—Yoongi x reader nsfw

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned..."

You recited the prayers and went through the motions, enumerating your wrongdoings. "But my biggest sin, Father, is all the sexual things I think about doing with you."

Priest Yoongi AU

Warning

Taboo relationship with a religious
Corruption kink
Public sex

If below 18 and uncomfortable with the topics listed above, leave and / or block.

The light on the confessional glowed bright green, telling you that the priest was free and ready to listen to your confession. You turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped inside the wooden box. It was new and still smelled of varnish. Kneeling on the padded kneeler, you

looked up at the priest whose face was barely concealed by the rattan screen. You knew that face very well. It was the face you saw smiling warmly at the crowd after church service. It was the face you saw in your wildest sexual fantasies. It was Fr. Yoongi.

You bit your lip, thinking if you really should do this. But you've already let a number of opportunities go to waste. You cannot let this one slip. Besides, you've waited so long, letting other people go before you in the line just so you can get him alone. Now was not the time

to back out.

He was the first to break the silence.

“Yes, child?” he hummed, the husky timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…” You recited the prayers, going through the motions and enumerating your sins.

“and I often tell white lies.” You paused and took a deep breath.

“Is that all?”

You swallowed. Your heart was hammering in your chest. It was now or never. “My biggest sin, Father, is all the sexual things I think about doing with you.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the confessional booth, and you saw the man's head jerk up and look at you through the screen. “What are you saying, child?”

“I'm saying I touch myself thinking of you, Father,” you responded as one hand creeps down your body to feel yourself. “I think of sucking your hard cock in the sacristy,” you continued. You pulled the hem of your skirt up and slipped a hand under your panties. You were already

wet and you knew your underwear was already stained, but you couldn't care less. Biting your lip, you started playing with your clit.

“I think about you playing with my wet pussy while I suck your cock, Father,” you whined. The knowledge that you were touching yourself in

front of the priest was almost too much.

“Wh-what are you doing, child?” Fr. Yoongi stammered. It was adorable how flustered he was. Very arousing.

“I'm playing with myself, Father. Would you like to see?” without waiting for a response, you stood up and leaned against the

wall of the booth. Lifting your skirt, you put your left leg up against the wall and exposed yourself to the priest whose eyes went wide.

He did not move a muscle, though, spurring you on, encouraging you to spread your pussy lips for him.

“I've always dreamed about this, Father, masturbating in front of you. I also dream about sucking your cock and riding you until you cum inside me, but maybe we can do that some other day. Hm, what do you say, Father?” you asked rhetorically, rubbing your clit with one hand and

groping your breasts with the other.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your clit faster. The sound of your heavy breathing filled the small, enclosed booth, and the smell of sex joined that of the varnish. You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked, wetting them with your

spit before massaging your clit vigorously.

“Mmm your tongue feels so good, Fr. Yoongi. But please, I want your cock,” you whined, bringing the other hand that was playing with your breasts through your raised leg to play with your hole. “Please, Father. Fill me,” you pleaded

as you impale yourself with two fingers.

You looked at the priest and saw him, mouth agape, transfixed at the sight of your greedy wetness hungrily taking your fingers in. He was mesmerized by your pussy lips and by how well you took your third finger, by your pants and moans

as you fucked yourself faster, as you fucked yourself to completion.

Oh, how you'd love to feel his mouth on your nipples. Oh, how you'd do anything to feel his cock slide in and out of you. Your body was abuzz with oxytocin and adrenaline, knowing that touching yourself in

front of him was the first step to one day fulfilling your fantasies. Thoughts of you riding him and your fingers working their magic sent you falling over the precipice, cumming with an earth-shattering force in front of the priest, leaving your legs shaking.

“No, no—argh!”

His strangled cry brought your thoughts back to the confessional.

“Aw, Father,” you leaned in as close as the divider would allow. You saw a huge spot on his trousers that was darker than the rest. “You came untouched. Look at that mess you made for me,” you cooed,

wanting him to know how happy you were that he came. “Next time I confess, can I maybe suck your cock? I promise to swallow, Father.”

Giggling, you stepped out and smoothed your clothes, leaving a panting, half-hard priest committing your sin to memory inside the confessional.

—to be continued—

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Yoongi was a virgin.

Yes, he had his fair share of relationships when he was younger, but he never initiated sex or anything because he was saving himself for marriage. So when he discovered his calling, he set thoughts about sex aside and funneled his energy

towards his religious studies. And while he did get the occasional hard on everytime he saw more than the usual exposed skin, he usually just let the moment pass and wait for the blood that pooled in his nether regions to flow elsewhere.

But that young woman…

He knew the young woman who touched herself in front of him in the confessional. He knew you. Yoongi saw you in church every Sunday: you never missed a day of worship. You always wore a ready smile that went really well with your Sunday best. You looked so meek and innocent.

Which was why to say he was surprised when you spread your legs and touched yourself earlier that day was an understatement. But he'd be damned if he said he did not enjoy your little show. The ruined trousers he just finished washing were evidence enough.

The young priest sighed, exasperated with himself. Your legs spread wide and your knees buckling from your orgasm was all he could think about. Feeling exhausted, he went up to his room. Once inside, he took deep breaths, closing his eyes for a few seconds before looking down at

the tent on his boxers.

"Oh God," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do?"

Needless to say, the young priest was conflicted. It was wrong, what he was thinking of doing, but whenever he remembered the sensation he felt when he came just from the

friction provided by his clothes as he watched you masturbate, his body would tell him that it wants to be pleasured.

He eyed his erection warily, fingers skimming the sliver of exposed skin right above the garter of his boxers. Taking another deep breath, he made his way to

his bed, laid down and looked at the ceiling, simultaneously wanting his erection to go away and to cum again. Then, with bated breath, he pulled his clothing down, palming himself for the first time.

"Mmh," the young religious moaned as his veiny hands wrapped around his

engorged cock and pulled. "Ah, feels good," he said, one hand pumping himself, the other clutching his sheets tightly.

He was already leaking precum. Yoongi got curious and tasted a bit of the fluid. "She said she'd swallow, " he whispered under his breath before lying flat on

the bed, the bitter and salty taste of his own arousal still at the tip of his tongue.

Yoongi closed his eyes and tried to remember you—what you looked like as you spread your legs and presented your wet sex glistening with your arousal. He remembered the way you inserted your

fingers into your hole and how it greedily accepted them. He saw it all in his head: your fingers frantically moving in and out of your cunt as you rubbed your clit. The young priest pumped his hand over faster, trying to match your pace in his imagination, thinking of what it

would feel like to penetrate your wetness, what it would feel like to thrust into you and have your walls clench around his cock as you came.

"Oh my God," whimpered Yoongi as he writhed and thrashed about his bed, his impending release descending upon him like a tidal wave.

He moved his hips upward, meeting the downward stroke of his hand. He pushed his hips upwards a few more times before orgasming, the tangy smell of his hot release drifting towards his nostrils.

Panting, the priest closed his eyes and tried to swallow the guilt and regret that tasted bitter in his mouth.

—to be continued—

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The early morning sunlight looked beautiful against the lavender and pale pink sky. It was a sign that it was going to be a good day. But maybe not for the young priest who stood outside the door, welcoming the church goers to Sunday service. He anxiously prayed for

one particular person to excuse herself from today's service as he wrung his hands nervously under the sleeves of his white alb. He knew it was all in vain, though, for she never missed a single day of worship. Despite this, a disconcerting mix of disappointment and relief washed

over him when he saw the said parishioner walk up to the church, eyes never leaving him.

"Good morning, Father Yoongi," she said in a small voice.

He gave a curt nod. He wouldn't dare open his mouth around her, lest his body betrays himself and lets out a moan. She can't know

that he'd been touching himself to thoughts of her almost nightly since the day she "confessed" her sins. It was driving him insane.

The last few churchgoers trickled in, leaving the young priest no other choice but to step inside and start the mass.

The first part of the celebration flew by without any disaster.

Until the homily.

"You see, everyone sins," the young priest said as he looked at the crowd. His eyes fell unfortunately on the very person he was trying to avoid. "B-but... But the grace... The grace of God, His

love for us is-is bigger than our sins," he stammered, feeling lightheaded as his blood got drained from his face and rushed to his nether region.

'Of all times to get worked up...' he thought to himself. He gripped the sides of lectern tightly and tried to reorganize his

thoughts. At the corner of his eye, he saw the altar boys on his right get to their feet to rush to his aid. He looked at them and shook his head subtly. He took a deep breath. Just a few more lines.

"And if God himself can forgive, who are we to not forgive our neighbor?" he said, finishing his sermon abruptly. "Please rise."

Oh how glad he was that his priest's alb manages to conceal the now raging stiffness of his cock simultaneously relieved and tortured by the friction

of his clothes underneath.

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There was something off about Fr. Yoongi. First, his homily wasn't as long as his usual ones. The young priest typically preaches for 20 minutes, give or take. But today, he barely talked for 10.

And although he was already fair-skinned, he grew paler during the homily. Something was obviously stressing him out. By the time he looked almost relieved, the mass had finished and the churchgoers had started filing out the door. You were almost to the door when a soft yet

deep voice called you. You turned to the source of the voice, and saw the forlorn-looking priest nervously rubbing his arm, neatly folded alb in his free hand, beckoning you inside his office.

"Are you alright, Father?" you asked as he gestured for you to take a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk while he closes the door.

Fr. Yoongi cleared his throat. "Y-yes, I am. Thank you for your concern."

"So," you began, your heartbeat beginning to quicken.

"I assume you wanted to talk to me about something?" you finally asked.

"Yes, I, uh, I wanted to um," he stammered. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the priest took a deep breath before continuing. "I have thought a lot about what happened the other day, and I wanted to

apologize for having taken pleasure from... From what you did. It was very unbecoming of a religious person such as myself, so I want to offer you my sincerest apologies," he finished, his face flushed pink as he looked directly into your eyes.

You chuckled. "Oh, but Father I loved it when you came for me," you said, never breaking eye contact with him.

He inhaled sharply. Thank goodness he was seated. Otherwise you knew his knees would have buckled underneath him.

Cocking your head to your right, you stood up and

approached the priest. "In fact, I think I'd like to pleasure you right now. If that's okay with you," you added as an afterthought. Father Yoongi was obviously flustered at the prospect, and it left you wanting him inside your mouth even more. You knelt in front of him,

between his legs, and waited for him to say something.

Yoong did not say anything, though, and just remained perfectly still save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to control his feelings.

You looked at his crotch and saw that he was already stiff.

"Aw, look. You're already hard, and I haven't even done anything yet."

You bit your lip as you reached out to palm the religious man. It was almost comical, the way things worked out. Only a few days ago, you told him how much you wanted to ruin him. He had tried to resist, but

now he was letting you touch him and it turned you on like hell.

"Mmh," Fr. Yoongi moaned the moment your fingers grazed his clothed erection.

"Save the moaning for when my mouth is around your cock, Father," you smirked at him as you worked through his belt and the fastenings

of his trousers. You pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles and then set to work.

"Aaah..."

You licked his entire length, your tongue running from the base of his cock to the tip, gliding over the hot, stiff flesh slowly and firmly. Another lick sends Fr. Yoongi

gripping the arm rest of his chair, his knuckles turning white from the effort he exerted. And when you took all of him in your mouth, his back lifted off the back of the chair and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy.

You pulled away, wanting to commit everything about him to memory—his thick length, its silky skin prettily dusted with veins here and there, his flawless, fair-complexioned skin, the happy trail of dark hair that led to his belly button, and his face—the face of an angel, lips

parted, cheeks flushed, eyebrows knitted together and dotted with a sheen of sweat. He looked so beautiful sitting in front of you and coming undone with just a word, a lick.

You lowered your head once again, and with renewed vigor, sucked him, bobbing your head up and down,

deep-throating him until he was gripping your hair and unconsciously moving his hips and fucking your face. Wanting control, you pushed his hips down against the chair, silently telling him that he was going to take this slow, agonizing torture like the man that he is. The young

priest got the hint and settled with gripping the chair tightly, making his knuckles turn white. It was so much fun seeing him fall apart.

You let go of his thick cock, your mouth making a popping sound, and then proceeded to draw lazy patterns on his balls with your tongue.

There was a sharp intake of air, and you looked up to see the man breathing heavily, eyes trained on your mouth, tongue poking the sides of his mouth. He looked so damn sexy, and it turned you on more than it should.

Then you lick him, flattening your tongue on the base of his shaft and dragging it slowly up his velvety manhood. Once you reached the tip, you swirled your tongue again on the head, eliciting a groan from Fr. Yoongi.

You eagerly took all of him once more, now more determined

to see him come apart at the seams. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you almost gagged, but you controlled it. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

The man's panting and whining became increasingly louder as you continued to suck him off. Soon enough, the priest was

cumming inside your mouth, shooting his hot load inside your throat.

His panting filled the room. You pull his underwear and his pants up until his thighs; the poor, young man didn't have enough energy to lift his buttocks to cover himself up. Then, you straightened

yourself up and leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Get some rest, Father. I'll see you around."

—to be continued—

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