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Secondo x Reader

content: 992 words, fluff, romance, a bit of suggestive teasing, SFW

the gender of the Reader is not specified, though they wear a bikini in this

oh, finally i got to write something! as i've now enjoyed my summer holiday, naturally it was an inspiration and this little piece was born. it felt so good to write again. ❤️ there might be some mistakes as i wrote this with phone, so sorry about those. but hope you enjoy anyway!

The air smells sweet, so fresh after the rain - you've always loved that scent, the scent of summer. It makes you feel like home, reminds you of the time when life was more carefree. You smile as you make your way along the path that leads you to the small pond in the middle of the forest.

Behind you, you hear some grumpy huffs and puffs every once in a while and you can't help but shake your head.

"Come on, old man, it's not so bad," you said, turning to walk backwards and pointing at the sky. "Look, sun is peeking through the clouds already."

Secondo just lets out a grunt but you don't miss the tiny smirk that passes his lips afterwards. Happily you clap your hands together and turn around, making it easier to walk while facing to the right direction. It doesn’t take long before you reach the pond and you stop for a moment to just admire the view.

Secondo comes to stand next to you and you can feel his gaze settling on you, studying. There is a moment of quiet before he speaks.

"You really love this place."

You turn to look at him, smiling dreamily.

"Yes, I do. It reminds me of home. My childhood home," you answer. "But this is also a great place to just relax and enjoy the nature as it is."

Secondo hums, a fond smile tucking at his lips. You move closer to him, lean in to kiss him quickly, softly. He tries to chase another kiss but you have stepped further and are now discarding your clothes, the shirt and your sport leggings, revealing a simple dark green bikini underneath.

Secondo's eyes go over your body, the appreciation clear in his eyes and you smirk.

"The last one in the water will have to cook for the rest of the week," you say as you start to slowly walk closer to the pond. Secondo shakes his head, knowing you aren't really serious. However, he doesn't make a move at taking his clothes off - you know he isn't that fond of swimming, especially after it has rained.

You turn and walk into the water. It feels a bit cool but it isn't bad and when it's deep enough you take a quick dive. Secondo is still standing on the dry land when you come back above the water line, though he has come closer to the water and is now leaning against one of the trees.

You swim closer and try to coax Secondo to join you again.

"I would love some company."

Secondo laughs a little.

"I'm here, my love."

You roll your eyes and then pretend to pout.

"But it's lonely here," you state, giving him your best 'puppy eyes' look. "Pleaaaase."

Secondo seems to lean even more against the tree, not saying a word, just staring at you. You wait for a moment and when nothing happens, you turn again and start to swim further. The water starts to feel warmer the longer you spend in the embrace of it and you turn to float on your back, closing your eyes.

Your mind immediately takes you back to your childhood memories, the way you spent hours and hours on the lake whenever it was possible. You loved the solitude of nature and the way how everything smelled after the rain, how the raindrops glimmered in the sunlight.

Eventually a light pressure on your foot pulls you out of your thoughts and you open your eyes, seeing Secondo standing close to you, a mix of fondness and grumpiness on his face. You still don't know how he manages to look like that but it's kind of endearing.

Smiling you move yourself on your feet and step closer to Secondo.

"Happy now?" he asks and you can see he his holding his smile back. You hum happily, leaning to kiss him, this time properly, and he wraps his arms around you while your hands settle on his waist.

When he pulls you closer, you can feel that something is clearly missing and you can't help but chuckle into the kiss.

"Sneaky bastard," you breathe out.

"It's just us here so why would I need swimming trunks?"

You give Secondo a gentle shove and his laughter rings in your ears as he claims your lips again. His hands slide down on your body, reaching your buttocks and giving them a firm squeeze and you hum in appreciation.

When you eventually part, your gazes meet, a small smirk plastered on Secondo's lips.

"Are you trying to weasel your way out of your cooking duty by teasing me?"

"No," Secondo says, bringing his other hand up to caress your face. "You should know I won't let you near the kitchen anymore."

You groan.

"It was only a small accident," you defend yourself. Secondo gave you a scolding look.

"The accident destroyed our oven so I wouldn't say it was that small."

You sighed, knowing Secondo has a point.

"Yes, I know I'm useless in the kitchen."

"Not useless," Secondo stated, smirk returning to his lips. "Every chef needs a helping hand."

"Oh my..." you don't even finish your sentence, only bury your face into the crook of Secondo's neck. Secondo laughs a little, the sound of it being like music to your ears.

"You could have hurt yourself," he then mumbles, the tone of his voice carrying a certain weight and it makes your heart sting a bit.

"Luckily it was just the oven that got hurt."

Secondo's hand finds your neck, fingers gently massaging the skin there and you breathe in and out slowly.

"Yes, you were lucky," Secondo speaks quietly.

"Don't worry, I promise to stay out of kitchen..." you say, pressing a light kiss on Secondo's collarbone before your lips curve into a smirk. "But if you need a helping hand, I will gladly offer one."

Inspiration

For @writingjourney who requested a kiss from Secondo on a "place of insecurity" from this list.

Secondo x Reader

~ Your Papa notices you have been struggling writing a speech and does his best to help you... ~

Warnings: sappy and soft and sweet secondo, a bit of a play on the 'place of insecurity' but i think it works xD, reader is gn but i do use dolcezza as an endearment, sfw, 1,400k words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“Quit that.”

At Secondo’s stern voice you froze, holding your breath and clenching your pen in your fist.  You didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing exactly what you’d see as soon as you looked at him: disappointment.

“Papa, I wasn–”

“You were.”  You winced at the edge to his tone, something he must have noticed because he cleared his throat and continued in a much softer voice.  “I can always tell.”

There was a fleeting moment in which you wanted to argue, to disagree that he didn’t know you as well as he thought.  But despite how it could catch you off guard at times it also made you feel cared for.  Wanted.  To have someone, especially someone like Papa Secondo Emeritus, know you so well to be able to see what was going on.

“Sorry, Papa.”

His chair creaked and when you dared a glance his way you saw him walking towards your desk.  It was late in the day so he was just in his suit pants and white button up, the robes long gone and probably in a heap at the bottom of his closet.  The paint on his face was smudged, especially around his eyes and mouth, and your fingers twitched wanting to grab a makeup brush and fix it.

“You do not need to apologize to me, dolcezza.”  He knelt down next to your chair with a quiet groan, wincing when his knees popped audibly.  Leather covered hands reached out for the arms of your chair and he easily spun it so you were facing him.  With a gentle touch he lifted a hand up and swiped his thumb across your forehead.  “What’s going on in there, hmm?”

Feigning ignorance wouldn’t work, it never did with him, so you sighed, your body deflating and slouching in the chair before you answered, “I just-I just can’t get this right.”

“Get what right?”  When you gestured vaguely at your desk he straightened up to glance at the mess of papers across it, grabbing one to quickly look it over and then turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow.  “The speech?  It’s just a silly thing for mass, you’ve written them before.”

“Yes but this one is important.  Don’t roll your eyes at me Papa, it’s true!”

“Important how?  Because of those imbellici from Rome?”

“They’re not imbeciles!”  You slapped Secondo’s hand away when he picked up a page that was mostly doodles.  “And even if they were, they're still the ones in charge of funding.”

“So?”

“So?  Are you even listening?”  When he rolled his eyes you barely resisted the urge to stab him in the neck with your pen.  “This needs to be perfect, absolutely perfect, so we can secure more funding for the church.”

You turned away from him and stared down at your desk.  It was taking all your concentration not to cry, especially as you looked over your notes and half-written paragraphs.  Secondo wasn’t getting it.  This was why you were here, not just in his office but at the church.  You were hired to help with writing speeches, press releases and anything of the sort.  If you failed at this, why would they keep you around?

Why would Secondo keep you around?

“Dolcezza?”  When you didn’t answer him he turned your chair again, his hands resting on your knees.  He gave each a brief squeeze before slowly moving them up your thighs until they stopped at your hips.  Only then did you look his way, immediately getting trapped by those gorgeous eyes of his.  “Shut up.”

“Hey!”

“No, you will shut up and listen to me.  Okay?”  He raised an eyebrow when you stayed silent, only continuing when you finally nodded your head.  “You are incapable of anything but perfection.  So I need you to stop listening to whatever the voice in your head is telling you and I need you to listen to me.  Can you do this?”

“Yes, Papa.”

Secondo gave you a small smile before bringing his hands up to cradle your face.  When he leaned close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead your breath caught in your throat.

“You are an extraordinary writer, amore.  Far better than anyone else here.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a speech for mass or something for the weekly newsletter, everything you do is perfetto.”  He kissed you again in the same spot, this time his lips pressed more firmly into your skin.  Like he could somehow transfer his words straight to your brain.  When he pulled away he tilted your face up and your breath hitched again when you saw he was smiling.  “Although I am especially fond of the bitchy emails you send Copia when he goes over budget.”

“Well, he deserves every one of those.”  

You gave him a watery smile before ducking your head and sniffling.  Secondo’s kind words surrounded you, much like his arms were as he wrapped them around your back and held you close.  He rubbed his hands up and down your back reassuringly until you had your emotions under control, eventually leaning back in your chair.  Secondo took a moment to swipe at the tears on your cheeks before cupping your face again, holding you still so he could lean in to kiss your lips this time.  There was a twinkle in his eyes when he pulled away, the makeup on his lips even more smudged than before.

No doubt your lips didn’t look any better.

“Perhaps a change of scenery will help?  What do you think?”

“Scenery?”  Secondo stood up and started gathering all your papers, ignoring you when you tried to stop him.  “You’re messing them up.  Papa, wait!”

With your work in one hand he reached out with his other and grabbed one of yours, tugging you towards the door to his office.

“How does my room sound?”

“It sounds like a place where I'm not going to get much work done.”

At the door Secondo turned to you, a wicked smirk on his face as he dragged his eyes up and down your body.  

“Then it’s a good thing I’ll be there to keep you on task, hmm?”

You snorted, moving past him to open the door and move out into the hallway.  He gave your ass a light pat as you went by but you kept your eyes forward as you started to walk towards his quarters.  Perhaps a little break would help clear your head.  When you glanced back to sneak a look at him you couldn’t help but look him up and down as well.  Your Papa looked handsome and sinful as he followed behind you.  Like a gift from Lucifer himself.  

A gift just for you.

With a grin you started to pick up the pace, your footsteps echoing around the otherwise empty hallway.  Secondo was close behind you and when you blindly held a hand out towards him he quickly enveloped it in one of his own.  Words were starting to swirl through your head, ideas for the speech tumbling over themselves.  You needed to get to his room so you could write them down before you forgot.

“Hurry, Papa!” 

“See?  I’m helping already.”

You looked back at him, not surprised to see him wearing a familiar smug smile.  Under any other circumstances it would have annoyed you like it usually did but right now?  Right now you were nothing but thankful for it.  He grunted when you turned and flung your arms around his neck, his own arms quickly going around your waist.  Before he could ask what you were doing you were kissing him, making even more of a mess of his makeup.  

“What can I say, Papa?  You inspire me.”  He was still looking smug when you pulled away with the bitter taste of his makeup on your tongue.  “Quit that.”

“Just happy I could help, dolcezza.”

“Of course, Papa.  What would I do without you?”

When you turned to start walking again he stopped you, his arms pulling you back towards him.  His features had softened a bit, although at this point with how messy his makeup was he did look rather ridiculous. 

“Luckily for us we won’t have to find out, will we?”

“No, Papa.”  You couldn’t resist kissing him again.  His chin, his lips, his beautiful nose…anywhere you could reach before you finally pulled away, your hands coming up to cup his face.  “We won’t.”

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The Reason for your smiles

Happy Valentines Day Ghesties! Going to be more Valentines Day Fics coming throughout the week, but let's get Secondo out there.

MDNI Secondo x GN!Reader, Soft!Reader, Suggestive, Not technically Valentine's Day Themed but it's fluffy

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Papa Secondo knew his reputation. A stern, stoic man. One of few words, and those that were said were often accompanied with a verbal lashing. The only time you might see a hint of a smile, more of a smirk, would be at his parties, or during some sermons. 

Yet, here he was. Smiling. Not that anyone could see it, not even you could. He’s careful with his smiles, even if they come more when you’re around. His reputation is what keeps him in place. Keeps him focused on his job as Papa, to not distract himself while he did his best to commune with dark forces. 

And yet-

He gazes at you. Seated before him, eyes down at your book. You had asked for help studying, and he acted like it was chore, while he hid his eagerness. For now he gets a closer look at you. He’s drawn to the way your eyes flick over the words of the page. How your finger follows certain parts that you repeat, like you are trying to imprint them into your mind forever. Sometimes your lips even move, silently reading the words with a slightly furrowed brow. 

At first glance, no one would know how truly wonderful you were. But Secondo did. 

Since you had joined the clergy, you had never once shown the same fear or indifference many of the other siblings of sin carried. Or the lust, which was usually his preference. No, even now, he can remember that moment. 

Your eyes widening in surprise as he gave your the dark blessing, dipping the blood of the a demon onto your forehead while you knelt before him. And then you had smiled at him, eyes crinkling. You touched his arm without fear, but not with any intention but to steady yourself back to your feet. A soft thank you spilling from such soft looking lips. 

“Papa?” 

Your voice has his head snap back up, relaizing he had been staring at your book. He forcibly lowers the corners of his mouth, and your eyes crinkle. Warmth fills his face and he raises a fist to his mouth and coughs into it. “I apologize. Do you have a question?” 

You smile, soft and warm. It makes him want to melt into it. Your hands lift your textbook gingerly, to hand it to him instead of sliding it across the table. “Could you quiz me, Papa?” 

“A quiz?” He takes the book and he can’t help himself. His leather covered fingers brush over your own, and he can feel his face warm. The paints help hide his blush, while he takes the book before him. “There is no point to a quiz without a reward. If this were real, it would be your passing grade in…” He eyes the book, raising his brow before he turns his mismatched gaze onto you. “Necromancy? You’re taking a course on necromancy?” 

“There’s your expertise, isn’t it?” You ask, with a smile. This one looks more uncertain, it doesn’t quite touch your eyes. “That’s why I asked you for your help, Papa.” 

“Ah. Yes. Then I won’t need the book.” He closes it, and your lips part at the sight. Surprise, he thinks, but he still lets his fingers roam over it, just a little. But it does not catch your attention much, your gaze quickly moving to his face. Disappointment churns in his gut. 

He is reminded that this is the real reason he won’t make a move on you. Despite how you make butterflies dance in his stomach, he knows when someone is not interested. That is it better to simply enjoy your presence than to lose it forever. 

“Alright, let me think.” Papa Emeritus the second leans back in his chair a little, lifting the front two legs while he taps his fingers against the cover of the book. His foot taps in the same rhythm, probably of one of the songs he used to preform but he doesn’t think too far into it. “How many black candles are used in a soul search?” 

“Five.” You answer easily, and add-on without his prompting. “For the heart, brain, kidneys, liver and lungs. The organs-”

“-We need to survive.” Secondo lets his lips curl a little, a slight smirk. That wouldn’t be too out of line for his character would it? To smirk a little?  “What is Basil good for?” 

“Speaking to a spirit with a dead loved one. Reconcilliation.” You smile at him, your lips twitching with mirth. He almost misses what you say next, his eyes on your mouth, unable to stop. “Give me a harder one, Papa.” 

“A harder one?” Secondo lets the chair fall forward with a crack, thinking for a moment. Then an idea forms in his head. “Alright, tesoro, if you get this correct, I’ll give you a reward. But if not, then you must answer a question from me.”

“What is the reward?” You lean forward, fingers laced together underneath your chin. Your eyes have a sparkle to them that he finds distracting. But then again; you are always distracting. 

“I will answer any question that you want. That is a fair trade, don’t you think?” He leans in as well, not one to drop from your bait. It’s hard though, to be this close. There’s something about your mischief that is purely adorable.

“Sounds fair, Papa. Give it to me.” 

Those words have his face warm. You look so soft, adorable and you probably have no idea how your words affect him. But he makes a memory of it, of you saying that for him to repeat later, when he’s alone with his cock in hand. 

It wouldn’t be the first or last time you’d enter his thoughts during that time. He’d churn with guilt after, because you did not his desires. How you could say something innocent, and he’d turn it into something for his fantasy. How your light touch would have him blushing, red beneath his paints. 

Now that he thinks about it, he has not gone paintless since you had joined. It would be too easy for you, or anyone else, to see his blush. 

“What are the words said during a re-summoning ritual?” 

You stare at him, blinking. Your face adorably blank, before morphing into a cute annoyed one. He can’t stop himself from grinning. “Papa, you and the other Papas and high clergy know those words. That’s cheating.” 

Secondo shrugs, grinning still. “You did not put any limit on what I could test you on.” 

You frown at him, and he nearly breaks, to let you win because you do look sad. But instead you sigh, slumping your shoulders and gazing at him. “What question do you wish to ask me, Papa?” 

He thinks for a moment, wondering how to word it. How to ask you such a question. In the end he slides his hand across the desk, taking your own in his hand. There’s a breath, just a quick intake before he says the words. “Tesoro, do you like me?” 

Your face softens, your hand tightening around his own. “Papa, I do like you. I’d think we’re even friends by this point.” 

Secondo could take that, could run with his tail between his legs and never manage to ask you his true question. But that is not his style, not befitting of his reputation, so instead he squeezes your hand. “No, Tesoro. Do you like me?” He puts emphasis on the word this time. 

Those pretty, soft eyes, widen so large that Secondo fears he might’ve asked too much now. When you don’t speak for a moment, that leads into a minute, his gut churns horribly. At your stretched silence, he was tempted to stand, storm off. He would not be rejected like this, he would not take this, he was a Papa-

Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek. Soft lips are curled, and he flicks his gaze from them to your eyes. “I do, Papa.” 

His entire face goes red. The hair on the back of his neck stands up, and all he can do is swallow the lump forming in his throat. He nods, finding himself unable to stop the motion and when he speaks his voice is tight. “That’s good.” 

You giggle and now he does let himself melt at the sound. Smiling at you, and you smile back so widely, he’s sure it’s going to consume him. His heart has definitely already been consumed. 

A thumb brushes over his cheek, smudging the paint a little he’s sure, but he barely even cares now. Not when he can lean his face into your touch. “I was wondering if you were smiling at me, Papa. Now I know for sure.” 

“Sei la ragione di ogni mio sorriso,” It’s an easy reply, flowing out of him while he raises a hand to cup your own. Holding it so he can turn his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. 

“Tell me what that means later?” You ask, because you’re leaning in. And Secondo laughs, before brushing his lips against your own, almost in a rush. The kiss quickly deepening, and he is reminded, besides your soft personality and cute appearance, you are still a sibling of sin. And your hands are already wandering enough to have him laugh against your skin. 

“Of course, amore.” He pulls back, but only to untuck his chair from his desk. Patting his lap, he fully intends to ensure all of those happy fantasies start becoming a reality now. “Now come here and let me give you a proper reward for studying so well.” 

When you slide into his lap, all giggles and kissing him so openly, Secondo realizes he will have to get used to smiling more; you get them out of him far too easily. 

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Sei la ragione di ogni mio sorriso – “You’re the reason for all my smiles”

Mandatory Tagging of: @sherwood-forests, @writingjourney and@goldenghoulmidas

Papa Emeritus The Second on 'Monstrance Clock'

Kinktober Day 10(ish) — Sweat, Armpit

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: The first Kinktober post kinda blew up, which I hadn’t expected. So thank you everyone for the support! I hope everyone who’s here enjoys what else I write this month (and after too)! Okay, so I’m kinda cheating on this one. Since it includes stuff that’s from days 5 and 14, I didn’t have it ready by day 5 and I’m planning to post another one on day 13, I thought it’d be best to do it right in between. This makes a nicer, more even schedule. Anyway, can’t believe that this is my first fic with my dearest Bone Daddy (even though I had him in mind for this and began writing the fic for day 13 multiple months ago, which also includes him). I’m not expecting this to get as much attention as day 6 bc it’s more niche but I’m pretty proud of this one so I hope you give it a chance and someone ends up liking it. If I’m lucky, maybe it gives someone a new kink (the ultimate accomplishment in life).

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sweat and armpit kink (for real, there’s licking of sweaty hairy man pits), vaginal fingering (there's only like one sentence), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet play adjacent? (idk, he calls reader 'pet' and reader acts a little feral), overstimulation (just a smidge), it got a little soft at the end oops

Word count: 2.3k

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You’re walking to the abbey gym after a long day of sitting at your desk. Your body aches in all the worst ways and you’re intent on changing that. Despite your tired state, you know that once you get into the rhythm of your workout, you will be able to get out of your head and relieve some tension. You don’t think you’ve ever gone quite so late, usually heading there after office hours. But today you had to stay until such a ridiculous time that the corridors are now completely empty. You don’t see a single soul as you walk. For a second, you are worried that the gym will be closed when you arrive. There isn’t any staff there and you need a keycard to enter, but maybe they cut the power off at a certain time. Either way, you would have to go there to find out, so you prepare yourself for disappointment if the worst case scenario is true.

When you finally arrive at the door, you’re glad to find the entry hall looking the same as always. There is no information that would indicate a closing time, so you proceed with your usual routine. There is no one in the changing room or the main gym area itself, just like in the hallways outside. Once you’re changed and ready to start, you put your earbuds in and play your exercise mix. You let yourself feel the high tempo music, pumping yourself up through the warm up. The feeling of your heart beating, skin heating up, breath quickening, all remind you of how real your body is. An intricate machine with millions of processes going on at every second of your life that all seem to fade into the background when you stay unmoving for hours. All that there is is what’s in front of you and you’re not there. Just thoughts swirling around about whatever it is you’re doing, or supposed to be doing, or something else entirely. But never thoughts of how your back is twisting, or stomach grumbling, or eyes stinging. You can feel your body now, and it is the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. You snap your head in that direction, jumping a little out of fear, but you see it’s only someone entering the gym. It is no other than Papa Emeritus II. Wearing a tank top and shorts in his signature green and black, he looks so different than usual. But certainly not bad. A glance at his arm tattoos causes images to flash in your head. Images of tracing them with your fingers, finding all the details you could in the dim light. You wonder if he remembers. Probably not.

You notice him nod his head to greet you and snap out of your thoughts. You return the gesture and force your gaze away from him. Just don’t stare, look anywhere else, you think to yourself, but your eyes refuse to lock on anything. Instead, you scan everything in your field of vision aimlessly, snapping back to him every second or so. Your eyelids close, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself, and when they open back up, you pick a spot and stare at it.

You keep doing your regular workout but your thoughts and eyes keep drifting to Secondo. His muscles straining, his chest heaving, the beads of sweat running down his forehead. You imagine you’re the reason for those, and not the weights in his hands. Fuck, you were supposed to focus on your body, not his. Stop being such a creep, you idiot. He can definitely tell. Your curiosity wins the battle with your will, though, and you look in his direction once again. And what you see nearly knocks you on your ass. His chest is completely bare, the tank top discarded somewhere to the side. His skin glitters with moisture in between the coarse hair. He seems busy enough that your blatant gawking just might go unnoticed. Unlikely, but possible.

When you’re finally done, you quickly tidy up your space and get back to the changing room. You decide to forgo the shower and plan to take it back in your room, changing into your regular clothes for now. Your only choices are to run away or go back in before Secondo leaves. But you have to come up to him. You don't want him to think you're avoiding him. After all, you're not complete strangers. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You inhale a deep calming breath and stand up to walk back inside.

You take slow steps in his direction, where he is leisurely cleaning up.

"I bet there's usually no one here when you come, right?" you speak loudly to get his attention.

"That is correct," he responds while continuing with his task.

"Sorry to disturb your alone time."

He turns around to face you and steps closer.

"It is no problem. I enjoyed the company."

As he's talking, you inhale his scent, pungent and musky and overwhelming, and you do your best to hide your pleased reaction.

“I am sorry, I smell,” he says, clearly noticing your odd behavior.

“No, no, no! Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh, you don’t have to be polite.”

“No, really! I mean it,” you exclaim and begin to chew your lip nervously.

“So you like it, then?”

“Huh? Um, I-” you try to stammer out an explanation but hear him chuckle quietly.

“It’s okay. Plenty do,” he takes another step towards you, "So?"

“Uhh, yeah. I guess so,” you reply under your breath, utterly embarrassed by your lack of subtlety.

He hums, sits down at the nearest bench and stretches his arms above his head before resting his hands on his neck.

“Here you go,” his piercing eyes are locked on you as you stand in place, dumbfounded, “Come.”

After a few more moments, you finally walk closer. When you reach the bench, you straddle it so that you are facing his side. He turns his head towards you and nods, giving you his consent. You spend some time there, trying to gather the courage to do what you both know is coming next. No one was ever so comfortable with you about this, or so quick to notice your… predilection.

You finally take the next step and bury your face in his armpit, inhaling deeply. A bolt of arousal shoots through you instantly and you release a loud moan while wrapping your arms around his torso. His wiry hair tickles your cheeks as the intense sharp smell tickles your nostrils.

“Hmm, good pet. Does that smell nice?” he says while caressing the back of your head.

You whine in response and lift up your legs to rest on the other side of the bench, pulling yourself even closer to him. The scent floods your brain with some sort of primal urge that makes you lose any semblance of composure. You’re clinging to him like a baby koala, face squished under his arm. But it’s not enough, you need more. So you break away, only for a second, to immediately plant your tongue on him and drag it up. The salty taste combined with the strong musk is heavenly and makes you moan again, louder as your mouth is open.

“Greedy child. Isn’t it getting a bit dry in there?” he coos.

“Mmhm…” you hum into his skin.

“Then how about we fix that?”

He lowers his arm slowly, letting your head move out of the way, and wraps it around your waist. He lifts you up swiftly and lays you on the mat that’s on the floor, hungry eyes looking into yours. His hands slide down to take off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. His eyes fall on your glistening cunt and his eyebrow rises in curiosity.

“So wet just from sniffing me? Dirty little thing.”

His fingers find your entrance and glide easily over you, lightly rubbing up and down a few times before pressing inside of you. As he’s working you open with one hand, the other is holding him up above your shoulder, letting his aroma periodically reach your nose and excite you further.

“Papa, please, can you-” you whimper in desperation.

“What is it, tesoro?” he tilts his head teasingly.

“I need you, please, fuck me,” you groan impatiently.

“As you wish.”

He gets up onto his knees and pulls down his shorts, letting his erection bounce out. He grips his cock and spreads the gathering bead of precum over his length before lining himself up with your cunt. Once his head pushes past your opening, you gasp at the stretch. You almost forgot how girthy he was. His length is slowly sinking into you, letting you adjust to the impressive size. When he bottoms out, he plants his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up as he begins to lazily roll his hips.

“C’mon, faster, please,” you whine and writhe under him.

“So greedy and impatient. Satana, what a brat.”

He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that knocks the air, and the attitude, out of you. You get what you wanted, his cock pounding into you in quick and deep movements. As you start to lose yourself in the feeling of having your cunt thoroughly stuffed over and over, you notice the slick layer of sweat return to his skin. You instinctively pull yourself up by holding onto his back and run your tongue over any hint of moisture you find. He notices you take initiative and rolls over so that you’re now on top, one of his hands resting behind his head as the other grasps your hip.

That animal inside you takes over again and you fuck yourself on him while licking his chest desperately. In your frenzy, you almost miss the shudder when you graze his nipple, but you try to remember that for later. Hopefully there will be a ‘later’. But there are more pressing matters now. You reach your nose and mouth to his armpit, still moving on his lap. The scent has now shifted into a more deep and sweet aroma of sex, the taste remaining sharp on your tongue. All of your senses are overwhelmed by him, you’re filled to the brim with his essence, and just about ready to burst.

You can feel him move his hips up to piston into you while you messily ride his cock. All thoughts are gone from your brain, you’re enveloped by him and you cry out in pleasure when you tumble over the edge. He keeps pumping into you as you writhe on his chest, guiding you through your climax. Once you’re spent and limp, he flips you over and takes charge once again.

“I’m not done with you yet, pet,” he growls and snaps his hips, making you keen from overstimulation.

He’s back to fucking you relentlessly, his thumb traveling to your clit. Once it touches you, you jerk your hips to escape the intense sensation, but he doesn’t move away. He draws tight circles on your clit as he pounds you and it doesn’t take long for you to come a second time. Your walls clenching around him push him into orgasm with you this time and he spills his cum inside of you.

He falls down on top of you and you both stay still for a while, trying to catch your breath. You’re so drained that you nearly fall asleep, completely forgetting that you’re still on the floor of the gym. What snaps you back to reality is the sound of Secondo muttering your name.

“Wait… you remember me?” your eyelids fly open and you turn towards his face in surprise.

“Of course I do, tesoro. That was one of the best nights of my life,” he replies with a fond smile.

“I thought you were too drunk to remember anything at all… But then why didn’t you say anything just now?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Because you didn’t. Maybe you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, a bit of anxiety poking through his otherwise steady voice.

“Ha, as if I’d forget something like that! I’m sure that was just another Friday night for you.”

“I assure you, it was not.”

“Can- can we do this again? I mean- not this exactly this but- you know,” you stumble over your words and he chuckles at your awkwardness.

“Yes, I’d be glad to. Now let’s leave before the cleaning ghoul gets here, hm?” he starts to get up as you still lie on the mat.

“So the gym does close at night?”

“Not officially, but they have to clean at some point, no? Here,” he holds his hand out to help you up and you accept it.

After you clean up and part ways, you’re walking back to your room in disbelief of this chance encounter. You had thought that the wild night was nothing special for him, just another Sibling to take for a ride of their lives, never to talk to again. But apparently you were wrong. Maybe there was something there.