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opened twitter and saw that people are WAITING for cortis to do something racist like saying the n word. you guys are sick in the head. yes, i will defend these boys with my whole heart. they have done nothing and i mean NOTHING wrong. if you defend matt proxy, dni i repeat DNI!! his takes on the industry are right but he cannooottt be talking. that man has made jokes about CP, defended a rapist, edited n4zi uniform on jane removers shirt AND is also racist to asians.

And also on the other hand his masculine structure makes you want to feel him knock the air outta you as he says "shh babydoll, let me take care of you"

☆*⁀‧₊˚ religious theme, corruption kink, subtle religious guilt, forced proximity, innocence kink, dubcon undertone, emotional vulnerability, implied virginity loss, mdni

escaping from the convent while still in your religious habit because you didn't manage to pack your things makes you look like a nun ready to persuade the whole city to repent. it is your first time ever stepping your foot in the city where the sky is replaced with neon fluorescent light and the sounds of birds humming and church bells ringing are substituted with upbeat and energetic songs. the heavy rain, most likely a punishment from god to you for leaving the holy place, soaks you. with a trembling body, you sit with crossed arms in the corner, leaning your body against the concrete.

this city was never made for you. or at least that's what he thought. for the first time ever in his life, he never saw someone in a religious habit sit near the club. realizing you were shaking due to the cold, he walks closer to you.

"what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be at the church or something?"

the unknown man asked. his voice was mixed with the sound of thunder but you could hear him clearly. his look is contrasting with yours. his hair looks steady from the pomade, and his lips are pale pink in an unnatural way. probably faded lipstick from drinking. his collarbone is full of glitter, and so are his eyelids and cheekbones. he has a tie wrapped under his yellow cardigan that pairs with leather pants. and you obviously never see anyone, especially men, wearing such things.

"i ran away."

"huh? from where?"

"the convent, as you can see."

"why?"

"it's a long story."

and that meeting led both of you to chill at his rental room. it was obviously bigger than your previous room in the convent, though it only fit for one person. single bed. a single wardrobe and a vanity and one small bathroom. that previous guy whose name you finally know mentioned that he works as a dancer in the club nearby and is still saving money to afford a better place. and that's when you spilled to him the reason you left the convent. he replied with nothing but just nodded in understanding. he is known as james.

the air is filled with awkwardness. even worse, your soaked clothes started to drip and stain his floor.

"i don't have any clothes that fit you except this tee."

james told you as he hands you his old tee that is twice your size. you were hesitant, but you had no choice. you take the tee and go to the bathroom. you quickly undress and take a quick shower. using the unused and clean towel on the shelf, you dry and wipe yourself. you take the tee james gave and you smell it. he says that was his old tee yet his cologne still sticks on it. maybe, he wore it sometimes. you thought.

you wear the tee. it feels comfortable and refreshing, especially after hours you've been in that habit. the tee fits you just nice except it's a little bit bigger. and you just realized you don't pick anything and you have no undergarments. you doomed.

"just for this one night, and it's okay."

you told yourself. anxiety eats you up automatically the moment you unlock the bathroom door. never in your life have you been in the same room with a man. the bad thoughts conquering your mind make you genuinely want to die. to your surprise, james already standing in front of the door when you unlocked it, causing you to stumble on the sink. he was casually wrapped in a towel.

"i'm sorry. did i scare you?

one of his eyebrow lifts. he was weirded out due to your reaction as if you had just seen a ghost. you shook your head and rushedly left the bathroom. and you sit on the cold floor, back leaning against the wall, trying your best to sleep. james peeks at you before he locks the door. noticing you were on the floor, he told you to sleep on the bed.

"what about you then?"

"i'm going to sleep there too."

"oh."

"don't worry. i won't touch you, god's child."

"—unless you want me to."

a force chuckle escapes from your lips. once he locks the door, you climb on his bed and awkwardly position yourself. the air was chilly and colder than usual, so you don't think the thin blanket is enough to warm you up. this cold weather also makes it hard to fall asleep. knowing you're going to share a bed with james makes it even harder.

james settles up everything before he joins you on the bed. you pretend to sleep with your eye closed but his weight on the bed keeps making you awake. you fidget with your small cross necklace, praying that you can sleep in peace tonight.

"it's too fucking cold. i can't sleep."

james uttered. you want to reply but you refuse to let him know.

"so that's actually my blanket. everything here is mine. so can you let me be in the blanket too?"

you really doomed but you act to your fullest to be cool with it. it takes him less than a second to be in the same blanket with you once you nod your head. the tension is gradually increasing that you feel your heart about to burst.

and james feels the same way too. except he feels worse. the sight of you in his oversized tee, the scent of his old cologne stuck to your skin, and the way he can feel your figure slightly brushed against his chest and thighs makes him go crazy. he feels insane, though he has seen thousands of women almost naked in the club. but nothing comes close to whatever he feels with you now. maybe the thought of you being pure and a child's god leads him to feel that way. the image of you in the habit was vivid in his mind. seeing you in his tee, on his bed, makes him feel dirty.

and he doesn't want you to know that.

with a deep breath, he turns his body and back facing you. the tension and the cold rise at the same time. you can't sleep in this kind of air.

slowly, you face and turn to his body. you carefully tap james's shoulder, causing him to face you. now both of you are so close that you can feel his nose tip slightly brushed against yours. his heart is almost racing to the moon at the sight of your face being so close to him. he swore he would actually pull you and crash your lips against his but he didn't.

"can you hug me? it's beyond cold. i can't sleep."

your words break the silence. you don't know how those words run smoothly from your mouth but you didn't form any single thought after or before you said that. you're desperate for warmth. you're desperate for a place that you can finally call as a safe space.

and you believe, god made you meet him for a reason. he is your new safe space.

without saying anything, james immediately pulled you into his embrace. he hugs you tightly as he runs his fingers in your hair after. you glued your face to his chest. he gently caresses your back. the thought of corrupting you flashes inside of his head when he is just trying to give you the warmth you need. he bites his lower lip, warning himself to stay sane.

but it makes it harder when you're the one who is asking for him to touch you more.

"your touch comforts me. i need more."

he thought you were out of your head until you were the one who reached for his hand and put it on your bare thighs. you never felt such good feelings in the convent before.

"tell me, what else do you need?"

james muttered near your lips. his breath, his lips subtly brushed against yours.

"don't make me run away from you. keep me, and don't call me god's anymore."

your words send blood to james's dick. he didn't even need to think a lot about your offer. his gentle caressing on your thighs turns rough with his fingernails digging into your skin, leading you to hiss a little. his fingers swiftly travel to your core. his thumb plays with your fold before his middle finger finds your clit and rubs it in a circular motion with his thumb next as he slowly thrusts his middle finger inside you. a soft moan escapes from your lips and that's enough for james to leak precum. you're inexperienced, so you just clench on james's singlet, legs shaking and awkwardly spread for james to fit his fingers more inside you.

"oh fuck, you're such a good girl. fuck. you're genuinely a good girl. letting a man like me own you, huh?"

james told as he continued thrusting his fingers. fingers. it was slow but loud enough to echo in your ears. his words sound degrading, but he praised you and called you a good girl, so what does that mean?

MINORS DNI