Matz Brain Rot.

the confessional rattled with every movement; the small space felt like the wood was melting with your skin. hot and static, the air could snap from the tension.

you came to the church to speak with father jeong about the flower arrangements for the upcoming village wedding, which was always the rage every month, and your biggest profit week. arranged marriages were common, and there seemed to be one every few weeks. you always accommodated the flowers like the sweet girl you were. you had never gotten so lucky in the marriage mart, even though you are still somewhat "freshly bloomed" at a ripe twenty years.

it was raining, awfully so. it was rather late when you decided to stop by the church, but you had been out at the time, purchasing some more seeds at the market when the sky opened up.

and to be frank, the church was much shorter of a walk in comparison to home. so, soaked to the bone with your clothes sticking to you like cobwebs, you made yourself at home.

the cathedral doors shut behind you, heavy and rumbling, fading in with the angry thunder that roared beyond them. the air was stagnant, and it was so quiet you could hear the flickering of the candle flames below the altarpiece.

he heard the doors from his office, the familiar thud distinguishable from the thunder to him.

he was in no hurry, walking leisurely to the front of the church, and by the time he opened the door to the nave, you had already made your pretty little way up the altar steps, curiously poking your nose by the confessional.

“can i help you?” he bellowed. he didn’t really, but the echo in the room nearly sent your skin sliding off your neck.

you squeaked embarrassingly enough, whipping your body around speedily and meeting his low-set gaze in a panic. Tall, dark, a secret third thing.

“i’m sorry, father!” you bowed your head respectfully. “i hope i didn’t startle you. i wanted to ask more about the flowers you requested for the wedding arrangement. if you don’t… mind?”

you hadn’t thought you were rambling, but maybe you were. you tend not to mind yourself. father jeong seemed rather distracted.

his gaze was trained low, pupils branding holes onto your thighs. your sheer linen dress dripped with rainwater and clung to the soft, bare skin beneath. the beautiful color seeping through the wet window, the candlelight catching the shape of you.

god, he couldn’t look away.

you had no clue what was going on with him or what he was thinking. the uncertainty in your voice made something in his blood shift.

“—ther?”

sound reentered his world. yunho blinked once, twice. he slowly dragged his eyes up your body, taking his sweet, selfish time until his eyes locked with your confused ones.

“yes?” he smiled, tilting his head like a dog that’s gotten caught digging a hole under the fence. his voice was much lower now, carrying with it a warm feeling in your stomach that screamed at you to… offer something.

“the arrangements?” you question softly, your voice meek. you take a small step back, and your shoulder brushes the confessional.

his eyes move like lasers to where you grazed the wood, and you see something in his head click. and like a switch flipped in his mind, he straightened and offered his hand to you politely.

“of course we can talk!” he replied loftily, and you slowly reached out your hand. his, cold and large, slid up your wrist and pulled you closer before enveloping your hand when he had you a foot away.

“i would love nothing more than to discuss it with you.” his cadence slipped, and his thumb stroked ever so lightly over the top of your knuckles.

discussing became teasing, then persuasion, and you weren’t sure what to call the last thing, but if there was a word for it, you’re sure to have forgotten it by now.

you remembered the word “please.”

“sin” was a hard one to forget. “father,” and “forgive” were top contenders you reached for the most.

every now and then you’d let a little “god” slip, and yunho would waste no time in digging his nails into your scalp where his fist was buried in your frizzy hair, seething behind his teeth with a venomous groan as he shoves his cock so far up into you it it makes your nails drag hard enough against the splintery, fragrant wood you nails split and your fingertips began to bleed.

“to me.” his command falls from his mouth angrily, enveloped in a low moan. “talk to me. beg me for forgiveness, baby. i’m the only one who’ll be willing to give it to you.”

he had you chanting it like a mantra, legs spread, feet planted on the floor. your damp and cold dress bunched at your hips, your soft legs shaking in pleasure.

the fingers of his right hand curled deep into your hair, his other hand cupped around the front of your throat, pulling you back into a beautiful arch.

the confessional door was locked tight, trapping the heat of the moment and the desperate pleas inside. you could feel the zipper of yunho’s pants scraping against your bare skin each time he filled you up again.

powerful, deep strokes, slow and intentional, he unraveled your body in that confession. you had drool and tears all over the valley of your breast where he ripped open your bodice in a scary kind of hunger.

your collarbones and neck littered in pretty dark marks, footpaths left in the wake of his mouth. he had no mercy.

your moans poured out into the empty nave, your sad voice bouncing off the red velvet pews and against glass-stained walls.

his pretty pink tip repeatedly caught against that ridge deep in your cunt that made you feel like he was trying to pull you apart from the inside out. the veins that ran up his length grazed your walls as they tried to suck his dick back in each time his thrusts retreated.

his growls made your eyes roll, each thrust of his cock purposeful and long, leaving no spot untouched. his hand on your throat pulled a little more, craning your head back a little more until you could see his face.

the flimsy white collared shirt he was wearing was half unbuttoned, giving you a beautiful view of the top of his stomach where his body rolled with each drag in your pussy. it shot your sensitivity up tenfold.

“o-oh mmf-my god-“

yunho cleared his throat loudly and bottomed out, keeping still as he slowly rotated his hips to circle his tip over that spot so perfect it made you almost smile in bliss.

his nails in your scalp slowly retreated, letting your head fall forward and limp against the wooden wall with a thud. you choked and sputtered, and yunho bit his tongue trying to restrain himself when your pussy spasmed around him.

“listen, and listen well, sweetheart.” he leaned his head down and pressed such a soft, sleepy kiss against your neck, trailing it down your shoulder. his free hand played with the fluffy sleeve of your dress, ghosting up your arm and up the side of your neck.

“god is not here.” he whispers in a cold, yet soft tone. “it’s you, and me.”

you were swimming in his voice, lost in the baritone waves of it, you hardly noticed the hand trailing up your arm had cupped over the other he had on your throat, and only when he pulled your head back with the strength of both of his arms by your fragile little neck, did it register with you that there might be chance you would not make it out of here on working legs tonight.

he leaned down and pressed his lips flat against your ear, and his hips began to move again. loud, heavy slaps began to fill your ears as yunho wasted no time and fucking you just the way he believed you deserved. not such an angelic little flower girl anymore.

“so do us a big, bigggg favor, sweetheart, and tell father yunho how good you feel. convince me to forgive you, and i might let you cum.”

with every thrust, he changed the angle until he found the best one to pound your g-spot into oblivion, so his balls would smack against your slippery clit with every stroke.

your moans broke and choked, your voice faint and breathy from the hold his hands levered on your throat. it bobbed against his palm, and it made his dick twitch inside of you.

“beg me.” he bites, sinking his teeth into your earlobe.

you spit the words out around a shaky moan. “forgive me!”

“again.” he pulled your head back further, his voice teetering on something dangerously possessive.

“f-forgive me!”

“prettier.” he knew how to make you sound prettier. he let up the grip on your neck just long enough to let him bite your jaw and shove his dick into your stomach in one long thrust.

“forgive me!” your voice was clearer, whinier, and he had forced such a pretty moan out of you, he needed this to over so he could get some more sounds out of you with some experimenting.

“that’s it, baby.” he groans, picking up his pace earnestly. “keep it up, run that throat raw for me.”

with every thrust, you whimpered helpless cries for forgiveness, the evidence of your bliss wracking each syllable. yunho gnawed on his bottom lip, his grin teasing and lusty as he watched your ass bounce off him.

your words blended, and your syllables slurred the more and more he chipped at parts of your brain. the filling drags of his cock inside of you, forcing your calves to lock up.

yunho pulls your neck up until your back is flat against his chest, your head hanging back over his shoulder, your eyes glued to the ceiling of the confessional.

one hand remained cupped over your throat, the other slid up under your dress until his huge hand palmed flat over your lower stomach, keeping your torso up and leaving a warm pressure on your belly, forcing you further back on his dick.

you groan loudly as he begins to fuck you hard and steadily, smiling against your heated ears.

“c’mon, baby, you wanna cum? let’s cum, yeah?” he teases you with a playful lilt in his voice. “begged so pretty for me, i almost think you deserve it.”

you nodded at nothing in particular, blind to the way endless slick rivered down your inner thighs at the thought of yunho letting you cum.

he never even confirmed what color roses he wanted for the wedding. it seems you both got somewhat distracted.

your orgasm was blinding, but enough that yunho could feel your breathing halt from the inside out. he praised you with a deep laugh and a sharp thrust.

“that’s right, baby, cum all over it. i’m gonna make you get on your knees and lick up your mess off that expensive velvet you’ve ruined with this nasty cunt.”

he drags his hand on your stomach down and lands a slap on your clit, and your body jerks.

your mouth moves before your brain can protest.

“i love you!” you cry, perhaps in that moment, mistaking him for god.

he did not miss a beat, falling back into a slow rhythm of his hips as he fucked you through your orgasm. “aww, you love me, baby? that’s cute.” he lets go of your neck, and you fall forward again, catching yourself on your hands against the wall.

he lands a slap against your ass as he slips his soaked cock out of your warm pussy.

“now go lie on your back out on the aisle floor.” he instructs with a shake in his voice, like he was holding back. like it was taking every fiber of his being not to snatch you up by your throat and fuck you like an animal that knows it’ll be dead by morning.

and like injured prey, you follow obediently, only praying he’ll let you cum again, with a meek and hopeful, “yes, father.”

he rewards your enthusiastic obedience with a gentle, animatic pet under your chin and the softest of smiles.

“now go present yourself for me.”

a desperate moan comes from him. “god, you’re so pathetic.” he buries his face further into your chest, but you can both see the way his ears burn red. “if i called him a little bitch enough times, do you think he’d come?” she asks against the back of your neck.

you cradle his head gently, “hwa, be nice to him.” your long nails scratch along his scalp, “he’s being so good.”

“you’re too nice to him,” she kisses down the side of your neck, “he never has to work for anything. you just give it to him.” her hand sneaks around your front, slipping past the waistband of your underwear, “make him wait a little bit longer.”

her finger slowly circles your clit, and you feel her smile against the back of your neck when you moan softly. yunho’s looking up at you again, but this time he’s not begging. he’s simply waiting. he wants to watch you come. when she sinks a finger in you, knuckle deep, you moan out her name.

it feels so sweet. gentle. the mixed scent of them both. the warmth of their bodies pressed up against yours. seonghwa’s domineering aura. the way you both submit to her. even if it feels like yunho’s under your control, he’s not. you’re both left completely up to her whims. at her mercy. the only difference is that you always come first. and she’s never afraid to punish him when he’s bad.

you come when she tells you to come. her voice soft and warm but never lacking in authority. you unravel around her, shuddering in her arms. yunho whimpers again, painfully hard in his sweatpants. you both notice the wet spot immediately.

you cup it. he’s already hard again. “puppy got a little excited,” you giggle, kissing his forehead.

seonghwa scoffs, “so fucking predictable. i bet we could leave him untouched all day, and he’d still find a way to make a mess.”

a little light goes off in your head, “actually, hwa? can we try something?”