꒰ ꒱ ⠀priest!sam⠀ ૮ ა ܍
This fic contains erotic depictions involving religious themes. ♱ ── ̟ !! If this is a sensitive topic for you, please proceed with caution or skip this work. †
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𓏲𝄢 you knew it was wrong, you both did. After all, it had been going for way too long..
That knowledge hung between you like incense smoke-thick, cloying. impossible to ignore. Ilt had been going on for too long, this slow, sinful dance, this quiet unraveling of vows. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it began, but you remembered the afternoon in Father Sam's study with perfect, aching clarity.
It started with a whisper of lips against his, tentative, testing. He had pulled away at first, his voice trembling. “No... we can't.” His eyes were soft, wounded-like a man already grieving a sin he hadn't yet committed. But when you looked at him, wrecked and pleading, his resolve crumbled. His touch found you, His touch was hesitant at first, trembling as his fingers brushed your cheek, as if you were something holy he had no right to touch. But then his lips met yours again, tender and slow, like a man savoring his last taste of grace before the fall, reverent, as though he could absolve himself later if only he worshipped you gently enough, you were clinging to each other, mouths grew desperate, greedy. He walked you backwards, locking the door before pressing you against it, his lips trailing fire down your throat.His touch was hesitant, but with your guidance he touched you just like he had dreamed. You undressed slowly, torturously each undone button a fresh agony for him. When the lace of your bra was finally revealed, his breath caught. His fingers clutched his rosary like a lifeline, as if begging forgiveness for the sin of finding you beautiful. But you took the beads from him, draping them around your own neck, letting them rest against your skin like a claim. His devotion, now yours.
His hands learned you like scripture, soft at first, then bolder, mapping every curve as if committing you to memory. “You're.. so beautiful,” he whispered, voice breaking. You guided his hand to your breast, and he melted under the sensation, his touch tentative at first, then bolder, his thumb brushing over the lace, then you stepped out of your skirt, revealing matching lace beneath, his throat worked. He didn't hesitate this time,his hands traced your thighs as if you were something divine.
And when you stood bare before him, he looked at you as if you were the answer to every prayer he'd ever choked back, He didn't take you, he worshipped you.
His lips traced your stomach, his gaze lifting to yours like a sinner seeking absolution. And when he finally slid inside you, he swore he saw God. Tears glistened in his eyes, his hips stuttering, his breath coming in ragged whispers. “You feel..so..heavenly.”
It wasn't just the wall,it was the desk, the floor, every surface consecrated by the way he moved against you, his hips stuttering, his hands clutching you like you were the only thing keeping him from damnation. You guided his fingers to your clit, and he touched you like his sole purpose was to unravel you, his breath hot against your neck as you moaned his name.
And when you gasped “Sam” for the last time, he lost himself completely spilling inside you with a broken whimper, his forehead pressed to yours as if begging for forgiveness.
Afterward, he held you like something precious, his lips brushing over your skin, the rosary still draped around your neck you were his penance and his prize. His words soft, broken, yet gentle.
The next morning, you sat in the pews, your fingers idly tracing the beads now hidden beneath your blouse.
Father Sam stood at the pulpit, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering..until it found yours. His breath hitched when your fingertip touched your lips, a silent promise.
His words never faltered, but his hands trembled.
And after?
He was at your doorstep, your house becoming his new sanctuary.
⋆.˚ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 : I know I haven't posted in soo long but I'm finally free from college and needed a bit of a break, I'm not gonna lie this was an old draft I was working on because I haven't had many ideas, I'm also working on a request so I'm so sorry if that is taking so long for me to finish, I'll try to be more active and catch up with moots, and also thank you so much for the support even while I was gone <3
<3 sdt @regretdean @legalmente-loca
