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unholy || pucci x reader || part two!

Hey-hey! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas day! As my Christmas gift to all of you, have the second part of Unholy! <3 (Song recommendations for this is Menuet by Toshifumi Hinata & Waltz of the Knells and La Solitude by Joshua Kyan Aalampour!) :D

Nervousness rises in your chest as you sit in front of the priest, opting to fidget with your hands to distract yourself. He called you here, in his office, to speak with you about something. Did you do something wrong? Have you upset him? Did he notice you staring at him? Has he caught on to your crush? All of these questions and more fill your mind, but a deep voice startles you back into reality.

"Y/N. Listen to me." Pucci commands, and you stare at him, before snapping back into reality, blushing and muttering an apology under your breath. The priest stares at you with a neutral expression, his black eyes scrutinizing you. After a moment, he sighs and straightens his back, staring at you intently. "Mother Grace told me that you wanted to speak to me." The priest explains, and you blush, biting your lip.

"Y-Yes, Father. I--I had a question and a few confessions I wanted to talk to you about." You stammer, feeling even smaller than you already are. He stares at you, his dark eyes filled with an emotion you can't place. "I see. Come." His deep voice sends waves down your back, and you let out a shaky breath as you stand up and follow him. He's a tall man, and you're dwarfed beside him. He carries himself in a way that makes you self-conscious about everything.

"Your sermon today was wonderful, Father Pucci." You try to make small talk to distract yourself from the rising feeling in your chest, and decide to compliment him. A muscle in his cheek twitches, and you fear you've said something wrong. The priest brings his hands behind his back, and stares at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat and speaking.

"Thank you, Y/N, but it's the word of the Lord." He replies, and you stare at him, watching his movements. They're swift, yet commanding; he fits into his role very well. A few more steps, and you and him reach the stairs descending down to the basement. Taking his key out of his pocket, you clench your dress tightly as a feeling of nervousness and longing springs up inside of you. "I hope you understood every word of it." Pucci muses, and you stare at him, solemnly.

"Of course, Father. It was very well delivered." You compliment him again, bowing your head. This time, you can hear a low growl in his throat, but he takes a deep breath and smiles gently as he opens the door to the confessional. "After you, Y/N." He commands, and you do as he says, taking your place on the floor, kneeling. Pucci walks in front of you, and stands there, his eyes lowered to the ground where you are.

"Now, make your sins known before the Lord, and he will forgive you." Pucci's baritone voice orders, and your voice shakes as you speak.

"I've--I've been having misguided thoughts lately, and my body and feelings seem to react in a very sexual way that isn't holy or pleasing. These feelings of lust and unholy desire are very consuming, and I've indulged in them. I ask for forgiveness and guidance on how to lead me away from this dark path I've started to take." Your hands are clasped together, and your eyes are shut, focused on your confession.

Silence rings throughout the room, the only sounds being rainfall, wind gusts, and the flickering of candles.

"The Lord God has forgiven, Y/N. Do not take this path again." Pucci's voice is stern, commanding, and you nod, before muttering a quick prayer to the heavens and opening your eyes again. The priest stands there studying you as you stare back at him. His tall frame looms in front of you, and you're instantly drawn into his pitch black eyes and white hair. His dark eyelashes brush his beautiful dark skin, and the light coming through the stained glass behind him give him an ethereal look. Blushing, you look to the ground.

"Y/N, ask the question you had for me." Pucci asks, and you nod, scrambling to stand up, and sitting in a pew, Pucci sitting beside you. "Well---I wanted to know how you would deal with sexual repression. Like....for instance; if you had the desire to commit sexual acts with someone, how you would handle it." You inquire, and stare at him. Pucci turns to look at you, and his eyes spark with an emotion you still can't place.

"I think if you repress the feeling, you only make it worse, therefore, you must engage with it at some point." He muses, and you nod, biting your lip as you scoot a bit closer to Pucci. He stares down at you while you do so, and he brings his hand down to your thigh, rubbing it gently. You stare up into his jet black irises, and he pushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing his other hand to caress your cheek.

"Father Pucci." You whisper, and he leans down, his ear near your lips. "Yes?" He whispers back, and you whisper all of your feelings and desires to him. He sits up, his face red and his eyes cloudy with lust.

"Of course, angel." His deep voice complies, and he starts to unbutton your dress, planting kisses down your neck.

merry freakin' christmas hehe; part three maybe????