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Hello it is I, popping up for 1 millisecond to spread the profanities of priest!Hotch

Sending this to myself so I don’t forget

This

In the name of the lord

Pairing: Priest!Hotch x Innocent!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Priest kink, I don't know if it should be a warning but it's centered around Christianity, innocent kink, age gap (reader in her 20's, Hotch in his 40's), slightly dark!Hotch, penetration, rough loss of virginity, fingering, pet names, minor spanking also occurs (and i’m talking like one spank).

Minors no! Stay back, bad minor!!

A/N: I'm going to hell.

I don’t care that I barely finished it, you’re getting it tonight!!!

Gif credit: @h0tch-r0cket

With a heavy grunt, you pushed the massive medieval wooden structure of a door open and entered the church.

You were raised with the bible as your guide, both your parents were devoted Christians. Growing up you always attended the same church, and therefore never got the experience of church hopping like many of your friends from Sunday school had told you so much about, you’d also never gotten to experience the word of the lord through different eyes than the one of your senior priest, who’d never dare to stray from his transcripts, probably all written in the 1800′s by a catholic monk.

One day you'd found yourself away from home, too late to make it to your church that Sunday morning, and opted for the nearest house of God you could find.

You'd sat in the back, unsure of everyone, all strangers to you, but something about the way the priest preached drew you in, something about the nuance about the way he preached that made you frequent the church more and more as the weeks passed by.

Father Aaron took notice of you, slowly moving closer and closer to him each week. You were a sight for sore eyes. Your hair framed your face in an angelic aura, the genuine look of innocence bestowed upon you by God himself, everything was just perfect. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to testifying that you were a gift sent by God, and especially to him.

During the communion, Aaron noticed you standing alone and snuck around the mass of people to approach you.

"You're new here, aren't you? I'm father Aaron, nice to meet you." He smiled, flashing you a quick glimpse of his pearly whites as he stuck his hand out in greeting. You smiled back, looking up at him through long lashes as you shook his hand bashful at the sudden attention the, very attractive, priest was starting to show you.

"You're correct. I only started coming here because I one day couldn't make it to my own church, and something about the way you preach just made me stay... I'm (Y/N)." You started warming up to him, your eyes glimmering as you spoke passionately about the church. Aaron couldn't help but smile back at your devotion to the religion, suddenly feeling his clerical collar sitting uncomfortably tight against his neck and his cock straining to be freed from its clothed prison, but not here, not right now. Not while the all mighty father was watching, Aaron thought as he excused himself to continue the sermon.

Upon seating yourself again you too felt different, something was washing over you, thoughts about the father, thoughts you'd never had about anyone else, and certainly not someone older than you. You rubbed your thighs together unconsciously, trying to create friction in your aching pussy. The father noticed your movements, licking his lips in lust as he thought about having you bent over the pews, skirt flipped up around your stomach, and cunt on full display for him. With a sharp shake to his head, he snapped out of his trance and focused on the worship conducted by the choir and organist.

You found yourself entering the church this particular evening, a regular Tuesday at that, hoping that the father would be in. You needed to see him, talk to him about these things that were starting to happen to you. Scared that your sudden shift of church had been a sin and that God was starting to punish you for your wrongdoings, or worst of all, that you were going to spend all eternity in hell with the worst of the worst people. Sinners.

“Father are you here? I need to speak with you.” You called out through the empty pews, searching for him. As you got closer and closer to the alter, you started hearing mumbled words, seeing him perched up, kneeling on the small bench in front of the altarpiece depicting the crucifixion of the messiah. His hands were intertwined with each other and rested against the small golden fence curving around the altar in a crescent shape. His forehead was resting against them, with his eyes closed, completely engulfed in his prayer.

You didn’t mean to startle him, but the jump he made when you softly put your hand on his shoulder, told you otherwise. Snapping himself back to the safety of the tall white lime walls surrounding you, he started up at you, a smirk slowly starting to form as he realized just who had pulled him from his service to God.

“Ahh, (Y/N) my child, is it just you? What can I do for you dear?” He asked, standing up from his kneeling position. Father Aaron towered over you as he stood to his full length, feeling small around him, you doubted whether or not you could actually tell him about your betrayal and how you felt like a sinner.

“It’s nothing, maybe I should just go.” You scratched at your arm nervously, diverting your gaze to the spot on the ground between your bodies. Father Aaron’s fingers lightly grazed your chin as he hooked his thumb and index finger around it. With a slow and gentle motion, he forced your gaze up to meet his. Your lips were slightly ajar as you took in the sight of your priest.

“It’s clearly something important since you couldn’t wait until Sunday. Now, what is troubling that mind of yours my little lamb.” He cooed at you, seeing the flash of relaxation charge through you at his words. With a sigh of defeat, you finally confessed.

“I’m a sinner father and God has started to punish me for it.” You whimpered into his touch, feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes.

“Now what’s making you say that. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. God is forgiving and a pure heart like yours sure doesn’t get on his bad side just like that, my child.” He reassured, his hands cupping your face as he swiped his thumbs under your eyes to catch any falling tears that dared escape your magnificent and enchanting eyes.

“He’s punishing me for shifting church and straying from the belief of my parents. It all started when I started coming here. I get this achy feeling in my body and everything I try to do to cure it doesn’t work.” You let out a hitched sob as you explained your predicament. Aaron quickly caught on to what you meant, feeling his cock starting to stiffen in his slacks, tightening the cloth around his groin, like the time you first spoke to each other.

“I think I can help you get on his good side again.” Aaron offered to help, a lustful smile creeping up on his lips as he took a step closer to you, closing the gap between you. Snaking his arm around the small of your back he pushed you flush against his groin, feeling the bulge through your now bunched-up skirt. “This is God telling me to help you redeem yourself, devote yourself to this church, by worshipping it in the name of the all-mighty father.” Aaron rolled his hips against yours, creating friction against your clit, you moaned out in pleasure unbestowed by God.

“You’re a slutty little lamb, huh? Whoring yourself out like this in the house of God.” The father whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. With his hand up your skirt, he pushed past the band of your panties, his fingers sliding through your folds, leaving you with a moan in your throat. “Who’s gotten you this wet, my child. Perhaps it is the devil himself.” He pulled his glistening fingers from you, flipping them over in the light from the large overhanging chandelier to better look at your arousal.

You let out a small whimper at the mention of the devil, not wanting to be a victim of his satanic rituals.

“Please help me father, I don’t want to belong to Lucifer ruler of hell. Show me the light.” You begged, the pleading look in your eyes almost made him bend you over and just rut into you right then and there.

“Don’t fret my child, I’ll guide you back on the road to the silver city.” He promised, pushing his slick covered fingers against the seal of your lips, letting them enter your mouth. “Taste the work of the devil.” He directed, watching as you swirled your tongue around his digits, cleaning his fingers from every last drop of arousal hoping that it would help you.

“I think God’s deepest wish is for you to help me with my little problem.” He growled at you, taking your smaller hand in his large one as he guided it down to palm at his crotch, he kept his hand on top of yours, helping you pleasure him through his slacks. “Keep it there my child, and don’t stop.” He guided, starting to work on the buttons of your shirt. With each button opened he revealed more and more of your cleavage, your bra-covered chest soon coming into view.

When he’d unbutton just below your bra, he stopped, his hands yanking down the bra as he exposed the peaks on your chest. The sudden feeling of cool air made your nipples harden in an instant. Aaron slowly started rolling your nipple between his fingers, while the other hand started pulling your skirt and panties from your body. He was generously drawing moans out of you while trying to keep his own contained at the pleasure you were giving him while groping his cock through his pants.

“Bet no man has ever touched you here.” He smirked, cupping your heat before he started circling your clit in a teasing manner.

“No father.” You moaned, falling into his touch at the foreign feeling of being stimulated.

“Such a dirty little lamb, letting me play with you like this.” He groaned in your ear before prodding two fingers at your entrance. Pushing them inside of you you whined at the unfamiliar sensation starting to build up within you, the whines quickly turned into pleasurable moans as your body did all the work at getting you riled up for the father. “Think you’re ready for me to help you now?” He quirked a brow at you, watching as you squirmed in his hands.

“Please father.” You begged, slowly starting to be reduced into incoherent whimpers and whines as you felt something in your stomach tighten and threatening to snap as he continued using his fingers on you. Aaron could feel you getting closer and closer, on the brink of cumming all over his fingers before he pulled his hands away from you. With a pout on your lips, he started pushing your body against the crescent railing before the altar, facing against the picture.

You could hear the sound of his fly being opened before the sound of clothing hitting the ground caught your ears. The father stepped up behind you, pressing himself against your backside as he leaned down to press feather-light kisses from your neck and down the curve on your spine until he stopped at the fleshy part of your ass, giving it a firm spank to catch your attention.

Feeling something large press against you, you instinctively tried wiggling back against it, not knowing what it was as the bend-over position only permitted you to look into the eyes of Jesus and the mourning disciples.

“Dirty girl.” He growled, aligning himself with your entrance. You felt the spongy head of his cock push against you, gathering up your arousal and mixing it with his precum before he slowly started pushing inside of you.

“Oh, God!” You exclaimed as he stretched you out. “It hurts father.” You whimpered with tears rolling down your face at the new pleasurable feeling within your walls.

“I know my little lamb, promise I’ll take good care of you.” He slid out again, starting up a slow and tender pace. With small moans of pleasure, you started relaxing around his length, permitting him to slip further inside your tight heat. With a strangled moan, Aaron bottomed out in you, stopping his movements until you adjusted to his size.

“Look at you, you slut. Taking my cock like a little whore in front of your savior.” He grunted as he felt your walls clamp down around him in an attempt to satisfy him. The father’s hand grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking your head back as he pushed himself against your cervix. It made you arch your back and push your breast towards the altar, presenting them to the celestial.

Aaron quickly started snapping his hips in and out of you, setting a brutally fast pace as he practically robbed you of your virginity. He was unable to apprehend his own desires at having you as he had felt the sweetness hidden behind your layers of cotton keeping you shielded from the hungry gaze of man.

To the best of your abilities, you tried keeping your balance, placing your hands on the railing as your body threaten to give out under you, your legs already starting to feel wobbly.

“You gonna cum like the whore you are!?” Aaron blurted out as he felt you getting closer and closer to sinning all over his cock. The coil was strung tight by now, unbearably close to ripping apart, your sight blurring at the delicious pleasure the father was exposing you to.

“God, please.” You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks, unsure of what was about to happen as your brain was fogging over. “I’m gonna-” You whimpered, unable to finish your thought at the feeling of the father’s hand falling in between your legs.

With harsh circles drawn over your clit you were right on the brink and Aaron knew. You were standing on your tippy-toes at the sensation, pulsating around him, unable to feel anything but him, how his cock twitch at your every move, how the head brushed against your g-spot, how he rearranged your guts in an attempt to push through the barrier that was your cervix. He had gone feral.

“You better use your manners, lamb.” He growled at you, continuing the torture on your clit as you were moaning out pleas for your release.

“Father, may I cum please!?” You screamed out, remembering what he had called the thing earlier. The never-ending stream of tears continued flowing down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Cum for me, my child.” Aaron howled, his cock plunging harshly inside of you as he bottomed out with every single thrust. Feeling the band snapping you let out a scream of pleasure, ringing through the whole church and echoing against the back wall. Aaron fucked you through it until he too came, coating your insides with thick long ropes of cum.

Stilling inside of you, you both managed to catch your breaths, the only sound resonating in the empty room was the heaving of your chests merging together as one.

“All is forgiven, my child. God is not angry with you anymore” He confirmed, pulling his softening cock from you, only to see your mixed juices flowing out of your abused hole and down your leg. The father was satisfied with his work and knew that you’d be back sooner or later.

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