#anyways enjoy ur once in a blue moon smut post bc who knows when i'll be in the mood to write one again

[uncannydevotion]

hiii i cant get sully out of my head rn so here's a lil nsfw thought that's been bouncing in my head for a bit.

warnings: mdni, pure smut under the cut, not proofread i think if i read this back i'd cry, gn!reader, penetrative sex, sex in a church, blasphemy, use of angel as a pet name, slight religious kink, public sex, light choking kink, slight corruption kink, everything is consensual, im literally so down bad for sully it's not even funny.

guys… guys… imagine sully fucking you in a church like… you live in this dingy small town where the church is the entire community, and he's just some guy from out of town that caught your attention.

you didn't think your short interactions would lead to you bent over the altar of the church you'd sometimes volunteer at, your shirt bunched up and your pants pooled on the floor.

he's got a hand resting lazily on your throat, forcing your head back enough that your gaze was focused on the crucified statue of jesus nailed up to the wall.

the cold wood of the altar dug into your skin with each thrust into your sex, and your nails dragged across the material in a desperate attempt to cling to something.

this is so wrong, being fucked like this in a place of worship.

but that only seemed to turn you on, and sully seemed deeply into it as well, judging from the way he was taking his time fucking into you.

his thrusts were slow, and lazy. like you two weren't at risk of getting caught by the church's priest, or a volunteer. you should consider yourself lucky that there weren't any events planned today, really.

the only sounds that could be heard in the church were your muffled moans as you bit down on your lip to keep from being too loud, and sully's heavy breaths as he holds himself back from fucking you stupid.

and when he thrusts into you, fucking into a particularly sweet spot, your hand was scrambling to your mouth as you bit down on your skin, tears pricking your vision as you choke on a moan.

the sounds you made were like music to his ears, and he wanted to see just how desperate and needy he could get you before finishing. ah, another time, perhaps.

because right now, the only thing he wanted to do was feel you clench around him when you finally came.

his forehead rests against the back of your shoulder, fingers on your neck tightening just a bit that it had you gasping, and he relished in the way you pressed into him, desperate for him to take you deeper and deeper.

"fuck…"

his breath is warm against you, and his fingers dug into your skin like you'd disappear if he let go for even a second.

"it's like you were made for me, angel," he mumbles, slowly pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in, savoring the way you clench around him, the way your body jerks from the movement.

you can't even muster up a response, every little movement from him had your breath hitching, threatening to send you over the edge. but it wasn't enough, and you wanted to cum so badly that his slow pace was starting to frustrate you.

it felt like an eternity before sully decided to finally fuck you like he meant it, his pace picking up as each thrust pressed you further and further against the altar. unlit candles fell off with quiet thuds, and the tears in your eyes began to fall freely as he kept your gaze focused on the religious statue.

"please-"

whatever you had tried saying was immediately forgotten as his hand dropped from your neck to instead play with your sex, the added stimulation causing your mind to fog as your eyes fluttered shut.

your head fell forward, resting against the wooden altar. you could feel the knot in you getting tighter, and tighter. you were getting close, and you knew sully was too judging from the way his heavy breaths turned into quiet groans.

"sully," you manage to say, biting back a moan, "sully, i'm close,"

"i know, angel," he breathes, pressing feather light kisses against your shoulder in time with his thrust, "me too."

and sully makes sure you both cum at the same time, his voice coming out a bit strained when he asks, "in or out?" before pulling out the moment you tell him to, streaks of white painting the skin of your back.

you barely register the feeling as you're lost in your own high, clenching around nothing as your orgasm hits you like a train. you were coherent enough to bite down lip to keep from making any sound.

and once you've both calmed down and cleaned up, you had assumed that would be the end of it. a quick fuck, and then you'd go your separate ways.

but sully surprises you when he meets you just outside the church the next day while you're volunteering, acting as if he hadn't fucked you until you saw stars on the altar the day before when he asks if you wanna get dinner with him.

…you said yes, obviously.