Drarry / E / 3.2K / Muggle AU, priest Harry, PWP / Warnings: Religious Imagery/Setting/Symbolism, explicit sexual content
Father Harry has been the priest of the Wiltshire parish for under a year. With his seminary degree and training as a transitional deacon barely under his belt, he knows he’s a little green. But his lack of experience cannot deny his nature — he is a true man of God. He believes in love, repentance, absolution, and prayer. That every day we wage internal battles against the devil.
What Father Harry doesn’t know is that the devil himself believes in him.
I was friends with all his brothers but, there was something about Raph that was just easy. It was like hanging out with a long lost friend. I’d wait up for him, having the hockey or basketball game cued up for him with a few cold ones in the fridge after a long night of patrol. It started become to routine now that I didn’t even get surprised anymore when I turned and saw his large frame taking up most of my old worn sofa from college.
I’d place the cool beer over his large shoulder as his green eyes met mine through his crimson mask. I tried to let it not get to me… The heat igniting in my stomach from his easy gaze but it always did. Taking a seat next to him, my knees going up to my chin as I popped the top to my beer taking a pull. His eyes lingered longer than normal on my the bare skin of my legs and thighs from the spring nights become hotter as we moved closer to the summer months.
“How was patrol?“ I asked as he snorted, watching the hockey puck slide across the ice. “That good huh?” I smirk, knowing his demeanor, knowing if he’d wanted to talk, he’d talk.
“We ran into some thugs and a girl.” He said, his words hanging around us for a moment. I looked over at him, his solum eyes meeting mine remembering my time being one of those ‘girls.’
My face smashed against the muck and grim of the New York City concrete. The metallic taste of copper from biting down on my cheek filled my mouth, forcing my frigid body to move. Tears glossed over my vision and I could feel his knee digging like a knife into my lower back. The hardened tip of his pistol pointed at the back of my skull. Never in a million years do you see yourself here. I could hear the horrific sound of his belt coming undone. I forced myself to push up but, his gun was there hitting quick and hard at the back of my head, making my vision blur and face bounce into the asphalt as more blood pooled into my mouth.
“Please…No…” I managed. My voice weak and unintelligible to my own ears making my stomach churn. The sound of the zipper sliding down and more pressure at my back as he struggled to get his pants down and keep me complacent. Keep me immobilized and weak.
Then it was all gone. The pressure and pain was removed and I was left with the cool air of the winter night against my exposed skin. I turned to my back quickly ignoring the icy puddles around me socking in my clothes as I pulled up my pants adjusting my clothing. I got to my feet, head pounding my body shivering as I watched shadows moved in the darkened alleyway ahead. His figured was massive, like nothing I’ve ever seen before but, I wasn’t scared. I was relieved. He approached slowly, cautiously but, I wanted to wrap my arms around his bulky frame. I wanted to kiss him, give him whatever he wanted. He saved my life, saved my sanity. Saved years of living in fear and regret.
“He ain’t gonna hurt ya anymore.” His gruff voice said from the shadow as I nodded tears slipping down my eyes. His hand went to reached out but, stopped before the street lamp. I didn’t like that. I needed to see my savior. I grabbed his hand, large and rough as I tugged his heavy body following willingly into the light. I gasped to the shock but, let my eyes crawl and take him in. I felt tears well in my eyes again. Not from fear but, from knowing that he was out there all this time hiding in the shadows just ready to save whoever needed it and probably faced with nothing but fear in return.
“T-Thank y-y-you…” I say, my teeth chattering my from the cold and shock as he nods. I wrap my arms around myself as he looks around the neighboring buildings nothing but shops and bars around us.
“You live ‘round ‘ere?” He asks his New York accent thick and indistinguishable.
“N-n-no…” I say, sighing and shaking my head to my chattering teeth. “S-sorry.” I say as he snorts, looking down at me.
“You’re apologizin’ for nearly gettin’ raped?” He asks as I shrug a smile coming to my face at his crass behavior.
“I-I’ve never exactly b-been rescued before, I-I don’t know how t-to behave.” I say, wiping the now cold dried tears from my cheeks as they itch my skin. My eyes look up to his, his mask crimson as the dried blood on my lip but, eyes green and brilliant against the ragged cloth. My heart beats fast now for a different reason.
“You need an ice pack?” I ask, looking over his large scarred knuckles. He laughs his signature snort of derision, smiling over at me from his spot in the couch as he shakes his head.
“Nah… Their heads were soft.” He said giving me that beautifully broken, crooked smile. I smirked behind my beer bottle, nodding my head now turning back to the completely ignored hockey game. “You get anywhere wit’ that meetin’ today?” He asked. Never in my life did I have a guy this rough and tough that actually listened. Like, listened. Didn’t just ‘uh huh – yeah’ me as he stared at my cleavage. It was incredibly mind boggling and endearing.
“Yeah, they’re going to take the proposal. We’re cleanin’ up three parks and openin’ up two.” I said with a smile as he nodded, raising his beer bottle to mine as I tapped my neck to his. “It’s amazin’ actually, didn’t think they’d go for it at all but…”
“You wear that black dress, that’s why.” He said, going back to the hockey game, his large arm now stretching over the back of my couch, nearly reaching me on the other side. I stare a little too long at his hands, thick, strong and capable before shaking my head. His attitude was nonchalant, trying to be aloof but, I knew what game he was playing at.
This was another interesting part of our ‘relationship’. Raph was crass and told it like it is. I liked that. Being a proud feminist and all around bad boss bitch I wasn’t supposed to, but… I did. He’d make little jokes pushing my buttons as much as he could. I knew it was all in good fun and he was kidding. He didn’t have a disrespectful bone in his body but, something in me… Liked it. … A little too much.
“Ya know the one.” He said pushing further when I didn’t answer.
“I bought pretzels.” I said getting from the couch as he chuckled. The rumbling, deep sound making a shiver crawl up my body. So much power just from his voice alone… What those hands could do and his body… Another shiver crawled down this time between my legs as the bag of pretzels opened in an explosion from my overzealous tear, all over my kitchen counter. “Fuck sakes…” I sigh to myself. I start collecting them on my hands and knees cupping my hands and pulling them to me in a pile. I can feel his heavy gaze on me, my face heating to what I had been thinking earlier and now here I am on my hands and knees in front of him. I sigh, sitting back on my heals dusting the salt and powder off my hands arching my neck to reach his face. “What?” I ask, aggravation coating my tone as he chuckles, crossing his arms over his large chest.
“You look good on your knees like that.” He says, his face widening with a smile as I sigh, shaking my head and continue to pick up the pretzels.
“Because you would know?” I ask, tossing the snacks into the trash.
“Not from you.” He jokes, starting to help as he grabs a broom and dust pan from my closet. He taps my backside with it moving me out of the way. “Might be a little easier, Miss College Degree.” He said, sweeping the pretzels into the pan. I get from the floor grabbing my beer and watch him clean my floor. The small movements of the small broom him his large hands making his muscles flex and coil under his beautiful green skin. His large body barely fitting in my small kitchen. His hands carefully, cautiously lifting the pan and emptying it. Everything done with precision and grace because if not he could easily just break it. I snap myself out of my gawking, hopping onto my kitchen countertop to watch him finish up.
“I should get you a little French Maid’s outfit.” I crossing my legs and bouncing my foot taking a swig of my beer with a playful smirk. He looks over at me, his face unamused as I smile wider. I twirl my finger in front of me. “Give me a twirl.” I say as he barks a laugh dumping the spilt pretzels into the trash.
“You wish doll face.” He says as he passes me going back to the living room as I shrug.
“Maybe I do.” I say taking another swig of my beer. He stops and turning back to me as I watch him watching me.
“Whadya just say?” He asks, his eyes narrowing as I arch a brow.
“You heard me.” I say with a shrug.
“How many of those beers have you had before I stopped by?” He asks, shaking his head. Like I needed to be intoxicated to be attracted to him. I was intoxicated already, by him.
“I’ve only had one Raph.” I say sliding my body off the counter and walking over to him slowly. I watch as his whole demeanor changes. His stances closes, his shoulders slack, he makes himself smaller to accommodate. Without even knowing it he’s already being a better lover than any one I’ve ever had and I haven’t even touched him yet.
“You don’t know what you’re sayin…”
“So you’re just all talk then? You don’t really want me?” I ask lifting my hand to his plastron. I let my finger tips feel the groves and scars scattered across it, unable to meet his eyes.
“You’re askin’ if I want you?” He asks amusement in his tone. My eyes slide up to his and they’re scared. Nervous. I’ve never seen him like this.
"Do you?” I ask as he shakes his head.
“Are you crazy? Yes. Of course I do. Looket you!” He says as I feel my face heat. I lift my other hand to his arm, feeling his body tense under my touch. My eyes meet his eyes as my hand glides slowly over his large bicep, up his massive shoulders. I pull myself closer to him, my body finally taking the final step in pressing together. I feel a small vibration against my chest that comes up from his making a sound I hadn’t heard before. The noise leaves me stunned but, strikes heat down to my core.
“You undastand why this is fucked right?” He asks as I chuckle.
“You understand why it’s not?” I ask as he sighs, placing his hands to my face.
“You’re serious?” He asks as I nod my head.
“Want me to throw myself at you?“ I ask as he smirks, his large arms for the first time finally enclosing around me, taking purchase on my hips. "I won’t break Raph, I want you to touch me.” I say, my voice just above a whisper. His eyes snap to mine, darker now like emeralds.
“You want me?” He asks, his voice changing. Rough, dark and from another part of him that I haven’t seen before. It made goosebumps break over my skin and heat rush through my veins. His eyes dilated as they glared into mine, the air changing swiftly in the room as it left my body.
“Yes.” I breathed. His large hand comes to my cheek, hot and flushed from the humid air and heat circling around us.
“Really? You think you can handle me?” He asks, his tone joking but still lingering with an edge and challenge making my body want to combust. I can only nod as he chuckles. The same rumble, strength and power from his chest as it moves against mine. His face inches closer, agonizingly slowly, his green eyes dancing back and forth across mine as I feel my heart beat lost in the single instant before he touches his scarred lips to mine. “If you think so, Doll face.”
Fire. Need. Everything. It calls to our lips and bodies, taking us over completely. I wrap my arms up to his large shoulders, grabbing clawing at his skin to get closer. He snarls as his mouth opens, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth, hot and hoppy from the beer. His large, strong hands gripping the back of my shorts as he lifts me easily pulling me to him my legs wrapping around his wide waist as he walks up to the bedroom.
He drops me like dead weight on the bed as I smirk up at him sliding straps from his shoulders, gear from his arms dropping around him like heavy armor. My savior.
I hook my legs back around the back of his thick thighs feeling his muscles roll fluidly with his motions as he leans his massive frame over me. The bed creaking to his weight as his mouth meets mine again, sloppy and wet as I match it needing to me as messy as him.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He says into my ear as more heat strikes. Another rumble comes from his chest, that vibration and sound stimulating my nibbles through the thin tank top. His face leaves my mouth, burying itself into my neck. “Fuuuck…“ Groaning, taking in a breath of me as I smile.
Pheromones…
“That’s what you do to me Raph…” I say against his thick neck as his face lifts to mine, his green eyes dark and fixated on mine as his tongue darts out over his bottom lip.
“Wanna see what ya do ta me?” He asks, his voice unfamiliar again but I want to know it. I need to know it. I nod, gripping onto his shoulders as he pulls me with him to the edge of the bed. He stands and I whimper from the loss of his touch as he starts to undo his belts. My whimpering soon shifts to moaning, noticing the straining of his large member through his pants.
Fuck…
Crawling to the edge of the bed I grab the hem of his pants giving them a harsh pull over to me, my eyes only fixated on one thing.
“Wha are ya…” I only shake my head, helping him with his pants as he catches on quick. He starts to fumbling with his pants and I put an end to it quick, shoving his hands harshly away.
“Stop.” I say looking up at him as he does instantly. His eyes meet mine, excitement, nervousness, passion, animalistic want glown within them as I licked my lips slowly. "Let me do it.” I say softly as he only nods.
I’m able to undo his belts, and tug down his pants past his large hips and down his thighs as they pool at his feet. I don’t look at it yet, only his eyes as I wrap my hand around the thick head, feeling the his moist bead against my palm. His chest starts to rise and fall in shorter gasps, my eyes not wavering from his as I stroke his cock.
“I want you to see me.” I say softly as his breath quickens. “I don’t want to have to remind you again that I want you. That I want this.” I say giving a slower stroke, twisting my wrist around his shaft as his eyes flutter close. “Got me?” He nods as I smile, leaning forward and finally taking in my prize. The sound leaves his chest again as I take him all in and the moisture between my thighs doubles.
Thick green member with a beautiful head, my mouth goes to it needing a taste. My tongue rolling over the tip as his musk enters my sense. I lick down his long shaft, veins pulsing against my tongue as he groans above me. I slid my tongue underneath him, around the other side making him coated so he’ll go down my throat a little easier.
I wrap my hand at his base and start, his head past my lips as I push little by little, gagging less with each bob of my head. His hips resist thrusting into me but I can feel their strength which only makes me want to take him more. His breathing quickens and his hand is at the back of my head but, instead of pushing he’s pulling me back.
I’m laying on my back on the mattress with his large frame over me, his weight held from by his large arms caging me at my shoulders and thighs resting at my hips. His erection bopping, glistening with my saliva and his precum against his plastron.
“You’re wearin’ too much clothin’ an’, I don’t wanna cum yet.” He voice dark once more as I smile. “I always knew you had a talented little mouth on ya.” He jokes, his face nuzzling my neck as his hands moved over my shorts. “I’m gonna undress you now.” He still needed to let me know. Still needed to make sure this was OK. I nodded, my mouth going up to his as he caught it in a kiss.
“Please undress me whenever you want.” I say as he chuckles.
“Don’t give me that kinda powa Dollface.” He says tugging my shorts down swiftly. I gasp, as his mouth moves quick to my mound, his face nuzzling the flesh and kissing my thighs. “Always go commando?” He asks with a smirk as I shrug innocently. He smiles, lifting one of my legs to the side watching as my core is exposed. “Mmm… You smell so fuckin’ good… You must taste even betta. I’m gonna eat the shit outta you until half of fuckin’ Jersey knows my fuckin’ name.” His eyes slid up to mine as another shiver crawls over my body causing more wetness to seep from my center. He only smiles as his eyes dilate to the smell before his face slips between my legs.
Slow at first. Long licks of his large tongue, tasting and savoring as I whimper on my mattress. His hand starts up my body, just as agonizingly slow as his tongue until he slithers under my tank top reaching the sensitive peak of my breast. I moan softly as his strong fingers pinch and his tongue flicks against my clit. Soft moans shortly turn to gasps, that turn to chanting nothing but his name over and over like it was all I knew.
His other hand was added, his talented tongue working my clit, sucking and flicking as his fingers pressed, pinched and twisted back and fourth between my breasts, now he was adding a finger to my core. Inching it in and curling it up as my back arched off the bed. He added a second finger, his hand fucking me as his mouth devoured.
I came undone. I screamed. My back arching from my bed, my cunt pushing into his face grinding into him as I climbed down from the biggest high of my life.
“Holy fuck…” I breathed… My tank top pushed up to my neck as body sprawled over my bed as he sat up on his knees, grabbing my legs and tugging me to his waist. I watched, his cock weeping at the tip but still iron hard as he stroked it, waiting for me to enjoy my afterglow.
“Told ya…” He said cockily as I smiled sitting up on my elbows and watching him stroke himself.
“That’s beautiful…” I say, my eyes moving from his cock to his eyes as nods, gripping my ass and tugging me closer lining up my soaked center with his large member.
“Not as beautiful as this.” He sighs, pushing himself into me, slowly. His head slipping past as my clench my eyes shut tight laying back against the bed.
“Uh….fuck…” I groan. The feeling of the stretch is tight and hot, but so good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” I can feel his fingers gripping into my hips, digging hard enough to leave bruises to hold himself back from pushing in. He wanted to. Let me adjust.
After a few moments I roll my hips on him. His eyes snap open to mine. The nervousness is back, worried I might break.
“Please Raphael. Please fuck me…” I say, rolling me hips onto him. His grip changes, his eyes darken as a low rumble leaves his chest and I can feel it through his cock.
He pushes in slowly, filling me until his hips come flush with mine. My eyes clench to the feeling. I can feel him everywhere. I lift my leg as he guides it over his bicep, leaning over me his face inches from my own.
“I love you Raph.” I can’t help it anymore. It needs to be said and out there. His mouth hovers over mine.
“I know Dollface.” He says, his mouth pressing hard to mine as his hips pull back and snap back in.
He sets the rhythm and it’s glorious. It’s not too long before I’m chanting his name like a hymn, my hands clenching his tough skin, pulling to get closer.
“I’m gonna cum.” His gruff voice, cracking in my ear as that alone is enough to send me to my breaking point. “Yes, yes…I love ya too.” He sighs into my ear as he cums. His rhythm stammering, the piston of his hips lessening as his arms shake from his own weight.
He rolls to the side of me as I smile, finally tossing off my tank top and tucking my naked body into the side of his. I let my fingers lazily trial over his plastron, mimicking the lines and curves of it as his eyes finally open to mine, coming down from his high. His hand lifts to my cheek, his rough thumb grazing the apple of it.
“You don’t know how lucky I feel right now.” He says as I smile, laying my body over his kissing those beautiful, scarred lips.
