Dani

Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

the bathroom door clicks open just as you're tilting your head back under the spray, eyes closed, steam curling around you in thick, warm clouds.

you don't hear him at first, not over the white noise of water hitting tile, but you feel the shift in the air, the momentary chill as the door opens and closes again.

"baby?" his voice cuts through the haze, soft and questioning.

you peel your eyes open, wiping water from your lashes, and there he is. jake. still in his practice clothes, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, gym bag dropped somewhere in the bedroom beyond.

he looks exhausted, shoulders curved inward, but his eyes light up when he sees you behind the frosted glass of the shower door.

"you're home," you say, smiling despite yourself. "i thought you'd be later."

"ended early," he mumbles, already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscle underneath, skin glistening with the day's effort "hyungs let me go first."

he steps out of his shorts and underwear in one motion, and you watch because you always watch, because he never fails to make your breath catch.

the shower door slides open, cool air rushing in before his body replaces it, all heat and solid presence.

"missed you," he murmurs, crowding you against the tile, hands finding your waist with the kind of familiarity that comes from months of mapping each other's bodies.

"you saw me this morning," you laugh, but your hands are already sliding up his chest, tracing the lines of his collarbones, the hollow of his throat.

"still missed you," he insists, nose brushing your jaw, lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear "always miss you when i'm not touching you."

the water rains down between you, hot and insistent, and you can feel him hardening against your stomach already, all that coiled tension from practice redirecting itself into something hungrier. but jake has always been patient. jake has always been the type to take his time.

"let me wash you," he says, reaching for the body wash, and you nod because you know what this is.

this is him unwinding. this is him settling back into his skin, into the version of himself that belongs only to you.

he works the soap between his palms until it foams, then spreads it across your shoulders, down your arms, his touch firm but unhurried.

he worships your collarbones, the dip between your breasts, the curve of your waist. every touch says you're mine, you're mine, you're mine.

"turn around," he says, voice dropping lower, and you obey, pressing your palms flat against the tile, letting the water cascade down your spine.

he starts at your neck, thumbs working circles into the tension there, then drifts lower.

his soapy hands glide over your shoulder blades, your ribs, the small of your back. he takes his time with your ass, kneading, spreading, making you squirm against him.

"stay still," he whispers, and there's that tone. the one that makes your stomach flip. "let me take care of you."

"yes," you breathe, forehead resting against the cool tile.

his hands slide between your legs from behind, soapy and slick, and he doesn't rush.

he washes you there too, thorough and intimate, fingers sliding through your folds with casual possession.

you gasp when he brushes your clit, hips jerking involuntarily.

"easy," he soothes, other hand steadying your hip. "i've got you."

he rinses you off then, hands cupping water to pour over your skin, watching the soap spiral down the drain. but he doesn't stop touching you.

his fingers stay between your legs, exploring now, circling your entrance with teasing pressure.

"jake," you whine, pushing back against his hand.

"what, baby?" he sounds amused, lips at your ear. "what do you want?"

"you know what i want."

"mm," he hums, pressing a single finger inside you, curling it just enough to make your knees weak. "i think i do. but i want to hear you say it."

"please," you manage, head falling back against his shoulder. "want you inside me."

"not yet," he says, and withdraws his finger, making you whimper at the loss. "want to play first."

he turns you around then, back against the tile, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. he reaches up, adjusting the showerhead, and you realize what he's doing when he detaches it from the holder.

"trust me?" he asks, holding the handheld showerhead like a weapon.

"always," you say, and you mean it.

he starts at your feet, the water pressure dialed to a firm, pulsing stream. he moves it up your calves, your knees, the insides of your thighs.

the sensation is intense, almost too much, a constant drumming pressure that makes your muscles twitch.

"higher," he commands, and you spread your legs wider without thinking, giving him access.

the water hits your pussy and you cry out, hips bucking. it's different from fingers or a tongue, relentless and mechanical, spreading you open with hydraulic force.

jake watches your face, watches your mouth fall open, your eyes roll back.

"look at you," he murmurs, voice thick "taking it so well. such a good girl for me."

the praise sends heat spiraling through you, and you nod frantically, chasing the sensation.

he moves the stream in small circles, focusing the pressure on your clit, and it's overwhelming, too intense, but you don't want him to stop.

"please," you're babbling, hands gripping his shoulders for support. "jake, please, it's too much, please don't stop."

"never," he promises, leaning in to capture your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and desperation.

"want to watch you come apart like this. want to feel you shaking."

he adjusts the angle, and suddenly the water is hitting that perfect spot, rhythmic and unyielding, and you're climbing fast, so fast, your nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks.

"that's it," he encourages, free hand cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple "let go, baby. i've got you. come for me, y/n. be my good girl and come."

the words push you over, and you shatter against him, crying out his name as your orgasm crashes through you, thighs trembling, vision going white at the edges.

he keeps the water there through it, drawing it out until you're sobbing, oversensitive, pushing at his chest.

"okay, okay," he soothes, turning the pressure down, discarding the showerhead to wrap his arms around you "you did so well. so perfect. feel good?"

"yeah," you gasp, clinging to him, still shaking "yeah, feel good."

he kisses your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose "want more?"

"want you," you say, looking up at him through heavy lashes "want you inside me. please, jake."

he groans, pressing his forehead to yours "fuck, the way you beg for me. kills me every time."

he lifts you then, hands under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his waist, back against the tile.

the position spreads you open for him, and you can feel him hard and hot against your entrance, still sensitive from your orgasm.

"ready?" he asks, always checking, always caring even when he's trembling with need.

"yes, yes, please," you chant, and he sinks into you in one slow, perfect thrust.

you both moan, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. he fills you completely, stretching you in that way that burns so perfectly, and he stays there for a moment, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing hard.

"you feel incredible," he whispers "so warm. so tight. fuck, baby, you were made for me."

"move," you plead, rolling your hips against him "please, jake, need you to move."

he pulls out slowly, almost all the way, then slams back in, making you cry out.

he sets a rhythm that's deep and deliberate, each thrust angled to hit that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

the water is still running, cooler now, cascading over both of you as he fucks you against the wall. his hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise, and you hope they do, hope you carry the marks of his fingers for days.

"touch yourself," he commands, voice rough "want to feel you squeeze me when you come again."

you reach between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and the dual sensation of him inside you and your own touch has you climbing fast again, impossibly soon.

"good girl," he praises, watching your hand move "that's it. keep touching yourself. want you to come on my cock, y/n. want to feel you milking me."

his words are filthy and perfect, and you feel yourself tightening around him, the pressure building low in your stomach.

"jake," you warn, voice high and broken.

"come with me," he says, pace faltering, losing his rhythm as he gets close "come with me, baby. let's go together."

he thrusts harder, deeper, hitting that spot with precision, and you shatter, orgasm ripping through you with violent intensity.

you clamp down on him, and he groans your name, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you, hot and pulsing.

he keeps you pinned there for long moments, both of you shaking, breathing hard, the water washing away the sweat and evidence of what you've done.

he kisses you then, soft and reverent, all the desperation gentled into something tender.

"love you," he whispers against your lips. "love you so much."

"love you too," you say, smiling despite the exhaustion in your bones.

he lowers you carefully, making sure you're steady on your feet before he reaches for the soap again. this time it's just cleaning, gentle and thorough, washing away the day, washing away the intensity until you're both just skin and warmth and easy affection.

he turns off the water and wraps you in a towel, drying your hair with the kind of care that makes your heart ache.

he carries you to bed after, still damp, and curls around you, nose buried in your neck.

"sleep," he murmurs. "i'll be here when you wake up."

you close your eyes, safe in his arms, and let the sound of his breathing lull you under.

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“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”

the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?

where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.

brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.

“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”

a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”

his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.

“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”

a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”

every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.

“jake.”

jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.

once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.

he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.

the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.

“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.

at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?

you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?

sunday. the holiest day of the week.

more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.

you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.

before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.

your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?

“no sleep?”

your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.

“what?”

“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”

if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.

“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”

he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.

god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.

“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”

“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”

a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”

you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.

“i dream,” you blurt out.

“dream.” he echoes.

you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.

“what about?”

“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”

the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.

“i’m sorry, i have to go.”

pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.

you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.

there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.

you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?

nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.

you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.

the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.

“what are you doing?

you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.

your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.

“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”

slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.

your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.

“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”

his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.

nightfall came quicker than expected.

the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.

but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.

no, you felt like your skin was on fire.

droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.

none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.

come on. it echoed in your head.

you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.

this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.

it’ll be nice, i promise.

a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?

so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.

you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.

this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.

he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.

don’t be so hard on yourself now.

you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.

don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.

with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.

i’ll help you, don’t worry.

your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.

just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.

listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.

good, now circle.

you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.

how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.

your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.

what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?

such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.

but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.

explore further down.

unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.

there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.

damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.

fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.

the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.

no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.

that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.

this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.

see, wasn’t that nice?

“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.

sleep well, pretty.

on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.

the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.

the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.

you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?

but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.

oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?

don’t be rude, your father is speaking.

you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.

how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.

it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.

outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?

later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.

“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.

you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.

when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.

of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.

one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.

the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.

you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.

with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.

one last time.

you squeezed your eyes shut.

“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”

“you really think that’ll help you?”

jake. of course he’s here.

you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.

“i act upon my own free will.”

“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”

at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”

this time, you turn your head completely.

“me.”

“yes, you.”

without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.

his hand reached out and you took it.

with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.

your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.

“recite.”

nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.

“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”

his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.

“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.

your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.

“continue.”

he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.

“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.

the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.

“gentleman never tell his secrets.”

you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.

his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.

“next verse, pretty.”

with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.

a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.

“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”

your head falls back in frustration.

“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.

“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”

it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.

jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.

“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.

oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.

but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.

his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.

“more, please.”

your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?

he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.

if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.

“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.

“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.

"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.

you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.

in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.

ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.

he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.

your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.

for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.

a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.

“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.

within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.

the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.

sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.

“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.

“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”

and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.

your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.

without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.

blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.

“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.

“says the vampire,” you shoot back.

he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.

as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.

“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”

the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.

“no, don’t stop. please.”

his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.

“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”

his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.

“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”

you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?

so you only had one word for him.

“please.”

for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.

you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.

his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.

“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.

you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.

“yes.”

he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.

you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.

at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.

as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.

the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.

jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.

“come on, you have to drink mine.”

the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.

his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.

“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”

the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.

as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.

the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.

you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.

both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.

after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.

the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.

he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.