#gideon gemstone

MDNI 18+

pairing: Gideon Gemstone x Reader

cw: oral (m! receiving), edging, first times, corruption kink (from reader)

a/n: wrote this in the span of 30 minutes.

omg this is not a weak prompt at all bestie. here are my thoughts on that

warnings: smut, p-in-v, no protection mentioned (seriously? Jesus can only do so much guys, wrap it up)

It was far too often that you wound up like this, meeting up in a damp parking lot. Just ten minutes ago, he was telling his parents he was going out for a burger, stuttering out that he wanted to go alone when they tried to send his brothers along.

you are too distracting for Gideon to focus on when Jesse is letting him shadow him so he takes you home and denies you touch until he has well and good practiced delivering his sermon.

pairing: Gideon Gemstone x fem!reader

CW: smut, p-in-v, oral, delayed/denied orgasm, religious overtones, degradation? (no name calling or anything like that), softdom!gideon

word count: 8114

a/n: first time writing since high school and i'm well into my 20’s now, pls be gentle.

Gideon is standing from his position on the stage at the Gemstone Church, attempting to keep his eyes open under the harsh spotlights. His father is delivering the last parts of his sermon in true Jesse style, silly anecdotes wrapped around the word of God that inspires the abundant crowd.

Today, Gideon was on stage with his Father in an attempt for him to start feeling more comfortable while delivering his own sermons.

“Boy you’re up there hootin’ n’ hollerin’ ‘til the cows come home,” Jesse heckled at Gideon’s protests. “Your Daddy has heard from the grapevine that im’a better Preacher than your Grandaddy.” With a pointed look and his classic smirk lights his face.

Gideons mouth opened and closed, searching for any reasons that Jesse wouldn’t find a loophole around. “I-I, I- Uh,” Gideon scratches his neck, “Uh, okay, yeah Dad.”

So here he was, standing on the stage at the Gemstone church, his Father making silly quips next to him.

Unbeknownst to Jesse, Gideon’s attention is completely taken by you. He’s had his moments of chiming in to add small agreements but he finds his words limited due to the growing distraction and tension building in his shoulders. He figures he will chalk it up to nerves and his usual fumbling, to his family. Though Gideon doubts his Dad notices due to his desire to be adored by the churchgoers. His focus on wowing the crowd in front of him, thinking Gideon will learn something with the approach.

You are standing front row, with his Mother and brothers, nodding enthusiastically with a proud smile on your face. The air around you seemed to glow with a warm light that calls to him like a beacon in the night. A real life Angel, Gideon thinks.

Gideon knows you are not exactly religious, per se, you have more of a philosophical view of religion. You like to learn, to observe, and figure things out and you wouldn’t say God isn’t real. In your worldview there are lots of truths to many religions that have led you to believe there is more to it. Although, the inquisitive nature of you longed for understanding Gideon and what impassioned him.

The Gemstone siblings try to poke at you for a reaction as they love to do, “Your son is datin’ a girl that don’t even believe in God, Jesse.” Judy mocked, and you just laughed, a bright and airy laugh. A laugh that said you didn’t care too much to entertain Judy’s jabs, something that riles the Gemstone siblings at times. They love to jab, and you just never take anything they say seriously. It's become a bit of a gag within the Gemstone family, trying to find ways to shake you up.

You catch his eye, and send him a wink and a kiss. One that Gideon knows he does not deserve, God knew the sinister thoughts plaguing his mind as he watched you. Gideon, unfortunately for him, is unaware of what his Father is still continuing on about; he vaguely tunes in to hearing Jesse deliver his last parts of his sermon. He knew he wasn’t going to learn much, he just knew this was important to his dad. So here he was to appease his dad and also the hopes to stop his jabs about Eli as his mentor.

“As I stand here and deliver this message today…” Gideon tunes him out again and promises himself he will take a cold shower and devote himself to a lifetime of giving back to the community. He curses himself for having such sinful thoughts while standing on a church stage. Who knows what would have happened? What if he popped a boner while he is meant to be preaching his love for God's word? Or worse, his dad noticed? He would never hear the end of it. It is pathetic, Gideon realizes, how much he could be distracted at the sight of another person. If His Dad noticed, he would be sure to make him feel like a whipped puppy every chance he got.

“Praise Be to He,” Jesse whips, arms raised to the ceiling.

Gideon watches your mouth move in sync with the crowd, “Praise be.” the crowd chants back.

You rode to lunch with Gideon completely oblivious to the shift in his demeanor and tone. You were in the passenger seat ranting about something that happened prior to worship beginning. There was some drama between one of the ladies that attends Amber’s counseling group that caused some tension with Amber and the member before church this morning.

Gideon thought he was done for while he was up on that stage, he did not believe he could get any more flustered than he was. Boy was he wrong– the mere feeling of your body against his sends a flush of heat up his neck. It reminds Gideon of a thought that crossed his mind far too often to count - you are going to be the death of him. Gideon has learned a lot of restraint in his life but his biological responses to you are totally out of his control. He suppresses a groan and tugs faintly at his collar to relieve the constricting feeling around his throat.

The family is gathered around for their usual Sunday lunch at Jason’s Steakhouse. You are sitting to the right of him, arms brushing together. Gideon is acutely aware of the warmth from your arm pressing against the sleeve of his button up. His eyes dart around the table, wondering if anyone can hear his thoughts and knows he is out of it.

Because, Christ? What you chose to wear today makes him wish that he took you straight home after Church— then, maybe, he could finally think clearly. The fitted brown, fabric button up vest top outlines the swell of your breasts, mid length cream colored skirt adorning the curves of your hips. Gideon’s right hand permanently attaches itself to your thigh, the other firmly grasping the stem of his wine glass. He has convinced himself if he holds onto it hard enough, he will keep a grip on his sanity.

Gideon knows the effort is fruitless and he’s been gone for you since the moment he laid his eyes on you this morning but he figures for his dignity with his family, it's worth a shot to try. He found it difficult to focus on the discussion going on at the table but was able to go unnoticed due to Jesse and Judy’s usual bickering about Jesse not giving Judy enough stage time.

When the food arrived, removing his hand from your thigh proved to be a monumental task. His thumb caresses the fabric covering you and gives your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand. The warmth of your body leaves the palm of his hand cold and yearning to find its home between your thighs.

As lunch came to a close, the family gave their goodbyes in traditional Gemstone fashion - very dramatic and with a flair. Gideon walks you to his car with his hand resting on your lower back. A slight breeze tosses your hair over your shoulders and the sweet smell of your perfume and shampoo washes over him. You turn and smile softly at him as he opens the car door for you, “You look good in the spotlight, seemed a bit flustered baby” you paused, “though your Dad is the King of making people flustered.” you joked as you buckled into your seat. Gideon laughed under his breath and shut the door. As he slid into his seat, he stated with a low voice, “flustered for very different reasons than you are thinkin’ darlin’.”

You looked up at the change in his voice, the arch in your brow softening and jaw slightly agape; and with that, he knew he got his point across. You always made jokes about how you feel you’ve corrupted him and whenever Gideon’s dominant side takes hold, you wonder if he was corrupted all along.

The drive home was filled with palpable tension. There was a time you thought Gideon was so gentle and innocent sexually. Fortunately (and at times, unfortunately) for you, Gideon was no innocent and gentle man in the bedroom, when it came to you- he lost himself in his desire. He admits he has had himself a handful of blowjobs and fingering some women on set when he was in LA; it was his idea of continuing the rebellion against his religious background. He never quite desired for these encounters to go any further, which is partially when Gideon did question if he was bisexual.

Approaching the compound, Gideon was not at all focused on anything but getting his damn hands on you. Jesse and Amber had Granddaddy Roy’s house cleaned up for the two of you to live in, until the house Gideon was building on the compound for you two is complete.

With an almost, eerily calm and calculated demeanor, Gideon silently slid out of the car and opened the door for you. He held his hand out for you to grab and with a gentle but firm tug, he pulled you into his chest. The warm breeze blew over your skin and goosebumps arose under the touch of Gideon’s warm hands pushing your hair away from your face. He looked down with a loving smile, a special one that feels only for the two of you, “you are so pretty baby,” he whispered.

His thumb caressed the side of your face, his other hand found its home in the back of your hair and tugged. And just like that, with a blink and a small gasp, his lips were on yours. You adore everything about Gideon - the soft, plumpness of his lips on yours makes your legs tremble and head feel heavy. Your body melts against his and the feeling of your pliancy in his arms spurs him on further. He presses you up against the passenger door of the car and the hand on your face slides down your body and hooks your right leg around his waist.

When he realizes his need for you has caused him to forgo any common sense, he all but has to unglue himself from you. His breathing is slightly heavier as he looks down at your closed eyes and swollen lips, still parted.

“think we should go inside sweetheart, don’t want to risk my Mama seein’ me disrespect the Lord in broad daylight,” he laughed with a grimace.

Your eyes flutter open and you look up at him, “I guess you’re right, I wouldn’t wanna be shot in the ass by your Mom,” you lightly giggled. Gideon huffed out a laugh and shrugged, “not to say he didn’t deserve that one, I told him not to tell Mama.” And like it was never gone, the restraint he had was back on.

He took your hand and gently pulled you towards the house with the same calculation as before. He opens the door and steps to the side with your hand still in his as he guides you in front of him and into the house.

You walk towards the table centered in the foyer, set your clutch down and turn to face Gideon. Immediately, his hands assumed their previous position in your hair and his lips were moving slowly with yours. The focus and intensity of Gideon’s kiss had you feeling dizzy and light, the world around you feeling far away.

Gideon slightly pulled away, “Couldn’t stay focused up there ‘cause of you, couldn’t take my damn eyes off of you,” he murmured.

You let out a low moan and slid a hand up from its spot on his chest to grip his tie, in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. “God, do you know what you do to me?,” he groaned as a hand scratched down his chest. And you did. Although, if you needed a reminder, the hard outline of his cock through his dress pants is word enough. You hummed, “baby I don’t know if it's a good idea to curse God like that,” with a small smile on your face. Gideon’s lips twitched into a small smile.

He opened his eyes and murmured, “you are an angel.” The light pink hue that bloomed on your cheeks at his adoration made him wonder if this is how God feels with his devout followers.

Gideon slowly took his hands out of your hair and tipped your chin up. His finger traces a slow line across your lower lip, “You are a dream.” he praised, his Southern drawl thickening. You felt breathless, your nerves buzzing with heat at every touch and whisper.

“You had me so distracted, missed some things up there angel” Gideon breathed out, “some real important mentorship tools.” Gideon teased. With a hand still around his tie, you rose up on your tiptoes and whispered close to his ear, “do you wanna know what i was thinkin’ about Sir?.” Gideon groaned and his eyes fell closed. “Kept thinkin’ about how good you would look with your head between my thighs on the stairs of that church stage.” You drawled while leaving a trail of kisses and bites down his neck as you lowered yourself back down to the ground.

You knew poking the bear was a slippery slope when it came to Gideon being this desperate for you, but you also know, it's exactly what he needed. Gideon was a stuntman after all, he enjoys the intensity and adrenaline, and you were no stranger to being on the end of that. The dominant side of Gideon is much more controlled than one might think.

Gideon pulled away, the loss of contact left you feeling cold and wishing you didn’t poke the bear. Well, almost… almost. You knew there was more to come and that was enough to make it worth the punishment.

“Upstairs,” He said with a nod of his head towards the stairs, “be on your knees by the door, clothed.” You blinked at him as his eyes bore back into you. With a small quirk of his brow, you quickly ground yourself and move to scamper up the stairs to the guest room. With your heels still on, you kneel facing the bed with your hands crossed politely in front of you. Head bowed and waiting anxiously beside the bed, you try desperately to stave off the desire for any friction between your legs. This is the one part of Gideon’s religious background displayed in the bedroom; Gideon loves to deny you any sexual pleasure until he deems you deserving of a release.

“it’s our duty to honor our bodies for God, therefore we must not give in to simple pleasures and temptations.” He would tisk with his hands linked in front of him as you knelt beside the bed. The expected position assumed- head bowed and hands politely folded in prayer in front of you.

You inwardly groan as the warm heat radiating from between your thighs burns, giving you a clear sign that you are going to have a difficult time being good. Though it is much harder for your inner people pleaser to not be on your absolute best behavior. You know that will only continue to draw out your punishment- and quite frankly, his cock won’t be inside of you quick enough.

It feels like days before you hear his footsteps slowly ascend the staircase; your nerves feel raw with desire to feel his hands on you. As Gideon enters the room, you keep your head bowed and hands folded in front of you. Gideon stifles a groan seeing you in the innocent position. Well, innocent to the naked eye; he realizes it’s probably fucked up of him to get off at his girlfriend sitting in a prayer position, waiting for something so sinful.

Gideon stops behind you, “you can be such a brat sometimes,” he paused and hummed, “impatient– but you always listen to me real well, don’t you sweet girl?” He moves around you to stand beside you where you can see him. Your warm brown eyes glitter up at him with a red heat on the apples of your cheeks. He breathes out- Gideon realizes he is so far gone.

His blazer had been discarded between the time you arrived home and his current state of undress, tie gone and button up undone. Your thighs press together when your eyes stop at the hair on his chest poking out from his beater and your mouth goes dry. Your eyes slowly meet his eyes and you whimper. The flush up Gideon’s neck and face contrasting the bright blue of his eyes looks like a work of art.

Gideon, all confidence and no awkward fumbling, smirks down at you. He has the audacity to smirk, “what is it sweet girl? What do you need?” You wish you could roll your eyes, but you’re being good this time. You hold in a groan and bite the skin on the inside of your lip knowing he can withstand the bratty attitude knowing he will break you.

“Gideon,” you breathe, “Please.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hands still folded in your lap. You know not to touch just yet, he had more pleasure to deny you, but it doesn’t stop you from leaning your body towards his. We had only just begun, and you knew that, “can’t give in just yet baby you know the rules,” He said simply and walked slowly over to the chair across from the bed.

You bore holes in the back of his head, and your shoulders slumped as he walked away. You suppressed the urge to beg, you knew it would do you no good. Gideon starts discarding more of his clothing - gone is his button up, white tank top gone. Your eyes ping pong with his actions as he continues to disrobe. The belt is the most agonizing, the amount of times he has wrapped that belt around your wrists when he was taking you from behind you might be able to open your own megachurch.

He has a curious look on his face that implies different plans, his gaze fixed on the leather in his hand. He holds the belt buckle and wraps the belt around his hand one time.

Your demeanor is crumbling already but you know how well Gideon rewards good behavior. Your thighs tense and flex as you try to maintain any sense of willpower remaining, the anticipation for what is to come building in your lower belly.

He keeps his pants on and sits down, belt still in hand. He stares at you, all calm and cool demeanor that almost makes you want to laugh. You are fighting to maintain a shred of control and he is looking at you like he is waiting to eat the best meal of his life. The tension thickens as Gideon takes a sip of the water from the side table. He grabbed the water after he sent you upstairs, knowing that you both would need something to drink after.

There is a beat of tension where his piercing blue eyes stare back into yours, daring the usual brattiness to surface. Your determination is slowly turning into desperation- instead your brow arches in challenge and you return your head to its bowed position.

He places his water down on the small side table next to the chair and stands, “What’s say I practice delivering my sermon to you?” Gideon breaks the silence of the room. You make a whining sound and hope it conveys ‘Please fucking do anything at this point.’ When Gideon takes this opportunity to deny you pleasure by practicing his sermons, he is hoping you won’t be able to make it through them. When you can’t last he punishes you by finishing his sermon whispered in your ear with two fingers brushing your cervix. .

You feign frustration but truth be told, it's the hottest thing you have ever experienced. Gideon reaches back out to the side table and grabs the custom Bible you bought for him when he decided to pursue becoming a Pastor. You dig your fingernails into the tops of your hands as he walks back to the chair and falls into it with a slight thud.

Agonizingly slowly, Gideon flips open the Bible to Matthew 26:41 and begins delivering his sermon about temptation. How fitting, Gideon snorts to himself. You sit, hands folded and head bowed, listening attentively to his words. “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak” Gideon pauses and glances up at you, “I sure am willing and weak for you darlin’.” He laughs breathily and continues with his sermon.

The slickness between your thighs continues to pool as the knot in your abdomen begins to tighten with need and anticipation. He is intoxicating to you.

Gideon has the air of a confident Minister when it was just the two of you, he felt powerful. He stands with his Bible in hand and paces a few times before turning to you, continuing with the last parts of his sermon, he approaches you. “As I come to you today, as a humble servant for our God…” He continues to belt out. A snap of the Bible closing startles you out of your Gideon induced stupor.

Bible forgotten and belt in hand, he walks to stand behind you and pulls your hair into a bunch and wraps it around his hand. He pulls the hair taut and gives it a swift tug. A whimper drops from your lips at the contact and slight sting, your head tips back to meet his eyes, “Praise Be to He.” Gideon whispers and drops to his knees behind you. His hands wrap around your shoulders and gently slide down your arms until his chest is pressed to your back and lips brushing your ear. You moan and push your body back against his.

“Gonna try somethin’ new baby,” he hummed, “how's that sound for you sweet girl?” he asked gently.

You let out a frustrated huff, “anything Gid, please, I need you. I’m yours.” Gideon sometimes needed the reminder. The reminder of being his gives him the permission to take care of you the way he knows you need, and God, the way he desperately needs. His green light to take the control he needs, away from you.

“look straight ahead, do not move.” He directed you.

He looks down at the belt wrapped around his hand and unwraps it to hold in both palms. And as if it were a new necklace he was placing on you, he puts the belt around your neck and sweeps your hair to the side. He tightens the belt around your neck to fit just enough that you feel the pressure constrict on your throat but not tight enough that it’s cutting off air. You whimper at the feeling of the cool leather biting against the smoothness of your skin.

Gideon presses slow, gentle bites on your neck and kisses on the leather dawning your throat as his hand snaked around your waist to begin unbuttoning your top from the bottom. The deep V cut of the neck of the shirt leaving Gideon desperate to have his hands and mouth on your perky tits.

“God I cant wait to get you out of this fuckin’ outfit,” he groaned as his fingers worked to get the top off, “been thinking of what you’ve been wearin’ under this all mornin’.” Gideon wasn’t home when you got ready this morning- him and Jesse got to the church early for, in Jesse’s words, “early learnin’s.”

As Gideons fingers approach the buttons close to your breasts, he can’t help but to halt his movements and ghost his fingertips over the slight cleavage peeking out through your top. He denied the touch you were desperate for to continue your torture you are sure. He gets a sick feeling of gratification at the slump in your shoulders. You groaned out with a frustrated huff, “Gideon, seriously, please don’t piss me off right now.” You warned half heartedly.

Gideon just chuckled, “ah, knew this was some silly facade, pretending like you’re such a good girl. When is my spoiled girl ever, not, a brat?” He asked, voice low, lips to your ear. A chill went down your spine at the threat of what he could do with you tonight.

Gideons hands began to grip and paw at your tits. His hands grab two fistfulls of the fabric of your shirt and rips the last few buttons loose. The loose buttons tumble to the rug under your knees, shirt ruined and bra still covering your aching nipples.

He slowly removes himself from your body, rolling his shoulders, and stands beside you. You look up at him as he grabs the remaining length of the belt around your neck. He gives a firm tug, a message to stand. You get up on wobbly legs due to the position you have assumed for the last 40 minutes and face him. Your legs are slightly tingly, both from them falling asleep and the desperation buzzing in your veins.

The skirt you are wearing is still on, your shirt pulled apart and ripped. Wanting to test the boundary, you shrug the rest of the shirt off without waiting for permission. Perky breasts still restricted behind the wine colored lace bra. Gideons cock swells and blood rushes to his head, both of them.

“go ahead,” Gideon says. “I’ll let you have your little moment to be a brat. Won’t give you want you want any faster.” He tisks. He grabs the belt and pulls it a little tighter, you gasp at the lack of air reaching your lungs.

“Come on baby, I know you can be a good girl,” he soothes. “We just gotta break you in a bit tonight.”

He uses the belt as he guides you toward the bench at the end of the bed and sits himself down, “over my knees.” He says, pointedly.

You comply immediately and clamber down to drape yourself over his lap, cheek resting on a pillow. He unclips your bra but makes no move to remove it, his fingers tracing slow lines down your bare back and over the curve of your ass until he reaches the hem of your skirt. His fingers brush the skin on your calf and hike your skirt up over your ass, “look at yourself.” He instructs and nods to the mirror situated in front of the bed.

Gideon groans at the sight of you dawning a pair of cheeky silk panties, wine red to match your bra. His eyes zero in on the cursive G tattooed on the apple of your right cheek, and his mouth dries. His hand ghosts the skin around the tattoo and goosebumps rise in their wake.

“Wh-when did you get this baby?” He stammers. You have plenty of tattoos, which was initially what raised his parents eyebrows at you, but this?

“Got it on Friday Gid,” you cooed and pushed your ass into his hand. You knew how much Gideon likes to feel wanted- needed even. It is a clear sign of ownership for Gideon and it makes his cock throb. Marking yourself permanently with his initial felt fitting, and you are praying to a God you’re not sure exists that it’ll put you out of your misery quicker.

Gideon swallowed and caressed the skin on your ass. His right hand finds a home in your hair- his left hand raises and places two swift, heavy smacks on your left cheek. Your body jerks and you cry out, eyes slamming closed.

“could almost say you were settin’ me up for this, how sinful.” He almost moans. You open your eyes and lock eyes with him in the mirror. His eyes pin yours and his eyebrow quirks up, “keep your eyes on me.”

His hand soothes the bloom of a red hand print, and roughly pulls your panties to the side. His thumb is hooked into the fabric of your panties to keep them to the side. Your backside pushing desperately into the air to find his hand in an attempt to get him to finally give you one touch where you need him the most.

You watch him laugh a little at your desperation and the hand in your hair gives a tug. He untangles the hand in your hair and with a pointer finger he traces down your neck, your spine and switches hands.

Fingers tracing the plump of your cheeks and back of your thighs. His hand slowly ghosts over the slickness of your folds, the wetness gathered on his hands makes him suck in a breath.

When you feel a sudden forceful intrusion of one finger in between your folds, your body pushes forward into the bench below you. The moan you let out sounds cross between a whimper and sigh of relief.

“Oh, yes, please, finally,” you cried and pushed back onto his hand.

And as soon as it was there, it was gone. “What did I say angel?”

You quickly opened your eyes to meet his in the mirror, hand hovering over your ass. His fingers glint in the light with the evidence of your need for him.

His eyes glint with smugness, and hums, “pretty new panties for my pretty girl,” He grins and lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks, “guess that lunch did not satiate my appetite.”. Your thighs press together and you feel the slickness between your thighs, releasing yet another whimper that feels dangerously close to a sob.

The taste of your sweet slickness sticks to his tongue and makes Gideon thirsty for more. His strength is dissolving and he knows he can’t keep the teasing up for long.

He pulls your panties down to your ankles, right hand smacking the back of your thigh lightly, “open up, let me take care of you.” Your thighs fall open on command. “That’s my girl.” He coos.

His hand back in your hair, the other finds your sensitive nub. He gives you a few slow circles and places one finger, then two and starts pumping steadily into you. His senses feel heightened; hyper aware of the whimpers and mewls pouring out of you and the warmth and softness of your plush walls.

He is staring down at your pussy weeping down his ring and middle fingers, “oh look at you.” He says with awe. “My girl has been so good for me today, you look heaven sent.”

His fingers quicken in his pace and his eyes bounce to meet yours, struggling to stay open, in the mirror. Your mouth is hung open, the deep red lip stain on your lips finally smeared from sweat and pressing your face into the pillow under your cheek.

His cock throbs in his pants and he’s so ready to be deep inside of you, feeling every part of you. His fingers twist and curl inside you. You feel a small knot building in your lower belly and your hips jerk and grind down onto his hand. Gideon is mostly a giving man, but sometimes he likes to be selfish, this being one of those moments he hesitantly retracts his fingers to halt any pleasure that was cresting.

You groan out and stare at him in the mirror, “gotta earn it baby.” And gives you a sharp smack on your clit. You whine out and glare at him, bottom lip pouting out.

Gideon loves this part- there’s a certain point at which your resolve and determination breaks and you become needy and whiny. It’s the moment he knows you’re going to be boneless and lovingly doting on him all afternoon, even more so than usual. You are very independent, which Gideon adores about you, he just takes great pleasure in you looking to him to take care of you.

Gideon coos at you, “is my girl getting needy?” He asks, the hand in your hair untangled and caressing your head. He grabs the length of the belt and turns it around your neck for it to be behind you. He tightens the belt around your neck and cuts off the circulation for.. one beat… two beats.. a gasp.. and then it’s loosened. He didn’t pull it tight enough that you’re choking, just tight enough your head floats and your lungs burn.

He uses the belt and turns your face into the pillow, grabs the length and pulls for you to get up. “Up now baby,” On shaky legs you stand and Gideon stands beside you and tugs at the front of the bra still unclipped and hanging loosely on your chest and tosses it to the floor.

His eyes drop to your chest, his hand reaches out and pulls a nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and rolls the sensitive bud. Your lips part and you let out a shaky breath– his eyes snapping to meet yours.

“stand at the corner of the bed and face it” He directs.

You walk to face the corner of the bed, skirt bunched at your hips and wait for Gideon.

He walks to the closet and grabs another one of his belts and walks back to you. He stands chest against your back and wraps the belt around your wrist and secures it to one of the posters on the four bed frame. Ensuring it is tight enough to keep you steady, his hands ghost up your arms and slide down the length of the belt at your neck, “bend forward darlin’.”

He takes a couple steps back for you to get comfortable, the belt slides down the bar with some resistance as you assume the position. Your legs are spread apart and your heels are still on. His hands grip your hips and slide up your waist and grab a handful of your breast.

He removes his hands and behind you, starts to unbutton his pants. He watches your legs tremble and hurries to step out of his pants. He fully disrobes himself and gets on his knees behind you and uses his thumbs to spread your lips apart, “Praise Be.” He praises at the sight. The glistening of your folds, your plush thick thighs flexing, and arms pulled taut beckons him forward and he feverishly licks a stripe between your folds. One thumb pressing back into your wet hole and slowly pumping in and out as his tongue works at your sensitive clit. Your nails are digging into the wood of the poster bar of the bed.

He groans, removes his thumb and mouth, and stands behind you. “think you’ve done enough pretty girl, you’ve been such a good girl baby.” Arms and shoulders slightly strain at the tension. He wraps his hand around your hips, gives himself two pumps for relief and lines himself up. “We all deserve salvation,” he whispers. And then he slowly, too slowly for your liking, pushes himself into you.

Your hands grasp at nothing due to being wrapped around the bar, and you moan out. Your shoulders slump with relief at the feeling of him being inside you. Gideon is definitely a typical man in many ways, not liking condoms is one. Mostly it’s because he loves the plushness of your walls against his sensitive nerves. The other reason is he just loves filling you up.

You never complain though, the intimacy of the rawness makes you feel alive and more connected to him. He stays still inside of you for a moment, letting himself feel all of you, eyes glued to where he’s fully connected to you.

“Angel,” he moaned, high and breathy, “you were made for me.” He feels high on you.

Your hips jerk involuntarily against him as he stands still behind you. He’s quickly jerked out of his stupor at the friction your hips caused, urging him to grip the belt around your neck.

He looks down once more still in place behind you, hoping he can burn this sight into his brain. Bent at the hips, wrists tied to the poster board bed and head straight up staring at the poster board in front of you with his belt wrapped around your neck.

The other hand finds a bunch of the back of your skirt, pulls out slowly and then slams back in. He gives a few more harsh slams, one hand still gripping the belt. Your head bobbles back and forth making half hearted moans and chokes when he almost pulls himself out of you, belt pulled taut choking off the sounds.

“Gideon,” you choke out. The words to follow dying on your tongue when you feel the tip of his cock brush your cervix. You feel way too full to think clearly and your body ignites, muscles in your arms burning from the tension and exhaustion.

The fiery sensations flooding through your body seem to be on a crash course straight to the knot building your lower belly. Gideon knows you’re getting close, he can feel the slight pulsing and flexing of your walls around him.

“I am so sorry darling’, so sorry.” He repeats like he’s repenting his sins, “I promise I’ll take care of you, im sorry baby.”

In your blissed out, near orgasm state, you are confused as to why he’s apologizing so profusely. it’s quickly answered when you’re left feeling empty and cold.

Gideon pulls out of you with ease, hands unraveled from the belt and skirt. Your head slumps forward, neck burning from the position. This time a choked out sob leaves your throat at the frustration of being denied again and partially due to the level of desperation you have hit. He moves to remove the belt around your wrist and seats himself back onto the bench.

Your body feels weak and you can tell you’re wrecked. Your skirt is loose around your hips from the grip Gideon had on it and your hair is sticking to your face and the back of your neck. Gideon wants more, he wants to see the mascara running down your face and spit dripping down your chin.

Sitting naked on the bench, pink cock standing hard and wet he looks up at you. Your mouth waters looking at his cock, “Gid, can I please, please, suck your cock?” You beg him, voice floaty and eyes teary.

Gideons face is fucked out already, his hair is a mess, the rose of his face and his lips are a deeper shade of pink. He’s got red bites scattered on his neck, a beautiful compliment to the litter of freckles on his face.

Pupils blown and eyes glistening, he motions for you to kneel in front of him, permission to finally touch him. You haven’t touched him once and you’re dying to get your hands on him.

You kneel in front of him and look up at him, eyes dark with need. You tilt your head, knowing to fulling await permission.

Gideon rewards good behavior. We all deserve salvation, after all.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he coos, “mine.”

You eagerly reach a hand out and grip his length in your hand. You feel the stickiness clinging to him and use the lubrication to create a comfortable friction to give him a few pumps.

He groans and looks down at you, the enthusiasm you express whenever you give him a handy or blowjob drives him fuckin’ crazy. There’s a slight smile on your face, eyes dark, half lidded and locked completely on his cock. You look drunk on his cock and he knows he has you where he wants you.

You move forward to lick a strip on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein to the nerves on the underside of the tip. Tracing small lines on the tight bundle of nerves, you stick your tongue out and give his cock a heavy slap to your tongue.

Whenever he groans or bucks his hips, your advances are further spurred on. A dark chuckle drops from your mouth, and in the context they’re in, it makes his cock feel like it’ll explode.

You look intent on sucking his cock dry and sending him straight to heaven. It makes him debate, giving you control. He definitely will not, but he does genuinely give it a thought.

“Baby, baby, please,” he groans, “let me feel your mouth.”

If you weren’t feeling so needy, you might have been more bratty and edged him for a bit. He loves that. You decide you’ll save it for later.

You wrap your mouth around the head of his cock and push your tongue to the nerves on his tip. You suction yourself around his tip and trace your tongue in circles.

His hands are in your hair, messily keeping it back for you. His eyes are rolled back and the muscles in his stomach are flexing. The string of profanities leaving his mouth are a stark comparison to the man he was an hour ago, delivering that sermon.

“Fuck, shit, shit, Jesus Christ… holy shit… fuck fuck.. baby please fuck.”

With your cheeks hollowed and mouth suctioned onto Gideons cock, you take him whole. Cock hitting the back of your throat and holding him there.

The moan he lets out is shuddering and his hips buck into your throat. It gags you slightly at the force, coating your mouth with more saliva. You bob your head up and down, stopping to pay attention to the head.

You let go with a pop, a trail of saliva from your mouth and give some attention to his balls. Sucking them slightly into your mouth and pumping him up and down with the other hand. At the tip you give slow twists with your hand and return your mouth to his cock.

Gideon is a mess above you, resolve crumbled. With little to no strength to stop you, he musters enough to grip your hair and tug. Knowing it’s your sign to stop and needing a release desperately, you don’t fight it. You take your mouth off of him and look up at him again, mouth wet and mascara smudged from the tears in your eyes.

How many times has he wished he could burn images of you into his brain? He doesn’t know. The sight of you wrecked like this makes his heart ache. He loves you so much and he genuinely never thought he would have this trust.

“I love you darlin’,” he says low and intimate and presses a kiss to your forehead. Tired eyes look back at each other and his lips find yours. He pulls you to stand with him and picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist.

Gideon sometimes will turn it slow and intimate or it’ll continue on the rough and desperate path. The love swelling in his chest guides his choice this time– slow and intimate.

He walks you two to the bed and he places you on the bed and gestures for you to lie back. You lie back and Gideon crawls up your body, his hands caressing the side of your face with his thumb. He places a kiss on the tip of your nose and his attention turns to your neck.

He’s leaving slower kisses, more intimate. Ones that make your skin burn in a blush- face adorned with a small bashful and sleepy smile.

One of his hands sneaks down and tweaks your nipple on its way down to gripping your thigh in his hand. He slips a finger between your folds and lines himself back up with you and pushes in.

Your legs lock behind his hips and your hands tangled in his hair. Gideon is propped on his elbows beside your head, one hand gently cradling your cheek. His mesmerizing blue eyes stare, dark and fiery, back into yours.

The glittering in your eyes, Gideon identifies as love and adoration makes his heart beat faster. Pure and devout love and affection that you hold for him. He puts his forehead against yours and hums.

“I love you my girl,” he whispers

“I love you Gid. So much.” You emphasize.

His eyes flutter close and he starts to thrust into you again. These thrusts are slow, deep, and hard- it feels intense and all encompassing. The room is filled with the sounds of your sins.

Your hips roll with his to match his pace and intensity. You can’t think straight and your ears are ringing, your only working sense is your touch– every single nerve ending feels raw and exposed.

The knot in your stomach returns quickly, desperate to finally let go, and this time Gideon isn’t going to deny you what you’ve earned so well, “know you’re almost there” he teases. “Let go of yourself for me angel.”

And you do– an explosion in your lower belly makes fireworks shoot behind your eyes. Your back arches and neck tenses from the taut position you were in earlier. You’re vaguely aware you are now the one letting out a string of profane language, cursing God and everything holy.

You look back up at him when you finally come back to your body, eyes half lidded and red, and face fucked out. The blissed out look on your face and sleepy smile makes him break. His hips lose their even rhythm and he pushes one hip back a bit further to drive himself deeper into you.

“Need it to fill you deep baby.” he halfheartedly groans out as he buries his head in your neck. His hand on your cheek grips the hair on the side of your head and he feels the searing hot release paint your cervix.

He moans out your name and both of your bodies melt at the release of dopamine. His cock is still inside you as he lowers your legs and himself down on to you. He kisses you, slow and deep and kisses your forehead.

You smile at him lazily and ruffle his hair, “you are devastatingly handsome Gid.” You yawn.

The blush on his face returns, “let’s get cleaned up and have us a nap angel.” You nod in agreement and wonder if you’ll be awake long enough.

He pulls out of you and rolls off the bed. He pads to the bathroom and starts a bubble bath for the two of you. Your body feels like boiled noodles and Gideon feels like he has been away too long.

You sometimes (always) get slightly (very) clingy after sex that intense with Gideon. In the grand scheme, he’s probably been gone for five minutes.

“Ready, baby?” He interrupts your thoughts and you giggle. You reach out to him with one hand and he pulls you into a sitting position onto the edge of the bed.

He smiles a sweet smile, “somethin’ funny or was my girl just worried i left her again?”

And with that, you giggled again. “I know I know, it’s silly I just miss you baby.” You kiss him, “you leave me too long.” Another kiss.

“I’ll never leave you.” He declared, “mean that.” A declaration of forever that breaks the lighthearted air of the room.

You looked up with bleary eyes and smiled gently, “okay baby,” you affirmed, “I’ll be holding you to it.”

He let out a breathy laugh and guided you to the bathroom. You curl up with Gideon in the hot water and let him massage your sore neck, “hope that nothin’ hurts baby, let me take care of you.”

You hum, “I feel so good Gid.” You let out a sigh and lean your head back on his shoulder. His deft hands kneaded the tense muscles in your shoulder and your head lolled to the side for more access.

Your hands are on his thighs in the water, right hand rubbing gentle circles on the inner knee, “did you miss anything too critical today?” You asked suddenly, “know this is important for you baby.” The caring part of you, the one Gideon fell for in the first place, returning to you as your senses came back one by one.

“Darlin’ it’s my Dad, im sure it was nothin’ I couldn’t have figured out myself.” He insisted.

“Besides, there is no better practice than delivering my sermon to my best audience.” And kissed your shoulder.