UGGHHHHH and he'd be so annoying abt it too (ykw i need an excuse to write abt preacher's son!bunny)

⚠︎ WORSHIP, ORAL (M!RECEIVING), PRAISE, THROAT BULGING (SLIGHT), IF YOU'RE OFFENDED BY SACRILEGIOUS/RELIGIOUS THEMES, DNI!!

when you think of a preacher's son or daughter, you imagine a mild mannered and church heavy centered person who follows the laws of heaven and the will of the lord ─ not a man with zero remorse for his acts of sin.

which often includes something sacrilegious like fingering you in the middle of service, or aiding you in going door to door to spread the word of god only to sneak you away and give you a quickie behind the chapel.

he's annoying in the way he teases you too ─ telling saying you're off-key when singing hymns, making you recite verses from memory and poking fun when you get it wrong, playfully chastising you for wearing something "scandalous" to sunday service. he's insufferable amd even though he cracks a joke about feeling dead inside, it's you that bears the punishment of unlawful acts.

his taunting and overbearing need to guide you down the right path has you feeling suffocated, though admittedly, his sinister grin and husky voice always lures you in like a siren's song, making you feel even more like a sinner.

but one day, when he stops by your house and tell your parents that he's worried that you're not taking church seriously, you knew you were about to commit the most heinous crime against your faith.

he makes up a fake story and urges your parents to let him in so he can teach you the proper ways of worship ─ little did they know that meant you sucking his cock in your bedroom where your parents were susceptible to walking in or hearing the sinful act.

and he has no shame in it. there's no shame in the way he lowers you to your knees and unbuckles his belt. there's no shame in the way he pries your lips apart with his thumb, slipping his digit inside to feel the warmth of your mouth and the wetness spread around his finger. hell, bunny even goes out of his way to make sure you leave the door unlocked ─ so what if your parents walk in?

his crimson eyes burn into you as you tug his pants down his hips, his happy trail and the multiple crosses poisoning his skin greeting your eyes as you pull his cock from his boxers.

he watches tentatively as you take him into your mouth, the warmth of your tongue and mouth almost too much for him to bear. bunny doesn't bother lowering his voice ─ he wants you to know how well you're doing, how much he appreciates your worship. he loves the gleam in your way and the way you lean into his touch, gently patting your head and whispering soft praises.

"you're doing so well, cariño ─ worshipping me so fuckin' good," he grunts, wiping away the tear that slips from your eye with his thumb.

he's never considered himself as a god-like figure or even a holy man, but in this moment, he's never felt more like a god than he does when you bob your head faster, taking him deeper into your throat until you gag. but that doesn't seem to stop you, not even as tears blur your vision, as his cock bulges in your neck or even as your mother frantically bangs on the door, too scared to just walk in based on the obscene noises she hears.

the sounds of gagging, of guttural groaning, of soft, muffled moans and sniffling ─ it's all sickening to your mother's ears but sounds like heavenly bliss to the man you're worshipping.

a fire sets ablaze in the pit of his stomach, prompting you to hollow your cheeks and perform with vigor to get him to release, his pleasure the only thing on your mind despite the sounds of yelling coming from downstairs. even as footsteps charge up the rickety steps, bunny waste any precious second with you, pulling his cock from your mouth and giving himself a few lazy pumps.

his body shudders and just as the door of your bedroom swings open, bunny paints your face with his cum, a shaky moan of excitement emerging from his throat as you lavishes you with the reward for your worship, uncaring of the shocked and disgusted expressions etched into your parent's faces.

and yes, word spreads quickly of the vile act the preacher's son committed against an "innocent" church goer, not that he really cares. he never gave a damn about the church anyway. bunny doesn't register his father's cries and shouts of anger as he reprimands his son for "violating the sancitity of god's will". bunny just rolls his eyes, leaving his father to his ramblings ─ he had no intention of staying in this god forsaken town, especially when he had you now.

he had you sneak out of your house and meet him at his favorite tattoo parlor, wanting to commemorate a special moment for the two of you ─ and what better way to do it than with tattoos. he makes sure you get the same them in the same area, just above your navels.

Tagging, no pressure!

Just saying — I do NOT have ten people to tag