#pries!killian kink

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hello, can i send you a prompt with more high school costume for oh daddy and/or priest/nun costume + very kinky/smuty + more spanking oh daddy story, they're so much fun :)

A/N: So this was a fun one to write. I mean who doesn’t love Priest!Killian? Thank you, Nonnie, for your request :) And thank you @itsfabianadocarmo for this wonderful art that put me in the mood to write some oh daddy kink.

Based on this one-shot: Oh Daddy

Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted

Bless Me, Father

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”

 “Tell me all about it, my child.”

 “I have let the sins of the flesh overtake me, Father,” Emma intones, trying to push the excitement out of her voice. “Last weekend I had a dream.” She has to stifle a laugh as she waits for a response.

 “What kind of dream?” he asks huskily.

 “A naughty dream, Father,” Emma says in an innocent, childlike voice as she twirls the end of her pigtail around her fingers. “I had a naughty dream about a man of God… I dreamed that he… um… he touched me…”

 She hears him clearing his throat, his voice cracked when he answers, “He touched you where, my child?” 

 “My… my private place, Father.”

 "And how did it feel?" 

 Emma closes her eyes and imagines him in his clergy robe and clerical collar. "It felt soooo good," she says with a moan.

 "That’s a good girl. Now tell me, what did he do to your… private place? You must confess everything. Don’t leave out any details." 

 "It felt incredible, Father. I couldn't help myself. I let him finger me, and then he wanted to… he wanted to lick me."

 “All young girls have these feelings, my child. Did you allow him to taste you?” 

 “Yes,” she whispers.

 “Did you come in his mouth?”

 “Yes, Father.” 

 She hears a soft groan, and the corner of her lips pull into a smirk.

 “What happened after that, child?”

 Emma’s clit starts to throb from the images she’s conjuring up. “He asked me to put my hand around his… um, his penis,” she answers, feigning embarrassment.

 “And did you?”

 “I did,” she supplies eagerly. “I rubbed him until he rewarded me with white, sticky come,” she whispers. Unable to resist any longer, she opens her thighs and slides her hand up her skirt and into her panties, finding her clit to relieve the ache she feels in her core. “He shot his come all over my face…”

 “Did you suck his cock after that?” he murmurs, his voice strained with lust. 

 Emma rubs her clit in slow circles, feeling so deliciously naughty. “He was still so hard and so big… I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard. I took him deep in my throat and he held my head down until he shot his load in my mouth. He tasted so good, Father. I touched myself when I woke and I felt like a whore. Will God forgive me?” she asks sweetly.

 There’s silence, except for ragged breathing and stuttered groans. “God forgives all sins, my child. Did you let this man fuck you in your dreams? Did you spread your soft thighs for him?” he asks.

 “Oh yes, Father.” She fingers herself vigorously as she pictures her naughty priest bending her over his desk and fucking her from behind. It’s not long before her body jolts and she’s coming in her hand with a loud cry. “Oh my God, I just came, Father!” She slumps into her chair, trying to collect her bearings. She’s panting softly, falling from her high when she hears some shuffling, and opens her eyes, gasping at the view in front of her. 

 Killian is standing in front of her, his pants around his ankles and his cock hard and throbbing in his hand. He’s no longer wearing the robe, he left it in the adjacent room, which is a shame, but the clerical collar is still in place. She was so excited when he agreed to go along with this and buy a priest costume so she could pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl and he could be the Priest she confesses to before they fuck. 

 “You must be punished, child, for your naughty dream,” he groans. “And for touching yourself while you confessed to a Priest.”

 Her eyes are drawn to his dick, which hardens even more under her heated gaze, and she watches as he strokes himself, working his hand up and down the length of his shaft, the velvety head oozing with pre-cum. She can’t take her eyes off what he’s doing… her panties grow wet as she watches him. “What is my punishment, Father?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away to look up at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

 “I must administer a good spanking to teach you a lesson. Now take off your blouse, love,” he groans, “I wanna see those gorgeous tits of yours.”

 She rises from the chair and does what she’s told, unbuttoning the blouse, slowly and teasingly exposing her white bra underneath, and slips off both, tossing them aside. His blue eyes darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of her naked breasts and pale pink nipples that stiffen under his gaze, the hand around his cock quickening its pace.

 “Rub your nipples,” he growls. “Pinch them and play with them.”

 Emma smirks and takes each of her hardened buds between her thumbs and forefingers, lightly rolling them and rubbing them in slow circles, letting a soft moan escape her lips at the delicious sensations surging through her body.

 “Mmmm, my sinful little schoolgirl,” he murmurs, a small, satisfied smirk stretching across his face. “Lift your skirt for me.”

 “Yes, Father.” Eagerly grabbing the hem of her plaid skirt, she raises it up as far as it would go, showing him her white cotton panties. 

 His eyes delve between her thighs, his free hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipple, his breathing quickening. His warm hand feels amazing on her skin, she can feel her warm juices running down her thighs. “Fuck, look at those soaked panties. Is my little schoolgirl wet for me?”

 “Yes, Father,” she whimpers.

 "Good girl. Now, push your panties to the side, baby," he says, sweetly.

 She complies with a moan, reaching for her panties and moving the soaked fabric to one side. She loves it when he barks orders at her. 

 He groans and strokes himself faster and harder when his eyes roam over her gleaming wet folds. “Fuck, love… do you want me to lick that pretty little cunt?"

 “Oh, yes,” she whimpers, her voice wrecked. “Please, Father.”

 “Sit on the desk.” 

 “Yes, Father.” She pulls herself up on the desk, her heart pounding in anticipation as he gets on his knees. He parts her knees, allowing himself access and she eagerly lets him take her into his waiting mouth as she holds her skirt up, thighs on either side of his face. 

 He reaches up and tweaks her stiff nipple, squeezing gently as his hot tongue flicks lightly into her folds. Moaning softly, she presses her palms into the desk to hold herself up as she arches back, grinding into his mouth, trying to get more of his tongue as he eats into her. She enjoys the way his stubble scratches her thigh as his tongue laps up her juices, as he sucks her clit into his mouth, his fingers still kneading her breasts and pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples. She cries out when a finger plunges deep inside her, fucking in and out, his tongue caressing her clit, lapping vigorously until she’s shaking.

 His other hand leaves her breast and curls around her hip as he finger fucks her and licks her up. She grinds against his mouth when she feels the pressure increasing, his hot tongue, sucking and nibbling teasingly on her flesh and he hits that spot with his fingers that has her screaming through her orgasm.

 “Oh, Father!”

 He groans and carefully removes his fingers, inserting them into his mouth and licking them clean. “Stand up, my naughty little girl,” he orders. “Bend over the desk. And spread those pretty thighs.”

 With shaking legs she stands and turns around, clutching the edge of the desk and spreading her thighs for her Priest. Her blood runs hot, her clit still pulsating, her cunt warm and wet, begging for Father’s cock.

 “Punish me, Father.” Her ass is high in the air as he yanks her skirt, shoving it up around her belly and pulls her panties down to her knees, letting his warm hands wander over her ass. 

 He smacks her right cheek, the sting sending tiny shivers of pleasure down her legs and through her core. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you, love?”

 “Oh, yes…” she whimpers all needy and wanton, spreading her legs further apart. 

 He slaps the other cheek before soothing his hands over her flesh. “What do you say, love?” 

 “Thank you, Father. Thank you for punishing me.”

 “That's a good girl.” 

 He spanks her again and again, until she’s begging, “Fuck me, Father!” 

 He chuckles, and she feels his stiff cock and warm, sticky precum on her soft skin as he presses it against her, smacking her ass again. “My little school wants her Father’s cock deep inside her, filling her up, doesn't she?”

 She bites back a moan, and when she doesn’t answer, he spanks her again. 

 “Answer me, love.”

 “Yes! Please… fuck me!”

 He pulls her panties further down and she lifts each foot so he can remove them, tossing the fabric aside. She braces herself against the desk when he grabs her hips and nudges the head of his dick at her entrance, slowly sliding it through her wet folds and starts pushing inside her.

 “Tell me what you want, Emma,” he says huskily, slapping her tender flesh again.

 “I want your dick in me,” she cries, trying to stifle the desperation she feels deep inside her belly. “Fill me up, Father!”

 “You want my cock, love?”

 “Yes, please!” She groans and tries to push back against him, her walls aching to milk him dry.

 “Tell me, baby.” His fingers tighten around her hips, hard enough to bruise.

 “Fuck me, Father Please!” 

 Finally, he plunges into her with one smooth maneuver, and pounds into her, claiming every inch of her tight, aching walls.

 “Fuck… Emma,” he groans. “So soft and tight for me…” His hips find a quick pace and he fucks her hard and deep his balls slapping mercilessly against her swollen clit, skins smacking, and she feels her orgasm already building inside her. He reaches underneath her and roughly rubs her clit, and she rocks back and forth, taking as much of him as she can.

 “Yes… harder! Harder!" she cries. “Come inside me, Father!”

 “Fucking hell, love,” he growls, pounding into her tight, wet pussy, his fingers working quickly on her clit. She’s so close… so, so close...

 “I’m about to come, father.” 

 And she does; she comes so hard, her walls gripping him tightly, her body trembling, knees almost buckling underneath her.

 “Emma…” He climaxes with a loud groan, hot come spurting deep inside her, his fingers digging sharply into her skin and loosening as the intensity passes.

 They're both still catching their breaths as he presses a few tender kisses down her spine. “We should do this more often, love." 

 Killian steps back, allowing Emma to rise from the desk. 

 “That’s not a bad idea.” She turns around and wraps her arms around the back of her boyfriend’s neck, managing a naughty smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have many sins to confess, Father.”

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