grabs you and pulled you in for a kiss. He doesn't care if your face was covered by your spit. Kissing you made him so... Intoxicated. He just wants nobody else, but you.
You returned the kiss eagerly, and Father Toji groaned against your lips. He grabs your waist, lifting you up, and you had no choice but to cling on to the clergyman, your body pressed against his. You never realized that Father Toji was fucking jacked. You could feel his pecs against your tits. He brings you to his bed, and much to his surprise, you pull him back in for a kiss, which he gladly returns. He holds your hand, kissing you with such passion and enthusiasm. You only whined, and Father Toji pulls away. "You like kissing me, baby?" Father Toji asks, and you nod.
"Good. Kiss me again,"
Who knew Father Toji was such a sucker for kissing?
He pulls away once more, and you pout. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, okay?” He muttered, but you shake your head. “No?” Father Toji caresses your hair. “Why?” Father Toji hummed. He did not expect the answer he got from you.
“I-I wanna have sex, Father Toji,”
Oh, fuck.
“With… With me?”
You nod eagerly. Father Toji’s lips curl to a sick smile, thinking of all the things he’d do to you. He’ll fucking ruin you.
“Such a bad little sinner. Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to make you a good girl,”
His good girl, that is.
For an hour or so, Father Toji spent his minutes devouring that cute little virgin pussy of yours, fingers grazing on that sensitive spot in you and making you cum again and again. He didn’t bother to gag you again. After all, the kids were in another clergy’s care, and he's sure Father Suguru and Father Satoru’s enjoying themselves in the room next door.
“Gonna— Gonna cum again, please!” You arched your back as Father Toji sucked on your poor, sensitive clit. Father Toji hummed as his response, fingers moving in sync with his mouth. “Father—! Pleasepleaseplease—!” You screamed as you gushed all over Father Toji’s already soaked face. He hums, moaning when he tastes you again. Fuck, if he could eat you out all day, he would. But his cock was aching, pre-cum dripping from the crown of his horny dick. Lapping up the last bit of your slutty juices, he pulls away, your cum glistening on his cheek.
He hovers over you, hands holding your thighs. “I’ve waited so long to have you,” Father Toji purred, teasing the tip of his cock right against your aching cunny. You could say the same. It was you and him you always imagined when you watched those sinful videos on Twitter, imagining how good your holy priest would fuck you into oblivion, mark you as his.
“‘m all yours, Father,” you wrapped your arms around him, and Father Toji raises your legs, resting them on his shoulder. “Say it again,”
”’m all yours!”
Yeah, because no one’s ever gonna fuck you as good as Father Toji. No one’s gonna make you cum so fucking hard like Father Toji. Most importantly, no one’s else is Father Toji.
Father Toji who’s bullying his cock in your virgin cunt, and no matter how long he’s prepped you, your poor pussy still struggled to take him. “Oh God,” he cried out, gritting his teeth as he slowly splits your pretty cunt open. “Father—! It hurts— hurts!” Your legs shook, and Toji growled. He’ll make sure you can take it next time. But since it’s your first, he’ll be kind. He grabs the bottle of lube from his nightstand, the soft plastic thudding against the holy beads of the rosary and the thick leather of the Bible.
“Shh, shh. It’s gonna be okay, baby,”
You feel something cold on your sensitive pussy, and you let out a soft squeak, and your hips buck when you feel Toji rub the lube all over your sexes, making obscene, wet squelching. You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs when Toji slips in with ease, and Toji groaned as he stuffed you full, bottoming out in your not-so-virgin cunt anymore.
He knows he said he’ll be nicer to you— but he can’t help it. Not giving you time to adjust, he starts pounding that tight cunt, leaving you breathless and a whimpering mess. “Oh, F/N,” Toji looks down at his beautiful girl, teary-eyed and a drooling nothing because of his cock. “Father—!” the title makes Toji groan, keeping on wrecking that cunt as he snapped his hips harshly. “Fuck—! You feel so fucking good,” Toji moaned, and you only responded with a bunch of incoherent nothings. His cock was balls deep in your pussy, as it should be, and this was confirmation that God was real because fuck, your pussy was heavenly. Your pussy felt so, so much better than he imagined.
You were about to close your eyes, when Toji grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me when I’m fucking you like this,” he growled. This wasn’t the oh so caring Father Toji, no. This was the feral, pussydrunk Toji. Toji who was currently impaling his fat fucking dick in your cunt. Toji who was currently shoving his thumb in your mouth as he railed you on his bed. “Tojjiii, please,” you blabbered pathetically against his thumb. “Say please fuck me harder, Toji,” Toji demanded, his thrusts fueled with such power and lust.
”Please fuck me harder, Toji!’
Forcing your legs up, he pins your knees against your chest, folding you in half. You felt him deeper in your pretty pussy, and you sobbed, uncontrollably cumming. “Already?” It stroked Toji’s ego as he started to fuck you. Everytime he’d bury his cock to the hilt, your juices would come spurting out, and you whimpered, helplessly crying and cumming against Toji’s fat cock, and he can’t help but jackhammer your cunt more. Your expressions were everything.
“Hhn— Toji..! My pussy…!”
“Y-Yeah, what about it baby?”
Toji sees your eyes— where you were looking at. Your poor pussy being split open by the priest. Your poor pussy struggling to take his length, but Toji makes it work. Father Toji knows best after all. “Father Toji—! I-I’m so full!” You cried, hot tears dripping down your cheeks, along with your spit. “Yeah… that’s all me,” Toji fucks into you like a frenzy bunny in a rut. “Harder, Father Toji!”
You were so broken— a dumb fucking mess for the pastor. Toji complies as best as he can, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix everytime he’d sheathe his cock deep in that cunny. His pace was brutalizing— your ass pressing against the mattress with every pounding your pussy could take. The clergyman locks you in a mating press, and you can’t help but cry and hold on to him for dear life.
His cock was already such a creamy mess, and his balls slapped against your other hole as his hips kept snapping forward. You couldn’t even respond to his taunts anymore; too fucked out to respond. You can’t think of anything but how good he was stretching your pussy open and how good Toji’s cock feels. His name falls on your lips, and Toji lets out a loud moan.
“Gonna cum. Gonna fucking breed your pussy,”
Breed?
You whined against him, your cunt clenching around his cock at the thought of being filled and bred by Father Toji. “Yeah? You love that? Wanna become my breeding bitch?” Toji’s tongue is so foul, but you don’t care. You’re too mindless to care. “YEsyesyes!” You agreed. Whatever Toji wanted, you want it too. You’re his good girl. His good little breeding bitch.
“Say ‘breed me, Father Toji.’ Fucking say it!”
Toji picks up his pace, pounding away at your abused pussy. “Breed- haaah—! Breed me, Father Toji! WAnna be bred!” You cried, feeling another orgasm coming in. How could you not feel it when Toji was ramming into you so fucking fast and so fucking hard? Your dumb cunt was leaking with your juices, staining the bed, but that’s a problem for future Toji.
“Good fucking bitch,”
Toji kisses you as he pummeled his cock desperately in your dumb cunt, and you kiss him back. With a few more merciless thrusts, your stupid cunt cums again. You shudder, your legs shaking vigorously. You were feeling so dizzy from how good the orgasm was, eyes rolled back and mouth agape. “Toji… Toji… Too- too m…uch,” you’d try to whine, but Toji doesn’t care.
all he wants is to fucking breed you, to make your cunt leak of his semen. His eyes trail down to your creamy pussy, watching you gush again n again for him. “Jus-Just a littl more, baby, please,” Toji’s so fucking pussydrunk, he can’t think straight. All he knows is to fuck and breed your cunt. Fuck, the way your cunt still gripped on to his fat cock… The way his balls obscenely smacked against your soaked asshole, the way you moaned, you.
God save him, because he wasn’t as hell turning back to his celibacy. No fucking way.
”Toji—!” You were sensitive. Fuck, oversensitive would be a better term. “shh, almost- almost there, baby,” Toji only groaned and let out these noises, too focused on breeding you. You feel like you’re gonna pass out, especially when Toji harshly plunges his cock in your tight little pussy again n again, before spilling his thick, holy seed deep in your cunt. “Oh fuck! Oooh— shit. F/N,” he whined, grabbing your face to kiss you. Look at you, being bred by the priest in the local church. His hips can’t stop moving, sloppily fucking his orgasm out and feeling his cum spill all over your cunny. You felt so fucking full, so broken, but not like you could think long enough. You only kiss him back, moaning against his lips.
As his orgasm dies down, he pulls away, cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away. “F/N?” He called out, looking at your eyes, then your lips. “Mm,” you responded, looking at him. Toji doesn’t say anything, only keeping himself tucked at your pussy, plugging most of his cum in you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting your legs down. You winced a little, still feeling him inside you, but it wasn’t anything you can’t handle. Toji makes himself comfortable beside you, grabbing a blanket and tucking you in. He wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his chest as his cock was still buried deep. It must’ve been a tiring session, because not even a minute in, you were already falling asleep. “You did so good, baby,” Toji praised, and you’d only reply with a sleepy hum. “I love you,” he whispered, but you’ve already fallen asleep.
“And you love me too,”
Toji kisses your temple, caressing your body and inhaling your scent. He wants to stay like this, forever. All for himself and no one else’s. He kisses your temple again, then your neck, then shoulder. You only shift a little. You were having the best sleep of your goddamn life. Toji felt like home after all.
He was falling asleep as well, but he finds himself waking up in the dead of night, his cock still in you and painfully hard.
Your pussy was still wet, so surely you wouldn’t mind if he fucked you again, right?
fin.