altar boy sins [3]
summary: mark, a devout pastorโs son finally claims the girl heโs lovedโand obsessed overโin secret. their wedding night marks the fall from grace, as desire, sin, and holy vows intertwine. what begins with a sacred union becomes a descent into lust-fueled obsession, as he vows not just to have herโbut to breed her.
pairing: mark lee x fem!reader
genre: smut, religious corruption, marriage.
warnings: loss of virginity, blood mention, unprotected sex, religious guilt, sacrilege, breeding kink, possessive behavior, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, backshot position, rough sex, manipulation, pregnancy kink, overstimulation, mention of church/mass, power imbalance, non-explicit dubcon undertones.
MDNI ๐
part i - part ii
you always thought that when you finally gave yourself to your husband, it would be under godโs blessingโpure, sacred, a union meant only to bring life and honor to the church. you believed that marriage was a sacred covenant, free from the selfish desires and sinful urges that often clouded menโs hearts. your whole world was built around that faith, the unwavering hope that your union would be a testament to godโs grace.
but everything changed the moment you met mark.
just a few days ago, mark had approached his father with a serious look, speaking quietly but confidently. he told him it was time to settle downโthat he wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. he knew his father adored you, saw you as the perfect traditional wife, the embodiment of devotion and purity. mark said he wanted your fatherโs blessing before taking the next step.
you heard the conversation from across the room, heart pounding. part of you was terrifiedโwhat if this meant everything you had tried to protect would unravel? but another part of you felt a strange warmth, a hope that maybe, with mark, the future could be different. maybe love and desire could coexist under godโs watchful eyes.
as you look at mark now, your secret and your sin, you wonder how much youโre willing to give, how much faith you can carry, and whether the path ahead will be one of lightโฆ or shadows.
the flames of the churchโs bonfire crackle softly as night settles over the woods, the congregation still humming hymns behind you, far enough that their voices sound like ghosts.
but you're not listening. your eyes are locked on him.
mark stands with his hands tucked into his coat, the firelight soft against his face. he's not smilingโnot yetโbut his expression is peaceful, like he's found something holy in the silence between you.
โthey think weโre praying,โ he says finally, voice low. โbut iโve already made my decision.โ
you blink at him, heart lurching. โdecision?โ
he takes a step closer, so close the scent of pine and smoke clings to your clothes between you. he doesnโt reach for you yetโhe never touches you where someone might seeโbut his eyes are warm, fierce. unwavering.
โi told my father i want to marry you.โ
you feel the wind leave your lungs. mark doesnโt look away, not even when you stagger a little under the weight of his words.
โhe approved,โ he continues. โsaid heโd known all along.โ
your eyes begin to sting.
โhe told me to pray on it. to make sure it wasnโt temptation.โ markโs jaw clenches, almost like heโs ashamed. โbut i already knew. iโve always known it was you. not temptation. not sin.โ
he finally reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a tiny box.
โthis was my motherโs,โ he says softly, flipping it open. the gold ring inside glints, thin and elegant, inset with a modest sapphire. โshe said it was meant to be passed to the woman god made for me.โ
tears spill before you can stop them.
you nod, and itโs all you can do. just nod with a choked little yes and let him hold your hands between the glow of the fire, his eyes shining like he might cry too.
โiโll ask your father tomorrow,โ he whispers. โweโll be wed by the end of the month.โ
mark wore his cleanest shirt and bowed his head as he asked for your fatherโs blessing. he held your hand the whole time, fingers trembling, even when he spoke like a man of god.
your father gave his blessing. your mother wept. the entire church rejoiced.
it was all so fast, so pure, so... correct.
youโre dressed in ivory silk, modest and high-necked, with lace gloves hiding the trembling of your fingers. a veil covers your face, and yet mark cannot stop looking at you like he sees everything through it.
the ceremony is traditional. biblical. sacred.
a choir sings as you walk the aisle. everyone watches as the pastorโhis fatherโblesses your union under the eye of god.
โdo you, mark lee, take her as your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and keep, in sickness and in healthโโ
โi do.โ
โand do youโโ
โi do,โ you whisper, not even letting him finish. your voice cracks, but your hand doesnโt shake in his.
he kisses you once. brief. gentle. reverent. as though heโs still afraid of wanting more.
but thenโ
then the night comes.
the cottage is quiet. candlelit. your gown lies folded over a wooden chair, your gloves tucked beside it like offerings left at the foot of an altar.
youโre sitting on the edge of the bed, bare under the weight of your new titleโwife.
mark locks the door behind him, chest rising and falling a little faster now. his tieโs already undone. his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the cross around his neck.
he looks at you like a man starved.
โstand up,โ he says softly, voice deeper than usual.
you do.
he walks over, slow and reverent, but when his hands reach your waist, thereโs nothing holy about the way he grabs you.
โmine,โ he whispers. โyouโre mine now.โ
you nod, lips trembling. โi am.โ
his mouth crashes onto yours, not gentle this time. his hands run down your back, bare skin burning beneath his touch. when he pulls away, his eyes are wild, dark with a hunger thatโs no longer restrained.
โyou know whatโs going to happen tonight, right?โ he murmurs against your lips. โyou know iโm gonna ruin this sweet little body for anyone else?โ
your breath hitches. โm-mark...โ
his hand slips between your legs, cupping your heat. he groans, head falling to your shoulder.
โstill untouched,โ he whispers. โfuckโi can feel how tight you are already. havenโt even put my cock near you yet and youโre throbbing.โ
you gasp, your hips shifting unconsciously against his palm.
โyouโve been waiting for this, havenโt you?โ his voice is almost mocking, but itโs full of adoration. โso patient. so obedient. but tonight... tonight i get to teach you what your bodyโs really for.โ
he presses you down onto the bed, crawling over you like a man possessed. his shirt comes off. you stare, wide-eyed, at the lean strength in his body, the small golden cross swinging between his collarbones.
โare you scared?โ he asks, crawling between your thighs.
you hesitate. โa little.โ
he smiles, soft but sinful. โgood. makes it sweeter.โ
you expect him to rush, to push in and take, but he doesnโt. not yet. his hands part your legs, thumbs brushing your inner thighs, gaze locked on the place heโs about to claim.
โi want you to remember this,โ he says low. โthe first stretch. the burn. the blood. i want it to haunt every thought you ever have about pleasure. i want you to think of me.โ
you whimper, your body trembling under his stare.
he strokes himself once, twice, thick and already hard, precum glistening at the tip.
โlook at me,โ he growls, lining himself up. โyou give this to me willingly?โ
โyes...โ you whisper, breathless. โplease, mark. take it.โ
he pushes in slow, inch by inch, and your body screams at the intrusion. it hurtsโraw and realโbut his groan is feral when your tight heat finally begins to take him.
โfuckโso tightโs-so goodโโ he curses, clutching your thighs as he sinks in deeper.
you cry out, hands gripping the sheets. โit hurtsโโ
โi know, baby, i know,โ he pants, but he doesnโt stop. โyouโre perfect. taking me so fucking well. god made you just for this.โ
when he bottoms out, the pain blooms sharp, and you feel itโthe tearing. the sudden wet warmth between your thighs that isnโt slick but blood.
your first time. your virginity. claimed.
by him.
mark shudders above you, his eyes fluttering shut. โyouโre bleeding,โ he whispers, reverent. โfuck, baby... look at this mess youโre making for me.โ
he pulls out slightly, then thrusts back in harder, and you gasp again, tears springing to your eyes.
โshhh... thatโs it... cry for me,โ he coos, rocking into you with slow, punishing rolls of his hips. โhurts, doesnโt it? i know. i know. thatโs what happens when youโve never been touched. and now no one ever will. just me.โ
you cling to him, your legs trembling around his waist. pain and heat and fullness swirl inside you like a fever.
he fucks you slow and deep, savoring every inch like a man drinking straight from the chalice.
โyou feel that?โ he pants. โthat stretch? thatโs my cock, baby. your husbandโs cock. itโs gonna split you open every night from now on.โ
โm-markโโ your voice cracks, body shaking.
โi want it to hurt,โ he growls. โi want you sore in the morning. limping in church. sitting with your legs tight because your pussy still remembers what i did to it.โ
his thrusts deepen, faster now, the bed creaking under the rhythm.
โiโll fuck a baby into you,โ he groans. โfill you up. make sure everyone knows youโre mine.โ
you cry out, the pain blending into a sharp kind of pleasure, dizzying and hot.
โoh godโโ
โdonโt say his name,โ mark snarls. โyou beg for me. you pray to me now.โ
his fingers find your clit and rub fast circles, the added sensation pushing you closer to the edge. the pain is still there, dull and throbbing, but the pleasureโthe fullnessโdrowns it out.
โyou gonna cum on my cock for the first time, sweetheart?โ he hisses. โgonna milk me like a good wife?โ
you sob, nodding, your entire body tensing.
โthatโs it. cum for me. fuckโcum while iโm deep in your virgin cuntโโ
you break with a cry, your walls fluttering around him, tight and overwhelmed. mark follows with a growl, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he spills inside you, thick and warm.
he doesnโt pull out. not for a long time.
when he finally does, his cum drips from between your legs, streaked with red. he watches it for a second, breathing hard, eyes dazed.
then he presses a kiss to your stomach.
โgod forgive me,โ he whispers, โbut iโve never felt anything holier than this.โ
the room is still warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and candlewax.
youโre trembling in the sheets, heart racing, thighs sticky and sore, and markโstill hovering over youโis staring down at the mess between your legs like itโs the most sacred thing heโs ever seen.
โlook at that,โ he murmurs, voice hoarse. โmy blood. my cum. all of it inside you.โ
you blush, squirming under his gaze, but he hushes you gently.
โdonโt move, baby,โ he whispers. โlet me take care of you.โ
he disappears into the little bathroom for a moment, and you hear water running, the rustle of cloth. when he returns, heโs shirtless, flushed, eyes still dark. in his hands: a warm, damp cloth.
he kneels between your legs like heโs kneeling at a holy altar.
โopen for me again, sweet girl.โ
you obey with a soft whimper.
he parts your thighs gently, reverently, and begins to wipe you cleanโslow strokes of the cloth over your folds, careful over the tender soreness, the trace of blood and thick seed.
he breathes heavily through his nose.
โfuckโฆ itโs still leaking out,โ he says, voice trembling with hunger. โi really did break you, didnโt i?โ
your cheeks burn, but your body clenches at his words.
he wipes a little deeper, letting the cloth slip between your folds, dragging it slowly, maybeย too slowly, over your still-sensitive clit. your hips twitch.
โmmโmarkโฆโ
he smirks.
โyou liked it,โ he says, his voice thick and satisfied. โi could feel it when your pussy fluttered around me. you liked me taking it. even when it hurt.โ
you look away, embarrassed. he grabs your chin and turns your face back to him.
โdonโt hide from me now,โ he growls. โyouโre my wife. my good little bride. i get to see all of itโyour pain, your pleasure, your filth.โ
he tosses the cloth aside, not doneโnot even close.
โturn around,โ he says, voice lower now. hungrier. โon your knees. let me see how you look from behind.โ
you hesitate.
โmark, iโm stillโโ
โiโll be gentle,โ he says, already helping you shift onto all fours. โjust wanna see.โ
but when youโre in position, your face down, hips up, your swollen folds still dripping for him, he groans out loud.
โfuck. fuck, baby. you look ruined.โ
his thumbs spread you open and he leans in to spitโspitsย right on your cunt and watches it drip down your slit.
you whimper.
โsorry,โ he breathes, kissing your lower back. โi lied. i canโt be gentle right now. not when you look like this.โ
you gasp as he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance again, still thick, already hard again.
โmarkโwaitโโ
โshhh,โ he says, wrapping one arm around your waist as he starts to push in. โjust a little, baby. iโll go slow. i swear.โ
but he doesnโt.
he sinks in fast this time, wet with spit and cum and leftover blood, and the stretch makes you cry out into the pillow.
โoh godโโ
โyouโre so fucking tight from this angle,โ he groans, thrusting deeper. โso wet and raw. i can feel every part of you clinging to me.โ
his hips slap into you, heavy and slow, and he watches the way your ass bounces, how your walls suck him in again and again.
โthis is how i want it,โ he pants, gripping your hips. โevery night. bent over. legs shaking. full of me.โ
your fingers grip the pillow, knuckles white.
he fucks you slow but deepโintentional, savoring the aftershock of your first time, the way your body shudders under every push.
โlook at this mess,โ he hisses, pulling out just enough to see the creamy ring around his cock before slamming back in. โmy innocent little wife, dripping all over me.โ
you moan into the sheets, tears threatening again from the overstimulation.
he leans forward, chest to your back, lips to your ear.
โdo you know how many nights i touched myself to this?โ he growls. โthis exact position? thinking about you on your knees, begging me to fuck you?โ
you canโt speak.
โsay it,โ he demands. โtell me you want it. tell me you like being on your knees with my cock deep in your pussy.โ
โiโi like it,โ you whisper, shaking. โmark, i l-love it.โ
โyeah?โ he grits, hips snapping harder now. โyou like me fucking you where you bleed?โ
you nod desperately, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.
he growls, pulling your hair to tilt your head back.
โgood girl,โ he pants. โyouโre gonna take all of it. every drop.โ
his pace grows frantic, sloppy. the room echoes with the sound of skin on skin, the squelch of your soaked cunt, the broken cries leaving your throat.
he reaches between your legs again, fingers finding your clit.
โcum for me again,โ he growls. โmilk my cock. i want to feel you gush.โ
you doโtoo fast, the pleasure tipping over the edge like a dam breaking. your body arches, walls pulsing around him violently, drawing a deep, choked groan from his chest.
โfuckfuckfuckโiโm gonnaโโ
his thrusts stutter, then slam deep one last time as he spills inside you again,ย hot,ย thick, his cum flooding your womb in waves.
he stays buried in you for a long time, breathing hard, holding your hips like heโs afraid youโll vanish.
then, slowly, he pulls outโand you both watch it drip again: blood, cum, slick. aย perfect, unholy messย between your thighs.
he kisses your spine softly.
โthatโs two,โ he whispers. โiโm not done yet.โ
god wonโt hear you this morning
the sunlight is soft through the white curtains, warm over your bare back.
you wake to the sound of birds, the smell of pine, and the weight of an arm draped heavy around your waist.
markโs hand.
you stir gently. the soreness between your legs is still thereโa dull ache that reminds you of everything that happened hours before. the blood. the claiming. the way he whispered prayers against your skin while pushing deeper into sin.
โmm... you awake, baby?โ comes his voice, low and rough behind you.
you nod.
his nose nuzzles into your neck. a soft kiss. then another. his hand slides over your belly, pulling you tighter against him.
โyou okay?โ he asks, brushing your hair aside.
โa little sore,โ you whisper, cheeks flushing.
he hums. โgood. means i did it right.โ
you giggle quietly, but itโs breathy, nervous. his lips graze your jaw.
โkiss me,โ you whisper.
he turns you gently, and your lips meetโslow, lazy, lips barely parting. itโs sweet. warm. the kind of kiss that feels safe.
but then you feel it. his cock, hard again, pressing against your thigh.
you open your eyes.
heโs looking down at you, expression darker now. hungrier.
โwe should get ready for church,โ you say softly, as if thatโll make the heat between you disappear.
his hand moves down. between your legs. he touches you like he owns the space between your thighs.
โmm,โ he hums. โgod can wait.โ
โmarkโโ
โdonโt pretend you didnโt dream about it,โ he murmurs against your lips. โyou were grinding against me in your sleep. moaning.โ
you blink, embarrassed. โiโI didnโt knowโโ
โoh, baby,โ he chuckles darkly. โyour little pussy knew.โ
his fingers glide through the mess still lingering there from the night beforeโhis cum, dried and sticky and warm again from your heat.
you gasp.
โyouโre soaked,โ he growls. โand we havenโt even started.โ
you moan when he circles your clit.
โmarkโฆ pleaseโฆโ
โyou want it?โ he says, voice low. โagain?โ
you donโt answer. canโt.
his fingers slide inside you slowly, and you cry out.
โyour body wants it,โ he hisses. โlook at how greedy she is. already sucking me in.โ
โitโs not right,โ you whisper. โitโs morning. itโsโโ
โitโs sunday,โ he says, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. โletโs worship.โ
and then he rolls you over. pushes you flat on your stomach.
his hands spread your thighs again.
he growlsโgrowlsโat the sight of your cunt, pink and swollen and messy with everything heโs left inside you.
โfuck. i want to breed you.โ
you shudder.
โmarkโโ
โi mean it.โ he leans over, cock hard and throbbing against your ass. โi want to fill you again and again until my cum takes. until youโre swollen with my baby.โ
your breath catches. the filth in his voice. the fire in your stomach.
he presses his cock against your entrance.
โyouโd look so beautiful,โ he whispers. โwaddling around the church with my child inside you. the pastorโs daughter-in-law, pregnant and ruined and everyone knowing who did it.โ
you bite your lip, whimpering.
โsay it,โ he commands. โsay you want me to knock you up.โ
โiโi want it,โ you cry. โi want your baby, mark.โ
he thrusts in deep. slow. your mouth falls open.
โfuck,โ you moan. โoh my godโโ
he snaps his hips forward, and the stretch opens you again, deep and raw. youโre already wetโsoaked from both your desire and the filth he left inside youโand he glides in smoothly, thick and throbbing.
โthatโs it,โ he groans. โtake it. take my cock like a good wife.โ
your hands claw at the sheets as his thrusts build in rhythm, slow but deep, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.
youโre not quiet this time.
you moan. you sob. you say words you were never allowed to say.
โfuckโmarkโso deepโoh fuck me harderโโ
he slaps your ass.
โlanguage,โ he growls. โfilthy little girl.โ
โyesโyesโiโm filthyโso fucking filthy for youโโ
his rhythm gets rougher. desperate.
โgod wonโt hear you now,โ he pants. โnot when youโre begging me to fuck a baby into you.โ
your walls tighten. your climax rises sharp and fast.
โcum for me,โ he hisses. โcum like a whore. my whore. my wife.โ
and you do.
you scream into the mattress, body shaking violently as your orgasm crashes through you, pulsing around him.
โshitโfuckโgonna fill you again,โ he snarls. โbreed this tight little cunt.โ
his thrusts lose rhythm, grow frantic, and thenโ
he spills.
hot. thick.ย so much.
his cock twitches deep inside you as he empties himself, groaning into your neck like heโs dying.
when itโs over, he collapses over you, still pulsing.
your legs are shaking. you can barely breathe.
and between your thighs, youโre leaking again.
this time, it feels like even more.
like a baby might really come of it.
he kisses your cheek.
โiโm gonna do it again tonight,โ he whispers. โuntil it sticks.โ














