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written by mina leigh ΰ¨ΰ§ , charlie mayhew π gn! reader | wc 4K
summary. you stumble upon charlie playing with himself, moaning and whimpering your name. hearing him sound so pathetic and ridiculous gets you a little too excited. you enter and handle him.
labels. sub! charlie mayhew, dom gn! reader
warnings. religious themes, emotional manipulation, explicit physical tension, obvious power dynamic. suggestive language, anal penetration w/ fingers (character receiving). sexual themes. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
β§βΛ ΰ¨ΰ§ mina speaks. not enough sub charlie content, i was ravenous for it, seriously. he may be my new celebrity crush.
the church at night was always unnervingly quiet. the echoes of your footsteps on the cold stone floor seemed to bounce off the high ceilings, disappearing into the vast darkness above. the dim light of the candles scattered along the altar barely provided enough warmth to cut through the chill of the sanctuary. you werenβt entirely sure why you had come here tonight, but something had drawn you to this place, to him.
father charlie mayhew was always a figure of control β his rigid posture, his cold, watchful eyes, his unwavering adherence to the churchβs rules. he carried himself like a man burdened with unseen weight, but no one ever seemed to notice the cracks beneath the surface. until tonight.
as you passed the confessional booth near the back of the sanctuary, a sound caught your attention. it was soft, barely audible at first β a low whimper then followed by a moan, a voice murmuring in the dark. instinctively, you stopped, listening.
β y/n β¦β
the whisper of your name was unmistakable. it was desperate, broken, almost β¦ pathetic. you smirked, stepping closer to the booth. there was a tension in the air now, something thick and heavy that made your skin prickle with anticipation. you pressed your ear to the wooden door, the grain of the wood cool against your cheek, and listened.
β y/n β¦β
he said it again, your name spilling from his lips like a confession, filled with a kind of longing you had never heard from him before. the sound of it sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something deep inside you β something dark, something you didnβt quite recognize but welcomed all the same.
without hesitation, you pushed open the door to the booth, stepping inside.
there he was β father charlie mayhew, on his knees, his face all scrunched up, his pants down to his ankles, hand on his dick, trembling. his usual composed, controlled demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and fragile. the sight of him like this, pent up, sent a thrill through you that you couldnβt explain. he looked so small, so pathetic in this moment, whimpering your name like a woman.
the man looked completely blissed out, his head thrown back his eyes screwed shut, he was grunting in pure pleasure.
you shut the door behind you softly, the sound making him flinch. his head snapped up, and his wide, panicked eyes met yours. for a moment, you simply stared at each other, the weight of the situation settling between you like an invisible force. he looked terrified, ashamed, like he had been caught in some great sin.
you felt a flicker of satisfaction at his fear. you had never seen him like this before β so utterly powerless. the rigid, controlling priest who always held himself above others now sat at your feet, trembling like a sinner before judgment.
β charlie,β you said softly, your voice cutting through the silence like a knife. β what are you doing? β
he didnβt answer right away. his mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. he looked lost, confused, as if he didnβt know how to explain himself. he sat and shifted his legs to cover his hard - on, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
β i β¦ i didnβt mean β¦β he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. β i shouldnβt have ββ
β you were saying my name, β you interrupted, stepping closer to him, your presence filling the small space. β why? β
he flinched again at your question, his eyes darting away from yours. shame colored his pale features, and for a moment, he looked like he might try to deny it. but you didnβt let him. you knelt down beside him, so close now that you could feel the heat and his huffs of sexual frustration radiating off his trembling body.
β look at me, β you commanded softly, your voice firm but not unkind. your hand reached out, fingers brushing against his jaw, tilting his face toward you. he hesitated for a moment, but then his gaze met yours. you just about crushed him when you leaned down putting your hands on his waist pinching them hard for support, as your forehead met his.
he swallowed hard, his adamβs apple bobbing in his throat, and when he finally spoke, his voice was barely more than a whisper. β iβveβ¦ fallen. β
there was something almost pathetic about the way he said it, the words carrying the weight of his guilt. this was a man who had built his entire life on control, on denying himself the very things that made him human, and now here he was, confessing his failure to you.
β fallen? β you echoed, your hand still gently holding his face. β from what, charlie? β
his breath hitched at the sound of his name on your lips, and you could see the conflict in his eyesβthe desire to pull away, to regain control, warring with the need to surrender. he was so close to breaking, and the thought of it sent a thrill through you. he had spent so long standing above everyone else, holding himself apart, and now he was crumbling.
you moved your hands down his waist. one grabbing his cock and another gently caressing his entrance.
you rubbed the slit, already lubricated with pre - cum. you then coated your fingers in your own saliva and spit right on his hole, he looked dazed. completely aware on what was going on yes, but not entirely opposed by your actions.
you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. β tell me, charlie. β
his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if he were trying to gather his thoughts. when he spoke again, his voice was barely audible, a confession laced with shame. β iβve had thoughtsβ¦ impure thoughts. β
you, with caution started pumping his tortured dick, gripping it tightly but with slow strokes. you started pushing your digits slowly into his ass, pushing in and out gradually. his body yearned for more as your fingers were coated in his juices and his hole kept sucking your fingers back in.
he grunted softly, his eyes furrowed slightly as you finger fucked him. perhaps from pain, besides this was his first time.
the admission hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. his face flushed with humiliation, and you could see the way his body tensed then relaxed, as if he were bracing himself for judgment. but you didnβt judge him. instead, you felt a strange sense of satisfaction at his confession, the knowledge that he had been thinking of you in ways he knew he shouldnβt.
β thoughts of me? β you asked, your tone careful, measured.
he shuddered, his head dropping in shame, and for a moment, he didnβt answer. but then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. you could feel the power shift between you then, the control slipping from his grasp as he sat there, trembling before you.
you let the silence stretch out for a moment, watching him struggle with the weight of his own admission. it was a strange kind of thrill, knowing that you had this power over him β a man who had always held himself so far above you, now kneeling at your feet, begging for your forgiveness, for your understanding.
β you poor thing, β you murmured, your hand moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. β youβve been suffering all alone, havenβt you? β
β j-just like t-that! β
you twisted your fingers around hitting his sweet spot, adding another finger for the fun of it. digging in deeper.
β y-y/n! im getting cl-close! β he stuttered out in a moan as he nodded again, his breath shaky, and you could feel the tension in his body as he leaned into your touch. it was a subtle surrender, but it was enough. he was giving in.
you smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. β you donβt have to suffer anymore, β you whispered. β you can let go. you can give in. cum by my fingers charlie. β
he shuddered again, his breath catching in his throat, and for a moment, you thought he might push you away. but then, slowly, tentatively, he leaned into you, his body relaxing just enough for you to know he had surrendered. he was yours now, completely and utterly at your mercy.
you pumped his cock faster, faster and faster. feeling his hole tighten up from the pressure, his pretty face glistening with sweat. moaning progressively louder in your ear.
he cummed, landing on his chest and hitting his bottom lip. he opened his eyes and looked at you almost lovingly, catching his breathe he asked ..
β kiss me. β
and so you did, he accepted it like it was his last meal. you easily won him in dominance.
β t-thank you .. β
β youβre welcome, β you whispered, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair, pulling him closer. β now, let me help you.β
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might have to write something for him β‘