Blasphemy || A Bill Skarsgård Imagines Anthology

Blasphemy || Mickey x Female Reader

Summary: You and Mickey have to find shelter on the run and he has the bright idea to break into a church. Kinky madness ensues.

Characters: Mickey x Female Reader

Tags: Breaking and Entering, Mild Priest Kink/Roleplay (not really), Church sex, Blow Jobs, Mild dom/sub

Notes: This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 and contains consensual adult sexual situations and content.

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"Here, just for the night." He says as he leads you up to the door of the church. It's nearly pitch black and the place looks almost entirely abandoned.

"This is a church, Mickey." You say softly.

"And?" He snickers and starts to pick the lock anyway. You aren't sure this is a great idea but you think an even worse idea would be staying in the car overnight. It ran out of gas again and you know that if the cops happen along it you two are just going to get caught. The only place you've come across that night was this church.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to break into a church." You explain.

"None of what we do is a good idea babe, that's why it's so fun." He whispers back. You hear the lock click and he is then able to open the door. He goes in first, motioning for you to step back for a moment before he indicates it's okay to step inside. It is much warmer in here. Even if the car was completely safe where it was, it would have been too cold to sleep in. The church is considerably warmer and lit with small candles here and there. "See? Just for the night. No one is ever going to know."

"I hope so." You tell him. He grabs you without warning and pulls you into a kiss. You kiss back for a moment then push away. Part of you thinks that since it's a church you should at least try to be respectful even if you've also never been very religious.

"Oh come on, since when are you not horny?" He laughs.

"Since we broke into a fucking church and Jesus is staring at us." You say, motioning up to the large cross on the wall above the altar. He laughs and steps back to shut the door and lock it again from the inside.

"Come on," He says, heading through there like he owns the place. You follow after him, wondering what he's doing. All you want to do is get enough sleep to recharge and leave in the morning. Hit the next stop, get the money, and get the hell out of there. Hopefully with some gas for the car. "What do we have here?"

"This?" You motion to the confession booth he's clearly standing by.

"Confess your sins to Father Mickey, little one." He grins.

"I'm not doing that," You say, even though you aren't entirely committed to being against the idea. He opens the door on the side meant for the priest and steps in then shuts it before you can do much of anything. You hear it lock from the inside. "Mickey!"

"No one's coming out until you purge yourself of all those naughty thoughts." He calls.

"Have fun sleeping in there." You call back. You take a few steps back as if you are walking away but you aren't. You are more just testing to see if he'll come out or not. You hear him laugh again.

"Not falling for it and I'm way more stubborn than you." He calls.

"Fine!" You snap and open the door to the other side. You climb in and kneel down on the bench provided. "Bless me father for I have sinned it's been forever since my last confession."

"Well then, someone's going to owe quite the penance." He teases. "What is it you have to confess?"

"I've been having impure thoughts about the priest who's taking my confession." You say.

"Really? What kind of thoughts?"

"I don't know, like sucking his cock in church. Right up on that altar." You snicker. He smiles down at you. "Or right in this confession booth, I don't actually give a shit."

"Really? Is this what you think you need to cleanse you of your sinful thoughts?"

"I know it's what I need." You breathe, your voice low and sultry.

"There's probably room for two in here you know." He replies. "Only one way to find out." There is a pause and you hear the door to his side unlock a moment later. You step out of the alcove from your side and come out. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you are really going to do this in a church? It isn't as if you haven't already done a bunch of other things you'll definitely go to hell for. What is wrong with adding one more to the list? You open the door and before you can hesitate he grabs you, pulling you in and shoving you to your knees.

"Mmmm Father Mickey likes it rough." You purr.

"Damn right he does." He replies and pats you on the head. "Now, do you know how to do this or do you need a little guidance."

"I think I know what to do." You say, reaching up to his jeans to unzip them. He's already sufficiently aroused by you are as well. You reach inside to guide his cock out, lifting up a bit on your knees to get your mouth over the tip. You start with a light tease of your lips and tongue over him. He groans softly, his grip on the back of your head getting tighter as he tangles his fingers in your hair. With a bit of a push, he encourages you to take more into your mouth and you do. He groans again, shoving in enough to make you gag. You keep going, glancing up at him. His moans getting even louder, echoing through the confessional. You moan around him, the sounds muffled by his length, as you start to bob your head up and down.

"Guess you...really do know how to please the Father..." He breathes. You can only offer another muffled moan in reply. His hips jerk and thrust towards you erratically. You grow more and more wet for him as each second passes. You can taste that he's on edge, his pre-cum flowing pretty generously. He lets out the loudest moan yet and shoves down into your throat. You gag, and jerk, attempting to pull back as he hits his climax with a loud shout. Attempting to get air and not choke you pull back. Most of the cum ending up over your face and neck, not in your mouth. You gasp and cough, looking up at him with a bit of shock. "Shit...sorry should have warned you."

He gets down as best as he can in the small space and begins to gently wipe his cum from your face. You grab his fingers and suck on them, looking in his eyes as you do. The moment you pull them back from your lips he grabs you, getting you into a hungry kiss. You kiss back, only for his mouth to slip from yours and for him to lick up the last remaining areas of cum from your skin. He moves back, sitting on the bench as you try to catch your breath. You reach up to fix your hair as your composure starts to return. Shakily you get to your feet as he goes back to making himself decent.

"So then...is Father Mickey happy enough to let us both get some sleep?" You ask.

"Mmmm....not yet. Now it's your turn." He grins.