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The Vicar's Tiny Dancer

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +3k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, exhibitionism, biting, slightest blood mention, a vicar doing very un-vicarly things😌, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: it's here y'all. going undercover as a bijous performer? wearing skimpy clothing and provoking a certain vicar? that mans fucking you behind the curtains? i think so😌 he's hot in this gif, not me listening to my burlesque playlist while writing this, i knew there was a good reason to make it✨

You were in your captains quarters, door close behind you as you stood before your desk holding the article of clothing that consisted of straps of fabric. It was shiny and bold, the costume intimidating you yet at the same time excited you. Your next job needed you to do undercover at Bijous and to say you were nervous was an understatement. Though you were doing your best to keep it at bay, you were still the "stoic captain" of the Unreliable, but you digress. Tonight was the night of the job, and you were excited though also terrified.

Putting on the rather confusing outfit, you eventually manage to get it on. You look yourself over the best you could without a mirror, from what you could see the straps really accentuated your features, your nerves jolt at the thought of really wearing this in public. 'At least I'll be paid..' You put on a long coat, there was no way you were walking around the ship let alone Byzantium in just this ridiculous custume, besides you were starting to get a bit chilly. You left your quarters, gathering Felix and Max, who are to be your makeshift bodyguards, and headed out into the bustling city.

You felt like you had some dirty secret under your coat as you walked through Byzantium, and in a way you really did. You shivered as a breeze blew through your coat, "Who the hell designed these outfits. I can't even consider them clothes, they aren't even covering anything." You grumbled in annoyance, pulling your coat tighter around you as you spoke. Felix laughs at your visible discomfort.

"Oh come on boss, I'm sure you look great. You should get over your fears and walk around the city without the coat, you know, to get the confidence flowing." He teases you, you throw him a halfhearted irritated glance though an amused smirk grows on your face.

"You wish." You retort, turning back ahead of you, keeping your arms crossed tightly around your midsection.

"What do you think Max? Or would that be too 'un-vicarly' of you to watch." Felix pokes at Max who stayed quiet on your other side as the three of you kept walking.

"Very funny Mr. Millstone." Max spoke quietly, voice strained as his eyes stayed glued ahead of him, you notice his somewhat uncomfortable states.

"Lay off him Felix. I brought you along to play a bodyguard so you're going to have to be able to act like one, which means staying quiet." You smile smugly back to Felix next to you who gives you a defeated look but says nothing, pursing his lips in response.

You arrive at the club, entering the grand establishment filled with lights, people, and music. Dancers were up on the stage, patrons mingling and drinking, bartenders keeping busy. This place would be a nice place to visit if you weren't trying to con your way through the establishment to get backstage. "Alright boys, it's showtime." You mumble to Max and Felix on either side of you as you made your way to the guarded doors leading to the backstage halls. You approach the men standing guard next to the backstage access, grabbing their attention as you stepped closer.

You watch the men turn to the three of you, they eye you expectantly, "I need to get back there, my show starts in ten minutes and I still haven't done my hair." You say, motioning to the stage and yourself as you spoke. They followed your motions then looked at each other as if to decide whether to let you in or not.

"Alright, but just you, your men stay out here." One of them say sternly, standing his ground as he spoke. You let out a sigh before continuing.

"Actually I'm gonna need them to come with me, I can't trust the people around here, you know that." You lean in for the last bit, looking around you as if hoping to not let anyone passing by hear. The men look to each other once more, one nodding before the other who had spoken turns back to you.

"Only one." He says in simple words, a clear statement that he would not be changing his mind. 'Well one if better than none.' You thought to yourself. You turn to Max nodding before looking to Felix.

"Stay out here." You tell him, motioning to Max to go in first, "Keep an eye out." You murmur to Felix who gave you a subtle nod before you left, following Max past the doors.

The halls leading to the back were surprisingly empty as the two of you walked through them. You were glad you were able to convince those guards from earlier, you didn't want to have to fight through anyone in the ridiculous outfit you were hiding under your coat. You find the main stage entrance easily, you lead the way, sneaking behind the curtains to the dressing rooms in the back. As the more people you passed, the more evident it became that they found you out of place. You noticed their stares and so did Max, you almost cursed yourself, you knew it was how you looked and you knew the only way to blend in was to reveal your dreaded costume.

You head towards another set of curtains near the end of the stage around the corner, out of view from anyone working back stage and on stage. You sigh before turning back to Max, "Sorry." You apologize meekly in advance before you begin to undo your coat.

You see Max tense slightly, "Of course- I uh, no worries." He stumbles on his words as he watches your movements intently. He watches your hands slowly work to unravel your coat, more and more of your body exposed with every second. Your coat falls from your shoulders, revealing every strap along with every ounce of skin that had been left unclothed by your costume. Max couldn't help but trail his eyes down your figure, every inch of you was exposed, the fabric truly leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, his eyes glossing over every dip and curve of your body before he snaps them back up to your face.

You noticed him stare and you couldn't really blame him. The costume really showed too much, it was impossible to not look though that didn't stop your cheeks from flushing faintly. His eyes lift back to your eyes in an instant as if he'd caught himself, realizing he was ogling for longer than he should of or if he should at all. You see him open his mouth in an attempt to apologize, though he stammers on his words, his own cheeks tinging pink. "It's fine," you begin, tucking the coat aside on the floor next to the curtain, "I mean you can't really avoid it can you?" You chuckle softly, shifting your eyes away from his as you begin to feel intimidated by his gaze.

"You look good." You hear him speak quietly, almost like he wasn't meant to say it aloud. You look back at him, you notice how his eyes have glazed over as they now travel across your body shamelessly. You could see the way his resolve to stay mostly respectful had began to falter in the way his body relaxed as if lost in a dream. Your blush crept up your neck, drowning in his gaze as you stood practically bare for only his eyes to see. His words of admiration had left your stomach flipping, the way he watched you even more so.

Max took a few steps towards you before he caught himself, stopping in his tracks before snapping his eyes back to yours. "I- My apologies. I don't-.." He fumbled on his words, his own mind conflicting with itself as if trying to decide whether to look away to give you privacy or to keep eye contact to be polite. You found his stammering endearing though you knew the thoughts running through his head, he wasn't too good at hiding them. You couldn't blame him, in his defence you were nearly nude before him.

Slowly growing more comfortable with your situation, you step forward, your own self confidence growing too bold for your own good. "Like I said," you begin, trailing your hand delicately down his chest, "it's alright." You purr lowly, peering up at him through your lashes. He lets out a strangled whine, the last bit of his self control crumbling within your touch.

As if on command of your assurance, Max's hands fly to your waist, grabbing your bare skin before his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours hastily, stepping you back against the curtains as he kissed you roughly. Your back hit the wall that stood behind the curtain, the fabric of the curtain enveloping the two of you as your hands roamed each others bodies. Your shared kiss a mess of lips and tongue, teeth biting flesh, moans and groan swallowed by one another.

Your hands come to cup his face, pulling him impossibly closer as Max pulls your hips to his. He stands between your legs, nudging your centre with his knee eliciting a whimper form your lungs. You grip the collar of his shirt pulling him down to your level as you grind your hips against his thigh. Max's hands are quick to work on his pants, undoing them just enough to free his hardening erection from its constriction. He holds his cock in his hand giving it a few pumps as the other fumbles with your costume, struggling to figure out how to disentangle you from it. "How the fuck does this thing work." His voice is gritted against your lips as he pulls away from your kiss, peering down at your garment.

With an irritated grumble, Max pushes the fabric aside, exposing your cunt to the cool air before he's aligning himself to your entrance. A groan escapes him as he pushes his tip past your folds, pressing his body against yours as his cock slides into your slick cunt. His hand pulls at your neck, bringing your lips back to his as he begins to buck up into you. His grunts are muffled against your lips as he kisses you sloppily, melding his tongue against yours and shallow breaths escape your lungs against his mouth.

Your quiet whimpers are masked by the booming music of the club and the bustling noise of chatter. Moan after moan is pulled from your tongue as Max's drives his cock into your intoxicating pussy, his own pleasure causing him to quicken his pace desperately. You sling one leg around his, tugging him closer as he fucked you up against the curtain. His hand comes down to pull your thigh higher, stepping a leg forward into you with a harsh thrust of his hips causing a moan to rip from your throat. You'd hoped no one had heard but then again this was a burlesque establishment, perhaps this kind of thing happened more often than not.

You throw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him between your thighs. Max seems to catch on to your indication, his other hand reaching down to hook around the back of your thigh, kissing your deep before he scoops you off the ground. With a mewl you hook your legs properly around his waist, your weight pushing you down all the way down onto his cock, pushing him balls deep into your cunt. The two of you moan in unison, your hands gripping into his hair as Max readjusts himself, shoving you harder into the cushioned wall.

Max pulls his lips away from yours as he pounds his cock mercilessly into your cunt, a throaty groan vibrating in his chest as he works harder and faster. His hands are rough as they grip your thighs, another frustrated groan leaves him before he's stilling his thrusts just enough to move his arms. He makes quick moves to lift of your legs before his arms are hooking under your knees, pulling your legs up to rest at his elbows. Your feet dangle outwards, his hold on your spreading your legs wide as he resumes his quick, rough pace.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck tighten as he pounds into you, the new position allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper and harder. Your moans and mewls are incomprehensible, a mumbled mess of cries as his cock drives into your abused cunt senselessly. Your sounds are reaching louder and louder with every thrust, Max's mouth coming down to seal over yours as he swallows your moans. He attempts a kiss, "Shh.." He hushes against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch you attempt to stifle another moan, your eyes boring into his with furrowed brows as he continues his thrusts. "Fuck-" Max says breathily with a sharp snap of his hips.

The way you looked as he fucked you, the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, the feeling of you in his arms squeezing around his cock. It was almost all too much. Max bared his teeth, jaw clenched as the pleasure coursed through his body, his balls slapping against your ass and he bounced you on his cock. You felt so vulnerable in his hold, unable to move, unable to go anywhere besides further onto his cock. Max had full control of you in the way he carried you, in the way he fucked you. He had the power to pull you off his cock any moment, or perhaps keep you on forever.

Your grip on his neck tightens once more, clinging to him as he pumped himself fiercely into your numbing cunt. His rough thrusts surely bruising your cervix, who knew if you'd be able to walk once he was done with you but that was an issue for later. Your pussy clenched him with every hit of his tip breaching your womb, the angle of which he held you giving him too much of an advantage to ruin you. With every thrust Max's pubic bone hits your clit, the combination of pleasure from your bundle of nerves and your cunt almost bringing you to tears.

You throw your head back against the wall, your hair surely knotting into a mess against the curtain with every pushing thrust. You stifled your moans the best you could, throat tight, hurting as your mouth hung open from the pleasure. The pleasure builds in you core, every sensation sending you closer to your release. "Law! Fuck, Max!" Your poor excuse of a sentence fell from your lips, one word every thrust as you watched his face contort in bliss.

The sounds of cheer and laughter beyond the curtains filtering out of your senses as Max fucked you into the wall. His hips stutter, cock throbbing and prodding inside your sopping cunt as his glossy eyes rake over your poor state. He could see the way his cock was pumping into your cunt, see the way his cock filled your insides from the surface. A subtle bulge forming where his cock bottomed out inside you with every thrust, your little cunt completely stuffed full of him. The sight sending his mind reeling, he couldn't think straight, the sight and feeling of your too much to bare.

Max falls against you, mouth latches onto your neck as his sloppy thrusts buck into your ravished cunt. His teeth bite into your shoulder, you feel his quick hot breath fan across your skin as he clamps your delicate flesh between his teeth, hard enough to draw blood if he'd wished. Your fingers rake up his hair, gripping and pulling hard as his cock pummels your hole. Your pleasure engulfs you sooner than you expected. You catch yourself, doubling into Max as he fucked you through your orgasm, every thrust hitting your sweet spot, perfectly dragging in and out of your convulsing cunt.

Your clenching edges Max into his release, his choked cry muffled into your skin, his moan guttural and raw in his throat. His orgasm erupting from him in waves of white hot pleasure as he snaps hard shallow thrusts into your cunt with every pump of his cum. Max presses his chest against yours as he empties his balls within your worn pussy, shooting his load into your cunt like it was the last thing he'd do. You mind goes blank, eyes clenched shut as the final waves of your crushing orgasm washes over you. Your grip in his hair loosening as you come down from your high, feeling Max's cock throb within you as he regains control of his breath. Your heartbeats pounding against one another, quickened breaths echoing in each other’s ears.

Max slowly pulls out of you stringing a squeal from your lips as his head pops out of your oversensitive cunt. The pop is wet, a mix of your slick and his cum squelch with the movement making you whimper. He gently slides your garment back over your pussy, placing your legs back down next. As your feet coming back in contact with the ground, his hands hold your waist in caution while you stabilize your wobbling legs. Tucking himself back in his pants, his hands eagerly come back to your sides, brushing your skin gingerly. His lips come to your cheek as your hands fall to his arms holding you, he places a soft peck on your warm skin as he slides your hand into his grasp. He holds your hand delicately, "As we were?" A soft smile creeps to his lips as he steps away from you, hand still holding yours.

You attempt a step forward but your knee buckles, your grip on him tightens. "I might need a minute." Your cheeks flush as you smile sheepishly. Max chuckles, carefully beginning to guide you to an empty dressing room.

"As long as you need." He says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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