Content Warnings: religious themes & catholicism, explicit!sex, nvdity, sm*king, age difference (tho isn't explicitly said), size!kink, mvrder, assass!nation.
Original characters: Priest/You, Priest/Reader.
You feel like the pure definition of sin, sitting with your legs crossed in the first row of the church while hearing the priest talk. His voice is so rough, so good. And he keeps moving his hands during his speech, so sincerely, as if he could, he would pour his faith into everyone else's heart. It's lovely.
Unfortunately, you can't keep your mind from thinking what those thick, long fingers can do. Wrapped around your throat or holding your wrists down. Maybe sliding into you so slowly, like a damn torture—
You don't even notice closing your eyes. His voice is like honey, and while he sounds gruff, it plays exactly at every one of your likes. God, you think, please forgive me.
You're not a very religious girl. Of course, you believe in Something, but it's nothing like the other people here, or like your mother used to be, when she was alive.
You open up your eyes startled when the man says a snappy “Amen” that makes you almost let out a little gasp, noticing you've been with your eyes closed for almost half the mass. You feel even more guilty when you notice his hard, green eyes and slight frown directed at you, like he's disappointed.
You feel the need to pout at his expression because it's not your fault he has such a good voice that makes you imagine things.
Unfortunately, all you can say is “Amen” in reply.
just a small excerpt! If you like it, let me know :)
