JJBA Oneshots

Kinktober 2; Enrico Pucci.

A/N:

Prompt 2, sex work.

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Everything was per usual as you prepared for your next appointment; you washed up and tidied your Inn room and shaved to your liking. It was the usual time for appointments such as these, 11:00pm, and when your customer left hollow knocks on the door you expected nothing different than the average sex buyer. What you were not expecting however, was to open the door and meet a Priest, still adorned in his robes and all. You were a bit off-put, he had not even bothered to change out of his holy garments, prepared to defile them so disrespectfully? But perhaps he was into that, plus he most likely had a washer, and as a Catholic he always had repentance; you decided it was none of your business, and welcomed him into your room. He was quiet, and when you asked what he would like to be called he forked out a sheepish, "Father Pucci." 

Despite his soft dialogue, he was heavy handed- kissing and sucking and groping at your skin as if he had never touched a woman before. Hungry and needing, before you knew it he was hovered over you; driving himself in and out of your pussy while his lips continued bruising at your neck. His dark features twisted with pleasure, while your nails scraped at his back. His cockhead hammered into your g-spot unrelentingly, making you mewl out. He muttered things in Italian under his breath, the unfamiliar words whispered into your ear driving you further to your brink with his soft, deep tone.
Sweat beaded at his forehead, his beautiful complexion illuminated by the warm light of the lamp on the bedside table; he really was a beautiful man, a man chiseled by the hand of God himself. Perhaps an Angel, you thought.

The thrusting of his hips only increased, feeling as if he was driving himself further into you if that were somehow even possible- he felt like he was on cloud nine; no wonder this was your job. You were an amazing fucking lay; not that he'd had anything to compare it to recently, but damn. He felt almost pussy-drunk, entranced by the way your face contorted as you rode the waves of what you wished was never-ending pleasure, by the noises you made. He was blessed to have been matched with you when he contacted your 'agent'.

And within a flash it was over. His sticky cum spilled on your lower stomach, and he heaved and panted on the bed next to you while your chest rose and fell heavily itself. Far too soon. He wished he could stay inside of you forever. He ran a hand across his face, collecting the moisture as he recomposed himself, glancing over your still-naked form on the bed beside him. In that moment he made a split second decision.

"I'll pay you for another hour"