fem!reader x priest | 1k words
He canāt look away. You, a vision of pure temptation, lean against the alter at the front of the church, lifting up that pretty little mass dress you wore just for him. His mind had been swirling with sickening fantasies, but now all he can do is stare.
His conscience screams at him to turn away, but heās frozen and wide-eyed as he watches you finally expose yourself to him. He doesnāt glance down right away, instead locked onto your face, fighting every dirty urge until his will is worn away. When he dares to look, he turns pale.
Between him and salvation is the laciest, stringiest pair of panties you own, with a damp spot in the middle of the paper thin fabric. Heās practically drooling.
He snaps out of it, turning away to pace up and down the aisle, running a hand across his face. He canāt be doing this. He shouldnāt even be feeling this way, so whyā¦why? He looks at the cross above you. It was only for a moment but the pang of guilt is so strong it physically hurts. When he looks back at you, he feels none of that, only warmth and desire. It shouldnāt feel this nice, right?
Teasing him more, you pull the panties to the side. Fuck. There you are, warm and dripping just for him. Your fingers creep just over your clit and in an instant heās in front of you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You jump at the suddenness.
āWhat? Not feeling so bold anymore?ā He grips your hand tighter as he whispers in your ear. He sounds angry but thereās a hint of something else. Playfulness?
āThis-!ā His free hand drags up your thigh. āThis is your fault!,ā he curses you, pressing his fingers against your wet clit. You gasp and squirm. āWore your Sunday best just for me, didnāt you? Knowing I canāt help myself.ā
āI-Iām sorryā, you plead.
āMaybe you should get on your knees and pray for forgiveness?ā The words startle him as they come out of his mouth. Heās never acted like this before. It terrifies him.
He stops, jumping back from you, looking and feeling a little crazy with his rumpled suit and his hands up in front of him. His wide eyes watch you as he takes deep breaths, trying desperately to steady himself, but something catches his eye.
His fingers glisten in the light, coated with a bit of you. He caves.
He frantically flips you, bending you over the alter. Hands rummage through your dress until theyāve hiked it up enough to pull your panties down your thighs. He quickly undoes his pants and shoves his cock in you, groaning loudly with relief once itās nestled in your warmth, as if heād die without it.
Heat pools inside you. He tucks your hair out of the way, and plants kisses on the back of your neck. āThank youā¦thank you,ā he whimpers reverently in your ear after every soft thrust, each one coating his cock more until his hips are drenched.
With each drive into you, he loses more restraint. His kisses linger, kneading your flesh with his lips until deep purple hickeys are left in their place. His hands grows bold, tracing over your body, squeezing every curve like heās trying to memorize you. But the guilt is still there, poisoning his pleasures and making him resent you.
āI hate you,ā he growls. Itās a lie, of course but god he fucks you like it were true. He takes a fistful of your hair and buries his head into your neck, too ashamed to look at the cross that heās now forcing you to watch.
Hard, angry thrusts make your thighs jiggle against him. He grunts, steaming his hot breath against your skin. āThis stupid fucking thing,ā he mumbles as he fights with his collar, which at this point feels like itās absolutely suffocating him. With his free hand he tears it off, finally getting the air he needs to properly rearrange your guts.
His weeping dick abuses you, battering your poor cunt so hard tears stream down your face. He pulls down the front of your dress, popping both of your soft breasts out for him. You feel him somehow swell up more inside you the moment his fingers brush over your nipples. He needs to see you.
He pulls out with a quick sticky noise and flips you around again. āGod,āhe stops to take you in. Flushed cheeks, doe eyes, peaked nipples, warm cunt. All of it was for him. āYouāre beautiful.ā
All of a sudden, you feel timid and turn away from him, hiding the little smile on your lips. Why was he so mad again? He canāt seem to remember. His thick cock twitches at your entrance before gliding back into you with a sweet squelching noise.
His thrusts this time grow uneven and disjointed quickly. The view beneath him is mesmerizing. Your half flitted eyes as he fucks you dumber and dumber, your perfect tits bouncing with every āplapā of his hips, the sight of your slick pussy devouring every inch, just sent him climbing higher.
He explodes, spewing white hot ropes of cum deep inside you. You feel every pump roll up his shaft before coating your walls with his pent up load. He doesnāt stop. How can he? Godās never made him feel this good. He thrusts until thereās nothing left and beyond that, making a creamy mess between your legs.
Only when continuing becomes unbearable does he stop. The clarity of what heās done washes over him, heās still angry but not at you. He looks overhead, and itās clear whatās written all over his face. āLook what I did in the house of god.ā
