Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader
Summary || It's time for you to confess and repent for your recent sins to Father James. He wants to know every single detail about when you had impure thoughts and touched yourself late at night...
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes - NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, catholic confessional, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20's, Bucky is early/mid 30's), sexual thoughts and acts, Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, exhibition kink, mention of handjobs, mention of fingering, dirty talk, masturbation (male & female), mention of bodily fluids.
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Since you and your parents were highly religious, you usually went to confession weekly to repent for your sins and receive God's love. Today, you wanted to go by yourself, as you needed a moment alone with your thoughts and to examine your conscience. You tried to reflect on your sins and actions as best as possible while taking the 15-minute walk to the church, so when you entered the confessional booth, you had a straightforward story on what to tell Father James. This would be your first confessional with him, and you hoped he would be more kind and understanding than your previous priest, Father Jacob.
You knew you had to be honest with Father James about your sinful feelings, your sexual and unholy thoughts and desires, and what they led you to do a few nights ago. But you knew you could never mention his name, that these feelings were about him, despite knowing you had to be truthful and vulnerable in the confession. His name would not be mentioned. You would only say it's an older man, which was technically the truth.
When you reach the white church, you stand outside to look at the building for a few minutes, trying to muster up the courage to go inside. Now that you're standing in the front alone, peering up at the church, it feels much bigger and more intimidating than on Sundays when the whole town is present. You feel small and judged as the structure towers over you with its grand greatness and holiness.
