Jessw custer, church s*x?
jesse custer is GORGEOUS and an ASSHOLE honestly and i love dom so FUCKING much so???….yes.
WRITTEN with a reader with a vagina, and under the cut because - and i dont say this lightly - i think this is my best smut yet and don’t feel like getting reported for it. warning for some blood at the end.
edit: i did NOT put it under a cut oh fucking well. its tagged.
Thinking of excuses was easy: the first time was an accident, something that just happened when he was giving you a ride home from the bar; the second time was the morning after when there were wandering hands and half asleep grins; the third time was because he knocked on your door at two in the morning, drunk on Ratwater whiskey and just had that smile of his.
The excuses got weaker after that, but they were easy to think of when it came down to it. After all, sleeping with the Preacher wasn’t something to brag about, no matter how much you wanted to.
There wasn’t a single good excuse that came to mind when Jesse backed you up against the altar, his mouth on yours and his hands already working at the button of your jeans. When he lips came away, you both were gasping, chests heaving, and your fingers trembled on his belt buckle. As his pants came undone and your fingers brushed the bulge of his cock, Jesse grasped your hips and turned around, pulled you flush against his body.
“I did always wonder what it’d be like to have you up here with me,” he whispered in your ear. His fingers were hot on the skin of your back. He tugged your jeans down over the swell of your ass, and his clothed cock pressed between your cheeks. “Bending you over the altar.”
“Bullshit,” you shot back, just as soft, just as strained as you grasped the wood that dug into your hips.
Jesse shifted behind you, and the cloth between you two was gone, his thick cock sliding between your thighs. “Now, why you gotta swear in a church?” he asked. His lips brushed your ear as a snort pushed from your mouth.
“Versus what we’re doing?” The words caught in your throat and your face warmed at how easy you parted for him at the first thrust of his hips. He hissed an incoherent string of words as he dropped his head to the crook of your shoulder, where his teeth sank into your skin. You moaned his name like an old worn prayer. Your fingers found his hair, combed through it, gripped it as he shifted, until his cock filled you to almost uncomfortable point.
The unlit candles on the altar shook with your movements, with every hard snap of Jesse’s hips against your ass. The heat in your face grew. You leaned into the altar at the insistent press of his hand on your back. His hand moved, shifted from your back and around, down your stomach, his fingers searching until you swore his name and dropped your chin to your chest. They rubbed your clit in frantic circles and your curses grew in volume until they were nothing but breathless gasps.
Your orgasm hit you hard, and fast, something that happened often when Jesse Custer got his hands on you. Your walls clenched around him. You threw your head back, as he leaned into you, and the both of you snorted and snickered and released a string of breathless giggles when your head smacked his chin. It didn’t stop him, though. His hand grasped yours around the edge of the altar, and his lips left sloppy kisses over your jaw as his thrusts became faster, until his hips jerked and he buried his cock deep within you. A shiver rolled down your spine when he came, when his fingers splayed over your pelvis to keep you close, to keep himself balls deep until the both of you were panting and leaning on each other for support.
You turned your hand around in his grasp and laced your fingers through his. Jesse whispered your name, his breath hot on your ear, as he lifted that hand you now held. “I think you busted my lip,” he murmured. Your curled fingers pressed against his chin as he checked, and his other hand lifted from your body to run his thumb over your jaw.
You managed to turn enough to see the blood welling in a split. You would have grimaced if you weren’t so relaxed. “Whoops?” you managed.
“Whoops?” he repeated. You nodded. The hand by your jaw moved, gripped your cheeks to turn your head until he could kiss you. You could feel his cock, half flaccid but still sitting between the lips of your cunt, growing hard again. His mouth left yours. “I got an idea for how you can apologize.”
