crye_dye

note: this is an old fic i rewrote… very smut. yep. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

Life had been hitting you hard lately, and you ended up volunteering at the church after you moved into a small room they offered for the time being. It wasn’t supposed to be a permanent thing, but the roof over your head helped while you tried to get your feet back on the ground. You spent your days cleaning the pews or helping with the chores, and that was how you grew close to Father Jud. He wasn’t like the old priests you usually saw around churches. He was young and actually knew how to joke around with you.

He had a way of being funny without even trying, and his kindness made it easy to talk to him as if he were not even a priest here. It was hard not to notice that Father Jud was handsome, and every woman visiting the church seemed to have eyes for him. The old ladies always made sure to stop him for a long chat, and the younger girls suddenly started listening to his Sunday sermons much more closely. He was a good talker, and his looks definitely didn’t hurt his reputation with the churchgoers. It felt like everyone in town suddenly found a reason to have a lot of sins because the line for the confessional was always full of people just wanting a chance to talk to him.

You watched the way they all crowded around just to get a word with the priest as you realized how much of an effect he had on everyone. Jud, on the other hand, hadn’t expected you to live here longer than necessary, but he couldn’t bring himself to kick you out either. It wasn’t about the money since the church had enough resources to feed another person in need. He began to see your presence as a challenge that God put right in his path to test his resolve. You were always around, helping with the housework, and your kindness didn’t feel like an act just to pay for your place here.

He liked the way you thought about things because you were smart, and the two of you never ran out of things to talk about. The real problem for Jud was how beautiful you were because it made you a constant temptation in his daily life. You were like a plague that got under his skin and messed with his head whenever he tried to focus on his duties. His thoughts kept swaying into things that weren’t holy, and your face lived in his mind. It made his body react in ways he wanted to ignore. He felt like you were infecting him with the urge to sin whenever you walked into a room or smiled at him.

It was a challenge for him to keep his distance, but he only thought about how much he wanted to break his vows just to stop those thoughts. Yet it’s much harder when he also knew all the little details of your life because you told him everything during your weekly visits to the confessional. He listened to every mistake and every small worry you had, but he never judged you for any of it. Truthfully, he probably had way more to confess than you did after all those nights he spent thinking about you in his bed. He kept it to himself, and he focused on being the priest you needed, even though he struggled with his own urges.

“Bless me, Father, for I’ve sinned,” you said, and your voice was soft as it came through the wood. You sounded so innocent, and it was like you didn’t know what you were doing to him while Jud gripped his rosary beads. He looked down at the floor and said a few quick prayers in his mins. “Tell me your sins,” Jud said while his voice sounded deep and rough. He cleared his throat and tried to focus as he heard you move around on the other side. You seemed unsure of yourself, which wasn’t like you, since you’ve always told him everything before.

“I’ve had dirty thoughts, Father. Filthy ones,” you whispered as the words made his hand stop moving over the beads. Jud wondered why this confession felt so different from the others as he listened to you breathe. “What kind of dirty thoughts?” Jud asked because he needed to know the details of what you were doing. You stopped talking for a second while you moved in your seat. He pressed his forehead against the wall to listen to what you were thinking and waited to hear what was so bad that you felt you had to come here.

“I’ve been thinking about things, Father,” you said while a despicable part of him loved hearing about your sins. “I keep having these thoughts about this man, and they just get worse whenever I try to stop,” you continued as Jud bit his hand to keep from making any noise. He was getting hard, and his length rubbed against the rough fabric of his pants while he wanted some relief. It’s embarrassing that he quickly reacted that way after just hearing what you said. He dug his nails into his palms because he knew he wasn’t supposed to touch himself in here. “What kind of dreams are they?” Jud asked, and his voice cracked because it made him think about things he shouldn’t have.

He could smell you through the wood, and it made him think things he shouldn’t have while the booth got way too hot. “I dream he does stuff to me that I’m too embarrassed to even say out loud in a church,” you whispered while you sounded like you were out of breath. He wondered if you were playing with your clothes or touching yourself as you sat there. “I’m scared of what I’d do if I were with him,” you said, but you sounded both guilty and turned on by the idea. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew how much you were teasing him, and Jud felt like he was about to snap.

“Tell me more about what he does to you in these dreams,” Jud ordered while he stared at the screen. “Is it really necessary for me to say every little thing, Father?” you asked while your fingers picked at the fabric of your clothes. Jud leaned closer to the wood because he didn’t want you to stop now. “God can’t wash away the sins you keep hidden, and you won’t get absolution unless you’re honest with me,” Jud said as he felt like he was running out of air. You took a shaky breath on the other side of the screen. “Well... we were just kissing at first,” you whispered, and Jud didn’t see the problem yet.

“There’s nothing wrong with a kiss, but why does that worry you so much?” Jud asked while he felt the heat rising in the small booth. You adjust yourself a little on your seat, and he hears the wood creak under you. “It wasn’t just a kiss, Father. He had his hands all over me... and he’s not just some random guy,” you admitted as your voice got even lower. Jud gripped the edge of his seat, and he wanted to know who had you feeling this way. “This man isn’t someone I’m allowed to want. I shouldn’t even be looking at him like that,” you said while you sounded like you were about to cry.

Jud felt his blood rush as he realized you were talking about someone off-limits. “Did you do something to get some relief?” Jud whispered as he reached down to rub his hand over the bulge in his pants. He heard you let out a long breath on the other side of the wood. “I touched myself while I thought about him, Father,” you admitted while the sound of your voice made Jud bite his other hand until he tasted blood. He felt his length twitch against the fabric, and he rubbed his palm against it because he couldn’t help himself.

“You really touched yourself while you thought about this man defiling you?” Jud asked because he needed to hear you say it again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you coming and your mouth hanging open while your toes curled in the dark. “Please don’t make me say it again, Father Jud... I just want to feel clean again,” you begged, and you sounded totally desperate for him to forgive you. Jud pressed his hand harder against his pants, and he didn’t stop because he wanted to hear every single detail of how you wanted this person, yet he knew that was not possible.

“F-Father Jud?” you breathed as the silence on his side made you feel like you’d said too much. Jud bit his hand to keep from making any noise while he fought the urge to pleasure himself through his pants. “Say ten Hail Marys and two Our Fathers,” Jud said with a hoarse voice, and he tried to keep his cool. He felt sick with guilt while he sat there in the dark booth. “God’s going to forgive you. He always does,” Jud added as he gripped the edge of his seat. You didn’t say anything, but he heard you get up from your seat.

“You can go now. God must forgive those who are honest,” Jud muttered while he waited for you to leave. He listened until he couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore, then wiped his sweaty palms on his dark pants. Jud left the confessional quickly because he needed to get away from the thoughts of you touching yourself for him. Jud ignored the questions from the sisters while he left the children waiting for their turn to confess. He walked through the corridors without looking and let his feet guide him until he eventually reached his room. Jud knelt by his bedside before he began to pray and beg for forgiveness.

All the praying he did in his room is worthless when it doesn't help him at all. He barely made it through the rest of his duties because his thoughts kept going back to the way you sounded in the confessional. It was midnight by the time he was finally alone in the church because everyone else had gone to sleep. He was on his knees at the altar while he tried to talk to God, but he heard you behind him. “Why are you here so late?” Jud asked as he didn’t even have to turn around to know it was you. You stopped walking while you kept your head down. “I couldn’t sleep because I had another dream,” you whispered while you looked at the ground.

“I wanted to see if you’re okay, Father,” you added since you were worried about him. Jud crawled across the floor on his knees while his hands shook. He grabbed the hem of your nightgown as he looked completely desperate. “I need to know who you see,” Jud said while he looked up at you with wide eyes. You reached down, and your fingers brushed his face as you tried to get him to stand up. “You don’t look well, Father. Let me help you to your room,” you said and you sounded scared for him. Jud ignored you and rested his forehead against your calves while his hands shook.

“Please, I just need to understand who you’re seeing in those dreams,” Jud said while he held onto your legs. “Who is it?” he asked, and he felt like he was going crazy. You took his face in your hands and cupped his jaw while you treated him like something fragile. “Father Jud,” you whispered as your warm breath hit his skin. “I- Okay. It’s always been you. You’re the man I see in my dreams. You’re the one I touch myself to while I’m alone,” you confessed because you couldn’t keep it inside anymore. You felt heat spread across your face while you looked down at him.

“It’s you I want. It’s you I’m sinning for, so please just go to bed now,” you added since you were scared of what might happen next. Jud felt a rush of excitement because he realized he wasn’t the only one struggling with these feelings. He was happy for a second, but then he felt a wave of guilt as he remembered where he was. He put his hand over yours and entwined your fingers while he stayed on his knees at your feet. “I’m weak,” Jud said as he pulled your joined hands closer and pressed his lips against your knuckles.

He looked up at you with wide eyes while his chest moved fast. “I’m so weak for you, and I crave you more than I should,” he added while he kept his mouth against your skin. Jud didn’t let go of you as he nuzzled into your touch. “Every part of me wants you, and I want to see you do every sinful thing you’ve thought about,” Jud muttered while his lips grazed the back of your hand. He looked completely desperate because he was losing his fight against the temptation. “I should be punished for even thinking like this, but I can’t stop,” he whispered as he held onto you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Jud moved his face closer to your legs while he gripped your hand and leg. He pressed a kiss against your thigh through the fabric of your nightgown and looked up at you as if he was waiting for you to tell him this was wrong. “God wouldn’t want to see you like this, Father,” you whispered while your fingers tangled in his hair. You knew you were standing in a holy place, but you didn’t move an inch to walk away from him. “Lord, forgive me for I’m about to sin,” Jud muttered as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against your stomach.

“Please, just let me have this one thing, and I’ll never ask for anything again,” he prayed, and his hands tightened. He started to press slow kisses against the fabric covering your legs and moved higher with every touch. “I can’t stop because I just need to know what it’s like to have you,” Jud said since he was completely under your spell. He didn’t try to remove your clothes, but instead he buried his face between your thighs. Jud pressed his mouth right against your cunt while he kept the material of your nightgown between his lips and your skin.

“Father, we’re in the church,” you gasped while you felt the heat of his breath through the thin layer. You tried to nudge his shoulders back, but your legs felt weak while he knelt there. “I know where we are,” Jud groaned into the fabric while he kept his face buried there. He pressed a kiss against your folds through the cloth and let his nose nuzzle into you. You let out a shaky breath and grabbed his hair while your body felt warm from the sensation. “We shouldn’t do this here,” you whispered while you felt his mouth move against your skin.

Jud didn’t move away because he wanted to feel your pulse against his face while he didn’t move from the floor. You tried to walk back, but Jud moved with you on his knees until you felt the wood of a pew hit your back. He gripped your waist to hold you right there while he looked up at you. “Jud- someone might see us,” you whispered while you glanced around the dark room. He shook his head and kept his hands firm on your body. “Everyone’s asleep. Nobody’s coming here tonight,” Jud muttered because he was too focused on you to care about anything else.

He leaned forward and buried his face against your center. Jud started to press kisses right over your cunt as if he was kissing your mouth. “Is this what happened in your dream? Did I use my tongue on you just like this?” Jud asked while he talked against the fabric. You felt your breath catch while the warmth from his mouth seeped through the cloth. “I want to know if I made you moan just like you did when you were alone,” he added because he wanted to hear you lose control. You gripped the edge of the pew while he kept his mouth pressed against your folds.

“Yes- y-you used your tongue just like that,” you gasped while your knees buckled against his chest. Jud groaned and nuzzled into you while he moved his head side to side. “In those dreams of yours, and did I have my fingers deep inside you, too?” Jud asked while he looked at you with those mesmerizing eyes. He didn’t use his hands, but his mouth was enough to make you feel like you were going to fall over. “I l-liked it- I liked how your fingers felt inside me,” you sobbed while you felt him press his tongue against the material.

Jud pressed his face deeper into you while he made a low sound in his throat. “Tell me if you screamed my name while I did it,” he whispered while he kept his lips on the cloth covering your clit. Your body was almost burning from the sensation as he continued to kiss you through the thin nightgown. “I screamed your name every time, Jud,” you whispered, and he let his hands slide down your thighs until he touched the hem of your nightgown. He bunched the fabric up in his fists and hiked it over your waist before he ducked his head underneath the garment.

You felt his fingers hook into the elastic of your panties and tug them down your legs until they fell to the floor. “You’re so beautiful,” Jud murmured while he leaned in and pressed his open mouth against your wet slit, and his breath warmed your folds. You tilted your head back, and your legs felt like they were about to give up from standing. “Mmm- tell me what you want,” Jud said while he used his nose to nuzzle against you. “I need you, Jud, please,” you begged while looking down at the shape of the body beneath the fabric.

Jud didn’t wait, and he licked a long path from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit. You let out a loud whine when he reached that sensitive spot. “Is this how it felt when you were dreaming about me?” Jud asked before giving it another lick. “Y-yes- ahhn- right there,” you sobbed when he flicked his tongue over the small nub. Jud gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his face before he started to suck on it. He moved his tongue up and down between your folds. “You taste better than any dream,” Jud whispered after he pulled an inch away before he returned his mouth to your cunt.

“I- right there,” you choked out while you pulled your nightgown up with one hand to give him more room. Your other hand tangled in his hair, and you gripped the dark strands to keep him against you. You were definitely going to hell for this, but at least you were going for a good reason. Fucking a priest against a church pew was exactly the kind of mess that would be your downfall, and you almost wanted to laugh at how bad it was while you leaned back against the pew. “Mhm,” Jud groaned against your inner thighs while he licked a long and wet path from the bottom of your slit up to your clit.

He used his tongue to suck on the little nub, and it made you let out a loud cry. “Oh- fuc-” you sobbed while your knees buckled and your fingers tightened in his hair. “You’re so good for me,” Jud muttered when he pulled back just enough to look at you. He didn’t wait for an answer, and he dived back between your legs to flick his tongue over your center. You arched your hips to meet his mouth, and your walls clenched around nothing. He licked inside your heat and found the spot that made your legs almost fall to the floor.

“Haaah- m-more,” you pleaded while you rutted against his face. Jud let out a low sound of delight, and he used two fingers to thrust deep into your cunt. He thrust his fingers against that sweet spot, and he moved his mouth back to your clit to suck it into his lips. “Christ! Please-” you screamed his name while the need inside you is almost there to the point of breaking. Your toes curled against the floor, and your thighs started to shake while he worked his fingers in and out of you. He didn’t slow down, and he licked you faster until you felt like you were about to finish.

“Almost there, I know you are. Give it to me,” Jud ordered while he used his thumb to rub your clit in circles. You finally came, and your body trembled while your walls squeezed his fingers. You make loud noises, and you feel him greedily lap up everything while he moans against your thighs. Jud licked your cunt until he cleaned every drop of your mess, and then he finally stood up. You barely catch your breath when he leans in to press his lips against yours. You tasted your own release when his tongue dipped into your mouth, and you rocked your hips against him instinctively.

That heat in your stomach started to burn up again, and you realized you wanted more than just his mouth. “I love hearing you like that,” Jud muttered while he hovered close to your face. “I want to hear you so loud that everyone knows exactly who takes care of you,” Jud said while his hands gripped your waist. “Well, I want to hear you ask for forgiveness after this,” you teased while you reached out and held his arm. You squeezed his forearm while you looked up at him. “I think you’ll need ten Hail Marys and two Our Fathers by the time I’m done with you, Father Jud,” you said while a small smile showed on your face.

You glanced toward the altar and the wooden cross hanging in the distance. It was a real shame for the two of you to be sinning like this in a church, and you figured God probably had plenty to say about the mess you were making. You figured He was probably watching with a lot of disappointment. God help you both for being such dedicated sinners in His house. You promised yourself you would pray as many times as it took to make up for this, but that was a problem for later. You were sure the big guy upstairs wouldn’t mind waiting a few more hours until you finished up with His favorite priest.

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