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You’re My Religion Priest Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

“When I’m down on my knees, you’re how I pray” - Lana Del Rey

Content Warnings: Blasphemy/dom matt/sub reader/Oral male Receiving/Fingering/Penetrative Sex/Praise/Degradation/Choking  

Your footsteps could be heard from across the church, mass had ceased hours ago but you were restless. Outside was dark and gloomy but the warm lights of the church welcomed you. Standing in the candlelight you saw a figure turned around busying himself at the altar. “Father Murdock?” You called out tentatively “Yes, oh it’s you y/n what are you doing here so late?” Matt turned around, hearing your teeth chatter from the freezing temperatures. You felt wetness pool despite your guilt, seeing him dressed so casually in only a black long sleeved shirt and back pants. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what was said in mass today and I'm so very afraid I have been sinning.” You said worriedly “Oh y/n I’m sure that’s not the case you’re a sweet girl.” You suddenly felt hot from his praise.

“Thank you father, but I’m certain there is something wrong… with me I mean.” You were tripping over your words like a schoolgirl. You always seemed to act like a stupid little schoolgirl around Matt. He seemed to have that effect on you always. He walked in the direction of your voice, his cane tapping the wooden floor. Matt put his hand on your shoulder and said “ Y/n you're shaking like a leaf let me go get my coat to put on you, it's almost freezing out there you’ll get sick.” Matt walked into his office and grabbed his brown woolen coat. Matt walked out and draped his warm coat over your shoulders. His concern and care made you feel special and important. You glanced at the floor anxiously. Matthew put his hand across the small of your back leading you to the confession rooms. 

“Do you think doing confession will help you, angel?” You ignored the pet name absentmindedly and agreed. You sat down in the stall with Matthew across the black screen. “Whenever you want to begin,” Matt said carefully. 

“In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit. Amen.” 

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last confession.”

“And what is your sin that you need to confess to the holy spirit?” Matt said from the other side of the screen.

“Lust.” You said embarrassed anxiously fiddling with your fingers. 

“I see, have you acted on these thoughts? Matt asked, fuming with silent jealousy.

“No father I haven't, I'm certain the person I have been thinking about wants nothing to do with me.” 

“Do you touch yourself with these thoughts y/n?” 

You squirmed in your seat ashamed to speak. “Y/n?” Matt called 

“Yes father I have.” You said lowering your head to the floor

“I see, and who do you think of when you touch yourself y/n?” This is it you thought it’s now or never to admit the feelings that have been bubbling inside you for three years. Ever since you saw Father Murdock perform mass for the first time you were hooked. 

“It’s you father I’m so sorry please tell me what to do to alleviate these thoughts. I know what I’m feeling is wrong.” You begged 

“Kneel… just kneel” Matthew said from across the screen. You got on your knees onto the cold hard floor and everything was silent for a moment. Matthew yanked open the curtain and caressed your face with his calloused rough hands. His thumb settled on your lips as you squeezed your thighs together. “Oh angel you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to say those words, every Sunday I wait for you to say those words during our study after mass.” You wouldn't believe what you were hearing. He wanted you too.

“I thought all priests were chaste?” You questioned

“Silly girl, sometimes an oath cannot be kept, especially with someone like you.” Matthew kissed you passionately, his hands trailing down down down to your collarbones to your breasts and stopping at your waist. You had never been more wet, you were aching to be loved, to be touched, to be fucked, by him. Your hands moved to the buttons of his pants. “Angel, are you sure about this? I would never want to take advantage of you. I need to hear you say out loud what you want, use your words.” 

“I want to please you father.” You said overwhelmed. “God you're such a good girl go ahead baby.” You unbuttoned his pants and his cock was straining against his boxers. Briefly. You wondered how you would fit all of him in your mouth nonetheless in your pussy. Just the thought of him inside you made you rub your thighs together trying to get some friction. You pulled down his boxers and Matt’s thick cock sprung out. He grabbed your hand and put it on his cock. “Feel how hard I am, this is all for you y/n and your pretty voice.” His fingers threaded through your hair gently pressing you onto his cock. You experimented by licking the shaft. Matt moaned softly. You wrapped your mouth around his bulge and went back and forth. Suddenly Matt pulled you away by your hair. “What happened, was I doing it badly?” You said worriedly standing up. Matt's brows furrowed in concern. “Of course not, I just don’t want to come anywhere that's not in that sweet pussy.” Matt said while kissing you softly. You moaned into his mouth as he grabbed your ass. Suddenly Matt swooped you up onto his shoulder. You gasped as he started to carry you from the confession rooms into the church.

 He set you down onto a pew and sat down himself. He pulled you into his lap, his lips ghosting down your neck . You let out a moan “When I give you pleasure I want you to scream my name,,, my real name.”  He pulled your blouse over your head and your skirt down your legs leaving you in only your underwear. His fingers slid down to feel your clothed pussy pressing against your clit you gasped.  “You're so wet for me angel, what is it about me that makes you such a needy desperate slut.” You were too far in the clouds to notice what he said. His hand went to your throat lightly choking you. “When I speak you respond understand?”  “Yes Matt I’m sorry please touch me.” You whined. Matt slid your panties from your legs onto the floor. His hands lightly traced your folds as you gripped his toned forearm. His forefinger entered you quickly thrusting. The pleasure you felt from just one of his fingers was better than three of your own. 

“Can you take another?” Matt said after a moment “Yes” you replied. Matt added a second finger using his thumb to circle your clit. You got closer and closer to your high gasping and rolling your hips to fuck his fingers better. Suddenly his fingers disappear. You look up to Matt and see him smirking. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and puts both into his mouth. “The only place you are coming tonight is on my cock.” You gasp as he puts you on all fours and steps behind you removing the remnants of clothing he still had on. “Spread your legs for me,” Matt demanded. Your body compiled automatically.  

Lining his hard cock up to your pussy he grabbed onto your hips. He started thrusting into you roughly and grabbed your hair forcing your head up. “Oh my little whore are you enjoying yourself?”  You agreed, one hand reaching down to play with your clit. Matt was a rough lover you learned. A part of you felt guilty for doing something so sinful in a holy place but that was greatly clouded by the pleasure and lust for Matt you felt. The pleasure was building again and you begged Matt to allow you to come. “Come with me now y/n I’m close” You came with a cry basically yelling Matt's name into the echoey church. Matt wasn’t far off and stilled after a moment. 

You both sat side by side on the pew, sweaty and silent. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you Matt.”

“It’ll pass”