Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
contains: daddy kink, graphic sex, religious concepts, cursing
Description: you’ve never had an impure thought in your life until you met your new pastor. Now you need to confess your sins, because you’ve been wrong.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
You were the daughter of the head pastor of your church, and you had lived your entire life in the church. Every Sunday you went for morning service, and every Wednesday for night service. Tuesday’s and Thursdays were bible study nights, so you were basically in church almost everyday, and you loved it.
You were so devoted to your lord and savior Jesus Christ in every way. You knew every verse of the Bible like the back of your hand, you volunteered at church regularly, never missed a service, and prayed for forgiveness regularly.
You had never committed a bad sin, no of course not. No drinking (Romans 14:21), no tattoos (Leviticus 19:28) no revealing clothing (Timothy 2:9) and absolutely no premarital sex (Hebrews 13:4). You had never even kissed a boy. You were basically the poster child for the church in that you were perfect in every way.
It was an early Sunday morning, and you were getting ready for church as usual, wearing a nice blue Sunday dress. When you walked out to greet your parents, you realized your father was wearing casual church clothes, and not his pastor uniform.
“Dad, what’s this?” You asked, confused as you and your parents walked out to the car.
“We just accepted a new pastor from a couple towns over. He’s very well known in his area for being an amazing pastor, and today is his first service at our church. We’re very honored to have him here so be excited.”
“Oh... okay. Sounds nice.”
You arrived at church at 7:45 am sharp, and your parents went off to greet all of their church friends before service started. You were a little tired, so you decided to go grab a coffee from the free breakfast stand. Once you got there, most of the breakfast had been eaten already, save for a couple stale looking biscuits and a bagel.
‘I’ll just have coffee..’
You walked to the coffee maker and put in your desired creamer, then pressed the start button. It wasn’t amazing coffee or anything, but hey it would get you through the day.
‘Oh! My sugar!’ Before grabbing your brewed coffee from the machine, you realized you forgot your sugar, so you turned around to look for some and-
You walked straight into somebody.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention-“ You were standing right in front of this persons chest—which felt very nice... oh gosh, don’t think that—so you took a couple nervous steps back.
Once you were away from the person, you realized who it was.
He was a man, with a small frame, only a few inches taller than you, covered head to toe in black, with a while collar.
You knew every pastor here, so this had to be the new pastor.
His face was stern, but not mean looking. His eyebrows looked naturally arched to look judging, but his large doe eyes contrasted harshly. He had short black hair that looked like it was growing out from a buzz cut.
You shook your head, shocked at yourself for thinking such a thing.
“It’s no worries. Im Do Kyungsoo, the new pastor here.” He held out his hand politely, which you took with a shaking hand. Despite his small frame, his hands were quite a bit bigger than yours, and felt very strong...
‘I’d like to see that hand gripping my thigh as I-‘
“I’m (Y/N). The daughter of Pastor (L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, putting on the happy church voice and smile you’d been using your whole life, but it suddenly felt so fake.
“Oh is that so? I’ve heard a lot about you from him. Well the pleasure is all mine.” He smiled a little, his lips turned into a heart shaped smile.
“Oh.. that’s great.” You were avoiding eye contact with him now, scared more intrusive thoughts would plague your mind.
“Well I should get going, I have to find my dad. And you have a service to do. Good luck Kyungsoo.”
“Father Kyungsoo, if you’d please.” He corrected you politely, and you felt stupid for talking to him so casually.
“Of course.. sorry.. Father Kyungsoo..”
‘I wish I was calling him daddy instead..’
At this sinful thought, you ran away from him, completely ditching the coffee you had made for yourself and sought off to find your parents.
By the time you found them in the pews—they were in the front row of course—the service was starting.
One of the older Pastors that you were used to took the stand first, leading you all in your first prayer.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce our very special guest. Our new pastor, Father Kyungsoo will be leading our service today.”
You hadn’t really been paying attention today, considering your mind was all over the place, but hearing his name made a pit in your stomach.
He was right there in front of you.
“Good Morning everyone. I’m so glad to be here with you all on this blessed day. Thank you all for accepting me into your lovely church, it truly is an honor. Today we will be discussing a chapter in Corinthians which....”
Whatever was coming out of the young pastors mouth was no longer important, because you were staring at what was inside it..
‘So pink and nice... wouldn’t it feel good inside me?’
You crossed your legs in your dress, feeling something weird between them... you had never felt anything like this before.
Kyungsoo lifted his hands to explain something, and you noticed he had a rosary laced between his long fingers.
‘What if that was my hair between his fingers, as he pulls its while he fucks me?’
The tingling sensation between your thighs grew more, and you could feel your heartbeat intensifying.
The more he went on with his service, the more dirty thoughts you had, and the more you felt like an impure sinner.
“... Thank you, that will be all for today. Have a blessed rest of your day. In Jesus’ name we pray, amen.” He closed his beautiful eyes for a moment as everyone said amen with him and stepped down from the podium.
You needed to seek forgiveness for having these terrible sinful thoughts, so your next stop was to immediately go to confessionals. You had went to confessionals many times, but never for anything like this... But you absolutely needed to get this off of your chest, and you knew the pastor who always did confessionals would let you know that God would be proud of you for confessing to your sins, and that he still loves you. That’s what you really needed to hear in this moment.
Seeing you in such a hurry, your father grabbed your shoulder.
“Where are you going, Y/N?”
“To confessionals, Father.”
You felt your cheeks heat up.
“Why that’s between me and god, Father.” And with that, you ran off to the confessionals hall. There was nobody there today, so it was very quiet and dimly lit. Perfect for you, because you didn’t want anyone else to accidentally hear this.
Cautiously, you entered the tiny room and locked it behind you. It was very cramped, and had only a chair in it. You sat down, and leaned against the wall that led to the other side of the room where the pastor sat.
The priest opened the tiny window that signified that he was ready, but it was always dark on both sides so you cant see each other. You kneeled before the window, did a Hail Mary and closed your eyes.
“Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It is one month since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sins.”
You took a deep breathe and felt your heart beating loudly in your ears.
“I have been thinking extremely impure thoughts about our new pastor, Father Kyungsoo. I have never felt anything like this before, or ever even thought of these kinds of sinful acts... I thought about him.. in a sexual way, Father. It was so vile of me.”
It seemed as if the pastor on the other side had gotten closer to the wall connecting you two.
“I thought about him.. having sex with me. Roughly. I thought about how he would sound... his hands on my breasts.. my legs on his shoulders while he has sex with me. Oh Father, I feel so terrible. I wish god would forgive me for these terrible thoughts..” You clasped your hands in prayer, waiting for your pastor to tell you it would all be okay.
There was a long silence.
“For your sins, I recommend you pray the sinner’s prayer, read over the chapter Hebrews, and...”
The wall between you could actually unlock and open as door so the pastors could pass freely through the confessional rooms.
The door opened inwards, and you slowly opened your eyes to see why on earth they would be opening the door.
You jaw dropped wide open as the figure before you became apparent.
Pastor Kyungsoo was standing right in front of you, face as solemn as usual.
You immediately got up from your kneeling position, and straightened your dress, head bowed in shame.
“Father Kyungsoo! I-I’m... I’m so sorry. I had no idea it was you.. oh gosh this is so embarrassing.” You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes fixated on the hardwood floor.
“Matthew 11:28.” He said, voice flat.
“Matthew 11:28...?” You repeated, trying to remember what that verse meant. You had to think hard back into your hundreds of bible studies. It wasn’t a verse about forgiveness, in fact, it wasn’t even really a verse. It was just a phrase. It took a little digging but you finally remembered what it was.
“Come unto me?” You said aloud, finally looking at him. His eyes which were big and neutral earlier were now narrowed and hooded with lust.
“Lord forgive me for this.” He muttered to himself, doing a Hail Mary before approaching you, the scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You could feel the tingly feeling coming back, and you rubbed your thighs together.
“Do you want this?” Kyungsoo asked, his hand hovering below the hem of your dress.
“Were you listening to me at all? Of course I want it.” And with that you wrapped your arms around his neck, engaging in this most sinful act you could have thought of. Your lips met his and he immediately molded to yours, his big lips soft and sweet tasting. Within moments his tongue you had wanted so badly swiped over your bottom lip, asking for entrance as his hands played with the zipper on the back of your dress. He was able to pull the zipper down, and your ‘good girl’ dress fell to the floor with all of your morals. You didn’t care about being a woman of god anymore, you just wanted this man to fuck you. Eagerly you pulled your panties off as well.
“God made you so perfect, didn’t he?” Kyungsoo whispered as he pulled away, kissing your neck. You tilted your head back as he kissed all the way down your neck to your breasts, sucking softly on the tender skin, causing your nipples to harden.
“Father Kyungsoo-“ you started to say, but he took a finger and placed it on your mouth, shushing you.
“No no no... that’s for church.. Call me daddy instead.”
With those words, you found yourself a waterfall, your panties becoming soaked. You could feel yourself throbbing with anticipation for him to just take you already.
“Okay daddy” You cooed to him, and you could see him tense up at being called that, his face twisted with arousal.
He grabbed the inside of his collar, pulling his white clerical collar out and tossing it aside, his black Cossack falling off quickly.
“Doesn’t your outfit symbolize celibacy?” You asked through breathy moans, his face buried in your cleavage. As he played with your breasts, he reached into the wallet he kept in his waistcoat and pulled out a condom, rolling it onto his large member quickly.
“I’m a man of god, not a prisoner.” He groaned as he grabbed you by the bottom of your thighs, his fingers sinking into the fat of your thighs as he hoisted you up onto the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you collided mouths with him again, swirling your tongue around in the priests mouth.
“You’ve been so bad... beg for it..” Kyungsoo mumbled, aligning his member with your entrance, and sliding his length against your folds to tease you.
“Please daddy... I’ve been so bad.. I want you now.” You begged him, just wanted him to fill you up already.
“That’s my girl.” He said as he finally slid his length into you, only getting a little past the head because you were so tight. Obviously you were a virgin, so the sheer size of his dick was causing you to stretch out. Luckily, with his tongue working on your chest, you were wet enough to allow him to slide in.
“C’mon baby...” he mumbled, taking one hand to reach down to your core. He took two digits and sunk them down with his dick until he found your clit, engorged with arousal for him. He rubbed it in rough circles, trying to get you more wet for him. You moaned loudly, feeling yourself dripping around his member. With that, he pushed himself further into you, unable to get his full length in, but he was already feeling overwhelmed with the orgasmic feeling of your tight walls squeezing him.
“Daddy it hurts..” you moaned, biting your bottom lip.
“I’ll be gentle..” he said to you, pulling his dick out very slowly, and thrusting back in, while holding onto your thighs for leverage. With ease he began stretching you out so he could fit his whole member in, and started thrusting stronger and faster. Luckily for you, you had become so wet for him that the pain was subsiding, and you were starting to understand why people sinned. Sex felt amazing.
With your approval, he began pounding you hard, his entire length coming in and out of you while he kissed up and down the length of your neck. You ran your hands through his short black hair, tugging harshly at the small locks, causing him to moan into the soft flesh of your neck. Feeling his hot breathe against your cold skin sent a shiver through you, adding to the pleasure being surged through your core with every thrust.
“Daddy... I’m gonna..” your legs felt weak from tightly holding around his waist, and started shaking due to the pleasure in your body. You had never felt this before, it was the best feeling you had ever experienced, like a natural high passing throughout you, starting right at your core.
“Oh god!” You exclaimed, using the Lord’s name in vain as you threw your head back against the confessional wall, hitting your first climax hard. Your already tight walls tightened even harder around Kyungsoo, causing him to groan loudly into your ear as your relaxed. He held onto you as your body went limp, thrusting softly into you as you rode at your orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to finish right after you, and he gently set you down on the confessionals chair as he cleaned both of you up.
Within seconds he had put his priest outfit back on, clasping his collar proudly.
“Will I be seeing you back in confessionals soon?”
“Of course.” You panted, smiling at him.
“I did something bad I have to confess.”
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