黒沼 爽子

rafe knew better than that, he knew you better than that.

what he didn’t know, is that you would be at the same bar as him tonight, hand in hand with your new boyfriend.

you were looking up at him, a dazed smile on your face as you lead him to the tables at the back of the room, not noticing rafe with his head low and his eyes alert.

there was something that rafe didn’t like about this guy, and it wasn’t just because you were with someone other than him. although, that would be reason enough.

the minutes ticked by and when you got up to go to the bathroom, your boyfriend wasted no time in heading for the bar.

“i’ll have two beers” he says to the bartender, impatiently drumming his fingers against the wood like a prick.

jesus, you didn’t even like beer. did this guy know anything about you?

he threw some cash on the side when she came back with the drinks, “thanks handsome” she says, a playful grin on her face.

rafe narrowed his eyes as he watched this interaction play out, grateful that you had no idea he was even here right now.

”what’s your name gorgeous?” he murmured to her, his eyes scanning the length of her body in the least subtle way possible.

was this guy fucking serious? you had been in the bathroom for two minutes and he was really going to stand here flirting with someone else?

“did you not walk in here with someone else?” rafe interrupted, tongue pressed against his cheek in restraint as he tried to calm himself down.

your boyfriend turned to face rafe in annoyance, “mind your own business, pal”

rafe nodded to himself before grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, “let’s get one thing straight, i am not your fuckin’ pal. you do not get to break her heart, you hear me?”

he looked at rafe in pure confusion, “who? y/n? if you want her then she’s fair game, brother. i was just bored”

the harsh noise of the room became nothing but an incoherent buzz, rafe’s heartbeat pounding so loud in his chest that he could hear it in his ears.

rafe had him on the floor before he could even register what he was doing, fist forcefully slamming into his face.

blood sprayed out of his nose as hands grabbed at rafe’s shoulders, bystanders trying to pull him away from someone they probably deemed innocent.

“get the fuck outta here” rafe spat, wiping his knuckles on his pants.

it looked like he wanted to argue, but instead chose the smart option and left in “peace”, slamming the door shut behind him.

“a goddamn beer” rafe huffed to himself in amazement, still pissed off that he didn’t even know what drinks you liked.

rafe’s head snapped up in surprise when your worried voice reached his ears, “what have you done?”

he sighed and avoided looking at you, not wanting to see the disappointment in your eyes.

the audience that had been listening in started to disperse, going back to nurse their overpriced drinks.

“you don’t have to believe me but he’s not good for you, y/n. he’s just not” rafe muttered, distractedly picking at the blood on his fingernails.

you marched over to him, shoving him in the chest, “and how do you know what’s good for me? you’ve hurt me more times than i can count on both hands”

that made him flinch. he hated to be reminded of all the times he’s let you down.

“if you heard the shit he wa-“ rafe started to say before you swiftly cut him off.

you took a seat on one of the bar stools, feeling like your legs were going to give out any second, “i know what he said, rafe. i heard all of it”

fuck. how did he not see you come out of the bathroom? fucking idiot.

rafe stared at the bottom of his empty whisky glass, wishing there was something in it right about now.

shakily sighing in defeat, you tried to stop the tears that had started to pool in your eyes before he noticed but failed miserably.

“hey, shhh. don’t cry over him. he’s not fuckin’ worth it” rafe whispered, a sharp pain shooting through his heart at the sight of you upset.

“why can’t i ever just choose good people” you sniffled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, wondering why you were breaking down in front of the man who broke your heart.

“you will, baby” he lied as he softly rubbed his thumb against your chin, knowing full well you were going to end up with him and he was anything but good.

baby. that was something you hadn’t heard from him in a really long time and you hated that your body responded to it.

your eyes met rafe’s for a split second and you knew you had to get out.

pushing your chair back, rafe’s hand fell to his lap as you hurriedly ran out of the door, not having the stomach to look back.

no looking back.

He never considered himself to be weak and uncharacteristically doubtful. He knew right from wrong, yet he couldn’t help but steal a glance your way during mass— white lace veil hiding your face from his eyes, waiting for the minute you’d uncover and showed your tight knit brows and full lips, gaze set on the chapel’s ceiling as if looking directly at god’s eyes and wishing you’d glance his way instead, but you never do.

And he always finds himself thanking God you didn’t, as he wouldn’t find it in him to hold back if you had look his way and realized his sinful intentions, the way his thoughts traveled to your Sunday’s attire and pretty hands touching every surface in his office.

That’s why he’s been intentionally avoiding you— walking out of his office five minutes before you come to clean it, and if by any chance you came in earlier, he wouldn’t engage in conversation, making something up and mumbling a quick goodbye so he could avoid looking at your buttocks, displayed beneath that pretty white dress you choose to always wear on Sundays, or the way you chewed on your pencil in thought.

He’d find himself secluded in his room trying to find a way to get you out of his mind, and he found one, but eventually it failed.

The first time he’d done something like that, he thought all it took to forget about you was to rub one off and get on with it, but it was useless— he knew this the moment he realized, that, after every Sunday mass where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, he locked himself inside his room and jerked off to the thought of you: kneeling on the pew, hands on a prayer and brows furrowing while your lips formed shapes and let out soft exhales with every word spoken.

Just like now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Father Charlie, did I do something wrong?”.

Your voice pulled him out of his trance, eyes blinking twice and mind focusing in the present. He’s daydreaming. Again.

“Mmh?”.

He hasn’t been listening at all, too busy looking at your clavicle where a cross rested to notice the concerned tinge in your voice.

“Are you okay, Father?”.

He nodded, hands intertwining behind his back and anxious fingers scratching at each other, “Yes, don’t worry, my mind drifted elsewhere for a minute- what were you saying just now?”.

“Alright, umm- I asked if I had done anything to upset you?”.

“Of course not, why would you think that?”, he scoffed, trying to come up with something to change the subject. He didn’t want to say he thinks about you in a sinful way, he’s the father of this chapel after all— it wasn’t remotely okay to think about one of his parishioners that way.

Your gaze nervously shifted to the ceiling, fingers fumbling with each other in front of you, “Well, you’ve been ignoring me lately I tho-”.

“Is not what you think, I’ve just been busy with… something”.

Well, he couldn’t say he’s been busy jerking off to the thought of you sprawled on his desk could he? It was the smartest response he could come up with but also the dumbest.

“Oh well, then uhm… my mom’s waiting for me so I’ll go now”.

Charlie couldn’t do more than watch as your figure disappeared and get lost in thought once again.

Since that interaction, he hasn’t seen you around much— you didn’t attend church two consecutive Sundays, but eventually you returned, looking as beautiful as ever. He’s watching you again, but just to a certain point where your parents won’t notice the lingering glances and tiny smiles he’d send your way.

He has just finished the mass, everyone scattered around, greeting friends and family, him too- he was a loved priest. And of course, your family had to greet him.

“Father Charlie, we’re so pleased to see you again”, your mother spoke fondly, gaze shifting to you, standing behind your father as if you were a scared child. “C’mon honey, Father Charlie is waiting for you to say hello- oh sorry, she’s not in the mood now, she fell sick and she’s not feeling well…”.

Charlie tried to ignore the fact you were partly avoiding him, gaze set on him but also full of doubt. He could just smile thinking that you probably thought he was mad at you. “Don’t worry, I was quite surprised by your absence, but I’m glad you’ve returned”, he nodded, adding teasingly. “You’re my most devoted congregants, and not seeing you here for so long had me thinking you’ve found another church”.

“Oh no! Don’t say things like that!”, your mother giggled and shook her head, “We would never, we’re very attached to this church, my family and I used to come here every Sunday when I was young- I have many great memories here…”.

Charlie wasn’t paying attention to your mom and her incessant rambling anymore, he was paying attention to you. Maybe a little too much that he didn’t hear half of what your mother said.

“… and now we’re looking for a suitable husband for our dear daughter, of course we’d want him to be one of our dear brothers of this church, they all are decent men”

That caught his attention and a mocking snort left his lips. Your mom’s confused gaze made him remember his current position, and awkward cough leaving his lips, “Don’t mind me, continue…”.

You, marrying one of these guys? One of these prude and revolting guys being able to take your hand in marriage…? He couldn’t imagine of one of them warming your bed every night, was it jealousy? That, one of these men, would have you first?

“actually- we wanted to reach out to you, father, we believe you can be of great help for her to learn the ways of a happy marriage, based on respect and love. So, father, what do you think?”.

He couldn’t allow that, not even in a million years.

“Sorry, what I think about what?”. Charlie replied apologetically, looking partly ashamed for not paying attention to your dear mom. Though he wasn’t sure what she was really asking for, he missed half of the speech because of thinking about your possible suitors.

“About teaching our daughter the ways to a happy marriage, you know, principles, respect, values… we’d be very happy if you could help her learn- me and her father are far from being a perfect marriage, and we tried to teach her to some extent, but we’d like it if she learns from God’s hands from now on…”.

Your mom really shouldn’t have said that.

“Fa-father, are you sure this is the right lesson?”. you asked breathless, lips puffy and covered in a thin layer of spit, glistening under the warm lights in his office.

You were quite confused since this wasn’t the usual lessons Father Charlie imparted.

He glanced down at you, hand touching your cheek affectionately, the corner of his mouth twitching. He loved your innocence. “Of course, you need to learn to give proper head to your soon to be husband- now keep going, yeah? Your mother was quite specific when she said she wanted you to learn”.

With a nod of your head, you returned to your task. Tongue peeking out to give a lick to his reddened tip, a bead of salty precum attaching to your warm muscle. You were so close to stuff him all inside your mouth, he’s been working your throat muscles to accommodate him completely and you were quite greedy now, you think you can take him all the way in without your throat burning from the tight stretch.

From your position on the floor, you could look up at any moment and see his conflicted features, he was holding back so you could learn properly— or so he told you.

He was being patient and generous with you, he didn’t want his student chocking on his dick on her first try.

“Careful with those teeth, don’t want my dick bruised”. you hummed and he groaned, loving the way it felt when you did that. A desperate cry left your lips when you couldn’t stuff his dick completely inside, it was so thick and long that it almost embarrassed you to think you could take it without a problem. He noticed that and caressed your hair reassuringly, holding your nape and pushing you down carefully. “Slow, take your time yeah?”.

Breathing through your nose, you held back your tears and let him take the lead. You tried so hard not to gag, thinking about other things like the rough fabric of the tapestry beneath your knees, just to distract your mind from the pressure his dick was inducing your throat in.

But it was futile.

He tried to pull you all the way down but when he heard your muffled gag, he stopped, leaving you to catch your breath, not minding the way your nails dug into his hips trying to push away from him. He held you in place and consoled you.

“It’s alright, don’t worry, it’ll pass… I thought you were ready to take this lesson, tch… I think we should stop now”. The voice that was once filled with lust, now was filled with mockery.

You made a sound denying his request, taking a deep inhale through your nose and engulfing his shaft inside your mouth again, almost going all the way down— it was still a hard task but you found a way to accommodate more of him inside.

“God help me…”. He murmured, eyes shooting up to the ceiling, chest heaving up and down, balls tight and jaw locked. If he kept clenching his teeth like that, they’d surely fall out.

Charlie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way your mouth was full of his dick and mouth corners were glistening with a mixture of spit and cum, traveling all the way to your chin and jaw, made his mind spiral with lust and exasperated groans to leave his lips— he didn’t want to cum so soon.

You were doing so good for him, so good… Even if he wanted to blame himself for falling into temptation, he couldn’t think about that now— about the hopefulness on your mother’s face when he accepted this task. He wanted to make it right. So he was going to give his all, even if it meant tarnishing your innocence with his selfish and lust filled soul.

You started sucking his dick as if you were drinking through a straw, a tiny gasp leaving your mouth the moment his hips jerked, filling your mouth with his dick entirely, no restrictions, without consideration... Your eyes opened wide, nails digging again in his thighs, tapping incessantly on them to make him stop. You couldn’t breath, but you could hear his own moan ring through the room.

Your protests fell into deaf ears, Charlie’s hips kept fucking your mouth as if he was fucking your pussy— with a hunger equivalent to that of the abstinent man he was.

Even if he wanted to stop, he couldn’t. He felt so good he didn’t find it in himself to cease the attack on your mouth, he wanted you to learn, so stopping now would be wasting all the hard work he’d been doing.

Tears escaped the corners of your tight closed eyes, your clit throbbed with every push of his hips and moans he left out, you were so enjoying it even if it hurt a bit, even if it was hard to breath you didn’t want him to stop, not when he tasted this good.

“I’m gonna cum now, princess— won’t do that while I’m inside your mouth, but I want you to keep it open, tongue out”, he instructed, pulling his reddened dick out of your mouth with a pop, a thread of saliva and cum keeping it connected to your lips.

Your mouth opened and your tongue peeked out, showing the thin layer of cum that accumulated on your pink muscle. You watched as his hand grabbed his dick, jerking it up and down with desperation.

He lasted a few seconds before he came, white spurts of cum falling all over your chin and inside your mouth, “Swallow”, he ordered before you did exactly that. Charlie smiled, hand lifting up to wipe the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth with more of his cum.

not until he set eyes on his girlfriend’s pussy. your pussy.

it was glistening with your juices, sending an intoxicating scent straight to his nose; he simply couldn't look away. not while you clenched rhythmically around his fingers, following the precise movements he was working inside you.

was it normal that he wanted to take his cock out and breed you like a fucking animal?

he couldn’t even look at your face. not because he didn’t want to, but because he was too enthralled, watching the part of you that was practically devouring his fingers.

“deaaan,” you called out, your voice slightly slurred as your head finally lifted from the pillow to look at him. he has been fingering you for hours. literally, “hurry.”

you were desperate to come, you couldn’t lie. not since you'd seen him flirting with a pretty blonde at the bar—for work, of course, but you couldn’t help the spark of jealousy. not when he looked that good in his leather jacket and those perfectly fitted jeans that hugged his ass deliciously. you'd wanted to ride him the second you set foot inside the motel room, but he had insisted on 'making it up to you'.

and thats how you ended up on the bed with only your crop top left and no panties.

“you’ve got to be patient, sweetheart,” dean mumbled with a smirk, without even looking up. the wet, squelching sound resumed, and your walls clenched around his hand immediately. “see? you want my fingers inside you. it feels too good, doesn't it?”

your back arched cleanly off the bed, a broken moan leaving your lips.

he kept moving his fingers in and out, simulating the deep thrusts of his cock when he fucked you. a sharp shudder wrecked through you the moment he hit a sensitive spot. dean chuckled against your skin, hitting the same spot repeatedly, deliberately keeping you just shy of the release you were begging for.

“dean, s-stop teasing me.” you gasped out, eyes barely open. you couldn't even wipe away the stray drop of saliva on your chin before begging, “just fuck me.”

“you’re so whiny,” dean teased, his gaze finally snapping up to yours as he withdrew his slick fingers. you watched him unzip his jeans and push them down, the damp, dark spot staining the fabric of his boxers telling you exactly how hard he already was. “can’t even let your boyfriend play with your sweet pussy.”

a broken moan wrecked through you the moment he finally pulled his hog out, your thighs opening wider in a desperate instinct. dean let out a low chuckle, his large hands gripping your thighs to force them even further apart, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. oh, god, how he absolutely loved that sight.

“here it comes, sweetheart. open wide,” dean murmured, his large hand guiding his thick cock against your dripping heat. your walls stretched painfully well around just the tip, and then he began sinking his cock into you with agonizing slowness.

“dean, hurry...” you pleaded weakly, your mind completely hazy as your head rolled back against the pillows.

dean grunted, keeping up the agonizingly slow torture just to tease you. but before he could pull back, you locked your ankles behind his lower back and pulled him hard against you. his entire length buried deep, filling you to the absolute brim, a sharp gasp leaving both of your lips at the sudden depth.

dean collapsed forward, heavy hands pinning the pillow on either side of your head, a look of sheer ecstasy taking over his rugged features. he swallowed hard, trying desperately not to lose his grip and spill his load right then and there.

a few tense seconds passed before his eyes finally opened, a dark, teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “fucking brat,” he growled. his large right hand immediately came up to cover your mouth, muffling your whimpers as he began driving inside you with a heavy, steady rhythm. “not even gonna ask me for a rubber? you really want my load that bad, huh.”

he continued to muffle your desperate moans with the heavy palm of his hand, his ruthless movements working your walls into a complete frenzy. your mind was short-circuiting; you just wanted him to come inside you. you needed it. there was nothing hotter than the thought of him filling you up.

“sweetheart, you gotta keep it down, alright?” dean grunted right against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “sammy’s just in the next room. we don't want him hearing his big brother fucking his girlfriend, do we, babe?”

you shook your head frantically, hot tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. a desperate whimper of denial tried to make its way out of your mouth, only to end up completely smothered by his heavy hand.

dean stared down at your tear-stained face, a deeply satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them. “that’s a good girl,” he growled softly, the vibration hitting your ear. “keep it up for me, and i might just leak my entire load inside you as a reward.”

you nodded frantically, your legs locking even tighter around his hips to pin him deep inside you. you were right on the edge of coming, and he was right there with you; you could already picture his thick seed overflowing and running down your thighs.

“please, please...” the desperate pleas were completely muffled against his palm, but he heard them anyway. with a wicked, deliberate tilt of his thick shaft, your walls snapped—clenched in tight, violent waves around him as you came.

dean kept pumping his hips until a heavy grunt left his chest and he finally came inside you. he stayed buried deep, his thick shaft acting as the only barrier stopping his warm seed from escaping. moving his hand from your face, he captured your lips in a long, bruising kiss, his tongue thoroughly claiming yours.

pulling back from the kiss with a rough chuckle, he smudges away the saliva at the corner of your lips with his thumb, his fingers then trailing down to softly stroke your cheek.

“good job keeping it down at the end, princess,” he’d whisper against your mouth, a teasing glint in his green eyes. “sammy’s a heavy sleeper, but i think we definitely pushed our luck tonight. let’s just stay like this for a minute, yeah?”