THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

unholy || pucci x reader || do you understand the reference?

i've had this idea for about two whole months now, but i haven't had the chance to actually work on it....until now!! this and the next part(s) will be a little suggestive/spicy, so remember that as you read. anyways, enjoy, my lovelies!! ❤

"Hey!" Your friend, Margaret whispers to you as you search your bag for your bible. "What?" You ask confused, and she smirks, dusting off her dress and squatting down to your height. "Are you excited to hear Father speak today?" Margaret laughs sneakily as you yelp. a blush spreading across your face. "Margaret, quit!" You stammer, and stand up, pushing a loose strand out of your face.

A chill rises up your back as you stare at the ground, following Margaret and the other young girls as they walk to the church for the sermon Father Pucci is going to give this Sunday morning. You have a crush on him, and it makes it a lot worse since you are a nun, and chasity is one of the most important qualities you should have. The feelings are overwhelming, and it makes it hard to pay attention to the sermons, leaving you to stare at Pucci instead.

Your black dress sways as you walk, and your lips are pressed into a thin line to distract you from the butterflies in your stomach. "Come on, Y/N. Pay attention!" Margaret whisper yells to you, and you blush, sitting down beside her on the pew as you dust off your dress and fidget with your sleeves. "S-Sorry." You stammer, and she shakes her head, sighing. The head nun, Grace, walks up to the podium and gestures to the crowd of women standing in the rows.

"Rise." She says gracefully, and you follow her instructions. "Let us sing together." Grace smiles, turning around to the small choir of women as they start to sing Lacrimosa. You mutter the words out of reverence and sway to the music, but stop as you feel a pair of eyes resting on you. Looking to the podium behind Grace, Father Pucci stands there, his hands clasped behind his back and his pitch black eyes resting on you. Your face heats up with embarrassment, and clear your throat awkwardly before continuing the rest of the song.

The song ends, and all of you mutter "Amen." at the end of the song, sitting down as Grace bows to Father Pucci and allows him to step onto the podium, his bible and notes in hand. "Be seated in the presence of the Lord." His deep voice reverberates throughout the church, and you get chills, blushing as you take your seat. Margaret stares at you, and you smile awkwardly before being knocked out of your silent conversation with Margaret, a deep voice calling your name.

"Y/N?" Pucci's voice is smooth, filled with dominance and power. You blush at the mention of your own name, and stand up slowly, staring at the priest. "Yes, Father?" Your small voice rings, and he gestures to you, signaling his request to have you come on the podium and read a verse for him. You've never been picked before, and now, suddenly, you don't want to be. Not wanting to disobey him, you shuffle out of your pew and head onto the podium, stopping beside the priest. "Read Matthew 5:28 for me." He commands, and you nod, flipping through the pages of your bible frantically.

His dark eyes are on you, and you squirm under his gaze, taking a shaky breath before reading.

"But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." You read.

Your soft voice stops at the end, and Pucci hums a deep tone of approval before nodding. "Thank you, Y/N." He thanks you, his eyes on you as you turn to him and bow before scurrying to your seat, your body warm with desire and embarrassment. Pucci watches you as you go, his eyes resting on your curves and breasts before muttering an apology to the sky and flipping to his desired page in his bible.

"Today, I want to talk about sexual immorality and modesty." Pucci's voice shakes your insides, and you blush at the topic.

As Pucci continues his sermon, his eyes always trace back to you in the pews, staring at you for a few seconds before looking away, continuing to talk and recite Bible verses. His deep voice always seems like it's targeted at you, and you shake your head at the thought, hoping it isn't true. "The Lord says in 1 Corinthians 6:18 to flee from sexual immorality. Do not engage in those types of relationships that do not keep yourself pure before the Lord and his word." Pucci commands, staring directly into your eyes as he says it, making you blush.

He closes his sermon with a word of prayer, and Grace dismisses the women, you and Margaret standing up to leave the church when Grace grabs your hand gently. "Hello, Mother Grace." You smile, and she nods, kissing your cheeks. "Father Pucci would like to see you, my dear." Grace says, and your body tenses up at the words, a blush spreading across your face. "Is--Is everything alright, Y/N?" Grace asks you worriedly, and you nod frantically, smiling awkwardly. "Of course, Mother Grace. Thank you!" You smile and pull away from her.

As the church empties out, you walk down to the basement where Pucci's office sits. Sighing and muttering a prayer, you knock on the door three times and wait for an answer. "Come in." The deep voice startles you, but you take a shaky breath and enter in the office. It's a very neat place; bookshelves line the walls, and a desk sits in the middle of the small room, a stack of paper sitting on the desk and a few pens surround it, a glass of water near them. Pucci stares at you as you observe his office, and clears his throat as you jump back into attention. "Y/N, hello." His deep voice greets you, and you blush before nodding and bowing. "H-Hello, Father." You stammer, and he sighs, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

"I wanted to talk with you." Pucci says, his dark eyes on you. His white eyebrows are in a neutral position, and you squirm, not knowing how he's feeling.

"Yes, Father. I'm---I'm listening." You stammer.

CLIFFHANGER HAHAHA