Some Things Can’t Be Resisted // Patrick McKenna x Reader
Request: hi lovely!!! I read your camerlengo reader oneshot and just want more hnnnnnnngh!!! how bout the seven deadly sins prompt, specifically lust ?? 😏😏😏 with lots of kisses from those sinful lips of his 🔥🔥 you are incredible !!!!
Requested by: Anonymous
Summary: The request!
Warnings: Breaking the rules and vows of the Papacy-
Notes: This is possibly one of the best ways we could have kicked off the 7DS prompts! I’ve been wanting to start it for a while, but I didn’t know who to write for or which Sin to use. 😭
Also, when I tell you I squealed upon seeing this request, I mean I screeched.
Slight dodgy middle, I’m sorry for that, but the make-out is at least semi-decent I think.
Sidenote: I didn’t delve into full smut here, it’s mostly heated makeout and suggestiveness :)
Not my gif, but you know I just had to use this one
You kept your head down as you briskly walked through the vast and towering halls of the Vatican, keeping to yourself and desperately hoping that none of the Cardinals, Priests or other officials of the Church noticed your odd and slightly suspicious behaviour.
You were on edge, the most apprehensive you had been in a long time. All you had done was visit the man you had found yourself entangled with of late- in more ways than one- and yet, you felt like even the walls of the old building were chastising your choices, even though only you and your lover were truly aware of the entire situation. You had only spoken to him for a few minutes, but the thoughts that had been running through your head through every moment of the conversation, they had been what you could only, and rather ironically, describe as sinful.
You rounded a corner, your eyes still firmly glued to the floor, as you drew into yourself a little bit more. You tried to push the dirty thoughts from your mind, desperate to not focus on them, but you were suddenly wrenched from your anxious mental playground when you felt a hand around your wrist. You gave an audible gasp as you were yanked into a slightly shadowy corner, quickly pinned against the wall, with a hand covering your mouth to stop you from crying out too loudly. After a moment given to you to focus, you realised it was only the man that you had departed from a few minutes prior.
“Patrick, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” You asked him, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one could hear the hushed conversation between you two. “I left you barely ten minutes ago!”
“I needed to see you again,” He whispered hastily in reply. His eyes darted back and forth just after yours, before landing to rest back on your face again. “I can hardly take my mind off you...” He admitted, his face dangerously close to yours. You’re slightly shocked by the sudden comment, and you try to step back from him. “Patrick... We can’t do this here...” You warn him, not wanting to get caught by any passers by. He grabbed your hands again, clutching them in his own.
“Then let’s go to my office... Please... Just a few minutes.” He almost sounded like he was begging you. You gently place your hand on his cheek.
“Alright, alright...” You soothe him, and he starts to lean into your touch. “But you have to walk beside me, without holding my hand. I don’t want you getting in trouble with anyone.” You tell him seriously. He hardly seems to be listening, but nods slowly in agreement before reluctantly pulling away from you.
He briefly looked over his shoulder to you, gesturing discreetly for you to follow him. After a moment’s hesitation, you do so, jogging slightly to catch up with him. You’re about a pace or so behind him, not getting too close, so that your legs didn’t get tangled up in the deep black robes that he had to wear.
It took you both maybe about two minutes to make your way to his office, which was formerly the office of his father. He shut the doors as soon as you had come in behind him, making sure that they were securely locked, so that no one may walk in on the pair of you.
Patrick leant against the door for a moment, trying to compose himself, before straightening up, and turning to face you. “You must forgive me for my behaviour, I... I don’t know what’s come over me...” He told you, starting to pace over towards his desk. You move along with him, taking a seat on one of the two chairs in front of the dark-wood desk.
He looks at his hands, palms spread out on the cold, lifeless surface, trying to shift his mind from the constant, lustful, sinful thoughts of you. It was of little use, and to no avail. After another minute or so of being lost in his thoughts, he brought his hand up to quickly pull the pure white collar out from around his neck. He let it fall to the table, his piercing blue eyes focusing on it before moving up to lock with yours. He straightened up again, beckoning you over to him with two fingers, not saying a word.
Without breaking eye contact with him, you rise from your chair, edging around his desk, you are standing just in front of him in a few seconds. You open your mouth to quietly ask him what’s on his mind, but you are silence before you can speak by his lips pressing against your own.
You’re shocked at the sudden action, and push him away slightly. Though you knew he couldn’t get you out of his head, you’re mostly surprised by how forward he’s being, especially in his place of work, his place of worship. “Patrick, what do you think-”
“Please.” He whispered hurriedly to you, “Please, my darling.” He cupped his hands over your cheeks, keeping you close. “We needn’t do anything too much... A-and no one will ever know...” He assured you. You debate it for a moment, before pressing your lips slowly back against his, only giving him a small taste of your sweet lips.
“Slowly, Patrick. Calm yourself.” You soothe, and for a moment, he does regain at least some of his composure. However, he quickly loses it again when he feels his lips touch yours again. His side of the kiss is hungry, wanting more, lusting for more, lusting for you and your touch. Your side of the kiss is more calming, trying to get him to slow down at least a little bit. It didn’t work very well to say the least. He turned you both a little bit, backing you up until your rear hit his desk. He still hungrily attacked your lips, his hands moving to rest on your hips and the small of your back.
You started to melt against him, letting him devour you in more than just one sense. You lips slid against his as he hummed quietly in approval, his teeth nipping affectionately at your bottom lip. Your hands moved to his neck and up into his hair, tugging gently at the mousy brown strands as you feel his slightly kiss-swollen lips trail over to your jaw and down to your neck. He was moving slowly as he paid close and loving attention to every inch of skin exposed and available to him. Occasionally he would nip at your skin, but was careful not to leave a mark.
Oh how sinful it would look for you to leave his office, leave his presence, with marks of how much and how well he had loved you.
You let your head fall back for a moment, giving your Holy lover more and easier access to your neck. He pressed some gentle kisses over your collar bone towards the crook of your neck. You gave a quiet yet audible gasp as his lips brushed over a particularly sensitive area, and he immediately picked up on the reaction. He pressed another, slightly hotter kiss to the area, almost testing the waters, seeing if you would tell him to stop before he continued. You pressed your hand on the back of his head, and at the cue he dived right in, nipping gently at it with his pearly white front teeth, thoroughly enjoying himself. After a minute or so of him repeating his actions, of him basking in the small gasps and whines you let slip past your lips, he pulled back.
“I hope you can cover the marks I give you...” He mused quietly, stroking the side of your face delicately with his fingers. You nodded slowly, and pulled his face towards yours again, giving him another deep, and more loving kiss.
You chuckle as you pull away, smiling rather cheekily at him. “You better put that collar back on, Father McKenna.” You tell him, picking up the fabric and pressing it against his chest for a moment. “You have an image to uphold, don’t you?” You tease quietly, and he laughs gently at you, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. “Alright. But I only do it because you ask me to.” He rubbed his nose gently against your own, before reluctantly stepping back and fastening the collar back into the neck of his robe.
You get to your feet, straightening out your clothes to make yourself a little more presentable. “You know... If you really can’t get your mind off of me, then... We could always go... A little further.” You suggest quietly with a rather sly smile. Patrick returns a similar look to you.
“Oh?” He replies, in a very teasing voice. “Perhaps I will take you up on that.” He subtly gestures for you to move with him as he walks to unlock the doors, and you do so without question. “Would you object to meeting me on the steps of the Vatican? Tonight, at nine, perhaps?” He suggested, raising his brows as he spoke. You pretend to consider it.
“Would the Cardinals be suspicious?”
“Not likely, they would most likely be at home, saying their evening prayers.” He informs you. You nod slowly in understanding.
You then lean forward just before your lover can open the doors for the pair of you, pressing your swollen lips to his again, tilting your head slightly as you slip your tongue carefully into his mouth, exploring it as his tongue pressed back, fighting to gain dominance. Eventually he did win, and your lips continued to dance for a moment longer, before you pull away.
“Does that answer your question, Father?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, that’s perfect.”
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