summary: 18+!!!!!!, receiving head, fingering, praying, blasphemy, porn without plot, religious guilt, jud is ooc
reader has dreams about father jud and needs prayer to get them away
wc : 1.3k
a/n: this was literally just self indulgent since father jud has overtaken my thoughts lol also my first smut and fic ever
Every alarm in her head was telling her to stop, but it was as if someone else was controlling her. The idea of a Devil, the one thing that could release her from all blame, seemed more and more palpable by the second. She knocked and knocked until her knuckles turned red. This was wrong, her thoughts were wrong, evil, wicked, she needed to pray it all away and-
“Are you okay?“ Father Jud said as soon as he opened the door. Suddenly, as she was faced with the man himself, all of her problems faded into embarrassment.
“Father, I am sorry for bothering you, but I need your help, please…“ she pleaded, her voice almost giving up.
“You're never bothering me, don't be ridiculous, come in“
She sat on the couch, waiting for him to bring her a cup of tea he promised 5 minutes ago. The fireplace made her warmer, she needed fresh air. Devious, devious, harlot-
“I didn't have mint, but I hope you like chamomile,“ he handed her a cup with his warm smile. She stared at him for a moment too long, the fire light making him look just as she had dreamed him. Heavenly, as he always was.
“So, do you want to talk about what happened?“
His lips trailed down her neck, his hands found their way everywhere they could. He stopped just as he reached her panties and looked up at her like a man starved.
“I've been having… dreams.“
“Dreams?“
She could feel his breath on her, warm, intoxicating. He awoke a need so hard, it was making her heart burst.
“You're beautiful like this“
She closed her eyes shut, as if that would erase the feeling between her thighs.
“I dream of you… Father it is horrible, I can't sleep at night,“ she put the cup down on the table, “please help me, it is unholy, it's blasphemy“
Jud avoided her eyes for a second, but soon he couldn't look away. The silence he answered her with made the pounding in her heart louder and louder.
“What do you dream of?“
“I just told you-“
“I can't help you unless you tell me exactly what it is I do to you in those dreams,“ he said sternly, with a look she quite never saw before. Now she was embarrassed, it was stupid of her to come here, she could never say what she wanted out loud.
“I can help you,“ he moved closer to her, “but not if you don't tell me what you want“
The ache between her thighs burned, she needed all of him. His smell alone was intoxicating, he smelled of pure sin, he smelled of want.
I need you.
As if he could read her mind, he closed the gap between them.
Jud entangled his hands in her hair, pulling her closer, as if letting her go would be his own form of starvation. He was drinking up every last part of her, inhaling her scent and at the same time taking her breath away.
He pulled away just enough to breathe, just enough to still feel her around him.
“Please,“ she pleaded with him, praying to him for salvation. And he gave her exactly that.
“After those dreams,“ he trailed his hands underneath her nightgown, “do you pray?“
“Yes“
“Then start praying.“
“Dear Heavenly Father…“
He left messy kisses down her neck, biting her and then kissing it after. Fixing his sin with his own form of prayer, his own form of worship.
“Keep going“
“Guard my heart from these desires“
He got on his knees in front, starting his own form of prayer, one that he would condemn himself for until the end of his life. His mouth ravaged her thighs, like a man starved, he wished he could die like this.
Jud lifted her legs up and pulled her closer to him, until he was face to face with her cunt. It was then that he realised she wasn't wearing anything underneath her nightgown. All of this was for him, she was his personal place of worship, one that he could defile however he wanted.
“Give me strength to resist temptation“
His mouth quickly latched onto her clit, making her squirm, making him only grip her thighs harder.
“Father…“
“Did I tell you to stop praying?“
She moaned as he sucked onto her clit, every sigh and moan he got out of her only made him go faster. Heaven's choir was above him and who was he to deny her pleasure?
Jud let go of one of her thighs and his fingers found their way inside of her, making her gasp at the sudden fullness.
His mouth worked, licking up every part of her, while he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
“Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother m-most pure“
He looked up at her, a stuttering mess, all because of him. He was giving her exactly what she dreamed of, he was making her whole again. He went faster, holding onto her thigh looking for something to ground him. As if she knew, her hand entangled into his hair and pulled him closer, so desperate, so needy for his touch. He felt as if he was in heaven.
“pray for m-me and cover me with your…“
“With her what sweetheart?“ she whined at the sudden denial of her pleasure.
“…with your mantle“
“Good girl“
He went back with the same pace he had before, he knew she was close, her legs squeezed around him. Every part of her was pulling him closer, every part of her needed this more than any prayer he could offer.
“I place my trust in Your mercy Lord-“
She moaned as a warm pleasure washed over her, she never felt this blessed. She needed this feeling of intoxication every day of her life. She needed him praying to her day, noon and night. He let her ride out her orgasm on his face, his entire face wet with her, Jud placed a small kiss on her thigh and looked up at the beauty of Heaven before him.
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