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And then my heart broke into Infinitesimal pieces and I died.
it’ll pass
All the feels. So many feels. Fleabag Season 2 was a delight and a heartbreak rolled into one. Much like love most of the time.
Rewatch may happen.
FLEABAG (2016-2019)
Nicholas as a Priest . My religious trauma is bleeding 😣😭
saw a tiktok slideshow talking about attractive men playing priests in TV/movies,, and so obviously i start scrolling through, mainly bc i expect to see one specific person
imagine the SHOCK the BETRAYAL i felt when i didn’t see the hot priest from fleabag in the slideshow?? like ive never seen anyone snubbed this badly in my life 😭
The Priest 🔥
Andrew Scott, Fleabag
Instagram: _idealart
I still mean it...
By influence of our Discord Server.. I upgraded Faust. You’re welcome.
this man is SO fine holy shit i need him so bad
everyone talks about the "it'll pass" but not enough people talks about the "i love you too"!!!!! IT RUINED ME.
I don't know. I don't know. + bonus:
Everyday I understand Fleabag just a little bit more.
Important!
Only happened a few times but god knows I savour it.
Priest Sheen is girl dinner
What's your current obsession? Mines like fleabag or stranger things
Reblog this if its okay for people to reblog your posts and have silly convos that have nothing to do with the post
in the most biblical sense, i am beyond repentance - matty healy
this is part two of when i'm down on my knees, you're how i pray (priest!matty)
jesus is my virtue and judas is the demon i cling to.
it's ash wednesday and you find yourself alone in the church with matty, what else is there to do but to get on your knees and repent..
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, blasphemy, lots of it, age gap, oral (m receiving), degradation, fingering, edging, unprotected sex, semi public/public sex, d word, another tag for the blasphemy bc its so blasphemous lol
8084 words
shouts to @lottiecrabie for writing pray for my soul and inspiring the brain rot that is priest!matty <3 (still on my knees begging and pleading for pfms 5 tbh)
It was Ash Wednesday, a holy day. A day meant for repentance and prayer, a day for sacrifice, a day that meant you got to see Matty again.
If you thought about it hard enough, you could still feel the burn of his hands against your body, only having been three days since you saw him last - since he had you falling apart in a new sacreligious way.
Anticipation coursed through your veins at the thought of seeing the priest again so soon, normally having to wait an entire week between hook ups, bruises completely faded by the time you were seeing each other again. But this time, you still had faint marks scattered across the inside of your thighs, marks that Matty left behind when you sat on his face until you were crying and his jaw was locking up.
You flush, walking down the aisle alongside rows and rows of empty pews, swallowing thickly as your eyes are immediately drawn to dark curls sitting in the very first one, his arms spread out along the backside of the wood. He wasn’t even facing you and yet you could feel your veins thrum in anticipation at the knowledge that the two of you were alone - and you knew where that always led.
“Where have you been?” Matty’s deep voice carried throughout the already thick air of the church, bouncing off the stained glass windows faintly illuminated by the moon and shooting straight down to illuminate the fire under your skin.
“How did you know it was me?” Your voice was meek, nervous. Matty still hadn’t turned around to face you and yet he was so confident that your footsteps were the one echoing in tandem. The closer you got to the priest, the faster your heart thumped against your chest, feeling ashamed that your core was already clenching in anticipation for what he’d say next.
Matty paused for a beat, allowing the sound of your footsteps to inch closer to him before indulging you. “I know the sound of your heart.” His voice was confident, fingers starting to tap against the top of the wooden pew that his arms rested against, your stomach swooping when you realized the taps of his fingers matched the rhythm of your heart. “I can hear it pounding from here.”
You gulp, taking a deep breath through your nose to try and calm the rate at which your heart was indeed pounding. The sound of Matty chuckling only fueled it to beat faster, knowing that he had heard you trying to calm it. You felt exposed before he had even laid eyes on you.
You choose not to reply, allowing the only sound to fill the empty church be your footsteps carrying you the rest of the way until you were standing in front of him, staring down at the priest who was already looking at you like he could eat you alive in one bite.
You tried to keep your eyes locked with his own but temptation took over and you found your eyes scanning over his frame unashamed. The way the muscles in his arms flexed against the cuff of his black shirt as they were thrown against the backrest of the pew he was sitting on, the way his legs were spread apart, the way they spread wider now that they had your attention - almost like an invitation.
You swallow thick and hard, running your eyes slowly back up his body until they are locked back with his own, dark and full of a smug mixed arrogance - knowing that he already had you in the palm of his hand without even doing anything.
Matty allows his own eyes to explore your frame, lip twitching into a smirk as he took in your outfit that was borderline inappropriate for such a setting as this - in a church, in front of a priest, on Ash Wednesday. The way the hem of your dress barely fell past your fingertips, the way the low cut of had your cleavage spilling out of it, the way one of the straps fell down your shoulder when you started to breath a little more heavy from the feeling of Matty’s heavy eyes burning against your skin. The way his dark orbs followed your hand as it pulled the strap back up and in its place, falling back to your own now that it was settled.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Matty spoke off handedly, bringing one of his arms that had been thrown across the back of the pew up to his mouth, rubbing at his chin - fingertips grazing his bottom lip. His head tilted to the side as his dark eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ve been sitting here for ages, the last person came to get their ashes two hours ago.”
You shift under his heated gaze, your eyes flicking down to watch the way his fingers rubbed along his own bottom lip, wishing he’d reach out and run them along yours instead and feeling disappointed when he didn’t. “I should have known better. I should know by now that my girl would never stand me up.” You felt your heart skip a beat at my girl, wondering if Matty heard that as well. “You’re too good for that.”
You clear your throat to find your voice, blushing and twiddling your thumbs. “Sorry, I was busy.”
“Doing what?”
“I had this Chemistry exam I needed to study for.” You shrugged, picking at the hem of your dress, dark eyes glued to the way the action had it reveal more skin. “I lost track of time.”
“Hm.” Matty hums, taking his time trailing his eyes back up to meet your own, by the time the journey was said and done you felt on fire. “You sure that’s the only reason you came so late, angel?”
Taking his hand off of his chin to slowly trail down down his chest, your eyes glued to the sight like a lifeline, tongue feeling like sandpaper as his veiny hand trailed down further until it was enveloping himself over the material of his black pants. His eyes rolled back into his skull, more for show than for pleasure, you drank in the sight.
His head full of dark curls tipped to the side, smirking. “Had nothing to do with the fact that now you have me all to yourself?”
You knew that he was playing you, scooping you right up into the palm of his hand. His hand continues to rub himself over his pants, his breath growing heavier with each passing squeeze, dark eyes full of desire and eating you alive.
You shrug, batting your eyelashes, innocent and teasing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Matty’s hums, taking his hand off himself in favor of reaching out to grab your wrist, tugging on it until you landed on his knee, arm wrapping around your waist as you shifted against it to adjust to the sudden close proximity to the priest. You were able to see his features much more distinctly this close, counting his eyelashes as he stared up at you with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “You sure about that?”
Your eyes search his face, memorizing all the features now that you had him this close with no distractions. You shake your head softly. “No, Father.”
Matty’s fingers dig harshly into your side at the name, a pattern you knew would bruise along your skin by the time you made it back home, thrill shooting up your spine at the thought. You loved when Matty left his mark on you, a memory for you to watch fade until you saw him again only to be littered with new ones for you to admire, repeating the vicious cycle week after week, month after month, never ending. “You want me?”
You clench at the thought of the unlocked door of the church, knowing that anyone could walk in late to get their ashes just as you did, that anyone could catch the two of you in such a blasphemous act. “Yes, Father.”
Matty’s lips were against your own in a flash, pulling you in for a kiss that already had your mind feeling hazy, already so desperate for the priest that you were shifting against his thigh. His fingers spread across your hip and dig into the flesh of it, causing you to gasp and allowing him the freedom to slide his tongue in. You shift against his knee once more, Matty tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and then he’s gone. “You taste like chocolate.”
You flush, dipping your head to hide your face out of embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that. I ate a bunch of it before I came here.” Matty stares up at you in an amused yet puzzled gaze, a soft small smile tugging at his lips. You flush further at the admission. “That’s what I’m giving up for Lent, had to indulge in it one last time, ya know?”
Matty snorts, shaking his head softly, his curls with it. “Oh, come on, everyone chooses chocolate.” His dark eyes roll playfully, teasing - pinching your hip and causing that fire to ignite in your stomach, replacing the butterflies that threatened to swarm with the way he was looking up at you from your place on his knee. “You don’t wanna challenge yourself?”
“That is a challenge!” You argue with a gasp. “Have you ever tried a Heath bar? It’s the closest thing to Heaven, honestly.” Matty rolls his dark eyes once more, laughing through a scoff. You fix him with a pointed stare, narrowing your eyes and tilting your head inquisitively. “Alright then, what are you giving up? Since you’re so high and mighty.”
Matty’s soft smile slowly spreads into a smirk, your stomach swirled at the sight. “That’s between me and God, sweetheart.” Thrill shooting up your spine from the dangerous look in his eyes, ones that scanned your face before sliding down to stare at the way your naked thighs looked sitting across his lap. Matty’s fingers dug deeper into your hip as his other hand spread across one of your thighs, swallowing the area so easily that it made your head spin. You gulp. His fingers sneaking ever so slightly under the hem of your dress before trailing his eyes back up to meet your own. “Definitely not pretty girls who worship me.”
You feel a twinge of jealousy at the plural noun, not able to stop yourself from voicing it. “Girls?”
Matty’s smirk deepens, his fingers sliding slightly deeper under your dress, your heart racing at the feeling. “Only you, angel.”
You feel the butterflies start to mix with the fire that pooled in your stomach, hopeful that they would die in the heat. You narrow your eyes, resisting the urge to clench your thighs around his hand creeping up the expanse of them. You scoff through a forced laugh, knowing your words weren’t true before you spoke them. “I don’t worship you.”
“Yeah?” Matty’s voice took on a condescending tone that you were all too familiar with, his fingers digging into the flesh of your inner thigh, you couldn’t help but gasp softly at the feeling - the sound only fueled the smirk on his face to spread wider. “You wanna put your money where your mouth is, princess?”
You swallow thickly, not able to stop your thighs from clenching around his hand any longer. You always lost games like this with him, never able to say no to him. You knew you had no argument against him, no leg to stand on when he was looking at you like this, digging his fingers in your waist and speaking in such a deep, gravely tone. “Get on your knees.”
The two of you stare at one another for a beat, allowing the tension between you to grow thicker, as badly as everything inside of you was screaming to follow his orders, to be good for him - you found yourself fighting to try and prove a point. Desperate to prove to someone, anyone - Matty, God, yourself, that he didn’t hold such power over you.
Matty’s smirk never faltered, he knew exactly what you were doing, could practically hear the battle you were having with yourself in your head. His fingers that had been digging at your hip came up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“Come on, baby.” You had no resolve left once the rare pet name tumbled from his lips, desperate to please him now that he was calling you it. Matty knew this, if the smug look in his eye told you anything. “Get on your knees and worship Daddy’s cock.”
And really, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to care about Matty winning this little back and forth as you slid down from his lap and onto your knees, the cold floor digging against them. You’d let him gloat for all of eternity as long as it meant he was pulling himself out of confinement, anticipation coursing through your veins at the sound of his zipper echoing throughout the empty church.
“There she is, there’s my good little girl.” Pumping himself twice as you settled more comfortably on the harsh floor. “Could never tell me no, isn’t that right?”
You nod softly, you would agree with anything that came out of his mouth right now, too mesmerized with the action of watching his hand pump himself to think coherently. Matty keeps his hand on himself, hissing as he swipes his thumb over his tip, reaching out with his unoccupied hand to run a thumb along the expanse of your bottom lip. You clench at the feeling, placing your hand on his knee and digging your manicured nails into the area, eyes glued to the way his hand enveloped around his length, desperate to feel the weight on your tongue. As if Matty could hear your thoughts, he pushes his thumb past your lips, groaning when you immediately sucked it into your mouth - swirling your tongue around the pad of it as if to show him what you could do to him instead.
Matty allows you to swirl around his thumb a few more times, groaning when you curl your tongue around it, before sliding it out of your mouth and trailing the spit coated digit down your chin and gripping your jaw. “You want it?”
You stare up at him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and pouting your bottom lip out slightly. “Please, Father.”
Matty smirks, dropping his hold on your chin and leaning back against the back of the pew, taking his hand off of himself and throwing his arms back over the wooden pew as they had been earlier when you first walked in. The sight had you clenching your thighs together. He looked so powerful like this, he was powerful like this, legs so spread out and inviting - staring down at you like he could eat you alive. The image so erotic that your mind was growing hazy. “Have at it then, baby.”
This time, you wasted no time following his command, not even hesitating before leaning forward to take hold of the base, pumping him once before sticking your tongue out to swirl over his tip just like you had with his thumb a few minutes ago. Matty was already white knuckling the back of the pew, dark eyes glued to your mouth until they were fluttering shut from the feeling of your mouth sliding down on him. “Fuck, that’s it. Take me in now, angel. Know you can do better than that.”
You hated that Matty knew exactly what buttons of yours to push to get exactly what he wanted. The need to please, to do better overpowered the snarky comment that threatened to rise in your throat - pushing it back down with his length as you slowly lowered yourself further down on him. The sound of Matty moaning only fueled you to go further, clenching your thighs together at the pretty sounds the priest was making that bounced off the walls of the church and reverberated back down to your core, at the feeling of his weight on your tongue, at the reminder that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch the two of you once and for all.
You pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, moaning around his length when his hands found home in your hair, scratching your scalp softly as he ran his fingers through your roots - tugging on the strands and sending a wave of arousal through your veins. Matty gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, moaning through heavy pants as you bobbed your head to the beat of your throbbing core. “So fucking pretty like this, such a pretty mouth, you always take me so well. Shit.”
You moan at the praise, pulling up to swirl your tongue around his tip before lowering yourself back down further than before, tears brimming in your eyes as he slid further down your throat - pushing past the tears and determined to take him deeper, nose brushing the faint trail of hair on his abdomen and making Matty toss his head back in a broken whine that had heat throbbing in your core.
You swallow around him, Matty’s fingers tugging on your ponytail at the feeling. You pull off of him long enough to breathe, a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to his tip, the sight had Matty tossing his head back in a moan once more. Quick to roll his head to the side when he felt your tongue licking up the underside of his length, watching the way you explored the veins and kissed along the expanse of him.
You smiled over an outstretched tongue, holding his base and tapping his tip against it once, twice, before taking him back in your mouth - already missing the weight on your tongue, rolling your hips down on nothing in desperation to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs.
“Fuck, look at you.” Matty groans, tightening his hold on your ponytail with one hand as the other trails down to your cheek so he could feel the way they hallowed around him, hissing and rolling his hips slightly to help you take him even deeper. You moan around his length, he moans at the feeling. “Bet you’re fucking soaked just from sucking me off, huh?” You moan around him, at how well he knew you. “Love my cock so much that you’ll take it anyway you can get it, anywhere too.”
You nod as best as you could while swallowing his length, doubling your efforts as his words shoot down to your core, clenching your thighs together. Matty moans, one that fades into a whine as you graze your teeth faintly against his length, tugging on your hair so hard it had tears brimming your eyes once more. “Fucking sinful.”
Your core is throbbing and aching for attention, desperation and desire coating your veins so thick that you were starting to not see straight anymore. So focused on the feeling of Matty’s cock hitting the back of your throat that you didn’t even realize he was reaching over to the bowl of ashes next to him. “But that’s what you’re here for, right? To repent for your sins?”
You moan around him, staring up at him with tear brimmed eyes filled with desperation. Matty moans at the sight, fisting your hair harder. “To sacrifice something so God will forgive you for being such a slut for my cock?”
You moan around him once more, a stray tear falling from your eye, more following as you reach down under your dress to rub tight circles over your swollen and neglected clit, not making it very far before Matty’s foot was kicking softly at your knee - a silent order that you heard loud and clear, slowly taking your hand out from under your dress in favor of digging it into Matty’s knee. Whether it was to ground yourself or punish him for neglecting you, you weren’t sure. “To apologize that your sin has caused a division from God? Say you’re sorry that you love my cock more than you love him?”
You could feel white-hot shame roll through your veins, mixing with the desire in such a way that had you feeling dizzy, guilt gnawing at the back of your mind because Matty was right. The priest, ironically, had been straying you from God instead of leading you to him.
Matty’s tightened his hold on your ponytail, pulling on it and forcing you off of him, another trail of spit following. “Repent, angel. Tell him how sorry you are.”
You took in deep breaths to try and make up for the lack of air that had reached down to your lungs since you got on your knees, staring up at the priest with swollen lips and lines of mascara running down your cheeks. Matty twitched at the sight. You swallow thick, tongue dry and throat wrecked. “I’m sorry.”
“Think you can do better than that, love.”
You whine, resting your cheek against Matty’s knee as you fought through pants to catch your breath, his thumb connected to the hand holding your ponytail rubbed at your scalp soothingly. You swallow once more, desperate to please, to be good, to be obedient.
Not for God, for Matty.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” You whine, gasping when Matty’s hand in your hair pulled you up from his knee, staring up at him with as much innocence as you could muster considering the line of spit that connected the two of you. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“Fuck me.” Matty groans, broken and desperate, fisting your hair and pulling you back down on his length. You were quick to swallow him back down, tongue swirling around the veins and hand coated in spit pumping what couldn't fit.
“I forgive you.” Matty speaks confidently, dipping his thumb in the bowl of ash before bringing the hand in front of your face and blessing you. You couldn’t help but moan at the ironic sight, an action so sacred being done on someone who had mascara stained tears that mixed with the drool on your chin.
“Repent and believe in the Gospel.” Matty’s voice was strong, authoritative, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you stared up at him with ruined makeup and desperation in your eyes, running your tongue along the underside as you bobbed your head to the rhythm of your throbbing core. Matty brought his ash covered thumb up to your forehead, marking the cross in the middle of it as you moaned around his length, eyes rolling in the back of your head at the irony. “Repent and believe in me.”
You clench around nothing, your thighs mirroring the action, desperate to dull the ache between your thighs as you doubled your efforts on Matty, just as desperate to feel him spilling down your throat. By the tight grip on your hair and the stutter in his hips, you knew he was close.
“Fucking hell, I love this fucking mouth of yours.” Matty groans, voice deeper than usual, more gravelly. You hum, preening at the praise, the action causing his hips to stutter again. “Remember the first time you got on your knees for me? How nervous and unsure you were?” You nod as best you could with your hair fisted in his palm and your mouth full of him. “Fuck, angel, look at you now. Taking my cock like you were made for it, made for me.”
Matty words shot straight down to your core, whining around his length at the desperation that clouded your veins. “God made you for me, isn’t that right? Only me. I’m the only one who’s ever had you.” More tears flowed freely from your eyes, you didn’t know if it was from the insistent abuse to the back of your throat or the desperation anymore. “The only one who will ever have you.”
You dig your nails into his knee, hoping that it conveyed agreement that you couldn’t voice with a mouth full. Matty smiled, dark and prideful. His hips thrusting up to meet the bob of your head. “Yeah, that’s right. I fucking ruined you, I took a sweet, innocent little angel and made her a cockslut who’s desperate to swallow my cum.”
You swirl your tongue, swallow around him, hollow your cheeks - pulling out all the stops to have the priest spilling in your mouth, “Fuck, I’m so close.” Matty groans. “You want me to cum in your mouth, baby? Yeah? You wanna swallow it like you’re taking communion?” Matty spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes rolling ever so slightly as you doubled your efforts on him, chasing the high that he was on the brink of collapsing under. “Ah, Fuck!” Matty cried, face contorting in pleasure. “Shit, baby, I’m-“
Matty spilled in your mouth, cursing and whimpering as his orgasm crashed into him, tugging on your hair to ground himself as you hollow your cheeks, bobbing lazily to help drain him. “Fuck.”
Matty came down from his high, staring at you with eyes that threatened to eat you alive. You slowly stuck your tongue out for him to see his load spread across it, allowing some of the cum on it to drool onto your chest, waiting for his permission to swallow - like you waited on his permission for everything.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty fucking sight?” Matty groans, reaching out to rub his thumb through the stray rope of cum that had fallen on your chest, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck clean. You whine at the sight, making you all the more desperate to swallow his load. “Like a fucking wet dream.” You clench your thighs, so fucking desperate that you felt as though you might actually be in Hell, it wasn’t far fetched. Matty took hold of your jaw, leaning forward to spit on top of the cum on your tongue, smiling dark and dangerous as he closed your mouth with two fingers under your jaw. “Swallow.”
You groan, swallowing his spit mixed load and showing him your clean tongue afterwards with pride, Matty tugged softly on the makeshift ponytail he was still holding one last time before dropping it and running his fingers through your hair more soothingly, comforting. You lean your head into his hands, grateful for it all. “Good girl.”
You turn your head towards his outstretched arm, kissing his wrist softly before lightly biting the skin, turning back to look up at the priest who was staring down at you with dark, heavy eyes - contemplating what he was going to do with you. You shifted on your knees against the hardwood floor, a deep ache settled into your core that you so desperately yearned to soothe, you deserved it. “Matty.”
“What, angel?”
You shift on your knees once more, digging your manicured nails into his thigh. You couldn’t think much more past the throbbing between your thighs, could do nothing but repeat his name once more with more of a whine. “Matty.”
“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweet girl?” You blush, trying to find the strength to stand on wobbly legs but finding your knees glued to the hardwood beneath them, two of Matty’s fingers trailing down your neck in favor of hooking under the dainty cross necklace sitting on your chest, pulling on it and taking you with it. Matty pulls you into his lap the rest of the way, straddling over him and settling yourself down with an experimental roll of your hips. Matty smirks, continuing to pull on your necklace to guide you closer to his lips, halfway home when the chain snaps into two, a faint gasp ripped from your throat as you felt the chain fall from your neck and dangle in between Matty’s fingers. “Well, isn’t that ironic?”
You swallow, touching your bare throat on instinct, already missing the absence of the necklace you rarely ever took off. The two of you stared at the cross pendant that dangled between his fingers, swaying in the thick tension between you, symbolic in ways that had your head spinning. “Maybe that was God sending us a sign.”
Matty snorts, tossing your broken necklace off to the side like it was nothing, falling between the cushions of the pew for someone else to find at a later date. Once again, the action was symbolic in ways that you couldn’t even wrap your head around. “A sign? Meaning what?”
You shift on top of his lap, trailing your hand up his chest, playing with the collar of his black shirt, tilting your head to the side and looking up at him with innocent eyes and a teasing tone. “That you’re bad news, Father.” Tugging on his collar slightly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat under the fabric. “I should stay away from you.”
Matty clears his throat, holding a vice-like grip on your hips, rolling them down against himself and causing a faint twinge of pleasure to roll through you, speaking through a smirk. “That right?”
You nod, trailing your hand on his collar up further now, brushing up the side of his neck before ultimately hooking behind it alongside your other hand. “You’re straying me away from God.” You sigh, voice breathy. Matty hung onto your every word as you twirl some of the curls at the nape of his neck around your fingers. You tilt your head with a pout. “You’re no saint.” Tugging on the curls wrapped around your fingers and earning his digging harsher into your hips. “You’re Judas.”
Matty smiles, dark and powerful. “Judas didn’t stray people from God, he led them right to him.” Squeezing your hips before trailing his hands down to rest of your bare thighs, fingers grabbing at the hem of the bottom of your dress and pushing it up higher on your legs. “You’d know that if you actually listened to my sermons instead of staring at me the entire time.”
You flush at being caught, tugging on his curls once more as you shifted on his lap, rolling your hips down to chase the same pleasure that bloomed through you before when Matty moved you against him, biting your lip at the feeling.
“I listen.” You pout, Matty pushes your dress up further. “Judas led people to Jesus to betray him.”
Matty hums, pushing your dress up further, allowing it to bunch at your waist, putting your stark white, lacy panties on display for him. He groans at the sight, at what little innocence still lingered on you even after all these months of desecration. “I’m not betraying Jesus.”
Matty sounded so confident in himself that you almost believed him, almost. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were sitting on his lap, dress bunched around your waist on a pew in the middle of a church that you had christened every inch of at this point. If it wasn’t for the way you couldn’t even read a verse from the bible without blushing down to your roots. If it wasn’t for the taste of his cum that still lingered on your tongue from mere minutes ago, the reminder of his filthy words playing on a constant loop in your mind.
“Aren’t you?” Matty narrows his eyes, pushing your dress up even further, his hands lingering at your waist now. “You’re supposed to be a holy man, Father, supposed to spread the word of God.” You fight to keep the innocent look on your face, wanting nothing more than to crack a smile, but you kept it together. “Not spew it while you fuck innocent women.”
Matty snorts. “Oh, you’re far from innocent, angel. I ruined that months ago.” You flush at the images that run through your mind, memories that you were curious about if they were the same ones Matty was talking about, knowing that there were a number of scenarios he could be referring to. “Spreading the Gospel, spreading your legs, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
You tug at his curls, squeezing your thighs around the sides of his legs, causing his smirk to deepen.
“I think you’ve corrupted me, Father.” You sigh with a pout, Matty nodded in agreement unashamed, heat rolling through you stomach in waves as he pushed your dressed up even further, finally indulging him by just peeling it off your body the rest of the way - leaving you only clad in a white, lacy bralette that matched the ruined underwear from before. Matty was quick to get his hands on the lace, thumb tracing the pattern, swirling over your hardened bud and making your core throb impossibly harder. “Maybe I should try and get some of my virtue back.”
Matty hums, pinching your nipple and causing you to gasp, rolling your hips down on him on instinct. “And how do you expect to do that, angel?”
You shrug, swirling a new curl around your finger and tugging on it. “Maybe I should let you go.”
Matty pinches your nipple meanly at the thought, scoffing through a laugh, mocking. “Let me go?”
“Yeah.” You shrug, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and rolling your hips faintly to the rhythm Matty rolled his thumb over your hardened bud with. “Maybe you were right, chocolate is too easy.” You shrug, finally allowing the smirk to break out on your face as you threw Matty’s words from earlier back in his face. “I need a challenge.” Matty’s hand that remained on your waist dug into the skin there, fingernails creating half moon shaped marks that you wished could stay forever. “Maybe I should give you up for Lent.”
Matty swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat with a faint gulp. He recovered quickly though, pushing your thin bralette to the side so he could assault your nipple with no layer in between. Staring at you with dark, desire filled eyes that shot you a challenge as he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud like you had done with him earlier, your core throbbing and begging for attention. You were positive that you were dripping, rolling your hips down on his lap a little more sure now.
Matty continued to roll one of your nipples between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue as the other rolled between his thumb. His other hand dipped a finger under the lacy waistband of your underwear, pulling it back to release with a snap at the same time that he bit ever so softly down on your bud, a breathy wince falling from your lips at the pain that mixed with pleasure.
Matty pulled away from your chest, smirking at you like he had all the power. And really, he did. He always did, try as you might, you could never tell him no. How could you when it felt so fucking good to sin? “I’d like to see you try.”
The words were no sooner left from his mouth before you were crashing your lips against his own, kissing the smirk right off his face as the feeling of lips against his own quickly faded into more teeth and tongue than anything else, so desperate for so long that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to tease him anymore, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.
Matty tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it harshly, the pain shooting straight down to your core. Mumbling against your mouth, “As if you’d be able to last without me for forty days.”
You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips down to chase the pleasure that followed with it. Speaking words that you knew weren’t true yet felt the need to defend yourself to some sort of capacity, even though you both knew it was empty. “I could.”
Matty’s tongue swirls against your own, melting your mind, his fingers leaving the waistband of your underwear in favor of trailing down to push them to the side.
“Yeah?” Matty’s voice was condescending as ever, nipping at your bottom lip one last time before pulling away, wanting to watch your face fold as he ran two of his fingers through your wetness. His lips twitching up into a smirk at the sight of you pulling your own bottom lip between your teeth to try and stop any form of sounds from tumbling from your lips as he started to swirl two of his fingers in tight circles over your swollen, desperate bundle of nerves. “You sure about that, princess?”
You nod despite the pleasure that bloomed through you and the heat already swimming in your stomach at the feeling of his hands finally on you, knowing that you wouldn’t last long. Matty’s fingers were already picking up speed over your clit, wanting to make it harder for you to hide how he was making you feel, wanting to prove a point that you were lying through your teeth. “Come on, admit it. You couldn’t go one week without my cock, let alone six.”
He was right, of course he was right, but there was this nagging need at the back of your mind to make him feel like he had to beg for you for once. And really, you should have known better. “I can do it.”
“Alright.” Matty smirked, condescending, doubling his efforts on your clit - heat coiling in your stomach and spreading throughout your veins as you rolled your hips to meet his insistent swipes. “I admire you, you know.” You swallow down a groan, empty cunt clenching in anticipation of what he might say, knowing him well enough to know that this wasn’t actually going to end in the compliment that he was setting it up to be. His calloused fingers rubbed deliciously at your bundle of nerves, numbing and melting your mind in such a way that you almost didn’t even register that he was still speaking. “The way you’re showing them that you have self control.”
Matty was patronizing you, mocking you, you knew this. But you still found your voice through breathy moans to ask. “Showing who?”
Matty smirked, slowing down his fingers on your clit until they were at a complete stop, you whined at the loss. Matty ran three of his fingers through your dripping core, coating them before lingering at your entrance.
“The Father.” Matty spoke through a deep, gravelly tone that shot straight down to your core, sliding his middle finger inside of you slowly. You clench at the stretch, gone as soon as quickly as it was there, pulling out in favor of pushing back into you with two fingers this time. “The Son.” Emphasizing the name with a curl of his fingers, you gasp at the stretch this time, at the way his fingers found a spot so quickly that you had searched desperately for on your own, never being able to reach it. You whine pitifully as Matty’s fingers slide out of you once more, gripping onto his shoulder in preparation for them to come back, figuring out his game by now to know to expect the burn of three fingers stretching you to come next. You gasped anyway, throwing your head back at the feeling of three of Matty’s fingers slowly entering you, meeting no resistance from how wet you were - staying still to allow you to adjust to the burn as he spoke darkly. “And the Holy Spirit.”
You clench around his thick fingers, face screwed in pleasure as you adjusted to the feeling of three of his long fingers inside of you, something you had taken before but normally weren’t as used to. Matty curled his fingers experimentally, rubbing soothing circles into your hip when your head fell forward and into his neck.
“You’re doing so good, angel.” Matty was quick to assure, kissing the top of your head and slowly pulling his fingers out before pushing them back into you with a little more power than before. You moan into his neck, digging your fingernails into his shoulders at the full feeling. “Such a good girl for me, you can take it. I know you can.”
You preen under Matty’s praise, grazing your teeth against his neck as he slowly started to fuck his three fingers into you in a rhythmic pace that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “You take my cock so well, this is nothing for you.”
You whine, clenching around his fingers, gasping when his thumb found home against your bundle of nerves. “Matty.”
“There she is.” Matty gleamed, fucking into you faster now that you were speaking, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were drooling into his neck, drunk on the feeling. “Look at me, wanna see you while I’m fucking you.”
You couldn’t lift your head even if you tried, so succumbed to the pleasure that it had overtaken your entire body, thankful that Matty took pity on you and brought his hand back into your hair - grabbing a fistful and tugging your face out of his neck so he could get a proper look at you. Matty groaned at the sight, at how fucking wrecked you look, how drunk you were on his fingers inside of you.
“That’s my fucking girl, my perfect little angel.” You whine, heat coiling in your stomach, rolling your hips down to meet the thrusts of his fingers inside of you. “Made just for me. Heaven opened up and you fell right into my lap, isn’t that right?”
You whine, nodding as best as you could with your hair in his hands, too high on pleasure to bite down the butterflies growing in the lake of fire in your stomach. “Matty, fuck, I’m close.”
“Yeah?” Matty doubles his efforts, hurdling you closer and closer to tipping over the edge. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” You nod, clenching around him as you could feel the familiar heat creeping up your spine. “You are?” Matty asks again, voice less sweet now and more patronizing. Matty waited until you clenched around his fingers one last time before pulling all three of them out of you. You whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing. “But I thought you didn’t want to cum?”
Your stomach drops at his words, regretful for using his words against him earlier now that he was using yours against you.
“You wanted to give me up for Lent, right?” Matty’s smile was dark, powerful, challenging. “You said you could last without me for forty days, angel, but look at you.” Matty cooed, bringing his slick coated fingers up to your mouth, pulling them back just out of reach when you tried to suck them in. You whine at the rejection, staring at his coated fingers and jealousy burning through you when Matty brought them to his own instead, moaning at the taste as he licked them clean. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a smirk, mocking. “You couldn’t even last ten fucking minutes.”
You whine, shifting against his lap, desperate for any form of friction. You were so close to your release that you could taste it. “Matty, please.”
“What, baby?” Matty cooed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, giving you a pout that you know he didn’t mean. “I’m just being respectful.” Trailing his thumb down to rub along the expanse of your bottom lip, tugging at it and letting it pop back in place. “Just honoring your wishes, you know? Helping you make your point and all.”
“Matty.” You whine, pitiful and defeated. “Please, I need you.”
“Oh, you need me, huh?” Matty teased, trailing a hand from your lips and down to his length, your eyes glued to the way his hand wrapped around his length, moaning as you watched him pump himself. So fucking desperate that you could almost feel phantom pleasure just from watching him touch himself. “What happened to earning back your virtue, princess?”
“I don’t need it.” You begged, clenching around nothing, at just the thought of what he’d feel like inside of you - a feeling you had been so drunk on more times than you could count. “Only need you.”
Matty hisses into a moan, dragging his thumb across his tip. “Fuck.”
“Fuck me, Matty, please.” You begged, whining when he didn’t budge. But you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, leaning forward to lick a strip up the side of his neck, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth before whispering. “Daddy, please.”
Matty was lining up at your entrance almost immediately, not hesitating to thrust all the way inside, a broken whine ripped from your throat as Matty started fucking into you in a pace that had you fighting to catch your breath. “Suck a fucking slut, moaning for your Daddy in the house of the Lord.”
You drool into his neck, eyes rolling back into your skull as Matty pounded into you, both of you knowing neither would last very long.
Matty brought two fingers down to rub tight circles on your clit, you could already feel that familiar heat coiling in your stomach, so quick considering it had been ripped from you mere minutes ago.
“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Matty cooed, fucking you hard and fast, fingers flying across your clit. You were hesitant to nod, scared that he’d pull out of you again, but you knew that he knew the signs anyway. You nod into his neck, biting the point where it meets his shoulder and clenching around him as you felt your high nearing closer and closer. “Too drunk on my cock fucking you dumb that you can’t speak, baby?” You nod again, couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Matty groans, hips stuttering, a tell tale sign that he was just as close. “Fuck, baby, cum all over my cock. Come on, show me what Heaven is all about.”
You whine, immediately falling apart in his lap, moan after whimper tumbling from your lips as Matty continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own. It didn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts and Matty was spilling inside of you, both of you moaned at the feeling.
The two of you took a beat to catch your breath as you both came down from your high, your head resting on his chest as Matty rubbed soothing circles into your temple, placing lazy kisses to the top of your head until you both felt normal again.
You leaned back from Matty’s chest, always nervous to look at the priest when the two of you weren’t blinded by lust, scared that he’d see right through you and know how much you felt for him.
Sometimes, you convinced yourself that he felt the same. Like now, staring up at you with eyes that gleamed, no longer filled with hunger and desire. Instead, replaced with admiration and an unknown emotion that you were too scared to try and pinpoint.
Matty reaches his hand out, gently grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss much softer than any you’d ever shared before. You felt as though you were floating when Matty pulled away, thankful for his hand on your hip that grounded you from doing so. Matty smiled softly at you before leaning up to place a kiss on top of the ash on your forehead.
And just like that, you were reminded that nothing about any of this was soft and sweet, it was wrong and blasphemous on so many levels. Sure that an eternity of damnation awaited the both of you.
You smile, teasing, trying to break up the butterflies that threatened to fly out of your mouth with the way Matty was staring at you right now. “We’re going to Hell.”
“At least we’ll go together.” Matty shrugged, smiling easily as if he didn’t have a care in the world about where he ended up, drawing a faint heart on your hip as he spoke. “Anywhere is Heaven as long as I’m with you.”
House of Judgement.
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