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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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One Stormy Evening (Secondo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Inspired by @ramblingoak Tumblr. Picture by @novaiisk . This is my first time writing smut, please be gentle with me lol.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, lots of fluff with a big bit of smut in the middle. Fingering, oral sex (F. Receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, slightly dom!Secondo

You hummed quietly to yourself, your attention focused through your magnifier as you worked on restoring a piece of artwork that had been found deep within the storage system of the Abbey. You were the ministry's leading archival specialist which meant any important artwork or ancient copies of scriptures went through your caring hands before they were cataloged and put away with the other relics. "Well you certainly seem busy today little one." A smile forms on your lips at the all too familiar nickname.

"Papa, how are you this evening?" You look up from your work to see Secondo gazing at you from a nearby set of shelves.

"I'm well my dear, thank you for asking." The faintest glimpse of a smile can be seen on his lips. He motions to the painting in front of you. "Would it be alright if I take a look?"

"Of course Papa." You motion him over to your side. "I've just about finished with this one, someone dropped off an entire crate of old paintings that were found today." He marvel's at the piece that sat spread out before you. Your talented hands were able to lift the deepest aging, restoring even the most fragile of pieces to their original beauty.

"I never cease to be amazed by your work tesoro." You can't help but blush at the direct complement. Secondo lowered his face next to yours, peering through the magnifier to see the details. His gaze suddenly turns to you, mismatched eyes pinning you in your spot. A gloved hand moves up to your face, thumb carefully running over what you were sure were dark circles under your eyes. "When was the last time you took a break?" You didn't want to answer him, you had started on this particular piece almost 14 hours ago now, only taking a couple minutes here and there to rest your eyes. You just simply shrug at his statement. He sighs, reaching over to turn off the light you were working under. "Come with, I think you've earned the rest of the night off." You let out a small giggle as he takes your hands in his and guides you from your seat, placing one of your hands in the crook of his arm as he begins walking with you.

"Papa?" He lets out a soft hum, eyes not leaving their position where they were trained on the path ahead. "Thank you for coming to check on me, you didn't have to do that."

"I'll be honest with you. I know how long you've been working." He mulls over his words for a moment. "I've been in the library all day doing translations, I haven't seen you take a single break… Call me soft, but you worry me sometimes." He lets out a faint chuckle. You both pause as you reach a fork in the hallways. If you took one hall it would bring you down to the wing where Secundo's quarters resided. Down the other was where your dorm was located. "Tesoro, would you indulge this old man and join me in my quarters this evening?" You weren't sure if you had heard him correctly or not. Anxiety growing with every second you remained quiet he proceeded to explain himself further. "I would like to take it upon myself to ensure that you have a hot meal tonight. Besides," he clears his throat, his eyes still not meeting yours, "I enjoy your company, I would like to spend some more time with you, if that's alright."

"As long as I'm not imposing Papa… spending some more time with you would be nice." You smile warmly at him, his gaze finally landing on you.

"You could never impose my dear. Every moment spent with you is a welcomed one." You smile, hugging his arm for a moment to show you appreciate what he said. Secondo was a man of few words, something that had always made you curious about him. He seemed completely content just existing within your space. If the two of you happened to find yourselves in the library at the same time he would always manage to be sitting a couple tables away from you. The two of you worked in separated silence while you both managed to keep each other within view. You would occasionally find yourself in his office, checking up on the plants that Primo had gifted to him, being careful not to disturb him while he completed his daily paperwork. Every so often he would chime in, attention never leaving his desk as he spoke. "I'm not sure if I'm giving that one enough water, I thought the leaves looked a bit brittle." You would check the soil and the overall health of the plant and reassure him that he was doing just fine. It was small moments like that that would always put a smile on your face. You couldn't help but shudder at the sound of the wind roaring outside.

"Bad storm tonight, huh?" Secondo nods.

"It's supposed to go on all night." You jumped at the sound of thunder outside, tightening your grip slightly on his arm. Secondo places his free hand on top of yours in a comforting gesture. Upon finally making it to his quarters he keeps you close, placing his hand on the small of your back as he unlocks his door and ushers you inside. "Please, have a seat, I'll put the kettle on." You sunk into the warm, worn leather of his couch as you watched Secondo move about his quarters. After a few moments he returned to the room with two cups of tea, he set them gently on the table in front of you. Another crack of thunder caused you to jump. You looked out the window, subconsciously wringing your hands in the process. Maybe you should have just gone back to your dorm. Regardless of how much you wanted to spend time with Secondo, the fact that you were scared by such a thunderstorm of all things made you feel embarrassed. "Tesoro, are you alright? You look nervous."

"I'm fine Papa, it's just-" before you could finish your thought, thunder shook the room, the lights going out all at once plunging you into complete darkness. You reached out for Secondo, grabbing blindly in the blackness that now consumed your vision until your fingers finally found the soft fabric of his Papal Robes. You felt his hand slide over yours, picking it up gently as he guided himself closer to you.

"It's okay little one, your Papa's right here." His voice was soft, warm breath fanning over your face alerting you to just how close to you he actually was. You felt his arm slowly slip around your waist, hesitant touches that showed he wasn't positive on how you would react. "I was going to light some candles, but if it will make you more comfortable I'll stay right by your side."

"I'll come with you." He stood, never breaking physical contact with you so you could know where he was. He took your hand, leading you up from your sitting position so you could make your way around the room together. He struck a match to light the first candle, his features now illuminated by the warm orange glow. Secondo quickly lit the wick before waving out the flame of the match. His eyes landed on you, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly at your smaller form standing mere inches from him. It was the first time you had genuinely seen him smile.

"See? Everything's alright." He lights every candle he can find, bathing the room in a soft light that was easing your anxieties as the moments went on. You returned to the couch, Secondo took a long sip of his tea, allowing you to build up the confidence to ask him the question you had on your mind.

"Papa?" He hums, setting the cup back down on the table and turning his full attention towards you.

"What is it, little one?" His voice remained in that same calming tone. His mismatched eyes slowly scan over your features, as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

"Can…" you took a deep breath, "can I stay here with you until the storm passes?" He breathes out a chuckle.

"Tesoro, you can stay here with me as long as you like." Your heart flutters in your chest as your eyes lock with his. You sat and talked with Secondo for hours. The two of you sat with a blanket covering your laps, knees occasionally bumping together as you shifted and moved as you spoke. You had reached a lull in the conversation and it gave you a moment to just look at him. He still wore his Papal paint, which was now smudged. A soft smile formed on your lips as you watched him fidget with the edge of the blanket. The peaceful silence you had found yourself in was once again disturbed by the storm outside. Thunder roared in what you felt was a ceaseless manner when Secondo did something you didn't expect. He leaned over and covered your ears with his hands, dulling the sound as much as he could as he tried to give you a comforting expression. He was smiling again, a gesture so faint that you probably would have missed it if you weren't looking directly at him. You placed your much smaller hands on top of his and tried your best to return the expression, quietly mumbling out a thank you so he knew how much this meant to you.

He glances down at your lips for just a moment. Hands still covering your ears even though the thunder had stopped, thumb rubbing languid lines across your cheek. In one swift movement he leaves forward and catches your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. You barely had time to respond before he pulled away. You trailed after him, the feeling of his lips on yours still haunting your senses. "I'm sorry Tesoro," was it you? Did you do something to put him off? Before you had the chance to let your anxieties take over he continued. "I don't want you to feel like I'm just trying to take advantage of you." He looked somewhat embarrassed by his actions.

"Papa," you say softly, his gaze meets yours once again. "You are one of the most gentle, respectful men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Why do you think I'd feel that way?" You took his hands in yours. It was your turn to comfort him now.

"I know what they all say about me Tesoro. My brothers get labeled as passionate, kind, sweet… Meanwhile I'm gruff and terrifying, that I use Siblings purely for sex and nothing more. I don't want you to feel that way. I don't want you to worry when I kiss you if I'm just trying to take things further, if I hold you that my mind is wandering elsewhere. I've kept my distance to be respectful, but I don't want to have to stay away from you anymore." You slide closer to him, placing a hand on his jaw.

"Secondo," you heard his breath hitch in his throat at the sound of you calling him by his name. "There hasn't been a single moment throughout the time that I've known you that felt like you were trying to take advantage of me. Even when I first moved to the Abbey I never listened to what the other Siblings said about you. The Secondo I know is kind. The Secondo I know would never do anything to hurt me."

"Amore… do you think we could try that kiss again?" You nodded.

"You can kiss me as much as you like Secondo." He smiles at you, a bright full smile as he chuckles.

"Well in that case." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You let out a surprised squeak at his actions. "Is this okay?" He asks, loosening his grip on you momentarily in case he had made you uncomfortable.

You hold his face tenderly in your hands. "This is perfect." He hungrily catches your lips in a kiss. You lean into him, body now flush against his as you let him fully envelop your senses. You felt his fingers squeezing your waist, hands slowly sliding down until they fully cupped your ass. You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. The rumors about him being bitter and frigid might be untrue, but the ones about him being a horny old man weren't. You pushed your ass back into his palms, showing him the contact was welcomed. He groaned in response, a deep rumble from his chest that vibrated your body. Kissing him made your head spin in the best way. There was no doubt in your mind that Secondo was experienced, but this was something you had never experienced before. His lips left hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You felt him smile against your skin at every little gasp or stifled moan that left your body. You ground your hips against him, eliciting another delectable groan.

"Amore, if we keep this up I won't be able to stop myself from taking this further." His voice came out low and raspy, an almost dangerous tone in his words as he hinted at the events to come. You both sat there for a moment, chests heaving with labored breaths. On one hand you had been fantasizing about this moment practically since you had met Secondo for the first time. On the other, you had heard the stories. Siblings that has hooked up with him only to awake the next morning to an empty bed and a note telling them to collect their belongings, feel free to shower and to freshen up, but to leave before he returned to his quarters that afternoon. He could tell the apprehension of your features. He gently took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gently drawing your attention back to him. "We don't have to do any of this if you don't want to."

"I just…" you sighed, trying to find the right words to say. Secondo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "I don't want to do this and wake up alone in the morning."

"Tesoro, you have my word. You will never wake up alone if I can help it. I-" He cut himself off. You could see it in his face. He wanted to let you in, he wanted to say something profound and emotional to sweep you off your feet despite the fact that Secondo was known to guard his emotions. He fidgets with the fabric of your habit, unable to meet your eyes. "I've found myself falling for you amore. I know I'm not typically very vulnerable, but I'd like to try…for you. I'm tired of sleeping around. I want someone to call mine, I want you to be mine amore." He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. You glanced up at him, his longing gaze the only thing you could see. You grab the collar of his Papal Robes, pulling his lips back to yours. Secondo tightens his hold on you as you adjust yourself in his lap. His hands ran up and down your thighs, you shivered at the sensation. He laid you back on the couch, removing his body from yours for just a moment so he could scoop you up in his arms. He grinned down at you as you let out an excited squeal. He carries you to his bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. You glanced over at him, biting your lip as you watched him pull off his robe. His gaze was trained on you as he carefully undid each of the buttons on his shirt.

"Secondo." You say his name sweetly, your voice already dripping with lust for the man before you. "Come here." You sat up, never breaking eye contact with him as he walked to the bed. You finished undoing the buttons on his shirt before helping it off his shoulders and onto the floor. His bare chest was warm beneath your fingers. You slid your hands down his body, goosebumps forming under your delicate touch. You ran your hand over the bulge that was starting to form in his pants. Secondo groans at your touch, head falling back as he lets out a please sigh. You undid his belt and freed him from the rest of his clothes.

"Your turn amore." He kissed you hard, guiding you backwards until you were laying on the bed again. He dropped to his knees, pushing your habit up to your waist. He kisses and nips a trail up the inside of your thigh. You whimper at the light contact, squirming under his touch. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you." He chuckles, hooking his fingers into your underwear, pulling them off at an agonizingly slow pace. He places wet kisses across your stomach and up each of your thighs before he finally decides to humor you. He pushes your thighs apart, completely exposing yourself to him. He doesn't give you any time to prepare as he runs a firm flat tongue over your clit, earning an unholy mewl from your lips. He hums against you, sending vibrations through your whole body. You reach down for him, your breath coming out in shaky bursts as you try to hold yourself together through the assault from his tongue. He takes your hand, sucking your clit into his mouth and earning a pleasured cry from you. Two leather clad fingers began teasing at your entrance before sliding fully inside of you.

"Fuck! Papa…" You moan, squeezing his hand tightly. You feel his fingers curl inside you, moving at what seemed like an almost inhuman pace that had you seeing stars. He repeatedly hit a spot inside you that sent a jolt through your whole body. A tight knot of pleasure began forming inside of you. "Papa…" you stammer out. "I-I'm gonna." Before you could get your release he removed any contact he had with your body. You threw your head back with a groan, your body shuddered at the sudden emptiness. You pushed your habit fully off your body, leaving you covered in nothing but your bra. You felt Secondo's arm slip around your waist. You were very swiftly and effortlessly sat on one of his thighs. You let out a gasp as he bit into your shoulder, his fingers trailing up your sides and over your back to undo your bra.

"What a pretty little thing you are, amore." He whispers seductively in your ear, wrapping his arm around you and allowing his hand to slide up to your throat. You pressed yourself against him, whimpering as even the slightest friction. You bit your lip, trying desperately to hide how easily he had you coming undone, even though that fact was very obvious from Secondo's soaked thigh. "Show your Papa how good he makes you feel pet." You begin to roll your hips, establishing a rhythm against him. The room was filled with the sound of your small gasps and moans, you felt his leg tense underneath you which only added to the pleasure you were feeling. The sensation of leather on skin as he slid a hand across your stomach sent a shiver down your spine. You let your head fall to the side as his lips found their way to your neck. His grip tightened in you slightly, fingers pressing into you perfectly to give you a blissful, dizzying headrush. Your pace quickened, your moans become more fervent with each passing second. Your movements became more erratic as you neared your orgasm, Secondo noticed this and chuckled. "Naughty little thing, coming undone just from riding your Papa's thigh." He growled in your ear. "I can't wait to have you, pet, to feel how perfectly I fit inside you." His words only turned you on more, your moans growing louder as you desperately chased your release. You were becoming desperate, riding Secondo's thigh felt incredible but it still wasn't enough to let you finish. You needed him.

"Papa…" you stammer out between your heavy breaths, "please…"

"What is it my pet? What do you want your Papa to do to you." He was enjoying this, you could hear it in the tone of his voice. He grabs your face, turning you to look at him. "You're such a pretty sight, amore. Already a desperate mess for your Papa." He chuckles. His lips meet yours in a heated kiss, remnants of you still on his lips. His arm hooked around your waist, allowing him to flip you onto the mattress. His body now hovering over yours, hard cock teasing at your entrance. The hand that rested near your face came to rest on your cheek, making you look at him before his lips were crushed against yours again. He slowly pushed himself inside of you, you moaned against his mouth. His tongue slid against yours, muffling your moans as he gradually began to pick up his pace. Every snap of Secondo's hips has you seeing stars. You clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as every thrust threatened your release. "You feel so good amore, so good for your Papa." You couldn't form a coherent thought. The words of praise, the pure euphoria that surged through your body was almost too much for you to handle. Secondo's thrusts were losing their steady rhythm as he neared his own climax. His hand moved down your body, his sole focus to make you finish before he did. You gripped him as tightly as you could, cries that would wake Satan himself leaving your lips as Secondo finally let your orgasm crash over you. Your vision went white, your teeth sinking into his shoulder to stop yourself from waking the whole Abbey. Doing so caused Secondo to grab a fistful of hair and pull your head backwards, forcing you to make eye contact with me. He smirked down at you; pupils blows, moaning incoherent nonsense due to him fucking you stupid. He kissed you hard as he rode out his own climax before he collapsed on top of you. You kissed the side of his face, holding him close as you both caught your breath. Your skin stuck to his when he eventually rolled off of you, both of you drenched in sweat. "Are you alright my love? I wasn't too rough with you was I?"

You let out an exhausted chuckle, rolling over to face him. "You were perfect." The two of you remain locked in one another's longing gaze.

"You stay right there amore, I'll be right back." Secondo disappears into his bathroom, emerging moments later with a damp washcloth. He sits on the edge of the bed next to you, gently cleaning you up.

You reach out and caress his face. "Thank you." He smiles softly at you, leaning down and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. Once you felt like you could move again Secondo helped you into the shower. Your legs, although no longer shaking, still felt weak as you walked across the cold wooden floor. You sighed blissfully as the hot water ran over your skin, Secondo joined you in the shower after removing his tarnished Papal paint. He held you by your waist, pulling you out of the water slightly so he could wash your hair. You leaned into his touch with a pleased hum. The two of you dried off together and got into bed, Secondo holding you close against his chest. The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. Secondo tried his hardest to open up and be vulnerable with you. You appreciated just how much effort he was putting in. You eventually drifted off in his arms, feeling a kiss on your forehead as you fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning you let out a pleased sigh as you remembered your night prior. You reached over to the other side of the bed to find it empty. You shot up, looking around the room, Secondo was nowhere to be found. You looked over at the nightstand to see the one thing you were dreading the most, a folded up piece of paper. Tears stung at your eyes, you were preparing to rip up the note when you heard laughter from his living room. He was still here. You decided to open the note. 'I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were awake amore. My brothers stopped by and I didn't want to wake you. I've left you some clothes in the bathroom. Feel free to get dressed and join us for breakfast if you would like.' You smile, he had kept his promise. You changed into the clothes he had left you and made your way out of the bedroom. "Good morning everyone." You were welcomed by a chorus of jovial greetings.

"Good morning amore." Secondo pulls you into his lap, causing you to giggle. You kiss his cheek, he smiles softly at you. You gazed at him fondly as he picked up the conversation with his brothers again. He was all yours, and you couldn't have been happier.

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