⧼ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱɪɴ ⧽─── 심재윤
the priests daughter isn't meant to be questioning her faith. when sweet temptation comes your way in the sweetest form of sin, even the strongest prayers couldn't keep you away from him and his power. what you didn't expect was the secret he had yet to reveal.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓿ampire jake x 𝓹riests daughter
⤷ (5.1k) smut, religious setting, vampires, religious doubt, mind possession, guided masturbation, oral (f!receiving), missionary, sex in a church lol, biting, mention of blood, lowkey blasphemous, not proofread ! ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it's finally here :') it took me way too long to get to this, but i hope she was worth the wait ! i missed writing for the vamps so much and i had so much fun writing this. in case you want something to listen to while reading, i kept listening to this song while writing :p
dust particles circle around the humid air before gathering on the floor, on your shoes. rays of sunshine peaking through the crack of the heavy wooden door of the church, illuminating the dance of dust. in front of you lays a heavy book. a familiar book. its pages thin, yet don’t mistake it for being frail. over the past decades it has served your family. your great grandmother, your grandmother, eventually falling into your lap.
this all should mean something to you, strengthen you, yet it leaves you with more questions every time you read it. doubt oozes out of every single one of your pores, weighing down on your heart and conscience. out of all people the preachers daughter. beloved preachers daughter who feels so utterly alone. living a lie of finding purpose between these thin pages, this holy building of worship. you’re absolutely alone.
evening sermon. not the busiest it gets, especially considering it’s a random thursday. soon the benches will fill, quiet whispers to the holy will be made and your father will speak with so much conviction and devotion it could leave the pope jealous.
you start spotting the first familiar faces coming in, a warm nod your way, sometimes even a wave of the hand. but not because they knew you. no, they knew your father. his approval is what they want to get first row at the pearly gates. it makes no sense to you. isn’t this idealisation exactly what is against their beliefs? not that you shame them for theirs sins, you feel like your entire life is one big sin with these wavering thoughts you’re having.
soon, the expected crowd has settled. your father has firmly shaken every hand and gave his reassuring smile to any troubled soul. “nothing a good sermon can’t fix”, he always says. if only it were this easy.
your father stood in front of the big cross, arms spread open as if to hug the awaiting crowd in front of him, when you heard the noise of footsteps. heavy, slow and deliberate. you turn to the sound. he stood against the sinking sun, causing you to squint. there weren’t really words to describe his beauty. he was striking, both in the soft and the scary way. both sharp and round features adoring his face. broad shoulders, but not yet bulky. lean. intriguing. new.
“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”
the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?
where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.
brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.
“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”
a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”
his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.
“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”
a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”
every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.
“jake.”
jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.
once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.
he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.
the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.
“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.
at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?
you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?
sunday. the holiest day of the week.
more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.
you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.
before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.
your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?
“no sleep?”
your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.
“what?”
“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”
if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.
“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”
he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.
god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.
“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”
“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”
a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”
you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.
“i dream,” you blurt out.
“dream.” he echoes.
you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.
“what about?”
“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”
the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.
“i’m sorry, i have to go.”
pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.
you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.
there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.
you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?
nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.
you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.
the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.
“what are you doing?
you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.
your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”
slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.
your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.
“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”
his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.
nightfall came quicker than expected.
the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.
but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.
no, you felt like your skin was on fire.
droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.
none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.
come on. it echoed in your head.
you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.
this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.
it’ll be nice, i promise.
a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?
so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.
you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.
this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.
he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.
don’t be so hard on yourself now.
you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.
don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.
with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.
i’ll help you, don’t worry.
your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.
just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.
listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.
good, now circle.
you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.
how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.
your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.
what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?
such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.
but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.
explore further down.
unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.
there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.
damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.
fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.
the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.
no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.
that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.
this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.
see, wasn’t that nice?
“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.
sleep well, pretty.
on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.
the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.
the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.
you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?
but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.
oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?
don’t be rude, your father is speaking.
you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.
how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.
it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.
outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?
later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.
“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.
you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.
when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.
of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.
one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.
the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.
you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.
with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.
one last time.
you squeezed your eyes shut.
“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”
“you really think that’ll help you?”
jake. of course he’s here.
you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.
“i act upon my own free will.”
“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”
at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”
this time, you turn your head completely.
“me.”
“yes, you.”
without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.
his hand reached out and you took it.
with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.
your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.
“recite.”
nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.
“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”
his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.
“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.
your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.
“continue.”
he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.
“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.
the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.
“gentleman never tell his secrets.”
you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.
his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.
“next verse, pretty.”
with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.
a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.
“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”
your head falls back in frustration.
“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.
“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.
jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.
“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.
oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.
but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.
his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.
“more, please.”
your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?
he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.
if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.
“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.
“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.
"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.
you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.
in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.
ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.
he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.
your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.
for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.
a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.
“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.
within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”
his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.
the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.
sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.
“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.
“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”
and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.
your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.
without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.
blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.
“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.
“says the vampire,” you shoot back.
he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.
as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.
“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”
the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.
“no, don’t stop. please.”
his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”
his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.
“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”
you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?
so you only had one word for him.
“please.”
for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.
you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.
his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.
“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.
you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.
“yes.”
he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.
you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.
at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.
as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.
the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.
jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.
“come on, you have to drink mine.”
the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.
his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.
“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”
the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.
as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.
the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.
you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.
both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.
after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.
the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.
he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.
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