Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Gerard Way - Confessional

———Y/N POV———

        Here I am again, pulling up to the church my parents force me to attend. I had no interest in going to church, but due to my past behavior, my parents decided to start going back to church.

        It's been about a month since we came back, and I couldn't be more bored. However, the preacher, Father Gerard, was hotttttttttt. I'm 18, so I'm technically legal. I kept my mind busy with crazy fantasies I created. During service, I would sit in the back and exchange flirty glances with Father Gerard. At first I thought it was in my head, but it got to a point that it was constant. He began licking or biting his bottom lip each time we made eye contact, and when I would look down blushing, he would slightly smirk.

         I waited until after service and told my parents I would catch them at home. When they asked why I explained that I wanted to visit the preacher during confessional. Once they heard this, they seemed overjoyed and gladly left me. 

         As I walked up to the confessional booth, I gathered myself, doing my best to catch my breath.

         I slid open the velvety red curtain and sat on the wooden stool.

        "What is bothering you?" I heard a familiar voice say.

         "We'll, in all honestly father, I've been having very, very bad thoughts about people I shouldn't be. And to make it all worse it happens during service."

        As there was nothing to disguise voices, I knew he was aware it was me, but I decided to play dumb.

       "Im gonna need a little more detail, sugar," he replied.

        I shivered at the nickname.

        "These thoughts, are inappropriate, and I don't hate them," I added.

        "Mmm, I see," he said as he clicked his tongue.

        "Do you ever get off to these thoughts?" He asked, his voice lowering and becoming raspy.

        "Maybe," I said quietly.

       "Tell me about these thoughts," he said.

       "They start at church service, this person comes up to me afterwards and pulls me into the back. Then he pushes me to a wall and..." I trailed off.

        "And who is this person?" He asked.

        "Wanna find out?" I asked in response.

        Without hesitation, the curtain was pushed to the side and I was being pulled into the other side of the booth. He pushed the curtain back to its original spot.

        "Well hello there, father," I said flirty.

        I pushed him down onto the stool and sat on his lap, my hands around his shoulders.

        "Wanna tell me more about those thoughts of yours?" He asked.

         "I think I'll show you instead," I replied before slamming my lips into his.

          I began to grind my hips down into his already erect dick, earning small sounds from him. He place his hands on my hips as he guided my movements.

        I stood up and knelt in front of him. "Saying your prayers?" he asked with a smirk.

        "You have no idea," I replied as I unzipped his pants.

        I slid down his pants and boxers and watched as his member sprung towards me.

        Using only the tip of my tongue I licked small strips up the vein. He replied with a grunt before taking a handful of my hair and pushing me down. I choked for a minute before he released me and allowed me to breathe.

         I circled the tip of his dick a few times before fully taking him in and hollowing my cheeks. His head tilted backwards and he slightly bit his bottom lip as he loosened his tie.

I bobbed my head a few more times before he lifted me to stand in front of him.

He quickly undressed me and brought me back to his lap. Gerard harshly kissed me and I ground my hips into his once more, desperate for friction.

He raised me up slightly before placing me over his member. I quickly adjusted and sat on him.

After a moment, I began to rise and fall in slow motions before gradually speeding up. After quickening my pace, he placed kisses along my collarbones.

        "I'm close-," I said.

        Father Gerard quickly lifted me up and stood up, pinning me to the dark wall.

        Without warning, he lifted my left leg and slammed into me once again. My hands were on his shoulders and his on my waist.

        "I-I'm close again," I managed.

        He slightly groaned in response, this time not slowing down.

       His pace was increasing and becoming sloppy.

        We both came and he gently sat me on the wooden stool and helped me clean myself up.

       "I think you need to confess more often," he said with a smirk.