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A LIST OF SLUTTY THINGS I WANT TO DO WITH CIRRUS, SODO, AND SWISS BECAUSE THEY LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE —- MINORS DNI 18+ —-<3

@randomfandomdreaming as your roommate I’m not only making you read this but you’re also gonna do your own version <3 love yah lol

Cirrus

-god damn-

-Mommy??? Yes. No sorry needed. She is THE mommy

-I want this woman to call me a good girl while she takes a seat on my face

-The things this woman could do to me

-ST E P O N M E

-A strap on longer than Papa’s seven inches of satanic panic- PLEASE

-I want her to hit me. Spit on me. Whatever she sees fit, fuck it lol

-lord satan have mercy

-I wanna be under this queen-

-give her head while she’s practicing <3

-I don’t think she should complain if you called her mommy

-I feel like she may be a switch though Frfr

-I wouldn’t mind her calling me mommy either

-i bet she’d sound cute-

-customized fun toys lol

Sodo

-where do I begin..

-this man..

-H A N D S

-THE daddy of the daddies

-hail satan sure but what about sodo??

-this man could make me nut without touching me I swear

-I think his hand would make a great necklace

-I want this man to fuck me everywhere on everything

-idc

-this man could nut in me and I don’t think I would complain

-the only man I’d let put their dick near my face Frfr

-I bet the after care is AMAZING

-He’s ROUGH in bed and no one will change my mind

-I’m 4’10, imma make the short king feel like a giant in one way or another

-please fuck me stupid. P L E A S E

-I wonder if he has a thing for biting. Satan I hope so.

Swiss

-bondage.

-I don’t need to explain. Just bondage

-he KNOWS what he’s doing

-this man will turn you into a pillow princess

-mans can smack my ass and I’d ask him to do it again lol

-he could spit in my face and I would say thank you with no hesitation

-he’s feral.

-the dumb ones fuck the hardest (I say this with love)

-mans would rip his mask off to make out with you easier, I mean for satans sake, he broke his mask while fucking his guitar on stage

-give him head while he stands on his platform of shame

-I want this man to take a chapter out of sodo’s book and finger pain on me with his cu-

Terzo x F Reader - Spanking, Degradation, Breeding

Thank you katfish__ on Twitter for bringing my words to life! Check out her full NSFW version here.

**WARNING for explicit content below**

One Missed Text

Summary: You haven’t returned Papa’s text! - or did you? Well either way he’s very upset with you for seemingly ignoring him, and he intends on teaching you a lesson in manners.

CW/Tags: male masturbation, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, degradation, possessive behavior, breeding, blood, aftercare, spit kink

Word Count: 3.3K

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! I’m bringing back an older fic of mine from AO3 that I haven’t posted here before. I hope you enjoy it!

Poring over text, you sighed. Sister would have your head if you didn’t complete your work by Friday. You were searching for hours in the Unholy Books for references to give her on the week’s upcoming Black Mass sermon: gluttony. That was not nearly as exciting as lust – unless, of course, you were gluttonous for a slice of your beloved. Speaking of, Terzo had not returned your last text message. You were hoping for a midday romp to break up the monotony of the day’s tasks.

You were both teasing each other throughout the day, as you often did on the most boring days to keep each other entertained during the endless meetings and duties. The other Siblings would tease you when they saw your face light up. “Another text from Terzo?” they would ask, knowing full well the answer. What was the subject matter of those messages?…well, that was a secret after all.

“Please…” he had begged through text today (mixed with several undecipherable emojis) after you sent him a quick nip slip photo. “I must have you. Come to me.” That was over two hours ago.

“Name the time and place,” you responded. You saw the text bubbles indicating he was typing, over and over, until they finally disappeared. Frustrated, you tossed your phone back into your purse and continued perusing the books. It felt like forever had gone by. You picked up your phone again just to check for a notification. Nothing. And it had only been 5 minutes. He was so eager before…what happened?

…

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Terzo was pacing back and forth in his office. He stared at his phone, no notifications staring back at him as if mocking him. He huffed and put his phone back in his pocket, and paced around some more, continuously pulling out his phone every 30 seconds.

His dearest had sent him the most salacious photo (which he immediately saved to his photo roll)…and he felt the heat rising in his trousers. Thank Lucifer he had no more meetings so he could fuck your brains out in his office.

He had responded to your last text inquiring the time and place, “Now. My office, ovviamente. Where else potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome?” but you had not responded and he was growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Was the last text too much? Surely not; you had fucked in every scenario before – slow, fast, loving, passionate… aggressive. Maybe you weren’t feeling his assertive tone today? Oh, how he hated the increased paranoia and anxiety that came along with being in love; it drove him mad.

He opened up his camera roll, where he saved all your cheeky photos to his ‘hidden’ album. Texting the password to the album with his left hand, he started to thumb the erection forming in his pants. He leaned back in his office chair and kicked his legs up on the desk, scrolling through the photos while unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants with his right hand. He grabbed a few tissues from his desk and tossed his head back, imagining your mouth on him as he stroked himself faster and faster.

…

It was nearing 5 o’clock and you still had not heard from him. The day was over, and you decided to take up the Siblings’ offer of joining them for dinner and drinks. You headed over to the mess hall and grabbed a bite to eat, chatting with them over a pint and trying to enjoy Ghoul karaoke night (Alpha was “performing” in a series of barking and hissing). You felt a bit dejected, drowning your sorrows in French fries and lager, but tried to brush it off – figuring Terzo got busy during the day. Ever since he had been anointed Papa you saw less and less of one another.

You decided instead of feeling angry, you would reward his hard work with the best fuck he had ever received. You downed the rest of your drink to give yourself a little extra liquid courage, waved goodbye to your friends, and headed back to yours and Terzo’s bedchamber.

When you walked in, you found him leaning against the dresser, cigarette in his mouth and lighter in his hand. Just before he lit up, he caught your gaze and rolled his eyes. You hadn’t realized but your demeanor had changed as soon as you saw the cigarette, your brow furrowing in disdain.

“Come to piss on the fun again?” he huffed, shoving the lighter and unlit cigarette back into his pocket and walking into the bathroom.

“What?” you asked incredulously, following him. (“Not in our room!” you exclaimed the last time he lit one up in bed with you post-coitus.)

“See what you make me do!” He fumbled around in the top drawer of the double vanity, pulling out a nail file, and began to file his nails a little too forcefully.

You stood in the doorway and propped yourself against the doorframe.

He pointed the nail file at you. “You left me hanging today, amore.”

“Me?” you asked, still incredulous at his lack of self-awareness today. “What about you? I was waiting all day for you to tell me where to meet you.”

“Amore!” he exclaimed again, throwing his hands up in the air. His anxieties were building up in him like lava. “So I’m the problem again? I told you to meet me in my office. I waited for you all day – you see how crazy you make me? I even had to take care of this myself – ” He motioned down to his pants, a small tent already formed in his trousers.

You looked down and smiled at the sight. You couldn’t help feeling a little amused. In a way you felt powerful to have such an effect on him.

“Oh you think it’s funny, eh? Well we’ll see how you like being punished for such insolence.”

“Terzo my love, I was waiting for your response all day,” you assured him, but he wasn’t having it.

He exclaimed something unintelligible in Italian under his breath, throwing his hands into the air again then continuing to aggressively file his index and middle fingernails on his right hand. His face turned mischievous as he eyed you out of his peripheral. He turned to you and asked, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Your face blushed instantly as you knew where his mind was headed. The arousal that had been building up between your legs all day suddenly came trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t act so innocent, amorina,” he said with a smirk. “I know you like to tease and brat, but I expected you to behave today.” He walked around you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

You gulped. “Check your phone,” you piped up. He rolled his eyes once more in response. You reached forward, trying to get to his pocket, but he easily swatted your hand away. “Check it!” you urged. “I would never leave you unanswered.”

He seemed skeptical but pulled out his phone and went to his messages. “Oh,” he said, suddenly changing tone. “It appears I did not hit ‘send.’”

“See?” you said triumphantly, trying to get past him to look at his screen, his futile attempts to keep you from looking failing. He tried to erase the message quickly but you read it just in time, blushing again at what he would’ve sent you.

He shook his head as if shaking off the embarrassment of his unnecessary theatrics. “This changes nothing. You should have known where to come and to obey me as soon as you saw the last message.”

You smiled at him, amused that he did not yet have the poise nor the patience that his older brothers had as head of the Satanic Church. He might’ve had a few forehead wrinkles, but sometimes he reminded you of a younger man. He certainly had the impetuousness and stamina of one.

You stepped back into the room, hooking one leg seductively over the leather armchair in the corner, exposing your upper thigh through the slit in your habit. “That’s right,” you said, running with his game. “I was so disrespectful to not heed your call right away.” You took off your veil, tossing your hair back and running your hands through it to smooth down the flyaways.

As you were busy trying to look as seductive as possible, he slid right up next to you, his hand reaching through the slit in your habit. He inhaled the scent of your hair and groaned under his breath, his hand pawing at the hem of your panties. His hand trailed against the cloth, feeling your wetness already saturating it.

“I thought of you all day,” you whispered against his neck, feeling his breath on your cheek, the smell of his spearmint gum washing over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders affectionately.

“I can tell,” he said. His touch could be so soft and delicate – when he wanted to be – he had already snuck two fingers past the hem of your panties at your entrance. He brought his hand up his under his nose, thumbing your slick in between his fingers. He turned you around roughly and unzipped your dress in one motion. He tore the fabric off you, exposing you in nothing but your bra and underwear.

“Take them off,” he said, gesturing towards your panties. You obeyed swiftly, and tossed them to the side, wearing nothing but your bra now. As you did that, he took off his belt and kicked off his shoes. He folded his belt and snapped it, almost threateningly.

You eyed the belt from the side, your arms steadying you against the armchair. He had never used a belt on you before; you were only used to the palm of his hand, and he was usually quite gentle.

He saw the glimmer of fear in your eyes and came up behind you, placing the belt on the arm of the chair beside your elbow. “I’ll be gentle for today, amore,” he assured, slipping his hand between your thighs, teasing your wet entrance again. Instinctively, your shoulders relaxed and you sighed, relieved.

“But still you must be punished, no?” He took your chin in his free hand, forcing your face to the side, closer to his lips. You nodded in his hand, moaning slightly as his fingertips roamed around, pushing inside your entrance teasingly. “You see how horny you make me, mmh?” he whispered into your ear, groaning on the last syllable. He pressed his clothed erection against your bare ass, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Open,” he commanded, squeezing your mouth open. He gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat into your mouth, then clamped your mouth shut again. “Swallow.” You gulped. “That’s Papa’s brava ragazza. You’ll do anything I say.”

You eagerly anticipated his next move, wanting to feel his warm seed rush inside you after waiting all day for him, while simultaneously wanting him to take his sweet time antagonizing you and denying you your pleasure.

“What is my punishment, Papa?” you asked enthusiastically, hoping for him to continue using you.

“I think naughty girls deserve to get spanked by their Papa, don’t you?”

You whimpered slightly and nodded, your chin still in his tight grasp. “Yes Papa,” you feigned lament, hanging your head slack in his palm.

He released his grasp on you and withdrew his fingertips from your cunt, and you slumped over the armchair, holding yourself up by your elbows.

“You disobeyed me today,” he said warningly, palming your ass forcefully – yet still softly – massaging the area before striking again. You nodded in agreement. He cracked his belt again for dramatic effect. Crack! This time the leather hit you harder than his hand, stinging your skin a little. CRACK. You moaned louder, feeling the pain more now. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you mia piccola puttana?” he laughed, sticking his middle finger inside your cunt and feeling more wetness trickle out. He took his finger out and wiped your juices on your back before continuing.

Relentlessly he continued, spewing various obscenities at you in Italian. “Who do you belong to, whore?” he kept asking. “You, Papa!” you would shout through stifled yelps. Every few strokes he would sneak in a gentle touch to your raw skin, soothing the redness.

“You come to me when called next time,” he said. “I do not have all day to wait for some filthy slut to pleasure me. Nor do I have the time to take care of myself day in and day out.” He threw the belt to the side, opting for a more personal touch.

You whined in agreement, preparing for the next strike.

SMACK! he spanked you harder with the palm of his hand. “Mmm!” you mumbled, your flesh throbbing. SMACK! he struck you again.

“I am in meetings all day tomorrow,” he continued as if he was not ruthlessly punishing you and just striking up normal conversation. SMACK.

“Ah! Mmm – then I will be waiting for you here when you return after a long day.”

“No, you’ll be on your knees like the good little slut you are,” he said. Smack!

“But Sister will see – ah! – and anyone else in the room – ” you began but he stopped you.

“Silence!” he hissed, striking your ass once more, even harder this time. “It’s time you put your whore mouth to use and show everyone who you belong to, who you worship.”

All you could do was nod in agreement as he struck you across the ass again. Your skin was raw and aching, and you longed for a more delicate touch. Almost as if reading your mind, it seemed Terzo had ceased the punishments – for now. You peeked behind you and saw him hurriedly take off his clothes. Soon he was undressed, and soothingly caressing the red skin on your rear.

“Are you well, amore?” he asked in dulcet tones, lulling you into relaxation. “I know that was rougher than usual.” He touched your back comfortingly.

You trembled, still holding yourself up against the armchair, but nodded assuredly.

“Good,” he said, inching closer. You could feel the head of his erection prod against your thigh as he leaned in close to your ear. “We aren’t through. Are you ready to be bred like a brood mare by your Papa?”

You gasped as he took you from behind and grabbed you roughly by the hips. He pummeled into you uncompromisingly and determined. There was no graceful entry like when you usually made love; this one was a furious desperation of a man who needed carnal pleasure immediately. “Fuck – Terzo!” you exclaimed, adjusting to his length.

“Take it, whore! That’s it, Papa’s little cum rag. So fucking tight, Lucifer – fuck – cazzo!” he grunted through rough thrusts. You were that tight because he had not worked you up enough in between your punishment and his pleasure. Eventually after a dozen thrusts, you acclimated to his rhythm and pushed back into his cock when he rammed into you. That drove him wild. He cried out an indiscernible, animalistic noise that turned into a laugh. “Oh fuck – Satanas you do it so good – fuck –”

It always pleased you to hear your usually eloquent Papa turn into someone who could barely speak, all because he was inside you, bewitched. Your head spun and face flushed as he continued to pound into you, gripping your hips tighter and tighter until you could feel a warm liquid drip down the sides of your thighs. He was still going – he hadn’t cum yet…

He hastily grasped around your neck and clutched at your breasts until firmly grabbing your shoulder with his left hand, holding you tightly in place, and you smelled iron. You glanced down at your chest and saw bloody fingerprints across your skin. Sticky and metallic, the sensation hit you, making you dizzy. His right hand trailed across your thigh around to your front, smearing more blood along your side to your front.

He deftly parted your labia and circled your clit with his fingertips, mixing your blood with your cum and using it to glide over your sensitive bud.

You moaned, unable to speak clearly. You continued clutching onto the armchair for support, feeling weak at the knees. “Yes – right there – ” you muttered as he delicately fingered you while ruthlessly thrusting into your cunt from behind. You cried out in passion as he hit your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm was close.

“Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato.” As he rammed into you with precision, his breathing quickened until he was moaning your name. “Ho bisogno di te, ho…bisogno – di – te,” he stifled, cock quivering inside you.

You shuddered under him, your body trembling as you came. Your body rocked against his chest and he kept his rhythm, never breaking away from his hold on you. You cried out in ecstasy and slumped forward further over the arm of the chair, spent and breathless.

Wasting no time, he grabbed onto your elbows to pull you closer and thrust into you harder and faster. “Your cunt will be full of my seed – fuck!” he said. You yelped, wanting to relax but he drove through you to his climax, his warm cum coating your walls and seeping out onto your thighs. He groaned, finishing out his high on three final slow thrusts, until he collapsed on top of you. The both of you lay in a crumpled heap on top of the chair for a moment, catching your breath.

“Merda!” he exclaimed, pleased. He kissed your shoulder blade then got up, pulling out of you finally. He crouched down beside you and tucked your now unkempt hair behind your ear. “How is la mia principessa, hm?”

You nodded and smiled, closing your eyes contentedly but unable to speak just yet.

“Ah shit,” he said, looking you over and realizing you were bleeding from where his nails dug in too tightly around your hips. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and took you into the bathroom, sitting you down by the bathtub.

“Ah,” you muttered, wincing. Your rear end was still throbbing from earlier and the cuts in your thighs were stinging.

He rummaged through the drawers and pulled out antiseptic, cotton balls, and bandages. He took a washcloth from the cupboard and ran it under the tap. He knelt down beside you and wiped away the bloody fingerprints all over your body. He wiped off the wounds on your thighs with such tender care you would not have guessed he was the same man fucking you senseless just moments ago. He put antiseptic on a cotton ball and swiped your cuts.

“Ouch!” you mumbled, the stinging overwhelming for a few seconds before subsiding.

“I am sorry I got overzealous, amore. You just make me so fucking crazy.” He opened the bandages and gently smoothed them over your skin, careful not to reignite the pain.

“It’s okay, love.” You smoothed back his hair and gazed lovingly into his eyes. He glanced down at your entrance, still leaking with his cum from moments ago. “It didn’t take,” you said.

“Mm?”

“I went back on the pill last week.”

“I know, tesoro. I saw the pill pack on the counter. It is fun to pretend.” He kissed your forehead.

Italian to English Translations

ovviamente (obviously)

[Where else] potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome? (“[Where else] could I fuck you so hard in broad daylight you’d forget your name?”)

Amore (love/my love)

Amorina (love/sweetheart)

brava ragazza (good girl)

mia piccola puttana (my little slut)

cazzo (fuck)

Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato. (That’s right, my good little girl. Cum for me, my angel of sin.)

Ho bisogno di te (I need you)

Merda (shit)

la mia principessa (my princess)

tesoro (treasure)

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

ao3

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.