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Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: priest!minhyuk, priest kink, fingering, spanking, oral (both receiving) unprotected sex, anal, cum eating, creampie

Rating: R

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N only knew of one Priest who would help her get rid of her sins on such short notice.

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The beautiful home sat tall and strong, almost beckoning anyone to come forth if they dared. Now wasn’t the time to run from this place. She had to go in and confess her sins to the man just beyond the door. She had done far too much over the past week alone, which caused worry that not even the Lord himself would forgive her.

The walk up the driveway seemed to stretch forever, but in reality, it was no more than ten seconds before she found herself in front of the handsome, double wooden doors. Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. Should she retreat into the inviting shadows, allow her wrongdoings to entirely consume her, and leave her wavering on the edge? The question danced in her mind, tugging at her resolve’s ratty fabric. While a part of her trembled at the thought of such brutal honesty, she shook her head, dismissing the cowardly thoughts.

No. It was not an option. Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, she fixed her gaze on the towering wooden doors. She must step into the heart of her redemption, bear her soul to the heat of judgment, and plead to be bathed in the balm of divine forgiveness.

She had to go in and ask to be forgiven.

She couldn’t stand another sleepless night. So she moved forward, opening the beautiful wooden door. The home was silent and empty beside a male who sat on the couch in the middle of his living room. His attention didn’t falter when the door opened. Instead, he continued with his reading.

“Excuse me?” She cleared her throat, attempting to catch his attention. Beautiful brown eyes caught hers with ease. She swore her heart skipped a bit. She’s heard so many stories about this place. This home, his home. How can he save even the person who was practically drowning in sin?

But her mind raced down a dark path. It was far too fast for her to stop it. She couldn’t allow it to go anymore.

“May I help you, miss?” Concern creased his brow as he gestured for her to enter. Her feet seemed to move on their own, maintaining a slow and hesitant pace. As she approached him, she couldn’t help but marvel at the house’s elegance. The decorated windows refracting a rainbow of hues, the high, vaulted ceilings, and the countless rows of framed pictures, each one recounting its own tale, dominated the grand space. She nearly swallowed her gasp, absorbed by the array of memories etched in each frame. “Miss?”

“I—I apologize,” she mumbled, her eyes downcast, unable to meet his sharp gaze. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs, a sign of her escalating emotions. Through a trembling internal haze, she noted just how close he had got to her — close enough for her to be swept up in his aura and to sense, with startling vividness, every line etched on his face. “It was my hope,” she continued, her voice barely a whisper, thick with remorse, “that I could seek refuge here, that perhaps my sins might be forgiven.”

He gave her a soft smile as he closed his book. His eyes were so brown and pure compared to her own. Hers screamed how corrupt she was. How deep into sin she allowed herself to fall. She found herself in a disgusting pit, surrounded by sin. She wasn’t sure she could be saved.

She might have been a goner.

“All sins can be forgiven.” He gestured for her to stand before him, which she did with such hesitance. He gave her a comforting smile and a small nod. “Kneel before me.”

She stood still, momentarily hesitant, as she eyed his face for a sign to run. Anything. When she noted his comforting smile never changed, she listened to him.

“Tell me, child,” He took a moment to glance at her before looking up at the ceiling in thought. “What have you done to make God frown upon you?”

“Greed,” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper as a flush of embarrassment quickly painted her face a vivid scarlet. Then she paused, taking a moment to clear her throat before she continued, “I’ve offered false testimony… lied, stolen, disrespected His sacred name, and fallen prey to my own envy, among other things.”

She could feel his eyes on her and wondered if he wanted to judge her. Her list was long. It had been far too long, so maybe she had already confirmed her spot in hell. His silence made her feel uneasy. It made her squirm as he turned to the cross, letting out a small chant.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I’d do anything to get back into his good graciousness.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. With how he looked at her, she was unsure if she could. She was worried there was not a chance for her to be saved.

“It does seem overwhelming,” he admitted, clearing his throat as his gaze averted momentarily. She watched him silently as he shut his eyes, seemingly gathering his composure. Then he swiveled back towards her, his decision set. “We must cleanse you of these sins as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the more that must be done.”

His statement hung heavily in the air, punctuated by a palpable silence. She felt a jolt of worry, a current of dread coursing through her veins. She gulped quietly, feeling the weight of her sins pressing down on her. But despite her hesitation, a part of her understood. She readied herself with his words echoing in her head, nodding slowly. She was ready to face the consequences, no matter how daunting they appeared.

With a slight gleam of approval in his eyes, he smiled reassuringly. “Come on,” he prompted, patting his knee with a surprising gentleness, “Ass up.” His words, a strange mix of stern command and understated compassion, nudged her slowly toward her imminent redemption.

She almost choked on her spit at his words, “E-Excuse me?”

“You must be punished for your sins so I can help you start a new chapter. So please make this easy for me so I can help clear you over your sins.”

“Is this really necessary, Father…”

“Father Lee. And it is. It’s your first step in becoming a new person.”

Pausing briefly to collect her thoughts, she reflected upon the depth of her current predicament. It seemed only fitting to see it through to the end. Listening to his command, she positioned herself over his knees, her body exposed in this vulnerable state. When the first resounding smack echoed against the hallowed house walls, she couldn’t suppress the sharp hiss that escaped her lips, the sting of it all bordering on tear-inducing.

In the almost silent home, the man’s muffled murmurs mixed with the sounds of additional slaps gracing her skin. This fiery sensation was a novelty, each slap carving a fresh imprint onto her already singed skin. After the initial count reached five, she battled with an unexpected feeling. The warmth coursing through her lower half brought a surge of arousal, a sensual moistness awakening a dormant desire. This sacred confession had inadvertently morphed into a journey of self-discovery, with her body reacting in ways she’d never expected.

“P-Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was even begging for anymore. The stinging was sending unknown pleasures throughout her body. She craved more, and she absolutely hated it. She was here to be forgiven, not to act like a slut horny for more. But she couldn’t help it. Her body was screaming for more, completely used to the sting.

“What was that?” He hummed, rubbing her ass. His voice was husky as he turned to look at her jeaned-covered ass. “Could it be,” he ventured, his voice a low, tantalizing rumble that made her heart flutter, “that it’s not your own sound begging for more, but the consuming wicked want within you, begging to draw out this confession?” His inquiry, cloaked in suggestive undercurrents, bathed the cathedral in a layer of intoxicating audaciousness, washing over her like a sinful benediction. “God wouldn’t want a whore in my home, now, would he? The one I Christened so well? And you come in here and put filth all over it. Is that what you want?”

“No.” she gasped, her breath hitching as he unbuckled her jeans. His eyebrow arched noticeably as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of her scarlet underwear.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Did my discipline work you up to this extent?” Uncertainty coursed through her, struggling to decipher if he was disgusted by her arousal or intrigued by it. She was helpless against her body’s reactions. “What did we discuss about lustful behavior?”

She barely gasped as one of his fingers plunged into her without warning. “Depraved,” he growled out, a tone that held both reprimand and a hint of pleasure. Ignoring her attempts to muffle her escalating moans, he scoffed lightly before adding another digit. Her body convulsed forward with each relentless, rough thrust of his fingers. “A wanton display, even beyond my reach,” he murmured, his words laced with regret and a touch of wicked delight. “And you want to be saved so badly.”

“I-I’m sorry,” She whimpered, all pretense of reverence lost under the icy stare of the man receiving her confession. His fingers were weaving an intoxicating spell, each masterful stroke sending her jolts of pleasure. Her entire body was aflame with desire, blurring the line between pleasure and sin. Briefly, she found herself contemplating whether the devil himself would reserve her a spot in hell; it felt almost like a certainty now.

“You’re sorry? Hardly,” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone, “You’re on the brink, ready cum all over my fingers like a filthy whore. Saving seems a fleeting dream now, doesn’t it?” His words, spoken so soft yet cutting through her like a hot knife, were underscored by another crisp slap against her ass. She uttered a sharp cry when his fingers abandoned her, leaving her on the cusp of an epiphany she had not yet granted. “I don’t think a filthy whore like you can be saved.”

His words, feather-soft but slicing through her like a blade, were punctuated by another stinging slap against ass. She writhed where she lay, letting out a keening moan when his fingers cruelly withdrew, which was already aching with her denied climax. The irresistible torment was almost unbearable. Longing for relief, she whimpered, staring back at him through tear-filled eyes, her body crying out for the next installment of their sinful exchange.

“On your knees,” he commanded. Obediently, she slipped from his lap and knelt before him, her gaze straying upward as he rose to his full height. The wickedness of his hard-on, stark against the fabric of his trousers, was a sight to see. She hadn’t realized how he’d been affected when she sat on his lap, too entangled in her heady pleasure. His dick was hard, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. She looked up at him, a silent question glimmering in her eyes: How would her sucking his hard cock cleanse her? But he didn’t provide an answer. No sooner had she parted her lips to voice her question than he plunged his throbbing length into the soft deepness of her mouth, his fingers lacing through her hair, guiding her along his journey as he dived deeper into her throat, eliciting choked noises.

“Damn…” He groaned lowly, utilizing her hot mouth as an unholy altar.

Panting heavily, she aimed to regain her breath, but it seemed he wouldn’t permit her such a break. Her mouth was his playground - his to destroy as he pleased. And all she could do was kneel obediently, hoping somehow, this act could atone for her sins. Through wet, lashed eyes, she glimpsed him, head thrown back in ecstasy, lips bitten in an enticing display of lust. This sight alone sparked a wave of desire that washed over her, a dying need to touch herself. But just as her hands started wandering down her body…

“Divinity shuns those who indulge themselves,” He rasped, his previously shut eyes now bearing into her, cold brown eyes reprimanding her removed fingers. “You seek atonement, don’t you?” His words, muffled by his heaving breaths, made it hard for her to retort. “I’m merely cleansing all the deceit from your tainted lips.”

Even amidst his speech, his relentless assault on her mouth didn’t cease, small grunts escaping his clenched teeth each time his length delved deeper into her throat. His mutterings left her unsure if he was whispering silent prayers or merely singing her praises under his breath.

His fervor was a sacred and profane ritual, an unhallowed symphony of sin intertwined with her willing surrender, underlined by the rhythmic request of his carnal pleasure. Fucked as she was, she tasted the rush of warmth flooding her mouth as he jerked within it. The suddenness of his release caught her off-guard, leaving a bitter aftertaste of sin and satisfaction.

“Swallow it, every drop,” His eyes, once a soft chestnut, had transformed into a darker, molten hue. He guided her up with sharp motions until she was leaned against the couch armrest.

“For the finale, darling, you must behave,” he crooned, his voice a sinful brew of command and temptation. Her acknowledgment came as a meek nod, her thighs trembling from anticipation as she felt the insistent prod of his now hard-on at her entrance. He slid into her with agonizing slowness, halting midway - a tormenting tease designed to test her patience, her body.

“Please…” Her plea was a desperate whisper, eyes welling up with pent-up need. Was he getting himself off someone from making her beg, from keeping her dangling on the edge of relief? Her body thrummed with an intensity she had never known, desperate for release for him.

“Gospels command patience. Shouldn’t you do the same?”

“Father Lee…” She attempted to grind her hips, her body yearning for friction, for him – but he stopped her moving. Sanity threatened to abandon her as she was consumed by the spiraling whirlpool of need. His grip tightened, jerking her gaze to meet the decorative wall before her. She counted each agonizingly slow heartbeat, silently begging for him to move, for him to grant her the pleasure she was painfully seeking. The silence was only broken by their panting breaths, time slowly drifting away while they were soaked in their wicked violation and the sacred silence of the home.

“Beggers find no mercy,” His voice was carnally set, a vulnerable undertone threatening to fracture into lustful musings. “Even those who wriggle and writhe denied their anticipated erotic pleasure.”

His hand landed a sharp spank on her ass, eliciting an intoxicating cry from her lips. The sting of recollection blossomed a new, urging her neediness to spiral. Yet, she maintained her silence, mesmerized by each detail of the photos on the wall. As if her prayer was answered, he ruthlessly thrust himself into her cunt with a force that threatened her grip on the soft couch. His rhythm was brutal, starkly differing with his iron grip on her waist.

“D-Damn…” Her whimpers laced the unholy atmosphere but were never ignored. Instead, his fingers twisted in her hair again, compelling her to keep her gaze fixed ahead of her. An odd sense of gratitude surged through her – for the ethereal aura radiating from the family portraits adorning the walls. These portraits had curiously paved the way for her encounter with this captivating tormentor of a man with a relentless hold over her senses. He was leading her down the path of unspoken pleasure with an intensity that overlooked anything. With each relentless thrust, her lips participated in prayers that acknowledged her gratefulness.

He was merciless, granting her no time to become accustomed to the invasive feeling of him inside her. It felt like an enchanting form of punishment, the relentless anticipation he’d brewed now subdued by his vigorous thrusts alone. His low groans filled her ears, killing her ability to maintain coherent thought, especially as his hand landed a firm spank on her already sensitive ass. If this path of sinfulness promised her the completion of absolute pleasure, she’d willingly sacrifice her devotion again and again.

A surge of heat threatened to overwhelm her again in what felt like the umpteenth climax within an hour. She climbed to ecstasy, rocking very close on the brink of her release. With a level of quickness that irked her, he sensed her impending explosion and abruptly halted his thrusts. The abrupt end drew a strangled cry from her lips, her mind darting towards violent fantasies against her tormentor.

“Did you say your prayers?” He mocked, a devilish grin on his features.

“With God as my witness-”

“A tut, tut for you,” His hand kneaded her ass, drawing a growl from her. “Appreciation must be offered for the pleasure received. For his sinful generosity. Are you showing gratitude, my dear?”

“Yes.” She squeaked, her teeth biting her lower lip to suppress her cries.

“Where was I?” He murmured, returning to his punishing rhythm. A strangled yelp passed her lips when his fingers danced over her clit. She was on the brink, dangerously close to her release. Then she spiraled into ecstasy with one brutal lash of his hips.

Her fingers dug into the couch with such ferocity that they imprinted on her skin. Pleasured trembles wracked her frame as the floodgates of ecstasy broke, rendering her speechless. Amid her climax, she could barely muster the strength to remain upright, relying almost entirely on his iron-like grip. His own release soon followed, filling her way beyond her grasp.

Her wail echoed within the sacred walls when he withdrew, leaving her empty and craving more. But her pleas quickly morphed into curses as he shuffled her around, presenting her ass to him. Without warning, he entered.

“W-what-”

“Shhh.” He hushed her as he pushed deeper into her uncharted territory.

Pain bounced like lightning through her body, compelling her to plead. “Father Lee,” she whimpered, tears glistening as she turned back and stared at him. However, something sinful inside her began to stir once more at the sight of his swollen cock sliding in and out of her ass, aided by the sight of his cum covered cock.

It was a peculiar sensation, a blend of agony and pleasure that left her breathless. Despite her initial protest, she found herself spiraling closer toward another climax – a testament to his sinful touch.

“Touch yourself. Don’t let my cum I gave you drip anymore out of your pretty pussy and down your legs.” he commanded, his voice a sinful rumble.

Realizing her shameless act sent quick shivers of strange delight through her. Her fingers entered her wet cunt, eagerly trying to collect and keep every drop of him from her previous climactic episode. The edge of euphoria was near, so close within reach. Her touch was not a patch on his expert strokes, but they did their sensual dance, driving her wild.

The whimpers and murmured pleas that escaped her painted the room with sinful tones of pleasure. His ongoing relentless thrusts sent her skin ablaze; each movement drew her closer to the brink. Her wails amplified as the second wave of orgasm washed over her, deafening every other sense. She barely felt his position change, shifting to kneel behind her, his eager lips instantly making contact with her dripping cunt.

A gasp ripped through her as his sinful tongue lapped their combined cum. His thick digits invaded her moist cunt, the sensation magnified tenfold compared to her own as he repeated his previous rhythm. His forceful grip kept her pressed against the arm of the couch. The wave of explosive pleasure tingling every nerve made her body radiate heat, on the verge of a shattering climax. Her already clouded senses were drowned further into an abyss at the sight of his penetrating gaze landing on her, the lewd slurping sounds making her crave more. A twist of his fingers wrung choked sobs from her.

She felt her coherent self-fragmenting on the cusp of the third wave of tremors. Her eyes clamped shut as a resounding cry tore through her once more. Not merely a climax, but a gushing release, overwhelming her senses. Her flushed face radiated heat, light-headedness seeping in. Faint kisses scattered along her sensitive thighs brought her back from her daze. Facing his now-standing figure, he flashed an endearing smile before leaning in for a hot, fervid kiss, a taste of their shared indulgence, a potent reminder of her sin.

Drawing back slightly, he cradled her face, his gaze lingering over her rosy, swollen lips and parted mouth, still gasping for air. His fingers traced a path down her flushed skin until they reached her neck, feeling her pulse hammering against his fingertips under the delicate skin. He smirked at her, his eyes glinting with unshielded admiration and satisfaction.

“You were spectacular,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his words laced with implicit desire.

Her heart hammered in her chest as his words washed over her, the undertones of pure lust driving her wild even after the relentless tides of pleasure had ostensibly drained her. She swallowed hard as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, her breath hitching.

“On your knees, love.” he commanded, his tone gentle but with a hint of undeniable authority. His swollen cock was already growing hard once more, twitching in anticipation of what would come next.

Her body obeyed his command without a second thought, her slippery descent to the cold wooden floor teasing the oversensitized skin between her thighs, reminding her of their shared momentum. Although spent, her body tingled with renewed desire. Eyes locked on his hardened cock, she obeyed, ready to indulge in him again.

Her hands were falling on his naked thighs, feeling the taut muscles twitch under her touch, the irresistible texture of his skin making her feel dizzy with desire. With her head tilted up, her eyes met his, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat.

Slowly, she stretched out her tongue, connecting with the veined length. The first contact drew a hissed breath from him, and his body tensed. Evidence of their previous lovemaking provided a slick slide for her fingers as she gingerly curled them around him and began to stroke.

Tasting him in her mouth was heaven and hell combined— addictive, dangerous. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body as she realized the control she walked on a knife edge. His groans, the tenseness in his legs, the throbbing pulse beneath her touch, all seemed to suggest that he might lose control.

Her hand moved in rhythm with her mouth, lost in the bliss of her desire, licking and tasting her way down his cock. The intoxicating smell of musk, overlaid with their shared scent, filled her air, rendering her senses into a heightened frenzy.

Her pulse quickened at the rasping groan that unraveled from his lips; it was like the sweetest sin. Letting her gaze rise to meet his, she was met with a look of raw desire, the sight a more potent aphrodisiac than any other.

Caught in the passion of earthly pleasure, his once-controlled composure wavered, breaking the tenor of his character. He let out a raspy growl so powerful it was a sin on its own. Locking his gaze with hers, he let the mask of control drop, revealing a raw longing that sent her pulse racing.

Shrouded in ecstasy, he gasped, “God, you’re good… Too damn good,” his tones layered with sinful gratification, evident of the pleasure she was giving him. “Don’t stop.”

His cock in her mouth, throbbing and twitching was a testament to the pleasure that was building, and the urgency in his tone as he gasped out her name only served to push her further. Her senses were bathed in him, in them, making every sound that came from him feel louder.

An intoxicating feedback, where every groan or sharp intake of breath from him sent electric and torturous waves of need coursing through her. The subtle scrape of her teeth along his hard cock forced a guttural growl from his chest, compelling her to a quick pace.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, leisurely tracing the veins along his cock. At the same time, her fingers danced over the base of his dick, teasing him unmercifully.

With each lap of her tongue, each stroke of her hand, the dam of his restraint began to fracture further. He was on the cusp of cumming, a push she was mercilessly intent on sending him over. She could taste his approaching release on her tongue— a salty promise that encouraged her to delve even deeper, to push the looming edge into a purging plummet. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, the mixture of need, longing, and sheer raw desire, etching an invisible contract of surrender.

Coherent words evaded him, replaced by a string of incoherent mewls, moans, and gasps. His primal sounds echoed within the room, becoming a testament to the needy pleasure she was producing. Supported by his loss of control, she continued her rhythmic dance with his cock, expert strokes designed to drive him to insanity.

His hands tangled in her hair gave a harsh yank, evoking a moan from her that resounded against him, the vibrations adding an entirely new dimension to his pleasure. It was a power play— an exquisite balancing act between authority and submission, and one she relished in fervently.

With a final, fervent stroke of her tongue, his hips bucked into her mouth. His growl echoed through the room, his eyes screwed shut as he succumbed to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. Without breaking his gaze, she swallowed his cum with a smirk of satisfaction.

Her tongue traced a final, potent path along his length, eliciting a violent thrust from his hips that nearly disjointed him from the floor beneath. His growl ricocheted off the walls, his eyelids clamping shut as he yielded to the formidable surge of bliss. Yet, through his closed eyes, their connection remained unbroken, a tangible tether in the throes of shared ecstasy.

As he fell from his climax, his chest heaving, she released him, staring up at him through her lashes.

Falling down to sit on the couch, he looked at her through slightly hooded eyes, a post-sex haze still lingering. Minhyuk’s features softened into a tender, contented smile. His usually vibrant eyes were now drowsy and serene, reflecting a whole heart and brimming with happiness. Still, even in his satiety, he couldn’t completely suppress his typical, mischievous self.

Still panting lightly, he threw his head back against the plush cushion of the couch, his honey-toned skin aglow in the dim room.

“Phew, love, you sure know how to wear a man out.” He playfully chuckled, a sound that warmed her from the inside. The lighthearted teasing, and the enthusiasm of his personality shone through every word, adding an endearing charm to the still-charged atmosphere.

His gaze, now softened and relaxed, returned to her. He beckoned her over softly, opening his arms to warmly envelop her. As she tentatively moved, he wrapped her in a tight but comforting embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.

Basking in the afterglow, Minhyuk lowered his gaze and found her eyes wandering over his figure. Grinning, he shook his head and muttered a soft, “You’re insatiable,” though his voice had no real reprimand. His fire had been momentarily satisfied, but the embers of desire still smoldered, ready to ignite once more at her slightest touch.

“And remember,” he mumbled, the words heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She watched as he sat up and blinked, the once previous tiredness now long gone as he smirked at her, his brown eyes laced with want and need, “We’ve only just begun. I still have so much cum to give you and so many other ideas to try. You might fall pregnant by the end of the night. Who knows.”

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