will smith loves his sunday mornings.
CW: do NOT read if you can't handle anything related to religion. smut.
thinking of being in the same church as will. you're new and he's noticed. you come in late, most times in the middle of the priest's sermon. you catch attention from most people for just a moment but his eyes linger for longer.
he notices your dress, it's nothing out of the ordinary and doesn't break any dress codes. but sometimes, when you're in a rush to sit anywhere, the fabric moves just right and the soft skin of your chest peeks through. it wasn't anything revealing—no, in fact, it was far from it. except the singular mole hiding behind reveals itself to him.
now he can't help but ball his fist on his thighs and give it a soft punch just to stop the heat from traveling where it shouldn't. the priest's sermon now falls on his deaf ears and all he could think of is how much more could your body be hiding behind the soft, white, and pristine fabric of the dress you're wearing.
you're not one to be blind, either. you notice will the first day you visited the church. it was one of the few days you actually came in early, enough to see altar boys still setting up, though you weren't there to attend mass. your mind has been racing and you we're at your wits' end, so you decided to pray. bringing down the kneelers as quietly as you can and kneel on the soft cushion against the hard wood. you we're still a catholic, in the sense that you believe and you pray when things get bad enough, but practicing it is another thing entirely.
you look up to see will come in, dressed in his sunday's best—to the extent of what men in their early 20's call their sunday's best, which is, a white button up and khaki dress pants.
you we're almost done, about to finish it off with the lord's prayer but seeing him walk in from your perspective below and watching his eyes look down at you as your eyes go beyond where it should. to his thick, muscular thighs that you think could pop through his slacks at any time if he flexed them just right. and you almost have to stop yourself from drooling, because what the hell you were in a church of all places, in the middle of a prayer might i add.
he and his family sits at the front, far from where you were kneeling and you snap out of it. with a half-assed sign of the cross you put the kneeler back in its place and stand up to leave.
that was what lead you to visit every sunday morning, just to get a glimpse of the hot blonde you saw that day you decided to be religious because nothing else was working out for you. and you have to give it to the big guy up there, it was a great way of making you keep the sabbath day holy.
because whatever happening between you and will was not at all holy.
everyday after mass will says the same thing to his family, that he wants to stay back and consult father for personal reasons. a complete lie.
they don't know that he takes you to the back seat of his bronco, dress pulled up enough to reveal the white lacy underwear you're wearing. and it takes everything from him not to rip it out and take you right there. and he doesn't. and he thinks about how he's still a good catholic boy because he technically hasn't done anything, and by anything he meant putting it inside.
he takes his cock out from the confines of his slacks and boxers, sliding down his pants just enough for it to pop out and slap against your clothed cunt. a small, muffled moan makes it way out of both of you.
because it's been exactly a week since you've done this, and last week was the same thing. because you only meet every sunday after mass, in will's bronco parked behind the church.
his hips hurriedly moves against yours, eager to finish. and you mirror his need, hips moving up and down as your slit fits itself against the length of his dick. the slick that's been pooling inside you makes itself known, wetting the cloth separating you two.
the glasses of will's tinted window is quick to fog up and build condensation that whoever walks by would know what's happening inside.
it only makes the both of you hungrier for release.
open-mouthed moans and whines fills the space between you as the head of his cock catches on your clit as he pulls back and thrusts harder. the front of your underwear is completely drenched from your own wetness and his pre cum. it makes it all the more easier and harder for both of you. easier for will to move against you and all the more harder for both of you to keep your promise.
your promise to keep yourselves pure. you know it's stupid but it's the only way you could have convinced will to agree to this. you don't kiss, you don't penetrate and you keep the both of you good and free from... sin.
but the way the ache penetrates through both of you makes it hard to stay true to your words.
will's thumb keeps his dick against yours, pushing himself against you harder. the new pressure against you makes your hips buck up and bump against the head of his cock and he can't handle it anymore as he falls forward, catching himself with a hand next to your head. his moans grow needy and he's borderline whimpering trying to catch his release by grinding harder.
will makes a rash decision and pulls your underwear to the side, groaning as the combined wetness and pressure from his humping makes the fabric stick against your folds.
you don't register what he's trying to do until you feel the head of his cock against your hole. and you're not quick enough to say anything when he pushes all the way in, pulling out a wanton moan from both of you.
you gasp and your eyes widen. "fuck—will, we said you weren't gonna put it in." your breath hiccups. you feel so full of him.
he pulls out until he's almost outside of you. "i don't care. just take it." and he pushes in just as fast as he did the first time.
the feeling of his cock inside is incomparable. you think back to the times you've fucked yourself with your fingers waiting for the next sunday you were going to meet. it doesn't compare to the warmth and thickness you're feeling right now, twitching with need and hitting a new spot you didn't know was there.
his pace is relentless, fast and hard. "fuck, feels better than i imagined." his voice is already gone, broken whimpers falling out his mouth.
your legs wrap around his hips as your heel presses against the small of his back and that does it for him, he crumbles and his forehead rests against yours. "mmfuck i can't—we shouldn't be doing this." his lips ghosts against yours.
and yet his pace doesn't ease up, he only pushes his hips against yours harder pubic bone grinding against each other and the new found angle only fuels the both of you. fervent and hot, you breath against each other. heat building up inside you.
"please,, please will no—don't stop i'm so.. so close." it's your turn to crumble as the pressure builds up inside you, thighs shaking and legs keeping will deep inside you. his hand travels below your waist as his finger circles your clit with determination and pounds into you harder.
you reach your orgasm with a choked out cry and moan of his name, spasming around him. will is not far behind as his hips stutter against yours.
"shit i needa," you clench around him and a heavy moan works its way out him. "need to pull out—fuck." he bites on his lip to stop himself from letting go between the moment he lets you ride out your high and pulling out.
"oh—oh christ." he buries himself between your neck, forcibly pulling himself out despite your locked legs stopping him from doing so as he finishes on your stomach with a broken moan.
you both lay there for a while, limbs tangled and a sweaty mess. panting and trying to catch your breath. you don't know what this means for both of you but one thing lingers in your mind.
you can't wait for next sunday.
notes: GENUINELY this was supposed to be a small blurb of my thoughts but the words just kept coming out holy shit. no proofread ts was written in the heat of the moment✌️
