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The dingy motel room was dimly lit, the cracked blinds letting in just enough moonlight to highlight the tangle of limbs on the creaking bed. Aphid was pressed into the mattress, her black-and-pink hair splayed out beneath her, her glasses slipping down her nose. Her nails digging into his bare shoulders, her body moving in rhythm with the man above her.Wolfwood, with that signature cocky grin, was braced over her, his hips moving with slow, deliberate precision. The heat between them was thick, almost suffocating as he leaned down to kiss along her neck, his stubble rough against her skin. Her legs locked tight around his waist as he moved inside her, each thrust drawing sharp, breathless gasps from her lips.Aphid’s arms snaked around his neck, nails lightly dragging against his tanned skin before her fingers interlocked together as if she were praying. She grinned, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as his head perked up from the assault at her neck, she stared up at him, her body writhing beneath his. “Forgive me, Father,” she began, gasping, her voice laced with mock piety and shaking slightly from the movement of his hips against her own, “for I have sinned.”Wolfwood paused for the briefest moment, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked down at her. “You’ve got a lot to confess, don’t you, doll? I guess I should’ve seen this coming. Go on, sweetheart. Confess.” he drawled, his voice low and rough.“I do. A lot of…impure thoughts to confess. About a certain cocky, cigarette-smoking, gun-toting so-called priest.”“Mm, go on,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. “Tell me all about these wicked thoughts, sinner.”Her breath hitched as he thrust into her again, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. “Well,” she started, her voice trembling but determined, “I’ve been thinking about you. Constantly. About your stupid smirk, and your—” She broke off into a gasp as he hit just the right spot. “Goddamn hands.”“My hands, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “What about ‘em?”“They’re too big,” she said breathlessly, her arms shaking as her interlocked fingers tightened their hold. “Too strong. Every time I see them, I just…I can’t stop thinking about what they could do to me.”Wolfwood chuckled, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Well, now you know, doll. What else?”Aphid arched beneath him, her voice cracking as he rolled his hips again. “Your voice,” she whispered, biting her lip. “It’s—fuck—it’s too much. Too smooth, too smug. Every time you call me ‘doll,’ I feel like I’m gonna lose it. I want you so bad it hurts. Even when I’m yelling at you, I—” She broke off with a cry, her body trembling beneath him. “I can’t stop wanting you, Father.”Wolfwood groaned again, his pace growing erratic as he buried himself deeper, his lips brushing her ear. “That so?” he said, his smirk widening. “And here I thought you hated it when I called you that. Guess that makes me a bad priest, huh?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.“I do!” she snapped, though the effect was ruined by the way her body trembled beneath him. “But I also don’t. God, I hate you.”“Keep talkin’, sweetheart,” he said, his pace quickening. “You’re on a roll.”She moaned, her head falling back onto the pillows as her confessions spilled from her lips, her voice rising and falling with every thrust. With one hand, he gripped her chin to keep her eyes on him as she confessed every dirty word coming from her mind to him. He wasn’t rough with it, yet he wasn’t soft either. She gasped as he thrust particularly hard.“Fuck, Father, you’re making this hard.”“Language,” he chided, his smirk audible in his voice. “You’re confessin’ here. Be respectful.”“Respectful?” she shot back, though the word came out as more of a moan. “You’re the one making me feel like this—like I can’t think straight because of you.”“Mm, is it really all my fault?” he murmured, leaning over her and pressing his lips to her collarbone. “Sounds like a lotta sins, doll. You sure I can absolve ‘em all?”She shivered under his touch, as she tried to form a coherent thought. “I don’t care,” she said finally, her voice desperate.He laughed, low and rough, before pulling her closer and resuming his pace, his hands gripping her like he’d never let go. “Alright, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with both amusement and something deeper. “Let’s see how long this absolution takes.”She really didn’t care. Not when Wolfwood was buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips like he owned her, his dark eyes glinting with smug satisfaction.“I’ve thought about you…fucking me…in every way imaginable,” she continued.“That’s not very specific,” he said smugly, his lips grazing her neck as he teased her. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”“Fuck you,” she panted, her glare half-hearted as her body shuddered beneath him.“That’s not how this works, doll,” he drawled, his smirk never fading. “You confess, I absolve. Now be a good girl and finish your thought.”“…Against a wall, in the van, on your stupid Punisher…”“Oh? The Punisher, huh? Fuck, maybe you are a sinner.”The words sent a shiver down her spine, her body arching against his as he drove her closer to the edge. Her confessions turned into incoherent gasps and moans, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the creak of the bed, and the rasp of his breath in her ear.When she finally fell apart beneath him, her cries muffled against his shoulder, he held her through it, his pace slowing but never stopping. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips, his smirk returning as her finger uninterlocked from one another, arms slumping against the mattress alongside the rest of her body, spent and trembling.“Forgiven,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “For now.”