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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Girl!Jimin, worship_kink,
      degradation_kink, BDSM, Masturbation, Semi-Public_Sex, Spanking,
      consented_non-con, sexualization_of_the_title_"father", copious_amounts
      of_fingering, reason_#1_on_my_ticket_to_hell:_this_fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-20 Words: 11673
****** now some saint's got the job of writing down my sins ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     jungkook is the priest's son, jimin is a good girl who wears her
     promise ring on a chain around her neck.
Notes
     disclaimer: i'm not catholic and i've been to a catholic church
     service once in my life. my knowledge for this fic comes from the few
     hours i spent researching, on top of what i spent in religions class
     studying catholicism (still probably less time than necessary for a
     story centered around the religion.. haha....) even so, there's
     likely errors. i certainly don't know as much as i probably should
     about the catholic religion, and i certainly don't know as much as an
     actual orthodox member, but i tried to research things i was unsure
     about before i wrote them.
     anyway. enough rambling! just please let me know if there's any
     errors. not that it really matters if my facts are straight because
     this is a total disgrace and fetishization of this religion and i'm
     totally going to fucking hell an--
     enjoy!!!
See the end of the work for more notes
"father." jimin says, bowing her head with reverence as she knelt before the
screen that separates her from the priest on the other side. she clasped her
hands together, promise ring pinched tight between her palms. "forgive me, i
have sinned..."
there was no use, jimin knew, of staying behind the screen because she knew the
father would be able to recognize her immediately by voice. she could sit face
to face with him on the other side, but she didn't kneel here because she was
ashamed to show her face. she felt closer to the savior when she confessed like
this.
"what ails you, my child?" the father replies, voice even and free of
judgement.
now, jimin is a bit nervous. she'd never confessed something bigger than a few
bouts of greed or envy-- a few cases of wrath. but this... lust? she bites her
lip, feeling tears threaten her eyes.
"there's this boy..." she begins, pausing to collect herself. she pushes the
knowledge that "this boy" was, in fact, the priest's son and refuses to let it
make herself nervous. she was talking to the savior, jesus christ, right now.
the priest had little to do with this. "and i've been having unclean thoughts
about him. and me-- uhm. together."
she feels her cheeks burn, those same thoughts she was referring to threatening
to pop up again. but no. she pushes them back, ashamed. how could she think of
that while speaking to the lord?
"i'm not sure how many times. maybe twenty? since my last confession." which is
an alarming number, at least to jimin, considering she goes to confession once
a week.
"and-- and also, when he talks to other girls i feel terrible envy, father. i
know i've promised to save myself until marriage but--" she tugs on the chain
holding her promise ring, tears welling into her eyes. "it's so hard, father.
i've even considered... masturbation because of the feelings he invokes in me."
the tips of her ears burn with embarrassment. "only once. but once is one time
too many. forgive me, father."
the father, who had been sitting on the other side of the screen facing away
from jimin the whole time, finally speaks. "you are cleansed of these sins,
child, if you are truly repenting."
"i am, father." jimin whispers, unclasping her hands to touch her forehead,
chest, and both of her shoulders with her first two fingers. "thank you."
she leaves the confessional feeling cleansed, refreshed, and pure.
her face falls when she sees jungkook in the pews, fraternizing amidst the
other members of the boy's choir. her heart leaps into her throat and she
thinks she will be okay if she can just somehow escape without being noticed-
- "jiminnie!"
and then jungkook's eyes are snapping toward jimin's, all because her stupid
guy best friend just had to notice her and call out to her and, god, she could
kill taehyung right now.
she makes a note to add one bout of wrath to her confession next week. "hey,
taetae." jimin says through a smile, reluctantly walking to meet him. "did
choir rehearsal just end?"
"yeah, it was short today. what are you doing here, still?" taehyung looks
genuinely curious. she guesses he doesn't know that jimin stays behind after
service every sunday to go to confession, because jimin usually slips away
unnoticed to avoid the very person who is staring her down like he wants to eat
her and oh, god, his stare is making her blood boil.
but she refuses to let any of those impure thoughts take center stage in her
mind. "i just got out of confession." she admits, cheeks burning because she
knows taehyung thinks she's the purest out of all the teenagers here.
"what do you have to confess?" taehyung asks, brow furrowed. "that you get a
little mad when someone pinches your cheeks?"
jimin spares a glance at jungkook, and meets his eyes just as he opens his
mouth to speak. "are you kidding me, tae? the pure ones are always the
naughtiest."
he's still sporting that look of wanting to eat jimin alive and she feels all
the heat in her body rush between her legs and to her face simultaneously. she
doesn't hear taehyung's reply, only her own stutter interrupting him. "anyway,
i have to go! nice seeing you again, jungkook-ssi! see you in class, taehyung!"
she bows to both of them and hurries out of the church, trying to push all
thoughts of jungkook away.
which, of course, doesn't happen. jimin's not so pure that she doesn't know
anything about sex. she's overheard plenty of things from taehyung and the rest
of her friends.
she recalls a time where she'd overheard yoongi call his girlfriend a "naughty
little girl who needed a good spanking." when he'd come to pick them both up
from cheer practice. she relates that to how jungkook had suggested she was
naughty underneath all of her purity and feels her face heat up because, yeah,
jungkook's hands spanking her bare bottom would feel really nice and maybe he
could put his fingers in her mouth to give her something to muffle her cries
and--
she turns over in her bed and pulls the pillow up over her ear with a quiet
whine. the heat between her legs from imagining all of this is unbearable. if
only she could just do something to take the edge off. she'd never felt this
type of tense, sexual attraction to anyone before. she's not confident that
she'd be able to say no if jungkook pursued sex with her. she's already so weak
for him, and they barely even speak.
jimin used to go to a different church, but her family recently moved across
town into one of the homes taehyung's mother rents out. it's only been about a
month, and jimin's entire world is falling apart.
they go to different schools, thank god. jungkook goes to an all boys catholic
school while jimin goes to public school. that would be the only instance jimin
thanks the lord that jungkook's father is a priest. it's no doubt his idea for
jungkook to attend that school. jimin doesn't know how she'd cope with seeing
jungkook everyday.
seeing him twice a week for saturday and sunday mass is bad enough. but jimin's
not about to give up her faith just to avoid jungkook-- she'd start traveling
across town to her old church before she even considered to not attend at all.
her faith is the most important thing she has, which is how she knows she can
overcome this.
it just takes patience and strong will. but her body is not cooperating with
her. her breath catches in her throat as a sudden wave of pleasure washes over
her and she realizes she'd wrapped her legs around her giant teddy a little too
tight and the pressure between her legs felt a little too much like bliss to be
holy.
she couldn't stop thinking about jungkook-- his lips (pouty and oh so
kissable), his eyes (so dark and intimidating with a fire that burns straight
through her), his hands (holy mother mary, his fingers look like they would
ruin her). the worst part about this whole situation is that jimin can't tell
if she is attracted to jungkook himself, or the way jungkook looks at her like
he's adam and she's eve and they were destined to replenish the earth.
she decides to drag herself out of bed, drink a tall glass of cold water, and
read a few of her favorite bible verses before trying to sleep again.
it works, until she dreams. and in her dream that night, jungkook has her on
her knees saying a small prayer of grace before forcing his penis into her
mouth. she wakes up confused and more desperate than before.
throughout the week, she has a dream of jungkook every night, all different,
but the same in that they're extremely sexual and explicit. and they revolve
around the faith, in some way. by saturday morning, she's so frustrated that
she wakes up in tears.
her dream had felt so real. like jungkook's fingers were actually buried deep
inside of her, bringing her just to the brink of orgasm before she woke up;
pussy absolutely throbbing and tears escaping her eyes.
she hated this. why was god testing her faith so much? she needed it so bad and
she was beginning to become afraid that her lustful desires would destroy her
relationship with god. it's not jungkook's fault, jimin knows, but she can't
help but resent him.
after she calms down, she starts to get dressed for taehyung's pool party. she
agreed to come early to help set up because she's his best friend.
she puts on a bikini, probably a skimpy choice, but she just remembers how
jungkook is going to be there (lord, help her) and smiles to herself. she's got
a nice enough body from doing dance and cheer for years. maybe it's time for a
little payback.
despite her confidence, her stomach is doing nervous flips because this is the
first time she'll see him outside of church. and he might even be shirtless.
she knows she shouldn't want to see him half naked, for her own sanity, but she
can't suppress the urge.
taehyung's house is just a short walk away so jimin puts on a dress over her
swimsuit and a pair of flip flops before heading downstairs. she kisses her
dad's cheek on her way out. "i'll be back in a while, daddy. are you coming to
mass later tonight?"
her dad has been inactive in the church for as long as jimin can remember.
eventually her mom stopped going, too. now jimin goes alone. but she always
makes sure to invite her parents, if she can. "no, baby girl. i got work later
on."
jimin says that she understands, even though she technically doesn't. she never
does. she bids her dad a final good bye and greets the fresh air and warm sun.
she's over at taehyung's in no time at all.
"you're late!" he scolds playfully, ushering her inside.
"i'm thirty minutes early, dork." she snorts, playfully shoving him. she kicks
off her shoes at the doorway before following taehyung to his massive backyard,
complete with a pool and a recently added jacuzzi. there's a table set up full
of snacks and drinks-- exactly what jimin was supposed to help with. "you're
done setting up already?"
"yeah." jimin is surprised. taehyung is overly excitable and distracted-- it's
hard to believe he did this himself. "jungkookie came over and helped."
as soon as taehyung says the name, jimin's eyes land on him and her body feels
way too warm way too quick. she wasn't expecting to see him until later, but
there he was, smiling in the hot tub despite the burn in his eyes when he looks
at jimin.
"oh. hey." jimin says casually, willing her voice not to waver. she's surprised
how nonchalant and calm she sounds. "what's up?"
jungkook's eyes soften a bit. "not much." he says, raising a brow. jimin wants
to burst into flames. "you?"
"same." her voice is light and airy, and even though she wants to turn and run
the other way, she walks closer to the jacuzzi until she's standing over
jungkook, smiling brightly down at him. "mind if i join you?"
jungkook tilts his head back to look up at her, and if she were standing any
closer, jungkook would be looking up her dress. she decides to repress her
embarrassment and turn it into confidence. similar to what she does during a
dance performance-- turning her nerves into confidence. it works, for the most
part.
"not at all." his eyes are squinting from the sun, and jimin notes that this is
quite literally the most words they've ever said to each other in one day.
still, jimin steps back toward the pool chairs where taehyung resides. "fine,
forget i exist, jiminnie. i don't need you anyway." taehyung's pouting and it
looks so cute on him.
jimin giggles and pokes his cheek. "i just wanna try your new hot tub, tae.
i'll come sit with you later."
instead of ignoring jungkook's eyes burning into her body like she would have
yesterday, she absorbs the energy in his gaze as she makes a small show out of
slowly pulling her dress over her head and dropping it on the chair beside
taehyung. her best friend's eyes are wide and his mouth is open. jimin senses
that jungkook is the same.
"damn, jimin." taehyung mutters. "you're hot." he's never been shy about it.
jimin feigns innocence. "you think so?"
"i agree." jungkook says suddenly, voice unbelievably rough. it sends shivers
down jimin's spine. he clears his throat. "come on in. the water's fine."
jimin turns to him and smiles wide. maybe it's all the pent up sexual energy
buried deep in her bones that causes her to actually flirt with jungkook
instead of run and hide, but jimin's glad for the change. last night's dream
was so bad, yet so good, and the effects of it are still lingering under her
skin.
it's probably a bad idea for her to come within a foot of jungkook, but she
sits right beside him in the tub. they sit for a while, making small talk, and
jimin lets herself relax. she soon finds out that jungkook's not a sexual demon
like she'd envisioned him, but a shy, shy boy that actually freaking blushes
when jimin compliments him.
it makes the intimidation jimin felt from him dial way down. which is a little
relieving considering that's the entire thing jimin was aroused by.
"there's been something i wanted to ask you for a while," jimin begins, looking
away from jungkook with hesitation. "i hope it's okay for me to ask. how did
your father become a priest?"
she's referring to the fact that priests have to take a vow of celibacy and
marriage after priesthood is forbidden. she's probably toeing a very sensitive
line here-- and she knows it's a hard story to tell when jungkook also looks
away.
"my mom died and my father became a priest to cope with the loss." he says. "or
at least, that's why i think he did. i don't know why he would have, if not for
that."
"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry-- i shouldn't have asked!" jimin rushes out, bowing
her head apologetically.
jungkook looks back up at her and cracks a half grin. "it's okay, it happened
over ten years ago. i don't remember much about her. i do remember that none of
this church stuff really mattered to my dad until about a year later. he
stopped drinking all the time and even smoking. so in a way, it was good for us
that she passed. that's what my older brother said."
jimin's quiet for a long time. she doesn't really know what to say. and
jungkook isn't saying anything, either, so maybe it's a good time for a moment
of silence.
that is, until taehyung comes rushing back out of his house with a few guests
in tow, yelling about pool noodles and water balloons.
it's a small party and jimin only recognizes a few people. but that's okay,
because she's more focused on jungkook. even when everyone starts chasing each
other with water balloons and guns, jimin's sole focus is on him.
jimin chucks a water balloon at jungkook and it hits him square in his back.
when he turns to find she was the culprit, she grins sheepishly and starts to
run the other way, laughing. jungkook gains on her quick, even when she weaves
through the trees that shade the yard. she turns to look behind her, only to
let out a shriek when she sees jungkook just inches behind her.
it happens quick. jungkook grabs her hips and turns her around, backing her up
against one of the many trees. his heavy breaths are even and raking across her
lips. she's panting hard and ragged, body heating up when she registers every
single part of jungkook's body that's touching hers. which is a lot.
he rams his hips into hers to hold her in place against the tree, staring down
at her with that look from before. like he wants to absolutely devour jimin.
she feels her blood go south.
"think you could get away with that?" jungkook actually growls out, squeezing
her hips harshly.
she tries to hold back the moan, she really does, but it doesn't work. it comes
out broken and high when she manages a "no." in reply. her head falls back and
her eyes slip shut, totally submitting to him in a matter of seconds.
then jungkook's mouth is on hers and she responds almost immediately, the kiss
turning hungry and desperate in a matter of moments. she moans into his mouth
when his teeth find her bottom lip, hands reaching up to thread into his hair.
he pulls back with her lip still between his teeth, letting the skin slip from
his grip slowly until it snaps back into place. "don't stop--" and then
jungkook's tongue is invading her mouth, licking into it like an animal
starved.
she feels like prey, trapped for slaughter. and she's never been more turned
on. his mouth is better than she could have ever imagined and she just wants
more and more and more.
jungkook's hands slide down to her thighs and hoists her up, forcing her legs
to wrap around his waist as his hips drive forward again and she can feel his
arousal pressing against hers and, oh lord, it's so good. he continues to kiss
her, as if to muffle her noises, as he grinds into her. everything is too much-
- the heat, the need. they way his dick gets harder and bigger each passing
second.
"you're so fucking hot, jimin." jungkook mutters, kissing down her jaw and to
her neck where he bites down. "i want to fuck you until you're sore." she can
only moan in response.
they continue for a while, until jungkook finds just the right pressure and
angle that causes her folds to rub against her clit the way she apparently
really likes and she lets out a high, whiny moan and begins to grind back with
every effort she can spare. only then does jungkook stop, resting his head
against jimin's chest like he's gathering himself.
"please, please, jungkook." jimin whines, tugging his hair and urgently
grinding her hips. "i need it, i need you so bad."
"not here." it's a growl, a warning that has jimin shuddering and stopping
completely like she's afraid of what he'll do if she continues. "not now."
when? jimin wants to ask, wants to cry because if not now, when? the thought
that she'd have to wait until marriage just to get fucked makes her ache. she
needs it too bad.
and then the guilt hits her. pressed up against this tree, with jungkook's dick
pressed up against her throbbing pussy through their swimsuits, she realizes
she shouldn't be doing this because this is breaking the vow, the promise that
she made to god. to the father, to everything that is important in her worldly
life.
"y-you're right. put me down." she says, fighting back tears. she pushes on his
shoulders with her hands, trying to make him back up. "i have to go i have to-
- i have to get out of here."
jungkook complies, his own guilt evident on his face as he sets her down. and
she immediately runs the way they'd come on shaking legs and stuttered breaths.
"jiminnie, what's wrong?" taehyung looks appalled and deeply hurt when he
notices that jimin's about to cry.
"nothing, nothing." she smiles. "i have to go. i'll see you at mass tomorrow?"
she slips her dress on over her head, feeling sick.
"yeah. feel better, jiminnie." taehyung frowns and walks her to the front door,
kissing her cheek goodbye.
she can't feel better. and she won't until she can go back in time and erase
that sin. she sinned. she always does, but this is the worst feeling in the
world. she's lost complete control over everything and not even her faith can
help her this time.
she's trying, god, is she trying her hardest. but she just needs it way too bad
to even remember why she isn't going after it in the first place.
she decides to go to confession that night instead of waiting. maybe if she
says her sin by name, it'll help. maybe if she admits "jeon jungkook is the one
i'm lusting after." the lord will reward her honesty and grant her healing.
so she does. she tells the father everything, pushing back apprehension knowing
that she's talking about his son. she tells him how they got intimate earlier
that day and she can't stop crying and she's begging the father not to say
anything to him, not to punish him because it's her fault that she's too caught
up in her desires to be strong and say no.
the father is quiet, and she begins to question if he's even there until she
hears. "reflect on your transgressions. and stay away from jungkook, jimin. you
will not be cleansed until you prove you can keep your vow of chastity to the
lord." it's barely audible over her tears and sniffles, but she understands.
"thank you, father." she says, drawing the cross with her fingers. "i'm so
sorry."
and she leaves the confessional feeling horrible, totally unlike what's normal.
god hates her. she knows he does.
that night, she traces her fingers over the faint marks jungkook's hands left
on the skin of her hips. the feelings, the desire-- the need, comes rushing
back and she almost cries with frustration. it's no use. she can't fight it.
her hands dip lower until they're skimming the area jungkook's hips pressed
into and made her feel so good. she rubs through her shorts, heart quickening
and breath hitching. she should stop but, god damn her, she doesn't want to.
her hand is way too small to pass for jungkook's, but she pretends it's his
anyway. she imagines him whispering praises into her ear as his fingers rub and
rub through the fabric and, eventually, it's not enough. she needs more.
"please, jungkook." she whispers into the darkness of her room. "i need more.
can i take off my clothes?" even though she's alone, she still blushes at the
thought of being naked for jungkook. and the thought of having to ask for
permission for everything.
in her mind, jungkook chides her for being "insatiable" before he pulls down
her shorts and underwear in one go. in reality, jimin slides her bottoms off
and kicks them to the side along with her blankets. finally, bare skin on her
heat. she wants to gasp as she circles her fingers over her clit, locating it
quickly in the pursuit of what areas bring the most pleasure to touch. she
bites down on her lip instead, bearing in mind that her parents are just a few
doors down.
deciding that jungkook would want to tease her, she drags her fingers back down
to play with her entrance for a while, dipping the tip of her finger inside
before rubbing along the opening. the heat in her body is back with a vengeance
in no time at all, and it takes everything in her not to whine.
she pushes her shirt up to expose her bare breasts after the jungkook in her
mind told her to do so. following his orders, even if they're really her own,
is so erotic that her head is spinning. she starts to massage her own breast,
occupying both of her hands.
eventually she sits up onto her elbow to give her a bit more length in her arm
so she can push her whole finger inside, eyes rolling into the back of her head
as she does so. she's tight, but she manages another finger without too much of
a hassle. she's so wet that they both glide in and out easily without much
effort.
she imagines jungkook fucking her with his fingers and pinching her nipple
roughly as she does it to herself. her fingers are too short, too thin, to be
anything more than frustrating. she needs it to be jungkook, but her
imagination will have to do.
as she's pulling her legs up to plant her feet on the bed, she crooks her
fingers inside of her by chance and gets a sudden jolt of pleasure. her heart
is racing already, but it only picks up in speed as she buries her fingers deep
and starts to bend them against the upper wall inside her, massaging
insistently.
it feels so good that she has hardly any remorse. how long had it been, with
this need steadily growing inside her? a week? two? she can't remember-- not
right now. it's taking all her energy to keep her fingers moving, her whines
muffled behind her teeth, and her thoughts on jungkook. jungkook leaning in to
kiss her neck; she tilts her head for him. jungkook gently cupping her breasts
as he whispers an order in her ear to take her fingers out and play with her
clit instead.
she can't take it. a weak moan slips past her lips as she follows the make-
believe instructions, dragging her wet fingers over her folds to rub her clit
in quick circles. she can feel her thighs start to shake and her toes curl and
her entire body is thrumming with pleasure. her hand leaves her breast in favor
of gripping the bed sheets, trying her best to stay as quiet as possible.
it's not until she imagines jungkook pushing her thighs apart to bury his face
between her legs that her back arches and she feels the pressure in the pit of
her stomach increase tenfold. his name falls from her lips in a broken whisper
as she comes, thighs squeezing shut around her own wrist. she whimpers through
it, rocking her hips in small movements.
after she comes down from her high, she feels blissed out and lets out a small
giggle, imagining herself looking up into jungkook's eyes as he smiles down and
kisses her. then, just to be a tease, she pops her fingers into her mouth to
lick them clean, enjoying the way she imagines jungkook's eyes darkening at the
sight.
but, now that she's reduced the desire deep inside her, she starts to feel
guilty again. eventually jungkook fades from her mind and all that she's left
with is her broken vow to take over her thoughts. as much as she wants to blame
jungkook, she knows that it wouldn't be fair of her to do so.
she feels horrible. but, god, it felt so good. which makes her afraid that
after one taste of that sin, she's put herself on a path toward addiction to
it. the thought terrifies her.
she doesn't get any rest. it's hard for her to fall asleep when she's biting
back guilty sobs. she feels so ashamed that she skips mass; not knowing how to
face the congregation without confessing first.
it's late when she finally decides to start getting ready. almost time for the
priest to lock up the church and head home. she feels sick and weak and in such
need of prayer and healing.
on her dresser lays the chain that's looped around her promise ring. the
reminder of her vow of chastity. the vow that she broke last night.
with determination, she picks the necklace up and clips it behind her neck,
deciding that she'd confess and put this whole thing behind her, free of sin.
she won't let herself leave that church until she feels absolutely purified.
her heart jumps when she glances at the clock and realizes it's five minutes
until the priest would be leaving. it takes ten to walk there-- she'd have to
run.
and she does run. she doesn't know how long it takes her to get there, she just
prays to god that the church is still unlocked when she arrives at the door.
the priest's car is nowhere in sight, but she still tries the door, surprised
when she finds it unlocked. maybe the priest walked that morning? at any rate,
she steps inside and takes in the sight of the empty chapel.
there's usually at least one or two people in here whenever jimin is. it's a
little odd to be totally alone amongst the pews, but she feels content. she
remembers what her life is for, and why she's a follower of jesus christ. it's
peaceful here, and it calms her very soul.
"hello?" she calls out quietly, her voice echoing against the tall ceiling. she
finds no reply, but that's okay. the green light to the confessional is on, and
the template of "fr. jeon" is glinting under the rays of the sunset. total
purity is in her sight, within her reach.
but she stops in front of the door, suddenly hesitant. should she? her gut
churns with a horrible reluctance, a gripping anxiety that she cannot shake.
the worst part is that she can't tell if it's the holy spirit telling her to
stay away, or if it's satan's sinful whisper telling her she'd better not.
given the entire situation, she's betting on the latter. so she pushes the door
open and settles herself on her knees at the usual spot.
she's quiet for a moment as she gathers her thoughts, not sure exactly where to
start. her gut stings when she hears a frustrated sigh from the other side of
the screen. "i know it's late, father, and that you probably want to go home,
but i did something really terrible in between my confession last night and
now. i need it off my chest, so please..."
her eyes are starting to well up with tears, afraid of hearing the father's
reaction after what he had said last night. "you said i wouldn't be pure until
i could prove that i could keep my vow of chastity, but i--" her voice catches
in her throat and she pauses to collect herself. "i broke it last night,
father. i masturbated but i swear, i swear to god it was the first and only
time and i promise that i can keep my vow. please help me find purity again,
father."
there's dead silence on the other end, and jimin would think that the father
had gone home already and just forgot to lock up, had she not heard the sigh
from earlier. the silence makes her nervous, so she continues running her mouth
in hopes of sparking at least one word from him. "and i do promise to stay away
from jungkook, father, i know it's not his fault but he is sparking these
desires in me so it's best if i just keep my distance so i don't do what i did
last night again, i just couldn't stop thinking about him and i know it was
wrong but it was too hard to not do it and i--"
an unexpected but familiar voice sounds on the other side, suddenly, and it has
jimin's entire body heating up to the core. "jimin?"
it's jungkook. she knows it is. her heart is beating so fast and she wants to
run away. but something keeps her glued to the spot, peering through the screen
to see jungkook looking straight into her eyes. "jungkook? what are you doing
in here?"
there's another silence for a moment as jimin tries to look anywhere but the
boy across the confessional. "i told my dad i wanted to stay and study up on
genesis so he gave me the keys to lock up when i'm done."
his voice sounds rough and strained, and the vibrations of it in her ears goes
straight between her legs. this is not good. she needs to get out of here.
"sorry to bother you, then." she can't stop stuttering-- jungkook knows that
she's been having unclean thoughts about him. that she's even masturbated with
him on her mind. god, she wants to crawl into a hole.
as she gets up to leave, that voice stops her in her tracks. "come here,
jimin."
if it was easy to follow jungkook's orders when she was making them up in her
mind last night, it's second nature to her in real life. she turns back around
and kneels in her former spot once again.
"no, in here. don't you want to see what i'm really doing?"
jungkook sighs again, but it's softer, lighter, and it piques jimin's
curiosity. but her shyness is at an all time high, so she's reluctant to
follow, no matter how much she wants to, deep deep down in her gut. "you're not
reading genesis?"
"no." he gruffs out. "now come here. i won't ask again."
she's quick on her feet, the ultimatum jump starting her desire to obey. she
passes the threshold to the small sitting area that's on the other side of the
screen, usually used to confess face-to-face with the father, if one should so
desire. there's two chairs opposite each other with a waist-high stand pushed
off to the side. she's never been in this area before, so the territory is new
to her.
what she finds sends her cheeks even more ablaze. jungkook is sitting in the
priest's chair with his pants pooled around his thighs, dick in his hand and
stroking slowly.
"sit down." jungkook orders, and jimin follows, taking the seat across from him
in the plush arm chair. "good girl." he smiles, warm and soft and jimin feels
that warmth spread through her and, oh, it feels so nice to be praised like
that. definitely something she could get used to.
jungkook's nothing like the shy boy in the pool yesterday, and a lot like the
man who pressed her up against the tree and dry humped her. the man who looks
at her with dark eyes full of deep desire whenever she's near. except softer,
in a way. it's definitely more intense, what with jungkook stroking himself
right in front of her, but jimin can see a sense of fondness in his gaze that
puts her at ease, unlike usual.
"what are you doing?" jimin asks after a bit, realizing that jungkook is more
than content to just stare at her as he touches himself.
jungkook scoffs and suddenly, the fondness is gone. "don't get righteous on me.
you're not so pure yourself."
jimin's face heats up at the reminder, and she finds that the way jungkook
talked down to her just now just made her feel more at his mercy. and that was
hot.
"no, i know i just-- why in here?" she fidgets with the hem of her skirt,
looking pointedly at her hands.
jungkook hums quietly and leans forward after tucking his dick away and pushing
his pants back up. "look at me."
it's easier to look at him now that his dick is nowhere in sight, to jimin's
relief. when she obeys, the warm look is back and she's waiting for the praise
to come for her good behavior. but it doesn't. which, ironically, doesn't
discourage her-- it only makes her want to be even behave even better.
"isn't the place where you cleanse yourself from your sins the best place to
commit sins, in theory?"
jimin mulls over the thought for a moment, trying to disprove the statement in
her mind. it made sense, but at the same time, she knew it was wrong. "it's
unholy... you shouldn't be sinning at all."
"please." jungkook rolls his eyes and sits back again, crossing his arms over
his chest. jimin is distracted by the tuft of hair poking out from the unzipped
crotch of his pants. "man is made to sin. isn't that what the atonement was
for? so that we may sin and be forgiven?"
"but you're supposed to lessen the burden on the savior, not add to it! you're
sinning on purpose, jungkook. that's not right."
the fire in jungkook's stare makes jimin sink back into her seat, ashamed for
lashing out. "everyone sins on purpose, jimin. how about you tell me of your
sins? how you knew it it was wrong to play with your pussy, but you didn't care
because i was on your mind? i'd really like to discuss that."
again, jimin looks down and says nothing. shame burns a pit in her gut, but she
finds the feeling strangely erotic. "jungkook--" she finally begins, only to
have said man cut her off.
"call me father. tell me your sins, child. i can help you come clean."
she'd never sexualized the title before, but in this moment the idea of
confessing her darkest sins to "father" jungkook has arousal churning in her
gut.
"what did you think about, hm? be specific as possible. was it you imagining
how good my cock would feel inside you?"
jimin closes her eyes, thrown into a sudden trance by his words. her thighs
start to rub together as she paints the picture in her head and grips the edge
of the chair. she barely holds back a soft moan.
she knows she should leave, and part of her actually does want to, if only to
save herself the embarrassment. however, the most pressing part of her wants
this. wants to be made to do things she wouldn't want to do otherwise. wants to
sit here and let jungkook's words wash over her and soak her panties.
"tell me, jimin."
the demand seems to snap her back to reality, and suddenly she's so quick to
obey his orders that she's saying things she'd never even dream of saying out
loud. "it started out with dreams, jung-- father." she blushes and corrects the
mistake when she receives a warning brow quirk from jungkook. "i'd dream of you
using me as your personal slut, making me worship your cock like god himself."
she's far past shame at this point. it's strange, to confess such dirty truths
as a way of seeking reconciliation. it's a dirty kind of cleansing that jimin
finds freeing in a way she can't believe.
the muscles in jungkook's jaw twitch and jimin feels a sense of satisfaction
drawing such a reaction from him, even if it was a slight one. "tell me about
how you touched yourself."
her eyes close again at the memory, and she crosses her legs to relieve some of
the pressure between them. "it was wonderful, father. i pretended my hand was
yours and fingered myself until i shook. i teased and teased because i didn't
want it to end. my pussy is so tight, father. desperate and aching to be
filled."
there's no way jungkook hasn't noticed the way she's practically grinding on
the chair, but he still asks; "are you having such thoughts right now?" in the
most strict and orderly tone jimin's ever heard from him.
it sends a chill down her spine. "yes, father. please..." she opens her eyes
again to look directly into his own. "i need something inside me."
jungkook takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly through his nose, taking a
long moment before replying. "you need to be punished for your sins. a whore
like you needs to learn a good lesson."
jimin's about to reply, to beg, until jungkook holds up a hand and continues.
"but first, i need you to tell me that you want all of this. take a step back
and think about it. i need an enthusiastic yes from you, and not with me as the
father, but with me as jungkook."
jimin can tell that he's serious, but the stern tone is gone and replaced with
a concerned one which causes her to actually think about his words instead of
mindlessly agreeing with him. did she want this? yes. did she need it? yes.
should she? no.
but did she care? no.
the pros outweigh the cons in her mind, so she nods her head up and down
quickly. "i want whatever you'll give me."
jungkook looks at her for a moment, surprise tinting his features. "do you
consent to me not stopping, even if you say no?"
jimin's brow furrows, taken aback by the request. "well, what do you plan on
doing?"
jungkook cracks a grin and leans back in his chair. "you're one step ahead of
me. i was gonna tell you that i'll be making you touch yourself for me,
spanking that perfect ass of yours a pretty pink, and fucking you until i'm
sure you've learned your lesson. at least for a few days. we'll see how long
you can last without it. maybe i'll eat your pussy, too, if i feel you're
worthy enough."
there's another silence as jimin flushes yet again and looks down. but before
jungkook can question her again, she nods once more and says; "yes, i consent
to that."
jungkook smiles. "good. if you absolutely need me to stop, the safe word is
'red light'. i'll be watching you, too, to make sure you're alright. i'll take
care of you."
the sentiment is sweet and erotic at the same time and jimin's wondering when
the hell she became turned on by being degraded and powerless like this.
"alright, father."
the title seems to snap jungkook back into his role, and he adopts a stoic
expression once again. "show me exactly what you did to yourself last night. i
need to know how severe to make your punishment."
jimin falls back into her own role naturally, the tone of jungkook's voice
making her stoop low into the pits of desire she once dreaded and feared. and
it felt good. it felt so good to slide her hand down her body until she ended
up at her crotch, shifting forward until she's sitting on the edge of the chair
so she can rub herself through her skirt and underwear much like she did last
night.
she has a feeling she won't last long, considering the way jungkook's eyes
burning into her body practically puts her on the edge of an orgasm already.
and the fact that there's no need to be quiet here-- it's just jungkook and
herself in the entire chapel-- is another thing adding to her heightened
arousal. letting herself moan freely and hearing the noises turns her on more
than she'd like to admit.
she lifts the hem of her skirt probably too soon, revealing the innocent pink
cotton of her panties that have a noticeable wet spot tainting them. she hears
jungkook suck in a breath at the sight and scoots back again to pull her feet
up onto the seat, spreading her knees apart wide to give him a good view. she
can feel how wet she is even through the fabric and lets out a pathetic moan.
she needs it so bad.
last night, she had been whimpering jungkook's name behind her teeth, but today
she's moaning "father" and hearing it bounce off the walls, soft and gentle.
it's about ten times hotter than it was on her own. she feels like she could
come just rubbing herself through her panties.
that is, until she tilts her head to the side and opens her eyes again to see
jungkook, lazed back into his chair with his arms and legs crossed, a cold and
analytical expression painted across his features. a wave of heat washes over
her and suddenly it's not enough, nothing is enough, but she settles for
wiggling herself out of her panties and reassuming the same position.
even as she drags her fingers up her folds and circles them around her clit,
jungkook carries the same blank expression. for some reason, she finds this
feeds her arousal more than the sight of him jacking off would have. there's
just something about the weight of his gaze-- it's almost degrading. it
commands respect and dutifulness and demands praise and worship.
soon, she can't handle it anymore. she needs to cum. but she also hasn't put
any fingers inside herself and she told him that she would show exactly what
she did.
the need to be obedient has her inserting two of her fingers into her pussy
despite how much she wants to make herself cum right away.
a frustrated groan nearly slips past her lips when she realizes she had forgot
to push her shirt up to expose her breasts. jungkook wouldn't know that she'd
left something out, but she would. and she just wants to be good for jungkook-
- the father. she wants to be cleansed and purified with his lessons and
blessings. so she makes quick work of unhooking her bra and pushing her blouse
up along with it.
she tries to spread her legs wider but her feet slip off the cushion. so she
hooks her knees over the arms of the chair instead, giving herself room to cup
her breast in her hand and finger herself properly. the fact that she's let all
shame leave her actions just makes her feel more shame on the inside. but it's
a good kind of shame; one that fuels the fire deep in her loins.
"jimin." jungkook growls out, causing a shudder to run through her body. "if
you made yourself come last night, do it here too. i want you to feel the shame
that your actions cause when you're baring them to the lord."
the reminder that they're in a church-- in the confessional, nonetheless-
- should make jimin stop immediately, should turn her off and make her cry
tears of guilt. but it doesn't. she just keens louder and lets that shame and
guilt wash over her like the tide on a shore. she moves her fingers in and out
faster, hitting them at just the right angle to produce noises she'd never
heard from her mouth before. she's so fucking wet that she's dripping a puddle
onto the fabric of her skirt below her.
jungkook's staying composed, of course he is. jimin can only imagine what's
going through his head. does he want to fuck her senseless? does he want to
bury his face between her legs? what kind of thoughts occupy that twisted mind
of his?
"is this what you did? you spread yourself wide for me and made yourself moan
like a whore?"
jimin can't speak, she can only nod loosely and gasp. the degradation in his
tone is something she can surely get comfortable with.
"you don't know how lucky you are to have to object of your sins here with you.
you can confess and bare yourself to the lord completely and honestly. i'm
lucky too."
jimin drags in a sharp breath at the implication and pulls her fingers out of
herself in favor of rubbing her clit the same way she did the night before.
"what do you mean, father?"
"the object of my sins is here as well. i must confess that i've thought of
bending you over every flat surface in sight whenever you look my way. i want
to have my way with you and have you completely helpless for me. i want to fuck
you and ruin your innocent facade."
jimin's thighs shake the longer his voice rings, commanding and authoritative,
in the small room. her back arches; she's so close to coming it almost hurts.
"but, i am the father before i am your peer. the one who will grant you purity
and blessing. we will work on my sins after yours."
"father--" jimin starts, speech interrupted by the way her own body twitches, a
moan spilling over her plush lips. "it is my sin too. i want you to use me like
a whore. cleanse me of this sin too."
jimin's eyes are barely open in her on-the-edge haze, but she doesn't miss the
way jungkook smiles slowly and darkly before he says a simple; "it'll be my
pleasure." and it makes her shudder, orgasm hitting her stronger than it did
the last time. her back arches and she moans, long and high, as her pussy
twitches and drips. she forces her legs to stay open no matter how much she
wants to close them and moves her fingers back and forth even faster, building
the pleasure tenfold.
"are you coming, jimin? are you coming for me?"
"yes! yes, father, i am!" for some reason she finds it extremely hard to
control the volume and pitch of her voice, and settles for closing her mouth
shut to moan helplessly behind her teeth as the build gets stronger and
stronger and another orgasm rips through her body.
her mouth falls open in a silent gasp; her whole being going quiet as she
experiences the shocks of a second orgasm in a row. she hadn't meant to do
that-- she didn't even know it was possible for her to do that. after a few
seconds, she finally lets out a high pitched yelp and snaps her legs closed;
head tipping back as deep groans sound in her throat. her hips are shaking and
her toes are curled so tight she feels a cramp beginning to form in the arch of
her foot.
after she's settled down a bit, jungkook decides to speak again. "my, my, two
orgasms in a row? and you're not even using a vibrator. someone's terribly
sensitive, aren't they?"
jimin barely registers his words as she breathes deeply and tries to calm her
racing heart. she feels like she's about to have a heart attack.
"i'd love to see how fast you would come if you did have a vibrator on that
pretty pussy of yours."
jimin lets her legs fall back down, feet planted safely on the ground as she
slouches in the chair, completely fucked out already. jungkook uncrosses his
legs and leans forward, a doting smile on his lips.
"you good?" he asks quietly, peering up at jimin with a look of amused concern.
she can tell that he's asking if she's alright and wants to continue or stop.
"give me a second." she laughs out softly, closing her eyes and resting her
head back against the chair with a muted groan. her insides are still twitching
and her heart is only just starting to slow down.
jungkook waits patiently for her to open her eyes again, rubbing his hands
together restlessly. her blouse is still pushed up over her chest, breasts on
full display to him. her chest rises and falls with each of her breaths until
they steady out and she opens her eyes again, searching out for jungkook.
their eyes meet and for a second, jimin feels the gripping anxiety and guilt
once more. she shouldn't be here and she shouldn't be doing any of this. it's
unholy. it is sin.
but then jungkook is leaning back and motioning for her to come to him, and she
automatically follows, pulling down her blouse as she does so. jungkook will
cleanse her of all sin, won't he?
"are you ready to receive your punishment and be forgiven?" jungkook takes a
second to fix his tie and smooth out his pants, looking up at her with dark
eyes.
jimin's legs are still shaky and she's having a hard time looking jungkook in
the eye. "yes, father." she whispers, gaze trained on her feet and hands
pulling at the hem of her skirt nervously.
jungkook smiles and pats his lap. "no need to be so shy, child. come up over my
knee."
even though jimin knows what's coming-- she had been told everything that
jungkook planned to do-- she doesn't expect to have his hands all over her the
second she lays across his lap. one of his arms is tucked under her stomach,
his hand poking between her thighs to grip her pussy almost possessively while
his other hand smooths her skirt up to expose her ass.
"you're so wet." jungkook mutters, voice strained. jimin makes a strangled
noise in response, her face heating up because this is the first time
jungkook's ever really touched her like this. his hand on her heat is better
than anything she could have imagined.
"hold still." jungkook warns, rubbing her right cheek for a final moment before
he's bringing his hand back to place a light, flat palmed slap against it. she
jumps, startled by the impact even though she'd been expecting it. "how does
ten sound? will that be enough to teach you a lesson?"
jimin's elbows are tucked under her chest and her hands grip tightly to the
thigh of jungkook's trousers, bracing herself for the next inevitable spank.
she barely catches the question; too distracted by the heady tension in the
room to register it right away. but when she does, she shakes her head slowly.
"no, father. i need more than that."
she can hear jungkook growl under his breath, and he grabs her ass hard enough
to leave little crescent indents where his fingernails lay. she feels pride
well in her gut from causing such a reaction.
"i know you're eager for purity, jimin, but the maximum for a first time
punishment is fifteen. the lord wants you clean, not damaged."
jimin is new at this, but it's painfully obvious jungkook has much experience
in this arena. she's glad that he's aware of getting too carried away, and that
he's willing to limit her in order to keep her safe. it's comforting, but also
extremely hot how he doesn't break character to explain the limits.
"then give me fifteen, father." for good measure, she pushes her ass back
against his hand and lets the satisfaction of the sharp breath he takes in fill
her body.
the first one is sharp but soft, with his fingers hitting her left cheek at an
upward angle. then his other hand is fondling her pussy and she's not sure
whether to gasp or moan so the noises mix together in her throat, creating a
needy and whiny sound that has her face heating up with embarrassment.
the next spank is much, much harsher. it's open hand, with his fingers spread
wide apart and the impact leaves a sting that jimin's sure will last into the
night. she instinctively tries to squirm away, but jungkook keeps her grounded
by rubbing the blooming red mark and her pussy at the same time. both whines
and moans fight to come out of her mouth, leaving pathetic noises to thicken
the tension in the air.
"that was two. are you sure you can last through fifteen?" jungkook actually
fucking chuckles like this is amusing to him, and jimin should be mad about
that but she's not. it just fuels the burning pit of shame in her gut.
numbers three and four are somewhere between one and two in terms of how much
pain they cause, and just as jimin's expecting to receive a blow of the same
manner, jungkook hits her with the hardest strike he's given yet. between every
hit, he rubs her bottom and heat and it has jimin shaking all over, her feet
sliding against the carpet with the feeble attempt to squirm away.
jungkook decides to take a pause to anchor his arm around her waist, holding
her down as he slides two of his fingers inside her. "is it just me, or have
you gotten even wetter?"
"father--" jimin gasps out, the feeling of his thicker fingers stretching her
more than she's used to sending a rush up her body.
"jimin, do you recall the law of chastity?" jungkook hums, fingers deep inside
her as he places a sixth smack across her right cheek.
she jumps from the impact, clenching around jungkook's fingers in a way that
makes them both groan. "yes, father. no sex before marriage."
jungkook waits a moment before he spanks her again, lighter, and questions her
once more. "and?"
"a-and..." jimin moans quietly, instinctively grinding her hips against
jungkook's hand to try to get his fingers to move inside her. he strikes her
for the eighth time as a warning. her hips still.
"answer me, jimin." jungkook growls, pulling his fingers out of her and rubbing
her ass to prepare her for the final few blows. she whines at the loss of
something inside her, attempting to gather her thoughts.
"and that sex is solely for the purpose of procreation?" she tries, unsure if
that's the answer jungkook is looking for.
jungkook rewards her by rubbing her clit directly in soft, slow circles. "good,
that's right." the praise warms her, but then jungkook is slapping her ass
again, firmly and rough and she gasps once more. "so how does fucking yourself
create life, jimin?"
the shame eats away at her, only serving to increase her arousal. she buries
her face into jungkook's thigh before answering. "it doesn't, father."
the reply is followed immediately by a stinging slap that leaves jimin near
tears. she's shaking all over and even though the eleventh hit is much lighter,
it's still almost unbearable to take. almost.
"father, please." jimin whines around a sob, pushing herself up onto her hands.
jungkook pushes her back down and retorts by spanking her harshly. "stop."
jimin tries weakly, a tear slipping down her cheek.
jungkook pauses at that, raising a brow. "stop? do you remember the magic
words?"
jimin sniffles and nods her head subtly, letting jungkook know that she did,
indeed, remember the safe word set in place. but she had an aching desire to be
totally helpless to him, unable to force him to cease. it was wrecking her,
honestly. the need to be degraded and the feeling it brings. "please, father.
i've learned my lesson."
"no." jungkook says flatly as he slaps the back of her thigh to give her a
different sensation, deciding that her ass was already red enough. "you
haven't."
even though jungkook had struck a fresh area, jimin still cries out from the
force of the impact. "yes i have, please fa--"
the fourteenth strike lands on her other thigh, the sound of it ringing loud in
the small room and cuts off jimin's plea, causing her to gasp out and shake
uncontrollably. "no." jungkook reiterates with a growl, forcing his fingers
back inside of jimin to rub against that spot inside her that makes her moan
like the whore she is. "you haven't. and you never will, will you? you're a
needy little sinner, aren't you? asking me to lessen the burden of your
punishment that will help you find retribution with the lord."
as jungkook's moving his fingers inside of her, the meat of his palm rubs her
folds against her clit and suddenly, she can't stop moaning and crying out for
him "please, please, please, father, it hurts so bad."
jungkook chuckles darkly above her, soothing his hand over her pink bottom.
"oh, but doesn't it feel so good? this is your cleansing, jimin. purity does
not come without pain."
jungkook delivers the final strike to the back of her right thigh on the last
syllable of his speech, and the lasting sting of it makes her body to twitch,
feet shooting off the ground in an attempt to curl up into herself. at the same
time, jungkook presses his palm firmly against her clit and moves his hand
quicker and harder, forcing another orgasm out of her.
her walls clench around his fingers and she shouts, nearly falling out of
jungkook's lap and onto the ground. but he's quick enough to anchor his arm
around her waist again, letting her shake in his lap until the final tremors
dissipate.
she's gasping and twitching even after the shocks of her orgasm have left, even
as jungkook slides his fingers out and gently moves his arm out from under her.
he pets his clean hand through her hair, rubbing her sore bottom with the
other.
"shh..." he soothes, leaning down to kiss the back of her head. "you did so
well, you took every single hit so well. you're such a good girl, jimin. so
good for me."
the praise warms her in a way that she can't describe. it fills the empty
feeling all the degradation dug in her, makes her feel complete where she
didn't before. it's almost intoxicating. to be torn apart so erotically, and
put back together in a tender way.
"father." jimin whispers, growing restless in the boy's lap. he moves his hands
and helps her position face up, sitting on him with her legs over the arm of
the chair, curled up into a ball.
"shh, baby. right now i'm jungkook. you need to calm down a bit before we
decide if we should continue." he continues to pet her hair and begins to rub
the outside of her thigh, planting sweet kisses over her plump cheeks.
the sentiment makes jimin cry harder, emotions welling up inside of her and
pouring out as if a spout had ruptured. she buries her face in the crook of
jungkook's neck, sighing shakily as she clings onto the fabric of his shirt.
and he soothes her through it, occasionally wiping up her tears and smoothing
her hair into its proper place.
"are you okay?" jungkook asks quietly, timidly. as if he's unsure wether or not
he'd broken her. "i should have stopped sooner, i'm so sorry."
jimin shakes her head frantically, pulling back to look at him and cupping his
cheek in her palm. "no, no, it's okay i loved it. i just--"
jungkook's eyes are so full of worry that it's painful to look into them. she
drops her gaze to his mouth instead, which is set in a deep frown of concern.
"it all happened so fast." she sniffles, laughing humorlessly at herself. "i
didn't realize it, but the way you were... um," she stops; suddenly extremely
shy about the situation. "they way you were treating me. you know, like i was
worthless?"
jungkook's frown only deepens and jimin stumbles over her words to catch
herself because, no, she's trying to make jungkook feel reassured, not worse.
"i liked it a lot, don't get me wrong, maybe a lot more than i ever expected i
would, but it made me feel so empty-- which was good. it was so good."
by now, her face is the same shade as her ass. "but i felt so empty and then
afterward you treated me so sweet and lovingly and it filled me back up faster
than i could handle so i cried. i don't know why i cried because i wasn't sad
or hurt in a bad way or anything but-- yeah." she finishes her spiel with a
short, neat nod and fixes her gaze on the wall behind jungkook's head.
jungkook lets out a soft "ahh" of realization and smiles warmly at her. "you
probably went a little too deep into subspace at the last bit. good thing we
stopped when we did." he tilts his head, tucking a strand of her hair behind
her ear as he leans in to kiss her forehead softly.
jimin blinks. there's enough context clues for her to generally figure out what
that meant, but she was tired and still a bit hazy. "subspace?"
"it's when the sub gets their head too far into their role and can't discern
wether or not they should or need to stop the scene and use the safe word.
their dom is supposed to watch for the signs and go straight into aftercare the
second they catch onto it. i really should have been more careful, especially
since you're a beginner, and a fucking virgin, nonetheless--"
"hey." jimin stops him with her thumb swiping over his bottom lip, a bright
smile playing on her face. "i'm okay. and it was great. really, really great.
thank you."
the reassurance jimin gives seems to be enough for jungkook to at least stop
apologizing, so jimin decides to change the subject to help him stop dwelling
on it. "you seem really experienced with this-- this?"
"bdsm." jungkook offers, lips quirking up at the corners. "and yeah, i guess i
am. i've done hours of research, and i've practiced it a bit with taehyung
before you."
"taehyung?" jimin nearly shouts, sitting up a bit straighter. the small piece
of information shocks her probably more than the fact that she just came three
times in her church's confessional does.
jungkook laughs heartily, eyes squinting and wrinkling at the corners and, oh,
he's got such a pretty laugh. "yeah. don't tell him i told you, but he likes to
play kitty. and it's fucking cute and hot at the same time."
"oh." jimin says simply. she's not bothered knowing this, surprisingly. she
figured the knowledge that jungkook's been with and is with other people would
make her jealous or sad, but she's somewhat grateful for their relationship. if
jungkook fucking taehyung got him this good at dominating, and she got to
experience it because of that, she's happy.
"anyway." jungkook heaves a content sigh, patting her butt lightly. "let's put
some lotion on your cute butt so you can scoot it on home."
jimin frowns, curling up a bit more in his lap. "home? but you're still hard."
jungkook scoffs and rolls his eyes. "please. i'm only half hard, don't flatter
yourself." he chides, poking her nose. "and you've had quite enough for one
day, don't you think? i mean, i know you're probably already insatiable for me,
but isn't three orgasms where you should call it quits for now?"
her pout is killer, but it doesn't sway jungkook. she sighs and goes along with
his wishes, crawling off of his lap so he can move to the stand to retrieve the
lotion. the carpet on her bare ass stings so bad and she whines, rolling over
to lay on her stomach instead.
jungkook sighs and kneels on the ground, pushing her skirt up once again before
squeezing some lotion onto his palm, rubbing his hands together to warm it up a
bit. then, he smoothes his hands over her bottom, making gentle work of rubbing
the lotion into her hot skin.
she whines through it, knowing full well it's going to hurt to sit down in
class the next day. her thighs aren't as bad, but she whines just to whine as
jungkook rubs lotion into them, too.
"for someone who was practically begging me to hit them, you're complaining an
awful lot about the after effects."
"shut up." jimin says childishly, burying her face into the carpet even more.
jungkook simply chuckles behind her and rubs for a few more moments before he's
patting her lower back and pulling her skirt down.
"all done." he says, smiling fondly as jimin turns over and looks up at him.
there's a sort of longing and unsureness in her eyes, a pout of reluctance on
her lips. "you said you would... you know." she blushes, looking away.
"fuck you? god, you're so shy about this. good to know you aren't such a
shameless slut twenty-four seven."
the remark has a twinge going off in her gut, and she has to bite her lip to
control herself. "yeah, that."
jungkook reaches over the short distance to grab jimin's discarded panties,
holding them out to her. "i will, if you want. but later. you've seriously had
enough today. don't ask me again."
the tone of his voice toward the end is commanding like before, and jimin nods
in understanding, taking her panties and standing up slowly. "okay. later." she
agrees, bending to slide the fabric up her legs and under her skirt.
"same time next week?" jungkook asks, a hint of hopefulness in his voice.
"mhm." jimin hums, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "i confess every
sunday."
"good, i'll see you then." jungkook sees her out the door to the confessional,
and she stands up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. as she walks away,
jungkook calls out to her again. "oh, jimin?"
she turns around and hums, surprised to find jungkook standing right behind
her. he grabs onto the chain slung around her neck, tugging softly. "i want
this." his fingers play with the ring, thumbing the edge of it as he stares
into her eyes. "i'm thinking of starting a collection."
her face feels hot again, and she gently takes the ring from his hand to tuck
it under her blouse. "you'll have to break it off of me."
jungkook grins. "i'm sure that won't be an issue. and i'm gonna need you to
read up a bit on your new favorite subject. i'll have taehyung give you some
links."
"what, about bdsm? god, don't tell taehyung about this. he'll never look at me
the same." her face flushes more, if possible, and she feels totally
exasperated by the fact that jungkook just keeps embarrassing her time after
time. it's beginning to become tiring.
jungkook laughs and shakes his head, patting her cheek. "trust me, he's been
expecting this."
"what have you guys been talking about?"
"nothing, nothing." jungkook says, and after a quick kiss on the cheek, he's
ushering her to the front door. "go on, i gotta lock up. my dad's gonna be
wondering where i am."
jimin laughs, covering her mouth with a hand. "tell him you were so enthralled
by genesis that you had to read it twenty times."
jungkook gives her an exasperated look, pointedly shutting the door in front of
her. "good bye, jimin."
she can't wait for her next confession.
End Notes
     ggguh so the ending is bad but hey it's literally over 11,000 words
     of smut so what did y'all expect, a good ending? please .
     and as a note/warning: this story was pure fiction and fantasy. not
     only should you not desecrate a religious building like this, you
     should also absolutely, !!!under no circumstances!!!, engage in such
     heavily bdsm influenced practices with someone you hardly know.
     seriously. i wish i could have built their relationship a bit more,
     but it was already so long and i'm no good with chaptered fics so i
     needed this to be a oneshot ;;;; but bdsm is about trust first and
     foremost and while i did incorporate the consent factor and had them
     establish a safe word before they engaged in anything serious, it's
     not a good idea to let a near stranger hit you!
     please be safe, loves, and thank you so much for reading!!
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