Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

t h i r t e e n

"Just something about the way the word Jesus leaves your lips makes me so horny."

I stood there. The doors, which were previously closed, pushed open and slowly closing behind me. My braids hung off my shoulders, touching the bare skin there. The number of eyes on my body was enough to make a girl's entrance feel known. Most of them being those of middle-aged men and women accompanied by their children.

The heads turned almost simultaneously toward their prior attention. As the old man at the front of the room went on about today's lecture my eyes scanned the room for a particular head of curly hair.

Instead of the unruly hair, I was greeted by the pale jade eyes and an open jaw. It was clear that my presence was unknown to him as it was also unaware of me no more than an hour ago.

After our last little get together I knew I'd have to have him again. Something about making someone as holy as a saint sin just did things to me. I couldn't get enough of him, and I knew he couldn't get enough of me either.

A smirk came to my lips as I saw that there was an entire row empty next to him and who I was assuming was his parents. I slowly made my way over to the aisle, not gaining much attention from others as the balding man kept talking about something God-related.

I was starting to remember why I didn't come to these things.

I walked into the row, nearing Harry, who now had moved his gaze towards the front pretending to not notice my presence. My legs brushed against the bibles and hymns stored in the pocket on the back of the benches every couple feet or so.

As I approached Harry I could see his chest visibly rise and fall at a faster pace. He was nervous I was going to pull a stunt. Pull something so much as a sin in such a holy place.

He was right to be nervous.

I didn't care where we were, nor who was around. And I knew he wouldn't either. Not once his lust kicks in and he starts to become the controlling, dominant person I know he is. All it takes is a little push.

While going to sit down, I picked up a bible on the way. My ass nearly in Harry's face. He heard a nervous cough come out of him once I sat down. I could feel his mother's disapproving glare on me as I was in such close proximity to her son. The no-good whore tainting her precious saint of a son.

Ignoring the glare, I took my seat next to Harry. My fingers wrapped around the binding of the book, tapping aimlessly. The priest at the front of the room reading off scriptures that followed along with the "moral lesson" for the week. Soon enough he left to allow the band to follow along with spiritual hymns to which everyone stood for.

As the entire room rose and started to rise, I remained seated mainly for the sake of viewing Harry's behind. But instead of following along with the hymns I saw him lean over to whisper something to his mother. She replied with nothing more than a nod and left the aisle, walking past his mother and to the corner of the room. There I saw him waiting by a boxed-in room which two doors and from what I could tell a wall in between them.

Instead of following him immediately I decided to wait a good thirty seconds before leaning over towards his mother who was merely swaying to the music with her eyes closed. I stood and politely tapped her shoulder. Her eyes moved to me for a second with a slight glare. "Can I help you?" she asked harshly, her eyes moving towards the band once again.

"I was wondering where the bathrooms were if you wouldn't mind telling me," I said politely as rudeness would get me nowhere with this judgmental woman.

"In the corner of the room, to the right. First door on the left." She said straight forward. I nodded and headed in the opposite direction of her instructions. I instead moved towards the boxed area where I had last seen Harry.

I approached the enclosure, and just like everything else in this building, it was old and completely outdated. I hadn't seen Harry standing outside as I had before, so I decided to look into the two rooms of the wooden box. I opened the first door only to the right, only to reveal a bench. No one inside.

The room was fairly small. Enough space to do jumping jacks comfortably in, but if there were mode than say two people inside, it wouldn't be a good time. I closed the door and went to check the other side. My hand turned the knob and I opened it slowly at the noise of someone speaking.

I entered the room, closing it behind me ever so lightly. I stood there and saw Harry, sitting on a bench similar to the one on the other side. I also noticed a paper held in his hands, his mouth moving as he mentally read the words to himself.

"Whatcha reading there?" I asked making my presence known. Harry's eyes shot up, the paper in his hand falling to the floor in shock. He went to go pick it up but I set my shoe on top of it, stopping him from retrieving it. "No, let me get them for you," I said bending over to get the wrinkled paper that lied on the floor.

As I grab it I notice something written on it. I begin to read it over and notice it's Harry's writing.

"You don't need to read that Stella," Harry said standing from the bench, reaching for the paper. I pulled the paper further from him and pushed him down back to his seated position.

"I, father, have sadly fallen under the act of fornication," I begin to read off of what seems to be a confession. I slowly inch towards him, standing between his legs, continuing to read from the paper. "And please do forgive me father as, I do not see myself stopping. Something has awoken inside me and I'm not quite sure I want to put it out yet." I read as I straddled his lap, grinding down onto his bulging pants. "Hm, looks here like you've done some very bad things, Mr. Styles," I say tossing the paper to the floor, and moving my hands to his neck, tracing his jawline.

"Can you tell me something?" I ask leaving kisses up his neck and to his earlobe. He lets out a low moan before taking hold of my hips, forcing them down to his.

"Mhm," is his response as lust and desire take over him.

"What are the chances of me getting into heaven if I give you a blow job in the confession booth in the middle of service?" I ask seductively in his ear. My hand now groping his crotch.

"Slim to none," He said in a low groan, one hand moving up my thigh to push up my dress, exposing my lace underwear.

"Hm, I think I'll take the chances," I said before pressing my lips to his in a rough manner.

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i always intend on writing smut but i just feel like itd be too much for one chapter so my b ily all

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[edited 4.18.19]