Prompt: NSFW

Rose fucks priest!Dimitri au

This is sex in a church, if you don't like it, please don't read.


Smoke filled the air, puffs floating past deep red lips. Standing in the shadows of an alley, Rose held the butt back to her lips and breathed deeply, letting the bitter taste fill her mouth. It didn't do much, there was no head rush anymore, and now it was simply something to do. No one looked twice when she stood against the wall and smoked.

Most times, it was useful. Men and women would come to her, asking for a light or to share a puff. All it took was a well-timed brushing of hands and a sinful smirk, and Rose had her next meal for the night.

She went by many names—the thing she was—but the closest was a succubus. Oozing sexual desire and craving the pleasure of flesh on flesh. Rose craved seeing that moment that their eyes rolled back and broken sounds of ecstasy slipped between their parted lips.

But lately, it all felt the same.

She wanted something different— a challenge.

And that was why she stood in the shadows of the church in the middle of the city. Towering walls in a gothic style, gargoyles adorning the top pillars. They are meant to ward off evil, but they wouldn't be stopping her tonight.

Rose had watched the church for the past four days, her next prize to claim inside those hallowed walls. He held himself to the standards of a pure man, good in the eyes of the lord and clinging to the hopes of taking his vows tomorrow.

A smirk pulled at her lips—Dimitri would not be a pure man once she was done with him.

Tossing the butt to the ground, Rose scuffed it with the heel of her boots and then crossed the empty street into the church. She knew he would be there still, fretting over the sins of his soul; one last chance to repent before he stood before the eyes of the lord tomorrow and lowered to his knees in His name.

Rose had many plans to bring him to his knees, except the name Dimitri would be saying is hers.

The heavy wooden doors closing behind her echoed through the empty building, dimly lit with just the candles that lined the walls and the lights from the street shining through the windows. Her eyes swept the building, a tingling under her skin and the hairs stood on the back of her neck—he was here.

There was something about him that called to her, unlike anyone had before. Her body shivered in anticipation of what she planned for the night.

He was standing at the front of the church, a wick in hand as he lit the tall candles; the flicking lights highlighting the sharp angles of his face. Shoulder-length hair framed his face, and the usual black dress shirt and pants clung to him, unable to hide the built body underneath. Something that was too glorious to not be shared.

The heels of her boots clicked on the stone tiles, alerting him of Rose's presence. Dimitri didn't even have to turn around to know who arrived, shoulders tensing and blowing out the light on the wick. It wasn't her first time visiting him in the middle of the night.

Dimitri cautiously turned, face guarded as he took in Rose's appearance. Her dress was tight, like another layer of skin with how it stretched across her hips and breast, barely covering everything, her leather jacket and black thigh highs covered the rest. The sliver of skin between the black stocking and red dress was tantalising to others, but Dimitri kept his eyes firmly on her eyes.

"You came back," he stated, a hint of distress in his tone, voice strained.

Rose sashayed the rest of the way to the front, fingertips brushing over the edges of the pews, following the carving in the wood. "I thought I would give you another chance," she smirked, locking eyes with him. "Don't you want to try to save my soul?"

He sighed, clasping his hands behind his back, "You aren't here to hear my sermons, Rose."

"Sure I am." Rose lowered herself to the seat of the front pew, crossing her legs purposely so that he would have seen a flash of underwear if he was looking. "Tell me the one about the fires of hell again. I liked that one," she laughed, red lips pulled into a smile that made many knees buckle.

Rose always had an ability to draw others to her, a pull that made her near irresistible to others, but Dimitri was resilient. He made her work for it—maybe that was why she couldn't give him up. With calculated movements, she shrugged off her jacket, exposing bare shoulders, breasts pushed up by the material of the dress.

She knew how she looked, and how to use her body to get what she wanted. Just the smallest hint of attention from Dimitri—the quickest flick of his eyes to her bare skin sent a rush through her.

Sure, Rose could pull out all of the stops, and throw everything at him so that Dimitri bent to her will, but she wanted him to give in freely. She wanted him to beg for it.

He had to want it.

Dimitri was a god-fearing man, but he was also curious about the world outside of the church walls. There was a spark in him that she wanted to fan into a flame.

"After tonight, I won't be able to visit again," she stated, the smallest hint of her disappointment seeping into her tone.

Dimitri cocked his head to the side, wary but intrigued by the woman that visited him in the middle of the night. There was something about her that drew him in. He could see hints of the same loneliness he felt at times, but he also knew she was dangerous.

He kept a distance between them, almost at the other end of the pew when he sat. "Why is that?"

She tilted her head up, eyes on the ceiling above, "I can't touch you once you're His."

"We are all God's children," Dimitri replied, somewhat confused by Rose. She never appeared evil, but she wasn't good either.

His words make her laugh, "No, we aren't." Rose focused on him, body angling towards him. "Are you sure you want to give this all up?" She gestured a hand to the world outside the wooden doors, but Dimitri's eyes moved down her body instead. He swallowed thickly, turning away to rid himself of the temptation.

Since a child, Dimitri found peace in being a part of the church. It was his safe haven when growing up, where he searched for a way to help his mother. He found the resolution to do what was needed to keep his family safe and then dedicated himself to repent for the sin of raising a hand to his father.

No one ever made him reconsider his choices—not until Rose showed up. She called to a side of him he didn't realise he had buried.

"This is my path in life, Rose. I am prepared to give myself to it," Dimitri replied firmly. Nodding his head to solidify it to himself. This was his path.

She inched closer, sliding across the smooth wood, "You aren't curious?"

Dimitri looked back at Rose, she had moved faster than he had thought possible, thigh almost touching his. She wore such an angelic face for one that spoke like the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

"Don't you want to know what you are giving up?"

He licked his lips. "I've made my choice."

Rose shifted closer, hand brushing the ends of his hair. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, looking up at him through her eyelashes, "You haven't taken the vow yet."

The flame of the candles flickered in her eyes, the colours dancing and making her look almost bewitching. Dimitri became lost in her eyes, brown meeting brown and the heat of her body reached his.

"Don't you want to know, Dimitri?" Rose lifted to rest a knee on the wood beside him, her head dipping to be beside his, breath fanning his cheek, "Don't you want to know what it would feel like?"

Dimitri's fingers twitched, itching to touch what was being offered. He couldn't break eye contact—couldn't deny how enticing her words were. "I can't, Rose," he argued, though the words were weak.

His eyes darted to her lips as her tongue wet her lips. Rose angled her head, closing the distance between them, "Don't be afraid to give into your desires."

Rose's lips brushed against his, barely any pressure, but it sent a spark through them both. When she pulled back, Dimitri only hesitated a moment before he moved forward to return the kiss. Satisfaction swept through her, knowing he had chosen this.

Nails dragged through his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she threw her leg up and straddled his lap. Dimitri was shocked at the feeling of it all, the strength of his desire. A voice in his head was screaming that it was wrong, as another louder voice said it was exactly what he wanted.

His hands came to rest on her waist, not touching a woman in such a way since he was in high school. He was twenty-four, yet never laid with another in a carnal way.

When Rose lowered herself to grind their hips together, Dimitri wondered why he shied away from the experience. Her lips moved against his, taking control and leading him, her hold on his hair used to angle his head as she wanted. Dimitri was at her mercy, and he struggled to remember why that was wrong.

Breaking their kiss but not slowing the roll of her hips, Rose looked down at Dimitri. "Do you want me?"

Dimitri gazed at her, taking in the sight of her bathed in red light, street lights shining through stained glass. Rose was a temptress—he was being tested.

"I can't–"

Rose shushed him, open-mouth kisses pressed along his jaw. "Don't think about what He wants. Tell me what you want."

What he wanted?

Dimitri wanted her.

Dimitri slid his fingers into the long trestles of hair, wrapping them around her curls and pulling her mouth back to his. "I want you, Roza."

Her lips were like a drug; the more he felt and tasted, the more he wanted. Bewitching was right to describe Rose. Dimitri was under her spell and falling deeper with each kiss and caress.

He knew he should stop. They were in a church, before the very spot the head priest would give his sermons. Dimitri knew he should care and yet, he felt a haze around him and all he could focus on was Rose.

The material of her skirt had ridden up, there was no covering her anymore, Rose took his hands and dragged them down until his fingers were spread over the burning skin of her thighs. He jolted back in surprise, broken from the trance he had fallen into.

"No. This is wrong," Dimitri declared. Carefully, but quickly pushing Rose off of him, Dimitri climbed to his feet, putting distance between them. "We are in a church."

"It's not the worst place I've done it," Rose laughed, dropping back to the pew, arms lounged over the back. "You didn't seem to care a second ago when my tongue was in your mouth." Her fingers danced along the hem of her dress, tugging it up to show the laced edge of her underwear, "I can use my tongue in other places too."

His eyes widened, spinning on his heel so his back was to her. "You should leave."

"Is that what you really want?"

Heels clicked on the ground, stepping closer to him.

"I don't think it is," she whispered behind him, nails dragging down his back and making his body shiver. "I think you want me, Dimitri."

His restraint was waning, chipped away at with each touch.

"Take me."

Dimitri turned and took Rose into his arms; he swore to never give into sin, and yet he couldn't deny himself the sin of the flesh. He didn't hold himself back this time, greedily moving his hands down her toned body. He felt like a moth drawn to a flame, so warm to the touch — like a warning that he was playing with fire.

Rose would burn him, but it didn't stop him from pulling her closer.

Her body bowed to his, breast thrust up against his chest. Though Rose's outfit didn't leave much to the imagination, it enticed him to know what she looked like underneath. The thoughts she brought him were not the ones of a priest about to give vows.

Fingers curled around his collar, tugging Dimitri forward so he took a step, and then another. Dimitri's lips remained attached to Rose's, giving in to her to lead him where she wanted. A gasp left Dimitri's lip as Rose spun him around and pushed him into a small room—the confessional box.

"What are you–"

Rose's finger brushed his lips, "Don't question it. Just enjoy." She leaned forward and let her hands trail down Dimitri's chest and stomach, a devilish smile as she reached his thighs.

Dimitri was on the small wooden seat in the confessional; this was a place to confess one's sins, not to commit them, yet he didn't push Rose away when she dropped to her knees between his. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and then dragged down the zip.

"I want you to say a prayer, Dimitri," she instructed, hand slipping through the opening of his underwear and pulling out his member. He was already hardening just from her touch. "Only, instead of saying His name, I only want you to say mine."

Warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, wet tongue flicking across the tip. Dimitri's fingers buried in Rose's hair and held on as every nerve in his body lit up. The intensity was unlike anything he had experienced before. Even the one time he had partaken in this as a teenager paled in comparison.

Rose knew what she was doing, flattening her tongue against the underneath and sliding down until he hit the back of her throat. Immodest sounds fell from his lips, a hand covering his mouth to prevent any more. To be making such sounds—to be taking part in such an act within the walls of the church was wrong.

Rose's eyes flicked to his and then her mouth released him. She reached for his hand and took it from his face, taking both wrists and resting his palms on the back of her head. "I told you to say my name. Fuck my mouth, and don't you dare cover your mouth again."

Again she took his member in her mouth, swallowing him down to the base instantly. Rose held his hands to her hair until his fingers curled around the strands, tugging them as he released a shuddered breath. At first, he was gentle, the slightest of pressure as her head moved up and down, but as Rose began to move in earnest, his hips rolled in response.

"Rose." It was a whisper, barely audible over his laboured breath, but Rose heard him and doubled her efforts to make him lose control. The muscles of his thighs and stomach flexed, fingers tightening in her hair and starting to encourage her to move faster, hips snapping up to meet her throat. "Rose, Rose. Roza."

With each thrust into the wet heat of her mouth, he was brought a step closer. Rose hollowed her cheeks and sucked as she swirled her tongue. Feeling him give into the pleasure that she gave made her feel powerful. Each time her name fell from his lips was like a prize.

A laugh bubbled up her throat when she pulled away from him and Dimitri tried to guide her back down. With glazed eyes, he stared up at her in confusion and lust. The look on his face was perfect and Rose committed it to memory. She caught his lips, slipping her tongue between them.

"You didn't think I would just give this all for free, did you?" Rose teased, barely an inch between their faces as she spoke, "I expect something in return."

Dimitri's eyes widened; a hint of fear in them. Slowly, he licked his lips, "What do you want?"

Rose stood up, towering over him with her heels. She looked down at him, a cool expression on her face. "On your knees."

"What?"

Her eyes narrowed. "You heard me. Kneel."

At a loss of what else to do, craving release too much to deny her, Dimitri lowered himself to his knees. His face was now at her hips, Rose didn't move back to allow room between them.

When he looked up at her, Rose wore a satisfied smile, her hand stroking his cheek tenderly. "Good. Now take off my panties."

There was a slight tremor to his hands as he reached for her, pushing up the material of her dress to reveal the black lace underwear underneath. He couldn't take his eyes from hers, holding them as he hooked a finger on each side and slid them down. Rose stepped out of them once they were on the ground, fingers tracing the lines of Dimitri's face before threading them through his hair.

"I want you to show me," she started, lifting her leg to drape it over his shoulder as his hands moved to hold the back of her thighs. "Prove to me how much you want me, Dimitri. Make me come with your mouth, and I will do things to you that will make you see the face of God."

Dimitri hesitated. This felt more sacrilegious, yet the thought of pleasing Rose seduced him. He thought of how it felt when she was on her knees for him—giving her the same attention made a thrill go through him. With anticipation, Dimitri leaned forward, eyes dropping down.

Having her leg hitched up gave him more access, hands gripping her flesh to pull her forward until his nose brushed the short curls at the apex of her thighs. His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously before he tilted his head and pressed against the lips of her core. Starting slow, he separated the folds with his tongue, licking and lapping until Rose gasped above him and tensed the leg on his shoulder.

Just as he had with her, Rose gripped his hair and pushed his face in closer, encouraging him to do it again. Her head lolled to the side, the other hand braced on the wall for support, though Dimitri's hold on her felt secure enough that she wasn't afraid he would drop her. He wasn't the first man she commanded on his knees, both men and women had received the same order she gave Dimitri, but he was the first to make her feel this good.

Dimitri was inexperienced, it showed as he fumbled, feeling out what was right and what to do next, but he was eager. He was enjoying it and determined to make sure Rose did as well.

Rose moaned, praising him so he knew he was doing the right thing. When she used the hold on his hair to angle or shifted his mouth, Dimitri easily gave in, obediently following orders and rapidly flicking and darting his tongue into her core as she rode his face.

It was a line more than an expectation for him to make her come just from his mouth. Rose thought it would be more of a way to tease him, taunt him for his inexperience, but she felt close. Her skin prickled and waves of heat moved up her stomach and chest, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Fuck, Dimitri. Don't stop," she mewed, hips rolling more vigorously. Sexual pleasure sated a deep need within her; it was like a hungry that could bleed a man dry if she craved it enough. That urge never truly went away—always begging for more. She could tell that Dimitri was going to be satisfying.

Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, a loud moan ripping from her throat as her head fell back. Brown eyes glowed red for a moment as Rose reached her peak. It was a rush of energy, rejuvenating her and making her want more. She needed more.

Dimitri kept going, working her through the orgasm. Rose tightened her hold so he was locked in place, a sinful smirk aimed at him. "On your knees and worshipping me. What would your God say, Dimitri?" He froze, but she didn't relent. "What would he think of the deliciously impure things you're going to do to me?"

She allowed Dimitri to draw back enough that his eyes met hers.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

Indecision swirled in his eyes, weighing the scales of whether the sins were worth it. Rose held her breath, wondering if he wasn't as close to giving into the lust as she thought. But then his eyes hardened. "Show me," he replied firmly.

With a surprising amount of strength, Dimitri lifted Rose off her feet, leg still over his shoulder and rose off his knees. He spun them and pressed her back to the wall, the shift in height brought their hips together and both hissed in pleasure.

Dimitri's eyes found hers, "Show me what I'm missing."

Heat washed through Rose; she wanted him more than she had wanted anyone. "Take your pants off."

Lust filled Dimitri's eyes, the brown almost completely covered by his pupil. He would be feeding off the energy she naturally gave off; it's what kept her partners going. Some would become so lost in the feeling that they would become addicted to the feeling—to the high she gave.

Dimitri lowered Rose to her feet, but she didn't release him. She dragged his head down to hers and pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, moving against him and deepening the kiss as her hands made quick work of his clothes. Soon he was exposed, clothes discarded to the ground at their feet before she reached behind her and pulled down the zip of her dress.

His eyes widened in wonder and awe as her body was revealed, mouth salivating and wanting to explore every inch of her tanned skin. Rose was perfect. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, fingers dancing up the sides of her toned stomach and then ghosting over her full breasts. "So beautiful, it hurts."

She gripped the back of his neck again, guiding him around so he sat on the bench again. The weight of his gaze made a feeling burst in her chest, shivering from it. She felt wanted. Dressed in only her stockings now, Rose knew that she had Dimitri completely at her mercy.

Hands on his shoulders, Rose placed a knee on each side and climbed onto his lap for the second time that night—this time, he wouldn't be pushing her away.

Dimitri was hard and ready, the tip red and swollen from how desperate he wanted release. He watched silently as Rose took him in hand and angled him as she lowered herself. He thought her mouth had felt amazing, but this was like perfection, tight and hot, her slick walls making it easy for him to glide in.

Rose bit her bottom lip, holding back moans at how well he filled her, taking a moment once her hips were flush against his. "How's that feel? Seeing the face of God yet?" she murmured. Before he could reply, she grounded her hips and made him groan low in pleasure. "Remember Dimitri, say my name, not His."

Using Dimitri as leverage, Rose started to lift herself on her knees and then dropped back down. She wasn't starting slow; she wanted to watch Dimitri come undone and see his eyes roll to the back of his head. She wanted to see him feel complete rapture as she rode his cock.

Dimitri's hands clasped at her hips, fingers digging into the flesh, lost in the sensations as Rose worked herself up and down his length. She would change the angle and the pace, watching him closely to see exactly what he liked and then edged him with it.

It was sweet torture.

And Dimitri was willing to suffer it.

The lying of two people was spoken of in the bible as a sacred act, never once had he heard it mentioned that it could feel like this. He didn't know how he could feel such pleasure—how he almost never experienced it.

Rose promised that he would see the face of God, and he was—it just wasn't what he expected.

Dimitri stared at Rose, taking in everything part of her, the way her body moved, the beauty of her. It wasn't just that she was beautiful in the way she looked, which she was—the most beautiful woman he had seen, but it was more than that. He was drawn to the person she was; the one that would tease him with a smirk that would make his stomach twist in anticipation.

He watched in awe as her lips parted and her chest rose from exertion—the sight was memorising. Watching Rose right now felt like seeing an angel.

Dimitri's hips snapped up to meet hers, both working together to find release; he wasn't going to last much longer and Rose knew it. She took his hands off her hip and placed them over her breast. Fingers and thumbs started to pinch and pull her nipples without needing to be told.

The closer he got, the more she felt—it was building. Muscles tensing and skin prickling.

"Say my name," she ordered, picking up her pace again.

Dimitri twisted her nipples, desire-filled eyes locked on hers, praising, "Roza."

"Louder."

"Roza. Roza." Her name fell like a prayer, and he was worshipping her. At that moment, she was all that mattered to him. Dimitri caught the back of her head and drew her to him, lips locking as the other hand took her hip again, pulling her down forcefully as he thrust up.

The wood of the confessional creaked from the frantic motions. Moans and the slapping of flesh filled the silence and echoed through the empty church.

Rose broke the kiss as the tension snapped—both coming undone as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over them. Rose was feeding off the energy and pleasure Dimitri felt, his hips snapping up and burying himself deep inside her. He shook each time her walls fluttered around his cock, prolonging each other's orgasm.

It was like a buffet for Rose, eyes glowing again, a ring of red shining as the need of her body was fed. It was like nothing she had felt before.

Never had she felt so sated after fucking someone, but Dimitri was like a drug—one that she already wanted to experience again.

A sharp intake of breath drew Rose's attention, feeling Dimitri stiffen under her. Blinking to focus her eyes and willing the red away again, she met a look of fear.

"What are you?"

Rose rolled her hips, leaning close to Dimitri, "I told you, Dimitri, we aren't all children of God."


Yep. I am going to hell, but it was so worth it.