pt2 Forgive Me, Father- Remus Lupin x Reader Smut (Priest Remus)
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part 2!
You shut the curtain as you sat in the wooden booth you had grown accustomed to. Your arousal pooled between your thighs at the thought of what was to come. “Forgive me, Father Lupin for I have sinned,” your voice was low and breathless. You could not wait for him to rip down the divider and have his way with you.
“Y/n,” he said firmly, trying to sound frustrated but his temptation betrayed him, “I told you not to come to see me here, we had plans for later, it’s not safe for you to come here.”
“But I could not wait, Father, I need you now, please, don’t let me suffer,” you begged.
“But, Y/n, if someone finds out-” you had cut him off.
“They won’t.”
“This is wrong.”
“So punish me then, punish me for my sins,” you said in a quiet sultry tone.
“Jesus Christ,” he tore down the divider that separated the two of you. You shot him a salacious smile.
“Hello Father,” you squeezed your thighs together in need of friction and let out a gentle whimper, loving the sight of him in his clerical collar. The sight of you flushed and needy was more than enough to abandon every vow he had ever taken in the House of God.
“God, you don’t know what I want to do to you,” he growled under his breath as he studied every inch of you, his eyes glimmering with pure unadulterated lust, his mind filled with thoughts so sinful he should have caught on fire in that very moment.
“Why don’t you show me then,” you began undressing yourself to lead him into temptation. His eyes flickered from one part of your luscious skin to the next. You sat before him completely nude against the cold wooden bench and watched as he grew to fight the constraints of his trousers.
“Hands and knees,” he barked.
“What?” you were taken aback by this side of him.
“You heard me. Hands and knees.”
“Yes, Father,” you fell to your hands and knees, pressing your plump arse up toward him to put your slick folds on display.
“Oh, darling, you are soaked, I guess you really couldn’t wait until later, hm?” he teased.
“Please don’t tease me, Remus, I need you so badly.”
“What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry, Father.” Your apology would not suffice as Father Lupin’s cold heavy hand met the soft supple skin of your arse with a loud smack that echoed through the booth. You let out a cry. His handprint stung on your skin and quickly turned bright red.
“How do you address me?” He coached.
“Father,” you blurted in an instant having learned your lesson.
“Good girl,” he praised. You waited impatiently on your hands and knees as the cold porcelain tile began to warm beneath you. Father Lupin undid his trousers and pumped himself as he stared at you positioned perfectly before him. He was so unbelievably hard, his tip dripping. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled to himself before gripping your cheeks to split them apart, giving himself a clear view to watch himself ruin you. He pressed his slick swollen tip against your cunt. You whined and squirmed yourself around him to try and press him onto yourself. He pulled himself back to tease you and watched as your hips kept chasing after his cock. You let out desperate whines in protest, luring him to press himself into you as he was slowly swallowed by your warmth.
“Oh, Father!” You cried out as your walls grasped his cock. “You feel so good,” your walls fluttered around his twitching cock. Father Lupin could not tear his eyes away from the sight of himself fucking in and out of your tight cunt.
“Such a good girl,” he praised and began to increase the pace and force of his thrusts. The sound of his skin smacking against yours fought to be heard against your breathless moaning. “God, and such a perfect pussy, you take me so well,” he growls, resisting the urge to let his head fall back and tear his eyes away from you. His grip on you tightened, he kept you firmly in place as he drove himself in and out of you mercilessly. Your walls spasmed around his cock as he stuffed you each and every time.
“S-So good,” you cried out drunkenly, intoxicated by the way he fucked you like the dirty whore you are. He slid one hand off of your arse and up your spine making you shudder before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it back, forcing your head and neck to extend towards him.
“Look at me,” he ordered. He pulled your hair to tilt your head as far back as possible. You choked out moans looking back at him. “Open your mouth.” You did as told, letting your mouth fall open. “Such a filthy slut, couldn’t even wait for me at home,” he growled before spitting into your mouth. You stared up at him wide-eyed, entranced by his dominance as you felt your orgasm build in your core.
“S-So close,” you whimpered.
“You will cum when I tell you to,” he growled and continued to pound in and out of you at a relentless pace.
“Yes, Father,” you cried out as your back arched to fit him deep inside yourself. He gripped your hair painfully tight and snaked his free hand off your side to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Oh god yes!” Your arms fail you letting you fall forward, luckily Father Lupin’s grasp on your hair was enough to keep you upright. “Oh, please Father, I cannot hold it much longer,” you pleaded.
“Cum for me, Y/n,” he commanded.
“Oh, Father Lupin!” your cunt spasmed around his cock as you dissolved into pleasure, your vision fading to black as he continued to assault your pussy. Your moans were muffled and incoherent as you fell limp.
“Where should I cum?” he grunted.
“My cunt, Father,” you whined hazily.
“Fuck,” he growled as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you. He laid you both gently on the cold floor and caressed your side as the two of you did your best to catch your breath. “You know you really shouldn’t come here, Y/n, it’s best if you just wait for me when I go home.”
“I don’t get the same reaction out of you when we do it at home,” you blushed.
“Get dressed, I’ll leave early so we can go spend the night together,” he smiled as he sat up.“Yes, Father,” you grinned cheekily.
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