Yet Another JoJo Oneshot Book

Worship Like a Dog* || E. Pucci

Priest porn priest porn priest porn, finally.
Slight spoilers for the Heavy Weather arc, if yk, yk

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You listened to him softly speak the words of the lord in a voice so elegant it made your spine tingle. His voice echoed through the quiet church for all to hear. But he wasn't alone.

Maybe it was just you. Maybe nerves made you think the soft vibration coming from your panties was a lot louder than it actually was.

You tried to keep still. But the pleasant vibration inside you was far too good to ignore.

The way it rubbed against your clit. The way the vibration tickled your walls so continuously without fail made you want to double over and moan to the heavens. But you were in public... Sat next to his brother, no less.

"Are you all right? Your face is flushed."
Domenico. Sweet, so caring Domenico. How he moved his face close to yours so you could hear his whisper over Pucci's sermon only made you feel worse.

"I'm f-fine. Just a little queasy."

"Are you sure? I know Enrico wouldn't mind if I took you home early."

"Not a problem!" You squeaked out once Pucci put the vibrator on twofold suddenly. The weight of his gaze on you was suddenly very noticable. "Thank you, Dom. But I couldn't bare to miss one of his services. I'll be fine." You tried to give him what you hoped was a reassuring smile and he finally seemed to back off.

You both settled back into silence as the priest finished his first reading from the great book.

"Thank you. Now, please rise for the mornings first pray."

Oh boy.

The church stood together with bowed heads and closed eyes. All except for you. Not with this thing in you, even standing was making it worse, like your legs crossing was forcing it deeper in you.

You forced yourself to fold your hands in front of you, but didn't close your eyes. You kept your hooded gaze forward to look at Pucci, who looked right back with a lustful wink. Between his own clasped hands was the remote to his vibrator, where only you could see it.

Minutes ticked by like hours. You could've sworn you felt sweat bead down your neck. Throughout the service he wouldn't let the toy in your panties reach over a medium buzz. Pucci would switch it between barely felt and just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to satisfy you. Your panties had to be soaked now.

It was the last hour of the mornings service. Pucci's melodic voice continued to drone on about biblical themes. You couldn't understand any of it. You were too busy watching the hands on the clock tick by so slowly. It was like he could tell, as the vibrations rocketed again.

Everyone's head came up from the final pray and began to make small talk around the church. You on the other hand had places to be now that the priest wasn't on stage.

You said your quick goodbye to Domenico before speeding away out of sight. The church grew colder as you made away from the main hall, taking some twists and a turns to the private room where Pucci waited for you.

He was sat in a love seat on the farthest wall, a book in hand as he pretended to read. Pucci put the book down after you walked, legs shaking like hell still. He stared at you with those beautiful eyes of his, shining in the bright light from above.

"My dear what's wrong? You look a little sick." He clicked a hidden button and the buzzing became louder than ever before. The force of the new sensation on your clit sent you to your knees crying out his name. He took his damn sweet time making it over to you. He only watched while you became a wet moaning mess at his feet.