Sinful Minded
paring: priest!gerard x fem!reader
WARNINGS â smut, virginity loss, p in v, oral (f! receiving), catholic guilt, masturbation, fingering, aftercare (sort of), usage of y/n, priest kink(?), creampie
a/n: I donât know much about religion but I did some research, sorry if I got things wrong! Also this is my first ever long fanfic so I hope you enjoy :)
word count: 2258
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Your parents noticed that you were being distant from the church, they talked to you about how itâs important to believe, but you didnât really care about that.
On Sunday, they forced you to dress up and go to church with them. You tried everything to not go with them, but they kept insisting on you being there.
âYouâre losing your relationship with the lord, y/n, weâre not going to let that happen.â your mother grabbed you firmly by the forearm and dragged you to the car, âthis is nonsense, I donât want to!â you were annoyed by her being so insistent.
Eventually you did get into the car and drove to the church, upon arrival you were mesmerized by how beautiful the church looked from the outside. Above was a big cross hanging from the wall of the churchâs main entrance, around the perimeter were hand carved wooden figures from the bible. What a wonderful sight to see.
You entered the church and was hit with a smell of smoke from the candles they light and a smell of musk. The smell strangely comforting.
You were looking around until your eyes fell on him, the priest. He looked so ethereal, black hair sticking to his temple, those big hazel eyes, it was such a sight to behold. He noticed you and your parents and walked over to you.
âFather Way, itâs good to see you again on this blessed day, how have you been?â your father shook his hand as he said that. âHello, really great seeing you all together again, Iâve been busy with the church like always.â he let out a sigh.
âI noticed that your daughter is back here againâ he looked you up and down and in that moment you felt heat crawl up your throat. âUm.. Hello, Father Way..â you were trying to keep your composure, trying so hard not to fold at the sight of him.
It felt invasive the way he was staring at you and honestly, you were getting aroused by now. Your parents talked with him a little more and you slipped away from them so you could explore the area more.
Everyone in the church was there for the scripture reading, his voice echoed through the room, his voice soft and soothing in a quiet way. You couldnât help but close your eyes and think about him, he looked so beautiful in the cassock he was wearing, the collar adding more detail to his look.
After the reading was done, people still lingered, talking to the other members of the church and sharing their thoughts about their faith. It was nice to see how religion could bring people together like that.
Footsteps approached you but you were zoned out, thinking about nothing and you didnât realize that Father Way was right next to you.
You jumped up and let out a tiny shriek, your heart was racing. âWhoa, easy now.. Sorry I- Uh, didnât mean to scare you..â he rubbed his hands on his neck, laughing awkwardly. âJust wanted to know how it went for youâ smiling softly at you.
âMm, was good..â you were fidgeting with your hands as you tried maintaining eye contact with him. âHey, this might seem random but, uh, if you ever want help with learning more about Christianity, you can talk to me.â he pulled out his rosary and started fidgeting with it.
Your cheeks turned red when he was offering you help, âOh! That means a lot.. thank you, Father.â you smiled. Just as he was about to say something, your mother called out your name. âSorry, I have to go!â you practically sprinted out the heavy, wooden door.
At home, you couldnât help but think about him again, he was so handsome and soft spoken. You thought about him fucking you in front of the big crucifix, by the altar, anywhere in the church, really.
It filled you with shame and guilt, you were being lustful for a pastor who devotes himself to the Lord, the guilt of touching yourself to him was eating away at you, but, fuck, it felt so good. The thought of him filling you up made you clench around your fingers as you sped up, so close to your orgasm.
There was a knock at your door and you jumped up, pulling the sheets over your naked body. âDinnerâs ready, come eat!â the sound of your motherâs voice was coming through the door. You hurriedly cleaned yourself up, put your clothes back on and went to eat.
Afterwards, you went to bed, not being fully able to sleep, the dark thoughts keeping you up at night. You were so eager to see him again, but had to wait until next Sunday rolled around.
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Every Sunday consisted of the same routine: shower, get dressed and look your best, go to church, admire Father Way, go home and touch yourself, eat and sleep. During every visit to the church, you noticed that he looks more in your direction, maybe even staring at you sometimes.
Your pulse rate begins to race whenever you think about how he looks at you with those precious eyes, makes you just want to take him right then and there.
The fantasies grew even stronger as the time passed by, at this point, your favorite part of the day was masturbating to the thought of fucking your priest.
Another week went by and you were so excited to see him again, like always, you looked your best. You went earlier than expected, wanting to spend a little more time with him.
The heavy wooden door creaked open and there you saw Father Way, kneeling on the floor with his rosary clutched to his chest. He looked so concentrated on his prayers that he didnât even hear you enter. You kept quiet, not wanting to interfere with his prayer.
He stood back up after the prayer was done, âFather Way?â your voice echoed through the air, he spun around fast and clutched his hand over his chest âMy Goodness, you scared me, y/n! What are you doing here so early?â he walked towards you and kept a distance between you two.
Your voice caught in your throat, audibly gulping, âI.. Uh, I wanted to do a confession..â you quietly answered, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. He huffed out a little chuckle, nodded and signaled you to follow him to the confessional.
You followed him like a lost puppy, he stood there and pointed where you needed to go, you pulled back the curtain and went inside. You were nervous, this being your first confession, but you kept your composure.
You both sat down and you were breathing heavily, almost as if youâre about to experience an anxiety attack. With shaking hands, you made the sign of the cross, âBless me, father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession and these are my sins.â
Tears started pouring down your cheeks as you confessed all your sins like drinking and swearing, your face felt hotter the more you spoke about your sins. Father Way wasnât fazed by your confessions, since heâs heard it all the time before.
âIâve been having sinful thoughts, father..â you were trying to calm down, wiping away your tears with your arm sleeve. He already knew this was going somewhere, âTell me, my child, what sinful thoughts are plaguing your mind?â
Burying your hands in your face, âIâve been thinking about you fucking me..â your voice cracked at the end. His breath hitched and swallowed hard. âWhat exactly were you thinking about?â his voice came out rougher than he expected, gripping his rosary in his hand tightly, so tight that itâs gonna leave a mark.
As the silence grew louder, he couldnât help himself and got out the confessional, the door scraping against the floor with this awful screech, you stilled for a moment, unsure of what to do. He pulled back the curtain and closed the curtain behind him.
Standing in front of you with wide eyes, you couldnât help but let out a small sound before standing up. âFather, I- Itâs too much-â you couldnât finish your sentence with him crashing his lips against yours, your hand reached up behind his head and you pulled on his hair, deepening the kiss.
He moaned into your mouth and you quickly swallowed the sound, growing wetter with each second passing. You broke off the kiss to breathe again, looking up at his face, guilt was written all over him. âAhh, we shouldnât do this, b-but.. I canât help it..â he dropped to his knees as if he were about to pray for forgiveness.
Gripping the wall, your legs opened up instinctively, arousal and shame filling your senses. His fingers danced over your skirt before finally having the courage to lift it up comfortably, his cheeks flushed with shame as he looked at your panties, a large, wet spot on there.
âF-Father..â you whined as he dragged his two fingers down your slit, pulling your panties to the side before shoving his two fingers in there. Meanwhile you were trying your best to not fall apart immediately, this was all you wanted, him touching you like this. Pressure gradually increased in your stomach as he worked you open, giving your clit the much needed attention.
Alternating between sucks and licks, building a steady rhythm that had your legs shaking. Your thighs clenched around his head as you came, screaming his name like it was a prayer. Your legs felt like jelly, barely able to stand. He helped you steady your body and pinned you against the wall with his body, you felt his hard dick rubbing against your thigh as he groaned, trying to relieve his painfully hard member.
Undoing his belt in a swift motion, he pulled down his pants and boxers, his dick slapping against his plush stomach, you couldnât help but moan at the sight of that. Panic set in as he tried to slip it in, âFather, wait!â you looked up at him with this worried expression. âWhatâs wrong, dear?â his brows furrowed, âItâs just that.. never done this before..â you muttered.
The look of surprise on his face caught you a bit off guard, âDonât worry, Iâll be gentle with you..â he smiled before dragging the head of his cock through your folds, causing you both to groan. Very carefully, he started to push it in, the invasion causing you to gasp. He was so gentle, stopping every few moments so you can adjust until he bottomed out completely with a loud moan.
Tears started pricking at your eyes from the stretch, the burning sensation of it made you feel so much more aroused. Slowly, he rolled his hips into yours at a slow, steady pace. He grabbed his rosary from his pocket and held onto it like he held onto life, his hands gripping your hips as the pace grew faster and faster.
Tiny sounds spilled out your mouth, your tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips snapping against yours. You felt the beads pressing onto your skin so hard that you were sure itâs going to leave a deep, blue mark for hours or days. âForgive me, F-Father.. I couldnât- I canâtâ he was babbling, he knew this was so wrong, but he couldnât help himself.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he went in deeper and faster than before, letting out whimpers into your skin as he sucked a mark on your neck. You felt his tip brush against your cervix, causing you to clench down on his cock as he kept hitting the spot. âMâgonna cum, Father!..â you started circling your clit, wanting to reach the climax faster. He unlatched himself from your neck and pulled out almost all way before slamming back into you, causing the both of you to cum.
His body was shaking from the release, every nerve ending was practically on fire. He kissed your tear-streaked face as he whispered praises into your skin. He tucked himself back in and ran to the bathroom, trying to wash out the taste of you that was still lingering in his mouth. He felt filthy knowing that God was watching him do that to you, to himself.
He breathed heavily, not knowing what to do the next time youâll see each other again. Meanwhile you were still standing there, feeling his cum seep out of you and drip down your thigh, you felt hollow again. You went to the bathroom to try and clean up yourself as much as you could before heading back out.
Noticing that you came out the bathroom, he grabbed your wrist firmly and pulled you into another kiss, âDonât tell anyone about this, alright?â he cupped your face with both hands, looking at you with this scared look. You stared at him for a while before nodding. His expression softened and he let out a sigh of relief.
âListen.. we can see each other outside of church, so, hereâs my number if you want to talk or meet up some other time..â as he wrote down his number, he looked up at you with a shit eating grin before giving you the piece of paper.
You thanked him and went out the door feeling like an emotional wreck, the feeling of him inside of you still lingering, you thought about calling him when youâre home.
holy macaroni, im reading this in public and its osooo good đ¤¤đ¤¤
