all i want is you | x reader

Come together, For Lucifer's son | Papa II x Reader + a nameless ghoul

media: Ghost B.C.
pairing: Papa II/Gender-Neutral Reader

info/warnings:
Cock Warming, Voyeurism, Creampie, Riding, Semi-Public Sex, Smut, Shameless Smut, why have shame when you could write about sexy old men instead, Italiano | ItalianGoogle Translate Italian, Monstrance Clock

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Papa Emeritus II loves when you cockwarm him, sitting in his lap despite one of his ghouls being only a few feet away.

Your heat squeezes around his length while he works, doing paperwork for the church and the band, and your head is buried in the crook of his neck and nuzzling into his comforting scent, your bare chest pressed against his expensive papal robes. One of his hands rubs your nude back, the other writing in neat cursive onto the paper covering the table in front of him.

The nameless ghoul, from the other side of the table where he's doing his own share of paperwork, watches as you shuffle on Secondo's lap and let out a small whine, noticing the way your back curves down to your ass, where you sit, connected to Papa in the most physically intimate of ways. Ghoul notices the way Papas' eyebrows furrow for a fraction of second, the movement shifting the reading glasses adorning his face oh so slightly and Secondo pushes them back into place before going back to work.

The hand rubbing your back slides down to your ass, then moves to grip your thigh, hard enough that you can feel Secondo's short, yet well taken care of nails begin to puncture the surface of your skin. You whine again, loving the feeling of the second Papa's large hands and long, wide fingers pressing against your bare skin and squeezing.

Papa stops writing when you shift again, letting his pen 'thunk' against the table as he begins to play with the hair at the base of your neck and whisper into your ear.

"Are you alright, tesoro?"

You nod into his neck, pressing your lips against his skin in a sweet kiss and you can tell there's a smile gracing his lips as he kisses the side of your head in return.

Then, without a warning, Papa II moves his hips, thrusting up into you and grinning when you throw your head back with a breathless gasp.

"You feel so good around me, mi amore."

From the other side of the table, Ghoul unzips his pants and frees his growing erection, making eye contact with Secondo as he does so. Ghoul strokes himself in time with Papa's thrusts, watching as the older man reduces you into a moaning, shaking mess.

"Papa! Oh, Papa, Satanas- please! Please, please, please!"

Your legs shake as you cum, words muddling together into an incoherent jumble and you see white before collapsing atop Secondo, who grabs your hips and forces you to keep going until he's buried deep inside you, releasing his load with a deep groan.

A few feet away, Ghoul cums into his hand with a low groan of his own.