i’m re watching devil at all times and forgot how damn hot arvin was, can you please write about arvin and reader fucking at the back of the church, during church and him telling her to be quiet and all
hhahahahaha jesus christ
i'm not gonna make it during church because 1) i've never been in a real ass church and 2) i don't know how that would work like. theres the platform and then the pews etc etc
but he’d probably fuck you in the confession room after dark. the preacher usually sticks around in the evening but arvin knows he’s gone out to the pub, probably sneaking around with the 20 yr old he’s cheating on his wife with. lord knows that if the preacher finds you and arvin in the church, your lover would already have the blackmail on him anyway. we all know arvin hates preachers.
you’re hoisted on his lap in your white babydoll dress and he has to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming out of pleasure.
“gotta keep quiet for me, darlin’. preacher could come back any second.”
“vinny,” you whine into his shoulder. your hair’s all disheveled and you’re can’t help but clutch his shoulders with your claws, head falling into his neck with shaking whimpers.
there’s a creaking noise that makes arvin’s ears perk up and suddenly he has his mouth over your hand again while his other harm holds you in place with an iron grip.
“stop fuckin’ moving,” he whispers into your ear. you can’t help it -- he feels too good. he’s still rock hard inside you and you can’t even grind on him, which is making the tears coming from your eyes flow even more.
two minutes turns to five. it feels like an hour to you.
finally he lets go of your mouth and tips your chin up, grinning like the devil.
“dirty girl,” he murmurs before he nips you on your earlobe. “and i thought i was a sinner.”
he knows you can’t control yourself, so he leans back with his hands on your waist while you desperately grind on him. you look so pretty like this -- he thinks he ought to pray to the image of you coming around him instead of any god.
