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That fucking dress.
The back of Levi’s head was pressed against his pillow, his eyes screwed shut. He could feel the blood rushing from every part of his body, to where his hand was wrapped around. He’d tried everything, repenting, praying, meditating. If you could think of it, he’d tried it. He finally gave into the urge, the ache that kept him up at night. All he could wrap his head around was the dress you had worn the previous Sunday, the way it hugged your silhouette.
Fuck.
His hips lifted, as if he was chasing an impossible high. His hand quickened, his lips parting. What was happening to him? He’d lived with temptation his entire life, what was it about the girl with the striped sundress. Sun… how the sun illuminated the top of your breast as you breathed, he wondered what they felt like, were they as soft as he’d imagined? Would they melt in his mouth as his tongue danced over your nipples. What sounds would you make when he touched you? He’d heard heavenly choirs before, but what heavenly symphony would you play for him?
So close.
Were you going to wear that dress again? Or maybe a different, tighter dress. Did you know what you were doing to him? Was this God’s biggest test for him? If it was, he was failing miserably, and enjoying every filth filled moment of this torture. His hand picked up the pace, he could feel the throbbing against his fingers. You were so beautiful, so deliciously tempting. This must have been what drugs felt like, a high just from the thought of the feeling. He’d never spent a second with you outside of church, and yet, he was intoxicated. He was drunk off the thought of you bent over one of the church pews, his rosary wrapped around your neck, a cross indentation on your throat.
“Father Levi,” a soft knock at the door brought Levi back to reality, and he was not happy.
“Yes. Yes. I will be out in a few.”
Now it wasn’t just an ache, it was a pain that radiated all over his body. This service was going to be agonizing, especially if you were going to be there. What was he kidding, of course you were going to be there, you hadn’t missed a Sunday in years. He rubbed his face in frustration, pulling on a pair of his black pants, and a black button up. He stopped in front of the mirror, fixing his clerical collar, his eyes finally reaching his own reflection. He didn’t even recognize himself. The beads of sweat had collected around his hairline, his cheeks flushed. This man in the mirror was weak, he couldn’t fight off the simplest of temptations. If there was a devil, she was dressed as a church going, tight dress wearing woman who so happened to be in his congregation.
With a deep breath, he was trying to ground himself. He couldn’t go out there in this state. He needed to remind himself who he was, and what his role in this church was. He was a leader, people looked up to him. If only they knew the impure thoughts that lived in his head. He took a moment to sit on the edge of the bed, flipping through his bible. He was looking for words of encouragement, but he knew nothing he could read would make him feel any better about the situation he had somehow gotten himself into.
“Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, there was no way out. He’d been pleading with God to lead him down a clearer path, and somehow, he had found that the temptations were worse. As much as he wanted to stay hidden in his room, that wasn’t an option. He needed to face this test head on, he knew he could resist. If it wasn’t possible, God would have never put it in his wake.
Sunday service was packed, as usual. Levi greeted each guest with a kind smile, and a small bow. He wasn’t one for touching, so he opted to bow out of respect. It was person, after person. He was starting to think that you weren’t going to show, and he’d be safe. Almost as if a cruel joke, you were the next person in line.
“Father Levi,” you smiled, sweetly.
“Y/N,” he bowed, although his hand ached to reach out and touch you.
“It’s always pleasant to see you each Sunday.”
No, it wasn’t pleasant. It was torture. You were wearing the same dress from last weekend, but somehow it was tighter? How was that even possible?
Levi smiled, bowing his head. He tried not to watch you walk away, but he was curious where you would sit. Maybe it would be in an area where you’d be hidden, but of course, you sat right in the front. You would be directly in his line of sight.
He gently tugged on his collar, as if that would help with this feeling of suffocation he was suffering from. He tried to work his way through every smiling face, through every overly chatty women, through the insufferable women who tried to flirt with him every Sunday. He just wanted this morning to be over.
The service was awful, Levi found himself staring at you more times than he’d like to admit. He watched every time you fixed your hair, or when you’d situate yourself by crossing your legs. He felt like a perverted little boy, hoping to catch a glimpse of your underwear. He was disgusted with himself. Half way through the service, he had to close his eyes and grip on to his rosary, repeating the same prayers over and over.
Occasionally, when he’d open his eyes, you’d be gazing at him, hands in your lap. Had you known that the reason he was fighting his own demons was because of you? There was no way. He’d never shown any interest in you, or maybe you could just tell by his body language, or the way he stared at you every Sunday, somehow always finding you in a crowd.
“Father Levi?”
The second time today that someone had to bring him back to reality, because of you.
“Yes?”
“Father Smith isn’t here today, so someone needs to do the body of Christ during communion.”
Levi didn’t even want to shake peoples hands, and now he’d have to stick a cracker in someone’s mouth. It made his skin crawl, but it was part of his duties, one of the few he truly hated.
There were some people who preferred that you placed it in their hand, and he’d been hoping most people would be that way, but of course not. He had to have his fingers in someone news mouth for the next hour, at least it would take his mind off of you and that god forsaken dress.
Levi had found himself in auto pilot, he’d even gotten passed the initial ick of placing food into peoples mouths. He picked up another cracker, his hand extending when he realized who was standing in front of him.
You.
“Father,” you greeted him once more, bowing your head towards him, as he often did to you.
“Body of Christ,” he didn’t want to be around you longer than he had too, it was like an addict feigning for the next hit.
You opened your mouth, just enough that his finger could slip past your lips without touching them. He pressed the cracker onto your tongue before you wrapped your lips around his finger. He was surprised that his first instinct wasn’t to yank his finger from your mouth, but it was to slip a second finger in.
You pulled your head back, allowing for his finger to slide out of your mouth. He felt the ache once more, pulsating. How could you be so brazen, in front of a congregation?
“Father, would you by chance have some free time tonight? I’ve been struggling, and I could use some guidance.”
Levi cleared his throat, glancing at the line behind you. He didn’t have time to make up a lie, so he was honest, unfortunately.
“Yes. I have some free time around six this evening.”
“That’s perfect. I appreciate you,” you turned on your heels, heading towards the doors.
-
6 P.M came on all too quickly. Levi hadn’t really had time to mentally and spiritually prepare for this. He knew that if you came on to him, the temptation would be all too much, and he would fold in the matter of moments. However, he was surprised when came to his office, dressed in the same dress, but you had a cardigan on, covering your body. Was he really over thinking all this? Was it possible that you wanted to see him because you were actually struggling, and it wasn’t some ploy to get into his pants.
“Y/N, take a seat.”
You nodded, pulling your dress out from under you, sitting across the table from Levi. His gaze was so intense, even when he was resting. He was beyond intimidating, and that made him ten times more attractive. You crossed your legs, letting the cardigan fall open. His eyes immediately gravitating to your breasts, like a kid in a candy shop. He quickly shook his head, and cleared his throat, as if he’d caught wind of what he was doing.
“How can I help you today, Y\N?” He wanted to get this done as quickly as possible.
“Well, father…” you gripped the edge of your chair, picking at the loose string, “I’ve been having thoughts that I can’t control,” you sighed.
If only you knew.
“We all suffer from those from time to time, I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me. I know how isolated they can make you feel.” If anyone ever knew the thoughts that ran through his head, he’d surely be excommunicated.
“Do you ever have thoughts like that, Father?”
“We all do,” he nodded, folding his hands in his lap.
You shook your head, “I know we all do, but even you? I couldn’t imagine that.”
He let out a laugh, the sound shocked both you and him.
“Yes, I do. It’s human nature,” his gaze moved down your body, “Tell me, Y/N, have you acted on these feelings and thoughts?”
Your face immediately lit up in a rosy hue. It was almost like he was reading your mind, waiting for you to slip up and admit that these thoughts were of him. He must’ve been able to see your answer written all over your face.
“Do you need to confess?”
“Yes, father. I do. I feel like if I don’t, these will eat away at me. Shall I get on my knees?”
His eyes darkened more than they already were, dialing up his intimidation factor up to a ten, you didn’t know he could get scarier, and sexier.
“I think you should.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This shouldn’t be happening.
You didn’t expect him to agree, but when he did, your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your mouth. You nodded, acting as if this was nonchalant, this was totally normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He watched as you moved around the room, kneeling in front of his desk, waiting for him to join you on the other side. He waited a moment, looking like he was contemplating something, but decided against whatever it was he was battling with. He stood up slowly, commanding authority with every graceful motion.
“Confess, Y/N.”
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
His hand had found its way under your chin, tilting your head up for him to be able to look down at you. Your eyes widened when they met his. You’d never seen such a lust filled gaze, his eyes had darkened so much that you weren’t sure whether he wanted to kill you or fuck you. Your thighs clenched, as if you were trying to keep the wetness that had coated your underwear a secret.
“Tell me of your sins,” his voice not giving away as much as you’d hoped.
“I’ve been having impure thoughts about my priest… I’ve been praying to god, reading my Bible. I’ve done everything I’m supposed to, but,” the words were caught in your mouth, trapped in the dryness of your throat.
“But? You mustn’t lie to me, Y/N. If you want to repent, I need to hear it from your mouth.” His tone had changed, he wasn’t so calm anymore, he spoke as if he was hanging onto your every word, and for each minute you didn’t fess up, he’d grow more impatient.
“But.. they don’t go away, they’re the worst at night when I’m trying to sleep. I don’t have any distractions when I’m all alone in bed, Father.”
“And what do you do when those thoughts consume you? How do you rid yourself of them,” he spoke as if he knew the pain.
“I, uhm,” you squirm in place, feeling a familiar ache start to appear, “I touch myself, father..” you could barely get the words out, how embarrassing was it that you had to confess this to the man you fantasized about.
A shaky breath left Levi’s mouth. You’d began to wonder when was the last time he was touched by anyone, when he became a priest did he cut off sex cold Turkey. Surely priest got some, right?
“Father,” you paused for a moment, gauging how he reacted to your voice.
He moved his eyes from where they had been planted, right atop your breasts. When he met your eyes once again, there was no shame that he’d been gawking down your dress as your chest moved up and down.
“Yes?” He stepped forward, your eyes now level with the bulge that had been growing in his pants.
“I don’t mean to step out of line, but when was the last time you were touched..?”
The question caught him off guard, the last time he was touched by something other than himself, he couldn’t recall. It was as if that memory was removed to make room for the unclean thoughts of you. He wanted to hold out, prove to himself that he didn't need you, that this test was passable, but the way you looked up at him through your lashes, so innocent, yet so alluring, was impossible to refuse.
“It’s been a long time,” he answered, truthfully.
Your bottom lip tucked behind your teeth for a moment as you weighed out your options. You could remove yourself from this situation, and pretend that it never happened. You could be the good Catholic girl your parents raised you to be, or you could unzip his pants and do what you’ve been dreaming of doing.
“Why do you ask?” His fingers brushed over your cheek, you knew by the warmth that you were blushing, “are you going to touch me?”
He wasn’t asking a question. He was challenging you. Were you going to be the one that crossed the line first? Were you ready to live with the consequences of your actions?
“I-,”
“If you can’t answer that, then tell me, do you want to touch me? Is that what you think about when your underwear are flung across the floor, and your legs are spread, your hand desperately trying to emulate what it’s like for me to fuck you?”
Holy fuck. Did those words just come out of his mouth? It was like he had no control over his thoughts or words anymore, you’d snuck in like a poison, rotting away at his morality, his will power.
You nodded, wordlessly, too nervous to actually let the words come from your mouth. As if saying them would make this more real than it already was.
“Use your words,” his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
“I.. I think of touching you while I touch myself, father.”
Levi swore that in that moment he was ready to throw his life away, just for one night with you. He’d give up the priesthood, he’d admit that his morals were lacking. He’d ruin any chance he had of staying with the church.
Wordlessly, levi reached down, unzipping his pants. The sounds of the teeth coming undone, just before the button that was keeping you two apart popped open. You could see the outline in his boxers, it was bigger than you’d imagined. Those black pants did a good job at concealing what he had been hiding all this time.
You didn’t want to seem too eager, but your mouth was practically watering with anticipation. You kept your eyes on him as you pushed down the waistband of his pants, and then catching his boxers with your fingers, taking them down with you.
He didn’t show any sign of discomfort, or inclination that he wanted you to stop, so you didn’t. Your stomach felt like it was going to burst into a million butterflies. You couldn’t believe how excited this made you, even though he was your priest, and this was wrong on quite literally every level.
His cock was finally free from its prison, and he was ready to be reminded of what heaven felt like. The ache that he'd almost forgotten was now raging full force, he felt it like little knives pressing into every centimeter of his body.
You inched your way closer, your fingers wrapping around him just before taking the tip into your mouth. You were rewarded with an audible sigh of relief, like he’d been waiting on this since the day you two met. Your tongue finally made its first move, swirling around the tip for a moment before working more of him into your mouth, and with every inch that disappeared down your throat, you earned a new sound.
“Fuck,” the word came out like a hiss from behind his teeth.
You were ready to give everything up for this man, just to hear him make these noises whenever you pleased. You wanted to make him sound like your own personal Levi playlist.
Greedy as were, you craved more. Your head pushing down as far as you could, letting your hands fall to your lap. His cock was as far down your throat as you could manage, an unintentional gag coming from the way his hips moved. His fingers had found their way into your hair, pushing your head down so he could use your throat as his very own toy.
You swore you felt yourself melting into a puddle, your underwear were soaked beyond anything you’ve ever felt, and he’d barely touched you. You were the one doing all the touching. You hadn’t even realized that tears had started to fall from your eyes, it wasn’t until he wiped them away, pulling your head back.
You looked up at him, mouth still open, strings of drool still connecting your lips to his cock. You didn’t know when he’d done this, but he’d gotten water in his mouth. He’d began bending down, getting better aim as he cleanly spit the water in your mouth. Your eyes widened, the only water in the room was the holy water he’d had sitting on his desk when you walked in.
A slow, devious smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He knew you’d come to the realization all on your own. You tilted your head back, sliding your tongue out of your mouth, silently asking for more. The smirk had now morphed into a grin. His fingers gripped your chin after he’d taken another swig, letting it trickle into your mouth. You knew it was just water, but you’d never tasted anything sweeter.
“Stand,” he commanded after you’d swallowed the water, little drops of it sliding down the front of your neck, in between your breasts.
He was so demanding, but in a way that still made you feel like you had some control, and you were free to exercise it whenever you wanted, and because of that, you were obedient. You listened to his commands, like a love struck puppy.
The straps of your dress had started to fall as you stood up, his eyes immediately gravitating to the bare skin on your shoulder, without hesitation, levi grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, his lips pressing soft kisses over your bare shoulder, making a warm path to your breast. You were just as soft as he’d hoped for, his fingers hooking into the top of your dress, sliding the fabric down to expose your hard nippled breasts.
“Father. Do you think of my body when you’re alone?” You knew the answer by the way his body reacted to yours, but you wanted to hear him say it.
He let out a humorless laugh, “think about it?” He shook his head, as if you’d said something so far off that it was laughable.
“I don’t just think about it,” his nose was brushing over the crook of your neck, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, “I think about how beautifully vulnerable you are to me. I think about the way you’d clench around my cock, the way your legs would shake,” he was speaking to excite you, but he found himself getting excited instead.
“Do you want to cum tonight?” He whispered in your ear, he had to find his control again, he couldn’t let you see the grip you had on him.
“Yes, Father Levi, please.”
“You will do as you're told, and I’ll reward you.” It didn’t matter what you did, he’d make you cum regardless, just to watch you beneath him.
“Go to my desk, grab the rosary out of the top drawer, and bend over, hands behind your back,” he took a step back, causing you to lose your breath a little, he was like oxygen to you.
Without a second thought, you did as you were told. You could feel just how wet you were with every step. His rosary was right here he said it would be. You set it beside you on the desk, before bending over, hands behind your back.
The way you were now positioned, you could no longer see Levi, but you could hear him moving, making the anticipation palpable in the air. You heard the sound of mental hitting the floor, he must’ve fully taken off his pants, his footsteps getting louder the closer he got. You let out a shaky breath, the inside of your thighs were already starting the quiver. How was it possible that he wasn’t even beside you, and yet you were already falling to pieces?
The feeling of his hand sliding between your legs caught you off guard, causing you to jolt forward against the desk. A little chuckle bubbled up from Levi’s chest, “already so jumpy.”
“Lets see, Y/N. How needy are you for me?”
His fingers traveled the length of your thigh, inching closer to your underwear. He was about to see what he truly did to you, your face burning, ashamed of your desires, and how your body betrayed you so. His fingertips moved over the saturated fabric, a breath getting caught in his throat. Was this what he’d been missing out on? He cursed the universe for keeping you away from him for this long.
“Oh, how your sweetest nectar has been waiting for me,” he mumbled, wrapping his fingers around the center of your underwear, and with a swift yank, the fabric was ripped from your body, tattered pieces falling to the floor.
You gasped, glad that you were bent over the desk, or else your legs would’ve given out. You could feel the cold chill of the air on your exposed lower half, your legs instinctively closing. You weren’t embarrassed that he saw you like this, you just felt so vulnerable, so utterly exposed to him. His hands moved along the back of your clenched thighs, trying to soothe you into relaxing.
“I can’t do anything if you’re this tense,” his lips were now pressing along your spine, his hands had found their way to your ass.
You swallowed hard, willing yourself to unclench, allowing his hands to move about your body freely. You’d hoped that he would touch you soon, the once dull ache was now starting to find its way into your womb, your body was practically begging to feel him, and you were just about to verbalize this ache when his hand had snaked its way between your legs once more.
“When you’re about to cum, I want you to say three hail marys,” he mentioned just before his fingers found their way between your folds.
“Fuck,” you cried out as his index and middle finger slipped passed your soaked barrier, “Yes Father.”
At first it was slow, as if he was getting familiar with a new territory, finding a place to settle, and with ease he found it. Your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. Your finger had never felt this good, it was as if he knew your body better than you did, as if it was built by him, for him. The pace quickened, and the sound of your wetness filled the room, droplets of it leaving little paths down your thighs. His free hand had slipped up the back of your nape, gripping a handful of your hair, yanking your head up. He wanted to be able to hear you talk when you were getting close.
Your hips bucked the faster his finger moved, pulsing rapidly between your legs. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying out, moaning. He had complete control over your body, and you were happy to give away your power if this was the outcome. You felt your stomach start to tense, it was something similar to what you’d been used to, but it was so much stronger, it was almost a pain, a delicious pain.
“O my Mother, preserve me this night from mortal sin,” you rushed the words out, fearing if you didn’t get them out, he wouldn’t let you finish.
Mortal sin. If there was any form of blasphemy happening at this moment, it was that. It was almost like a taunt to the heavenly father himself, begging to be forgiven from sin, while enjoying the most sinful activities.
“O my Mother, preserve me this night from mortal sin!” you cried out again, the words starting to become jumbled, you weren’t sure you could say it one more time, you were too close, and he had to have felt that.
“One more time for me, my pretty girl. Let me hear it,” it was just the last push of encouragement you needed.
“O MY MOTHER, PRESERVE ME THIS NIGHT FROM MOR-”
That was it, you couldn’t get another word out as Levi finger fucked you in a way that no toy, or hand ever could. It was like he was trying to reach your soul and pull it out of you, he wanted you ruined beyond repair. He wanted you to be his and only his, and this was his way of doing it. No God could ever fulfill you like he did.
Your body collapsed onto the desk as he let go of your hair, the orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, destroying any piece of morality you had left in you. He gave you a break that was long enough for him to get his rosary, and wrap it carefully around your wrists behind your back, his nails running down your arms, a shiver climbing up your spine.
“Are you ready?” He asked, his hands gripping the remainder of your dress, pulling it down your legs, letting it pool at your feet.
“Yes, Father. I am ready,” you whispered with what strength you had left.
You could hear him getting situated behind you, the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of your pussy, your legs almost immediately beginning to shake again, every inch stretching you further, your body trying desperately to accommodate his size. After what felt like forever, he was finally all the way in, and you stayed completely still, letting the mix of pain and pleasure turn into ecstasy.
As much as he wanted to tear you apart, to take out every hour, minute and second of frustration he had on you. He wanted you to feel the agony you put him through every Sunday, but he wouldn’t, not just yet. He’d let you get adjusted, he wanted to feel you, he wanted to watch himself disappear deep inside of you.
He began the slowest of motions, thrusting into you, and almost pulling completely out, only to thrust all the back in again. Each advance elicited the most exquisite noises Levi had ever heard. He’d play your moans on a loop in his head, you were going to be the demise of him, and you hadn’t the slightest idea.
“Faster, please,” you begged, your fingernails digging into your palm, creating crescent moons into your flesh.
He obliged, his hips connecting with your ass each time he moved. He found a fast, but punishingly deep rhythm, shoving your body into the desk, you were sure you’d have bruises of his hand prints on your hips in the morning. You could barely keep your toes on the ground, each pound impaling you.
“Oh my god,” you wept from the pleasure.
With painfully quick hands, Levi had a gather your air, yanking your head up.
“I am your god,” he whispered in your ear, “praise my name.”
“Levi!” You called out his name like a heavenly prayer.
He pressed your face back into the desk, now in search of his high. This was the closest to heaven he’d ever be, because hell was the only place that he’d go after this. His pounds were anything but gentle now, they were a race to the finish. The desk rattled beneath you, from the sheer force of his actions.
Your eyes were rolling back, your legs shaking more than they had previously. He was fucking hard enough to take the sound from your mouth, your jaw hung open, as you panted. He needed you to come undone beneath him, he wanted to watch his pretty picture turn into a masterpiece.
“C-cum,” you couldn’t even find the air to tell him you were about to cum again.
“Cum for me, show me your devotion,” he demanded.
That was it for you, he wasn’t just fucking you anymore, this was anger, this was desperation. This was his way of punishing you for making him wait this long. Your fingers curled around the cross that had been dangling between your hands, gripping onto it as you lost yourself to the pleasure.
He could feel your walls tighten around him. Your pussy was the truest form of a temple, and he’d happily get on his knees to worship it nightly, daily, hourly. He found his God in your body. It wasn’t but a minute longer after you’d reached your second orgasm that he found his own. This was a climax years in the making, and he wasn’t letting it go to waste. He filled you to the brim, finally releasing every unreleased load, every fiber of tension. He was free of the chains that had locked him away.
-
It had been a few days since he’d seen you in his office, and he thought that once he had you, he’d be able to move on. He’d try to get back to a normal life. He’d had a taste, he’d dipped his toe in the pool of sin, but it was worse. Now that he knew the power you two held together, he craved you with every aching inch of his soul. You had your hooks in him.
Sitting in confession with only his thoughts had to be a form of punishment, a consequence to his actions. This was God's way of playing a sick joke. It had to be.
After an hour of playing that night in his head over and over, someone finally entered into the other side. A nice break from the pornograpic movie he had on loop.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…”