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🛁 for the emoji prompts please 🙏 😏

Getting dirty with Father Paul while you're supposed to be getting clean. Written for the NSFT emoji

Hope it's not too bad :) The ending is something of a teaser for a Christmas smut fic I'll be writing, for which you can thank @aherdofbees, who inspired me... Also, keep watching her tumblr, because an illustration which will go with the story maaay just appear there uwu @vintageglassheart02 and @aherdofbees I love u

NSFT /18+ GET LOST CHILDREN

🛁 - Shower/Bath sex

Shared baths and showers were a regular thing between Father Paul and yourself, and one of many activities you both deeply enjoyed. You loved the feeling of hot water cascading down your bodies as you stood below the shower head. Father Paul let you wash his hair, your digits scratching and massaging his scalp in slow motions, making the priest hum contently, and steal a kiss every chance he got. You washed each other’s backs, fingers working to loosen any kinks or knots that may have formed in your muscles during the day.

When Paul spent the night in your house, you’d often indulge in taking a bath which always lasted at least an hour. You even watched a film there once, thanks to a very handy bathtub shelf which provided a sloping stand perfect for a book or, in this case, a tablet, as well as room for two wine glasses to be safely stood there, while the priest’s body leaned against your own. Your head would be braced on a bath pillow, his own on your shoulder. You massaged his shoulders and spread the warm soapy water over his chest and stomach, while his hands drew circles over your thighs and knees.

While your showers and baths were always filled with tenderness, all love-filled touches, and soft damp kisses, every now and then the mood changed.

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You were making a Christmas wreath to hang upon your door when Father Paul arrived. You grinned when you heard him stomp his feet outside of the front door to get the snow off his boots, before he actually came inside. You carried on with your little arts and crafts project, listening to your lover then taking the boots off, and disposing of his big warm parka on a hanger. You only turned around once you heard his footsteps approaching.

You hid your smile behind your palm, mindful not to get any tree sap on your face in the process - the priest looked adorable. His hair was ruffled from the wind, cheeks rosy like two little apples and Paul’s lovely, usually pinkish lips had taken on a purple hue. “W-what’s so f-funny?” he asked with a teasing smile, his teeth still chattering a little. You let your hand fall, revealing your now even wider grin: “You look like you were just passionately snogging a snowman, love.” Paul’s lips thinned in mock-anger. “I’ll show you snogging a snowman,” was all he said before you were pulled close and cold lips crushed against your own.

You shivered when his cold hands gripped your hips, but had to stifle a giggle soon, because you felt like you were kissing an ice lolly. Father Paul pulled away from your mouth to give you an unreadable look and then proceeded to swiftly move his hands up and under your shirt and press them against your bare ribs. You gave a high pitched squeal and jumped, slapping at his hands and trying to shove them away: “You utter tit!” He had the audacity to actually giggle and try to put his ice cold hands on you again.

You play-wrestled for a while, laughing until you ran out of breath, before he finally took a step back and raised his hands up: “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t resist.” You tried to give him a playful pout, but the corners of your lips were turning up anyway. “I’ll take a shower, and, uh, defrost a bit,” Paul said, still chuckling lightly and slowly walking backwards. Before he could reach the hallway however, he stopped with a look that was (unlike his hands) very much warm: “you could join me, if you’d like.” “I’ll just finish up here,” you immediately replied, “I’ll be five minutes.”

It had started as all of your showers, you announced your presence by knocking on the bathroom door and entered the room. Paul stood in the shower, his shape slightly blurred by the condensation on the shower’s glass wall, and he seemed to be merely enjoying the warm water running down his body. You undressed wordlessly and were soon opening the door to join him under the ray. The priest smiled at you, his colour much better than five minutes ago, and opened his arms.

You stepped forward carefully at first, but soon embraced him, once you felt his skin was now delightfully warm. For a while you just stood there, kissing wetly, until Father Paul grabbed your hips gently and spun you around. You giggled when he pressed his chest against your back and began delivering more kisses on the nape of your neck. Soon after two soapy hands began spreading the soap suds over your neck and back. Arms, hands and fingers then. Those wonderful hands then moved up once more to touch your collarbone before descending onto your chest.

The priest took a hold of your breasts and started massaging them, fingers grazing your nipples every now and then, making you hum and turn your head towards him, a silent invitation to claim your mouth once more. You felt long digits on your ribs, your belly, coming down to grab your hips again. And there it was - the mood changed.

So very slowly, Paul’s right hand slid down, his touch delicate like a flutter of a butterfly’s wings, fingers softly gliding over your mound. “Mm… May I?” he asked ever so sweetly against your lips. You opened your eyes to observe his own, almost black with desire, and with a smile you put your hand over his own to guide it lower. Two fingers slided down between your folds and you shivered involuntarily. Father Paul began fondling your most sensitive area and your head fell upon his shoulder, a sigh leaving your mouth as you leaned against the tall body behind you.

Soon the priest’s fingers entered you and you bucked your hips, chasing more friction. His hard cock poked into your backside and Paul let out a shuddered breath. His fingers left your body and he turned you around once more before kissing you senselessly. He blindly reached for the shower head and turned it so that the spray was directed at one of the walls of the shower, all the while pushing his tongue alongside your own in a sweet dance. He turned the shower head away once more and backed you up against the wall, making you smile against his bruising mouth.

It was such a ‘Paul thing’ , warming the cold tiles up with water before pressing your back against them, ever so mindful of your comfort. The hand came back between your legs and fingers returned to slowly pumping in and out of you, quickly finding that perfect spot within and bumping against it with purpose. A thumb flicked your clit and the priest’s lips descended to bite softly at your breast. You released soft gasps and sighs of pleasure, praising your sweetheart lovingly and gently twisting your fingers in his wet hair.

He brought you slowly to your peak and your legs threaten to give out when you tug on his hair in ecstasy. He held you, sure and steady, and pressed you further into the wall. Strong hands gripped the back of your thighs and you were suddenly lifted up. Curling your legs around his torso, Father Paul lowered you onto his hard shaft, and your moan echoed among the drops of hot water.

He gave you a few moments to adjust to his girth, your walls fluttering around the fleshy intruder. Paul’s fingers dug into the skin of your thighs and arse, sure to leave bruises, and his mouth left sloppy kisses on your neck. He moved then, giving a hard thrust and making your back drag along the tiled wall. You hung on for dear life as he began pounding into you, kissing everywhere he could reach and producing small pleasured sounds. You tried to move your hips in time with his thrusting and soon you found a rhythm that let you slowly climb towards your high once more.

He captured your lips again, muffling his moans and yours, as his hips sped up their movement. Then, as in slow motion, you felt him shift in an erratic manner and your mouths separate. One of his hands left your bum and hurriedly flew over to the adjoining wall, and there was a wild look in his eyes. You looked down through half lidded eyes, still holding onto his shoulders, and saw that one of his feet was much farther away from the other than it originally was, nearly at the corner of the shower, and it looked rather unstable.

“What happened?” you asked between your laboured breathing. “I slipped,” said Paul sheepishly, his hand still bracing itself against the wall, trying to keep both of you from falling down onto the shower floor. You couldn’t help but start giggling softly at the situation. The priest was sheathed within you completely, his member giving a throb every now and then, and his body was stuck in an utterly awkward position, holding himself and you up with all the strength he could muster. After a few seconds, he began giggling as well.

“Wait, let me-” you said softly and lowered the leg he wasn’t holding back on the ground, finding your footing. Letting his shaft slip out of you, you braced the priest until he could safely return to both of his feet. “I think it’ll be safer like this,” you whispered into his ear and kissed him on the mouth shortly before turning around, putting your hands against the wall and bending over slightly.

Father Paul immediately got behind you and grabbed your hips, guiding you to lift your arse a little. Then, in one fluent steady move, he was buried inside your heat once, making you drop your head back in relief. His arms wrapped around your torso and lips pressed against the junction between your neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the soft skin there. He resumes thrusting into you in the same rhythm you set before your near accident and soon you feel the heavy coil setting within your stomach.

You pressed your hands hard against the wall, desperate for something to grab onto as Paul’s precise thrusting against your sweet spot began overwhelming you, so you let one hand drop down and take a hold on Paul’s own, intertwining your fingers and squeezing hard. The priest returned your hold and his other hand went to tease at your nub once more. “(F-F/N),” he groaned into your ear, “k-kiss me.” You turned your head as much as you could, latching onto Paul’s mouth and sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling on it gently.

You could feel him twitch within you and knew he was close. Paul was breathing hard through his nose, releasing low whimpers against your mouth, hips beginning to snap faster, occasionally breaking the rhythm. His fingers on your clit started rubbing harder, quicker and soon you were as close as he, reduced to a whimpering mess under the priest’s attention.

“H-hold on…” he stammered out and suddenly stopped moving entirely, causing you to release a needy, unhappy whine, desperate to reach your release. Father Paul had no intention to let you suffer though, stopping only to take a hold of your leg right below your knee and lift it up, pushing his chest against your back and penetrating you as deep as he could. He resumed his fast movements, hand stroking between your legs at a furious pace now while his hips pumped into you. The new angle made you see stars and you managed to hook one of your arms around his neck for leverage.

“I’m so close, Paul,” you breathed, eyes fluttering open and closed. You were becoming light headed from pleasure, the burning within your core nearly painful now. “Good,” he replied, pressing a short, messy kiss against your open mouth, “g-good, because I’m about to come inside you in thirty se-seconds.” You let out a shaky giggle, which turned into an obscene moan as you found yourself on the very brink: “Let’s make it fifteen,” you managed to get out as you let go, your back arching in a way that would be quite painful were you not being crushed by a tsunami of endorphins, your legs trembling so hard it was a small wonder you were still standing, on one foot no less.

Paul ended up following you no more than ten seconds later, your walls squeezing him tightly and the sight of you so incredibly erotic. He moaned loudly into your skin and fucked into your hole hard, riding out his orgasm. You felt hotness spreading inside you and let your head fall against the priest’s shoulder, post-coital bliss making your eyes heavy and mind empty and quiet. A few short thrusts and soft groans later, Father Paul stilled in his movements, the hand that was previously rubbing at your swollen bud coming to wrap around your waist, the other one carefully lowering your leg back onto the ground.

He held you close, unsure whether you’re fit to stand on your own just yet and you were rather grateful for that. Your legs felt like jelly and Paul was just so comfortable to lean against. The priest’s fingers wrote invisible words across your skin as his softening member slid out of you. "Not that I'm complaining," you said lazily after a minute or two, "but we're not really saving much water, are we?" Paul chuckled and pressed a sweet peck upon your smiling mouth. "Yeah," he admitted, "better get on with it. Are you alright, can you stand?"

The rest of the shower was filled with slow tenderness, soft hands sliding across skin and through hair, digits covered in water wrinkles. Later, as you sat in a fluffy bathrobe on the edge of your tub, towelling drops of water out of your hair, Paul would watch you, eyes warm and loving. "Paul," you said, and it was then he realised you probably had been talking to him and he didn't hear a single word. "Huh?" He asked eloquently. There was a knowing mischievous look in your eyes and a grin playing on your lips: "I asked whether you gave the Christmas tree any thought already."

Hello, hope you enjoyed reading! I originally had a multiple orgasms idea, but it just didn't work for me, so I'll perhaps use it in some future fics.

As always, you can find this story and all of my other stories on AO3. I gobble feedback up like Christmas cookies <3

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