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rightintheghoulies · 2 years ago

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Subby Secondo: Part 1

I have no idea how many parts there'll be- it'll depend on how much I can write and how long for. Some posts might be short and sweet...

18+ MDNI

Secondo & fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, choking, pegging in later post, a little bondage, overstimulation, a bit of angst

Secondo has been extra wound up lately- probably burnt out from Sister Imperator running him ragged. You’re afraid he’ll end up sick if he doesn’t slow down soon.

Even the siblings have been wary of his recent temper, and not been so forth coming as usual with offering him some ‘company’.

His strained voice calls you in from behind the door. He hasn't even taken his paints off yet- just undone a couple of buttons on his black shirt and rolled his sleeves up. His head hangs low as he sips some Absinthe and walks to the front of the desk in his bedroom.

You close the door gently and lock it. 'Everything ok, Papa?'

He gives an unconvincing 'Si' over his shoulder.

'Anything I can do?'

'Just tired, Cara' he says putting his glass on the desk, back still facing you.

You put the small bag you have on the bed and tentatively make your way over.

'Can't you ask Sister for some time off? Or at least more help? I'm happy to do extra tasks'

'It will calm down again soon. There is just a lot going on right now' He takes another swig of his glass.

'Would you let me take you out? We could go for a walk or something just to unwind?'

Silence.

Your torso grows heavier and heavier; like the weight of his despair and fatigue has filled the room and seeped into you. You've never seen him like this and it's terrifying. Sod it. Time to act.

'Can... I… take care of you, Papa?' You say softly.

His ears move slightly as he makes an expression, but what, you can't see. He fiddles with his hands, cracking his knuckles.

You move forward some more, then do something you hope you won't upset him; place your forehead lightly on his back. The urge to touch him with your hands is making you irritable so you hold them together.

‘Let me take care of you, please. Just for now. Just for once’ you beg.

Secondo rubs his brow, forgetting he still has his paints on. Looking at his hand he sighs.

It seems highly unlikely that he has ever gotten close to a ghoulette before, but you figure the worst he could do is send you back to hell if it ended up being a hard ‘NO’.

'Like what?' His tone unbothered.

With one swift move you pull his forearms round his back.

Clunk. Click. The handcuffs you held with your tail fit his wrists perfectly.

Secondo's growing smirk could just be seen as he turned his head to look at you over his shoulder.

Too late to back out? Yeah. A little bit.

You knew even if you ran away now, Papa would not let you live this down. It'd be his wonderful secret to torture you with, to ask 'inconspicuous' questions about, and pressure you to divulge what you were planning to do to him.

Silently composing yourself, you grab his hips turning him gently. Yes, that smirk is still there as he looks down his nose at you. He perches on the desk and crosses his ankles.

'So... do you have a plan, piccolo?'

Welp, you've started now. Might as well commit.

Leaning into his right ear, letting your warm breath tickle his skin.

'Si, Papa; I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face' A rolling purr starts in your throat but leaves your mouth as a long, low growl.

The man's face slowly drops. His eye lids half close. Breathing becomes deeper and slower for control.

You start just below his ear; soft, deliberate kisses following the artery down the side of his neck.

He tries hard not to move and give away the fact that it's working. Unfortunately for him, the sharp intake of breath when you lick from his 'salt cellar' (the V between the collar bones), dragging your wet tongue up to his left ear, is a sure sign.

After guiding his earlobe into your mouth with your tongue, you suck firmly, moving your head back and forth a little to graze him with some teeth.

A pleased moan escapes you as you suck hard while pulling away, leaving his lobe to fall out of your hot mouth.

Papa shudders, leans forward, mouth open to gasp for air.

You lean in and rest your forehead against his. Tingling warmth blooms in your chest so intense you must stroke his face and kiss his cheek.

It's ok, Papa. You're safe. I'll look after you.

Secondo's lips reach for yours, but you keep moving your head away, then ghosting past his lips to taunt him repeatedly.

Nipping along his jawline and chin, your hands get busy opening the rest of his shirt. Glancing down you can't help but notice how effective you've been so far. Your body slams against Papa. Nails and fingers tear his shirt away from his torso and run fiercely over his back, waist, hips- anywhere you can reach. You dig your talons into his waist and your tongue into his mouth.

Both of your heartbeats shoot up. Neither of you can avoid whimpering and moaning at the bliss of this full-frontal contact.

No. You can't succumb. Don't give him what he wants yet.

Begrudgingly you put some distance between your bodies.

His eyes blink and brows furrow, catching his breath.

Hooking your fingers into his belt you pull him away from the desk and into the middle of the space. Loosening the buckle, you focus on the metallic clinks to ground yourself.

Eyes lock together. Fingers push the top button of his trousers free then drift down to the zip. It glides smoothly, barely making any sound.

Your hands itch to feel his skin again so you slide them into the waistband and force it down over his hips, the curve of his ass, and further until you need to bend down a little. Taking this perfect opportunity, you lick his chest as you bring yourself upright.

His cock visibly twinges through his black boxers. A dark patch forming in one spot. The smell of his precum makes you gush and now it’s your turn to slow your breathing down.

Testing his sensitivity, you lightly brush your right hand from his balls to the tip of his cock. He body twitches. You share a smirk.

Lucifer, I need him.

The pad of your thumb rubs the wet tip in circles. The man huffs and hangs his head again. He groans at the friction of his boxers. After a few moments your thumb kneads along his slit. His groan is louder this time.

It’s getting more and more difficult to resist your own urges. You just want to give him what he wants, what he deserves, make him feel cared for and less lonely.

When his groans begin to wane, both of your hands slip around his belly, and down his lower back. Having to reach that far behind him makes you lean forward, pressing your tits against his chest, and your cheek against his.

Fingers then palms slide into his underwear, hooking your thumbs over the edge guiding them down to meet his trousers.

Papa quickly pushes his open mouth to yours but before he could take your lower lip between his teeth, you remind him who is in charge.

CRACK. Your tail recoils behind you just as fast as it lashed Secondo’s ass. The big breath he took in came out almost as a growl.

Your abdomen heats up. Your clit twitches. You can feel yourself swell and throb.

Daddy. I mean Papa. I mean Daddy. I mean Papa…

He looks at you through his eyelashes with a tiny grin, but you swear you see teeth.

This is the hardest time you’ve ever had controlling yourself since being Earthbound again.

Using his cock to pull him forward, you snarl, slowly extending your tongue which Secondo eagerly takes. It’s nasty and deliberate. Both of you wanting to just let go and devour each other but managing to show restraint.

Your kissing lasts longer this time; long enough to fully appreciate the rise and fall of his chest, small hums, and leaking head rocking back and forth.

Stroking your hands down his sides to the backs of his thighs, you begin working the upper muscles with your strong fingers. A quiet whimper followed by a group of moans mean you’re on the right track.

Moving up to Papa’s backside you can feel the warm, thick line across his cheeks created by your ‘whip’ earlier. Grabbing big handfuls and massaging his flesh encourages him to push his hips into you more.

While relishing the sounds and sensations of the moment, you realise a glaringly obvious task you’ve not included in your itinerary. Bringing your left hand firmly to his lower back and your right hand to his testicles, you begin rolling your digits. His gasp into your mouth is nothing compared to the one he gives when you swiftly press two fingertips behind his scrotum.

You’ve always loved hearing him curse in Italian. For some reason it fills you with affection and delight. The time to worry is if it’s in Latin- that’s heavy duty stuff.

So now as he mumbles profanities in his native language and drags his face into your neck, you are so very, very happy.

Pressing harder, and moving in painfully slow, circular motions you ask your Papa ‘Do you prefer this way? Or…’ You switch to the other direction. ‘…this way?’

First came a high-pitched whine. A loud moan rumbled into your neck as he leaned harder against you.

Turning your head to his, you hold swollen lips against his skin and breathe in the smell of his paints and cologne. You smile.

My beautiful Papa. My beautiful boy.

While you continue to make him literal ‘putty in your hands’, you bring your left arm up to wrap around his torso. Your lips skim across the skin available to them and rest in another place, then another, and another.

After a while and a mixture of whines, whimpers, and a lot of swearing, your fingers ease up. With his forehead heavy on your shoulder now, Secondo closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths.

‘Still with me, Papa?

He nods.

‘Bravo ragazzo. I really hope that felt good, because I have something that’ll hopefully make you feel amazing…’

Lifting his head, he raises his eyebrows.

You give him a soft kiss before walking to your bag on the bed. You admire the view on your return with a quiet sigh.

One of your hands graze his stomach and lays on his chest, while the other holds something up by his ear.

Delicately kissing his face, you squeeze the raised hand.

CLICK. VVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…

Your man’s eyes widen as the small bullet vibrator inches closer to his earlobe.

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