𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

VI | II

TRIGGER WARNING
-dubious consent lolz
-toji goes kinda feral oop ig

★・・・★

CHAPTER — II
part six

IF HE was the depraved father, then what did that make you ? The depraved little girl, surely.

As he carried you, in his arms all you could think about was how good he smelled, you were not able to name what exactly his scent reminded you off, but it was something akin to smoke, it was a heavy, smokey scent that enveloped your senses.

What was his name already ? Dad ? Father ? You were not sure, it was as if your brain was filled with cotton, feeling as you were slowly floating away with the man as your only anchor. You curled your arms around his neck, burrowing your head in it as he walked into the church. It was deadly silent and calm in a way that would usually make your insides twist with only his steps echoing in the room. Candles lit one by one as he reached the high marble table that was at the back, right after the multiple rows of benches.

He gently put your body down and sat you up like a marionnette, and you were still only eye-level to him.

You briefly thought you could release yourself from this floaty state if you tried hard enough, however you did not even attempt to do so. Why would you ? You felt good, weightless and thoughtless. Why would you want to leave ? You couldn't tell where your body started and where it ended, however you could feel a slow, hot pulse in your core, begging for attention.

When you noticed his body pulling away, you tightened your hold on him, refusing to let go. He effortlessly untangled your hands with a small laugh, and you felt its rumble vibrating in his broad chest. He grabbed a Bible that had apparently been left on the table and put it on the floor. He then went to take what looked like a first-aid box. He lifted your knee with one hand, making your dress slide up and expose a bit of your thighs. His breath hitched and his eyes shook but they wouldn't leave your bloody legs, "So sweet," he groaned lowly, seemingly in pain.

He then seemed to ponder for a moment, "Well, I did say I'd take care of them for you..." He whispered, mostly to himself before deciding, "Father Fushiguro is going to take care of you, baby."

Father Fushiguro ? Was that his name ? Regardless of your confusion, you whined when you felt him swipe a cotton pad over your injury, disinfecting the wound. It didn't even sting. He then placed a band-aid over your knee, and proceeded to repeat the process for your second leg.

He put the first aid box down and cupped your cheeks, forcing your glazed eyes to meet his intense ones. He leaned closer, his cold breath hitting your lips. "My perfect, perfect girl." He said against your lips, contemplating you with a look full of adoration. The heat in your body grew once more with the depth of his voiced curling around your insides and you mewled.

He dipped his thumb inside your mouth.

"F-father—" you babbled, you mouth full, and Father Fushiguro shushed you gently, moving his hand to rest on your chin and he slid his finger deeper, reaching your throat. You gagged, spit dribbling down your chin.

The light from the candles, cascading on his face made him look nothing short of ethereal and inhuman, casting a gloomy and ghostly glow over his features. The corners of his lips lifted, ever so slightly, slowly, as he smiled, but it never reached his eyes. He locked his other hand around your throat, feeling your throat bop as you swallowed down a whimper. "Perfect," he growled.

You whimpered at his words. The wetness was pooling in your core growing and spreading through to your underwear, and through your dress.

Something was missing, you didn't know what, this was your first time being so physically close to anyone like this, and from where you were, you could clearly see his crimson red eyes, mixing a drop of green. He was handsome, devilishly handsome, as handsome as sin. Your mind was clouded with pure need and want as you drank him in. You lower region had never felt so empty.