Paradisum Chapter 7
I'm dedicating this to @wheresarizona - love you bestie♥️ thanks for loving this world so much - hope you enjoy!
This is how I picture Father Marcus (but with the clerical collar)
Pairing: Father Marcus x F!Reader Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), cockwarming, dirty talk, nipple play (whos surprised?) **blasphemy lmao like... straight up confessional booth sex) **yearning**
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It all weighed heavy on his mind, he could tell by the way he pictures his hands on her body instead of the chalice they currently held. She occupied every thought much like before their revelations but now it was different. Now there was more than lust, more than wanting to bury himself inside her. More than giving her flowers or laughter - now when he thought about her; he wanted time.
He wanted a future with her, and it had nothing to do with the church. More often than not he fell asleep with thoughts of a wedding - their wedding - thought of them living in a little house somewhere no one knew them.
He thought about growing old with her.
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The smoke and haze from the previous mass still hung in the air and it lent a stillness to the air. It wouldn’t last, the next mass was due to start soon and there were people milling about but Marcus wouldn't be leading it. His earlier text said as much, instead he’d be atoning. Repenting, for you, because of you and even though there was no indication that this angered or upset him, the guilt flooded you nonetheless.
I should care, I should feel worse and leave him alone. I shouldn’t be tempting him like this, but I love him, I want him.
The knowledge of it bounced around in your head like a mantra, it’s power and truth multiplying every time and you knew there was nothing you could do but accept.
You saw him, standing near the confessional with his head bowed in reverence and although the sight of him there should have inspired you to leave, let him have peace it did the opposite. It stoked the fire within you and you knew then exactly what you wanted.
You could hear the people starting to move closer, looking for their usual seat in their favoured pew and you moved quickly. To his credit he didn’t scream when you came up behind him, nor did he complain when you hurriedly guided him into the confessional.
“What are you doing? Mass is about to start-” He had a frown on his face but he didn’t seem surprised to see you. Perhaps that should have bothered you, but it didn’t.
“I missed you Marcus.” You smiled at him, the both of you cramped into the confessional forced you to sit on his lap. Where once he would have been sick with worry and guilt he had a sly little smile, he had missed you too.
“And you thought now would be a good time to come find me? You could have asked me to come over tonight, you know I never say no to you.” He was whispering his words onto the sensitive skin of your neck.
“I couldn’t wait.” You smiled before kissing him, relishing the way his mouth opened for your tongue straight away. He let you kiss him the way you wanted, his head tilted up towards yours, his hands squeezing at the meat of your ass as you rocked slowly against him. It was so easy to get lost when he groaned into your mouth, when he pushed and pulled you harder - looking for friction against his growing erection.
The sounds of the crowd just outside stopped and then the sounds of the priest speaking echoed around you. He pulled away, eyes wide - you’d made him forget that the mass was about to start. You couldn’t help but smile at him in the low light within the confines of the space.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here.” He whispered low and the thought of all of those people out there, of the fact that you could be caught at any time made your cunt clench.
Why does this place make me want to act out?
The thought was ever-present whenever you stepped foot in the church but it didn’t stop you now from pulling your shirt up, it didn't stop you from pulling the cups of your bra down to free your breasts. Didn’t stop you from pulling his mouth towards the stiff peak of your nipple.
He wrapped his lips around it with a pained expression, his tongue swirling while his grip tightened on your ass and he wasn’t content with just the one, soon he was lavishing the other with the same attention. The arousal burned through you, the aching emptiness between your thighs begging for his cock.
He didn’t protest when you reached between you to free the weeping head of him - instead he bit his lip as the mass carried on - the people oblivious as to what was happening mere feet away.
He watched, open-mouthed as you let the saliva drip onto your hand before stroking him slowly. Wordlessly you got up as quietly as you could, pulling your bottoms down just enough to expose yourself. There wasn’t enough room to rid yourself of your clothing so instead you turned and he understood what you wanted. He guided you, rubbing his cock through the closed lips of your cunt, wetting himself in you before letting you sink down inch by glorious inch until you were flush.
“Fuck baby, your pussy is so fucking tight like this.” He whispered the filthy words into your ear as his hands moved up to pluck at your nipples. His words, his cock thick and deep inside of you, his hands on your chest - it all ramped your arousal higher and higher despite not moving. “Think we could come like this? Just you sitting on my cock? Fuck-” He groaned quielty when you clenched around him. His fingers slid between your closed legs finding your engorged little clit and he rubbed at it slowly.
The people just outside prayed, knelt and stood and sang and did all of the things they usually did whilst praying while Marcus’ finger slid slowly over your clit, pulling wave after wave of slick from your cunt.
“Fuck - I think you might do it..” He was rubbing faster, you clenched over and over, rhymically squeezing him as you both stayed as quiet and motionless as you could. “Keep doing that, you’re going to make me fucking come..” He kept rolling your nipple between his fingers, kept gliding against your clit, kept breathing in your ear - biting at it between the softest groans and with a pinch the coil snapped. The wave of it cresting across your body, through the tips of your fingers and toes, your breasts.
He wasn’t far behind, the force of your orgasm claimed him too and you felt the twitching of his cock inside you, felt the heat spilling from the tip deep and you bit your lip at the crush of his hand on your hip.
You both stayed like that until mass was over, until the whole place had cleared out, him buried deep, you content to feel him there. He was quiet when you both walked out of the church, pensive and with the way he smiled, with the way his fingers ghosted over yours when you bumped together it was obvious what he wanted. You wanted it too.
“Marcus, can you spend the night?” You made it easier on him, smiling up at him as he walked you out, keeping a respectful distance in case anyone saw. He was truly beautiful when he smiled.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
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