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Woo! It´s been a long while. I´ve been a bit busy, and a little burnt out. But I´m back. This is a personal piece I made for the folks with church trauma. I can´t resist a good priest fic.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Faith

Being a faithful churchgoer felt like your life purpose. Raised and born to the church. You had grown for years to study faith, and be obedient to whatever head ran the church. It was a little past your nineteenth birthday. You had taken a fondness for the priest over the years, though you fully knew it was wrong.

You ignored these feelings since you were merely a young teen. Though progressively harder over the years. Father Knoxville was the most temptation you had ever experienced. Taught that temptation and lust were horribly sinful.

You mustered the courage one morning to attend a Sunday confession. Dressed simply in black slacks and a plain t-shirt. Opening the wooden caged door, you let out a sharp breath. You carefully nestled your knee’s into the pillow. Hanging your head by the metal grate.

You squeezed your eyes closed and thought hard. Confessing these feelings would be for the greater good. Wouldn’t they? Examining the woodwork of the booth, you debated your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. “Bless me, father. For I have sinned.” You finally mustered.

A moment of silence before a response. “When was the last time you confessed my sweet child.” He whispered through the grate. You shivered. You had never confessed before. You were always terrified. “This is my first confession father.” You admitted. A click of his tongue was heard.

“No worries. What must you confess sweetheart.” Johnny said softly through the metal holes. He was no ordinary priest. He was a dirty man. Willing to sleep with anyone who had given him the chance. He was never faulted, possibly never even caught.

You were soon to fall victim to his cunning sweet words. Shy and sweet, lustful for something different and exciting. You sighed. Hooking your fingers through the grate, you spoke. “I’ve been having these thoughts. Thoughts of… You touching me. Making me feel good. I know it’s wrong… but they always creep back.”

You paused a moment, thinking of choosing your next words. “I’ve never intended on acting on these thoughts. They just make me feel wrong.” You said loosening your grip on the grate holes. A small chuckle rang through the box. “Oh don’t you worry. These thoughts are completely normal doll. Even I myself. Have these desires. It’s just the way the human body works.” He said gently.

This made you feel so much better. He was so understanding and nurturing to you. On the other half of the great, he wore a smile. His pants tight and warm hearing of this. “Thank you, father. I-” Before you could finish, he cut you off with an offer.

“How about you come out and read some scripture with me? Hm? Make yourself feel a little bit more comfortable.” He said with an inviting tone. You nodded your head to yourself in agreement. “Yeah.. Okay.” You said getting off of your knees. You heard the other end of the door open.

A silver-haired man ducked out of the door and stood tall. Buttoned down in his black cassock, he fixed his collar. You kneeled out of the door, being greeted face-to-face by the priest. He presented a warm lovely smile. You smiled back nervously but bowed your head.

He reached a hand out, and you took it. His hand was ice cold but felt comforting. He began to lead you to the room of mass. As you two walked, he spoke gentle warming words to you. “You know. I never see you a whole lot? Are you shy?” He asked smiling.

You gave a small smile. “Yeah.. I’m sorry. Larger crowds make me nervous, but I’ve always really looked up to you father.” You said squeezing his hand for comfort. He squeezed back. “That’s okay. You’re my quiet little church mouse.” He said letting go of your hand and opening one of the two double doors.

Leading you into a room you had seen dozens of times. Rows of wooden benches, neatly placed with their bibles. Stained glass lets light seep through the windows. Sheek white carpet beneath your feet. Your family raised you in the church, so you knew the ins and out’s like veins.

There was really no one in the church yet. You were always dragged unbelievably early since your parents had family friends here. You both walked down the center aisle. The room was so incredibly quiet, you could hear your uneasy breathing.

Staring at the back of Father Knoxville’s suit, you felt a nervous pit growing in your stomach. Sure you had confessed, but the feeling still lyed at your core. Once you two reached the front, you stepped up to the familiar wood stand. The leather bible with the golden letter’s shining at your eyes.

He stepped beside you and flipped through the book. Finding an aged page, and pointing out the words. “How about you read this to me.” He said stepping behind you. Your body shivered, as you felt him press against your back.

He loomed over you as you scanned the page. The wood stand you stood over, was only a couple inches below you. Looking down at the scripture, you attempted to read it. “Corinthians 10:13.. No temptation has..” As you began to speak, his arms caged you beneath him. Each hand on either side of the stand.

“No worries. Just trying to see a bit better.” He reassured you. His head leaned over your shoulder, and his body pressed against you. You took in a sharp inhale. Your body was screaming for attention, though your mind yelled at you for feeling such a way.

You began to read again. “Has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability-” As you read, you felt him press against your ass. You could start to feel the warmth of his pants against you.

You tried your best to ignore it, trying to keep yourself from being sidetracked. “But with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it…” You finished the verse, with your breathing hitched. He pressed hard against you. You both stood silent.

“Father?” You muttered. “Hm?” He said pretending to be dazed. You shifted yourself, partially caged in by his arms. You press your back end against him. The scripture you just read meant nothing to you, you hoped, even prayed he’d take you where you two stood.

“Not so shy now are you?” He said with a light chuckle. You let out a sharp exhale. Your face was red and your vision was blurry. His hands were brought up from the stand, up to your shoulders. His hands were massive compared to your build.

You wanted to form words but your brain was drawing blanks. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss against the side of your neck. He pulled back loosening his grip on your shoulders.

“What do you want church mouse? Do you need help feeling good? Do you want to act on those thoughts?” He said pressing questions. You were conflicted, but the yearning urge was becoming undeniable. You answered with a short response.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” You muttered. Still somewhat beneath him. He clicked his tongue, easing his weight off of you. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’m here to help you.” He said stepping about two feet back. Admiring your figure.

You nodded your head in agreement, honestly still fearful. What if you two were caught? Was it wrong? Would it be forgivable this time? Those thoughts started to leave you, the more you thought about him touching your body. Knoxville scanned the room for a moment, looking for something.

“Ah!” He said walking into a corner of backstage. “Come here, sweetie.” He said calling from some corner of the room. You slowly made your way over, stopping where he stood. A wooden desk and a rolling chair were placed neatly.

You glanced at him, and he smiles. “Here. Let’s start by getting those clothes off ya.” He said in his sweet southern accent. This was real. Your body was heating up rapidly, yet you were dead silent. He stood face to face with you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Revealing your plain bra. You shivered as took it off. He leaned down and kissed the top of both your breasts. He unbuttoned your black jeans with his lanky fingers.

You watched quietly. He bent down and untied your sneakers. Pulling them off and setting them aside. He brought himself back up and tugged down your jeans. You stepped out of them and kicked them away. There you stood in front of someone you deeply admired in just your bra, socks, and underwear.

You felt vulnerable and warm. His cold hands grabbed at your waist. Pulling you into his chest. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him for a hug, and he felt around your body. His hands slide around your back. Making his way down to your ass. Squeezing it, and giving it a hard slap. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and felt almost at peace.

He pulled you away from his chest and kissed your lips gently. The gentle kisses turned into an intense passion. He backed you against the desk, and his tongue infiltrated your mouth. The two of you tugging and pulling at one another.

Fully clothed you tried to feel his body. Slipping your hands beneath his layers of clothes. He pulled back a moment to take a peek at his watch. “Shit.” He mumbled. “It’s almost time for prayer. We’ll need to make this quick. I promise I’ll show you more after baby girl. For now. I’m going to make you feel nice and special. I wanna feel your quivering legs squeeze around me.” He said with a wide grin.

You were flustered, standing awkwardly. “Sit down.” He said grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the spinning leather chair. You sat in the leather chair, closing your legs tightly together. He shook his head and leaned down. Getting onto his knees. You looked down at him in confusion. His hands pried apart your thighs. Exposing your soaked underwear.

He hummed in satisfaction, hooking his fingers into them, he pulled them down. You lifted yourself up a small bit, and they slid down with ease. He pulled them off your ankles and dropped them to the ground. There he sat before you. His dress shoes dug into the wooden floor.

“I’m going to eat out your pretty little pussy. Is that okay with you sweetheart? Your pussy seems to be begging for me.” He said locking eyes with yours. You nodded your head, though that didn’t satisfy him. “Use your words. I know I’ll hear you soon.” He said with a sweet smile. “May I please your pussy baby?” He asked politely.

“Yes, father.” You said, your legs shaking out of anxiety, and anticipation. He gave a wide grin, before grabbing your legs. He pulled you as close as he possibly could. Gently placing your legs on his shoulders. You were angled lower in the chair now. His face just inches from your heat. You could feel his rapid breath on you.

“If you need something to grab onto, don’t worry about messing up my hair cutie.” He said leaning into you. His tongue grazed your clit. You were immediately filled with wet warmth. You held your breath as sweetly explored you. You had never felt this sensation before.

It was nothing like you had ever done to yourself. His hands reached around and grabbed your thighs. His pale hands squeezed as he suckled. If didn’t have such a tight grip you would’ve been shaking out of the chair. You couldn’t contain yourself. Trying to bight on your lip, it did no good.

You were filling the prayer room with lewd moans, and the sounds of your wet pussy. His pace was steady, yet fast. Hard for your head to keep up with. He went in every which direction. Licking stripes up and down, then sucking on your clit. Moving back to circling your wetness.

When you could finally take it no longer, you entangled your hands in his silver hair. Tightly you pulled, using your other hand to squeeze the arm of the chair. In moments of your bliss, you heard the dreadful sound of the large wooden double doors opening. This made him smile, working harder at you.

Though you were horrified, immediately removing your grounding hand from the chair. Covering your mouth to suppress your moans. Knoxville only made himself louder. Humming as he ran his tongue through the mess he made. You started to shake, squirming as you reached your climax. You removed your hand and bit down on it. A death grip in his hair.

As you felt the release, you arched, and nearly flipped the chair back. Lucky to have been grounded on his shoulders. You heard voices as your clarity faded back in, and immediately remembered there were people in the room. Knoxville spread your legs apart and softly planted them to the ground.

He gathered your garments, and you followed. ¨Father my clothes!¨ You almost shouted. He shook his head. ¨I´m not done with you just yet. You´re coming to my office.¨

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knoxville doing some good old fashioned tourism during his time in london town!

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