This is long overdue, but I wrote a birthday present for the lovely @belissmatopolina a couple months ago and yes I'm pretty proud of it
Warning smut under the cut and if it doesnt make sense I DONT CARE
Character is referred to gender neutrally and has a pussy 👍👍
Also tagging @creamo-for-primo cause uh idk why but I have a suspicion you might enjoy this
Primos garden had been a sanctuary for you since coming to the ministry, the quiet dirt work was a nice break from the constant migraine of paperwork and orgy propositions. And of course seeing Papa didn't make things any worse, his kind demeanor and horrible jokes made you feel right at home in his private garden. And you couldn't help the crush that developed, his arched nose and melodic voice wooed you within days of working with him. Within weeks casual touches went from a reassuring hand on your shoulder to a quick slap on your ass whenever he snuck behind you. You never minded his dirtiness, actual soil or his casual attitude towards sexual advances, but Primo was always polite in his own way.
Of course he wouldn't mind a dirty joke of your own. It took a bit of planning, a good pair of sewing scissors, and a peek into how soon you could get another habit, but you were certain it would at least make him laugh.
The sun was shining and you couldn't keep the smirk off of your face, it wasn't your fault that you were bad at keeping secrets!
"Ciao, bella vista," Primos sultry voice rumbled into your ear, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. He had forgone his chausable and was clad only in a dark dress shirt littered with stains and a pair of slacks, but his paints were as pristine as they were at this morning's Black Mass.
"Buon pomeriggio, Papa." You continued to plant the bulbs, pretending to pay him no mind as his hold around you grew tighter. Primo chuckled, "Your Italian is getting better every day, il mio fiore."
His compliment made your cheeks flush, they always did. At least you were prepared to return the favor. You brought your hand to the neckline of your shirt, an old pyjama top you didn't much care for, and tore it.
His gasp made your head spin. You reached for his hand and moved it upwards to your newly exposed breast.
"You were saying, Papa?" His hand shook and it only added fuel to your fire. You could feel the heat rushing from his hand to your core, then he squeezed your breast gently.
"I've told you a million times my darling," he massaged your breast more roughly, "call me Primo." The growling roll of his r's never failed to make you drip and you were sure he could feel your heart racing under his touch,
"Do you have no more fire in you, il mio fiore? Just enough to get me going, eh?" Primo rumbled into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He hummed in response to your silence, groping you one last time before moving his hand downwards to cup your throbbing pussy.
"Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled, "you might be worse than me, piccola puttana."
That went straight to your cunt. The groan that escaped your lips was guttural and your legs clenched around his hand, pressing it farther onto your dripping heat. He hummed in approval and ground his half hardened cock into your plump ass, "I knew you would pull something like this, did you really think I didn't notice how you've been looking at me? I don't think ever seen a Siblings so full of lust," he scoffed and pressed a wet kiss to your bare shoulder, licking a trail up to your ear, "or so painfully desperate." You moaned at his words, you couldn't deny that you had been undressing him with your eyes or the many nights you'd spent with your hands between your legs wishing it was his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything.
"So quiet for someone so ready only a few moments ago, have you changed your mind?" You felt his hand waver against you but you quickly pressed it back into your core.
"No!" You shouted a bit too loud. "Please, please Papa I need you." A grumble escaped his chest and he pressed the pad of one finger onto your clit, eliciting a wanton moan from you.
"Not Papa." He circled his finger once, almost as a warning. "To you, I am Primo. I am just a man who wants to fuck you until you are a sloppy, brainless mess. Would you like that, darling?"
You could only nod, the thought making you grind into his hand to relieve the tension his voice alone caused you.
"I take that as a si, my flower?" A breathless confirmation escaped you in the form of a desperate, moany "yes". He removed his hand from your clothed pussy and took your hand in his, leading you out of the greenhouse and into the Papal quarters. People were staring but you couldn't bring yourself to care a single bit, they should know that Primo still gets some and that you would proudly give it to him.
Translations:
Ciao, bella vista - Hey, good looking
Buon pomeriggio - Good afternoon
Il mio fiore - my flower
I'm sorry if those arent right I used google translate and idk if american english terms translate like that into italian feel free to come for me if you are an italian speaker
Part 2 under the cut
Also adding that this is unrealistic but by satan I know lynn could make it work
More and actual smut and uh hurt comfort
Also sorry but no translations this time around I was writing this during and shortly after exams so I was lazy
His room was not nearly as lavish as you would think a Papas would be, the colors were low in tone and warm. And of course there were plants everywhere, ferns, succulents, vines that climbed up one wall and out the open window, and plants you didn't even know existed flowered in various nooks and crannies. His bed was made neatly and looked plush, soft blankets folded and stacked in a corner. He guided you to it and sat you down, pushing your waist down and standing in front of you. Primos hand slid up body from until he tilted your chin upward and softly caressed your bottom lip. You couldn't resist the urge to capture in between your teeth, grinning up at him. He chuckled and gave you a soft smile,
"Feisty. I like that." He removed his thumb from your mouth with a pop, "Do you think you can use that mouth of yours for something more interesting, il mio bel fiorellino?" You nodded absentmindedly, eyeing his tented slacks. Primo noticed and raised a brow,
"You see what you do to me, darling?" He took your hand and guided it to his hardened cock, smiling down at you sweetly while you palmed him.
You took it upon yourself to slide down onto your knees and unzip his slacks, mouth watering from the fucking size of him. When you finally got him out you had to admit to yourself you wouldn't take him all, he had by far the biggest and best dick you had ever seen. He obviously trimmed his pubes, making them not unruly but still prominent at the base. His lengthy shaft was lined with veins and thick enough that you had doubts it would even fit in your mouth. Your jaw was hanging loose and he took advantage with a speed you could have never expected. He placed the heavy tip on your tongue, leaking precum into your mouth with a mischievous grin.
"You think you can take me all, il mio fiore?" He tipped your chin up to meet his mismatched gaze, "I think you can, I think I could fit the whole thing in your pretty little pussy."
You whined around his cock, maybe you could try and take him all. His hand slid from your face to the back of your head, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear on the way. The gesture was much more intimate than you would have thought a hookup with Primo would call for and it made your heartbeat falter.
Then he shoved your head down his length, you let out a shout as he hit the back of your throat and realized you didn't even have half of his cock in your mouth. You whined again as he kept your head still with a shaky hand, his chest rising and falling dramatically.
Primo gave you a soft smile as he caressed your hollowed cheek,
"You look so sweet like this, il mio caprifoglio." You used his praise as an excuse to run your tongue along the portion of his lengthy shaft that was in your mouth, earning a hiss from Primo. You couldn't help but smile around him, never in a million years would you have guessed he was so reactive. It probably would have made you blush if he wasn't using your mouth as a fleshlight.
Primos' shaky groans and gentle curses were hellsent, better than anything you'd ever heard. A symphony of ghouls couldn't compare to the shaky praise and pornographic moans falling from his lips, but when he pulled your mouth away from his cock you couldn't help but make you wonder if you did something wrong. When you sputtered an apology he merely offered you a devious grin, tapping his bed almost impatiently.
"Now darling, did you really think that's all I would do to you?" He offered you a hand and pulled you upwards, smiling softly at you. His eyes trailed to your precum soaked lips as he spoke again, "I may be a dirty old man but I don't just use pretty things like you for my own pleasure." He chuckled to himself, his mismatched eyes seemed to lose focus almost as if he was planning something, "unless you ask nicely, of course."
He slid his hands under your ass and lifted you onto the edge of his bed with a surprising amount of strength. Your mind drifted to memories of him lifting bags of dirt with little effort, the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulging under a tight dress shirt. And the small grin he would throw your way if he caught you staring of course, his mismatched eyes scanning you as you tried to make an excuse.
He brought you back to reality by spreading your legs as far as he could, looking at your clothed core like a predator at its meal. His strong, calloused fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants and he slida them off slowly. Primos smirk grew every time he grazed over a sensitive patch of skin, making you quiver and stifle a moan. One of his skilled hands found its way to your mouth, pressing past your lips and down on your tongue.
"Don't try to hide those pretty little noises from me, fiore." He grinned and finally got your pants off of you, running his palm over your soaked pussy still dreadfully hidden by your underwear. "I want to hear every one of your whorish little sounds."
And then he ripped your underwear off. Asshole. You made a mental note to remind him he owed you before his calloused finger dipped into your dripping hole, erasing all thoughts from your head and making your body take over. Your back arched as you practically rode Primos single digit, moaning and begging for more.
"P-please, Primo, I need more." Your mind was already cloudy at the stimulation, "I just want you to fuck me, I've been waiting so long-" you cut yourself off with a guttural moan when he drilled into a spongey spot you could never reach. His eyes lost their admiration and joy as he dig his finger into that spot over and over, making him look almost evil.
"You've been waiting?" He scoffed harshly and started stroking himself, "You've been teasing me since you stepped into my garden, il mio fiore, now you have to be punished. Little cockteases like you don't get to be fucked just because they want it." He drew his finger away and spat into his open palm before hammering back into you with two fingers, your eager hole swallowing them with hardly any resistance as you yelped at the added stretch. Primo chuckled as he finger fucked you, cooing at your pathetic attempt to get off. He slid his other hand up your waist, sternly guiding your grinding.
"Such a good little pet, once you get past all that teasing." He suddenly stopped moving and leaned over you with a dark look in his mismatched eyes, "you won't tease me again, will you?" You shook your head frantically and tried to fuck yourself on his finger, babbling pleas for more of him. His eyes stayed stern as he started moving his digit inside you, making a come hither motion right against your g spot.
He kept fingering you expertly until you were clenching on his digits so tightly he thought you would cut off the circulation, the rough pad of his finger finding sensitive crevices you didn't even know existed until you spasmed around them with a cry. The kindness returned to his eyes as he caressed your cheek while you came down from your high,
"Now, do you think you're ready for me, il mio fiore?" You nodded and tried to lean on your elbows to look at him properly, but your arms were still shaky and you fell back onto the bed. He chuckled, "such a cute little thing, but you have to use your words." A frustrated groan left you,
"Please, Primo. Please fuck me." His smile sent shivers down your spine and he began lining himself up with your fluttering entrance,
"Bene lavoro, fiore," he whispered as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. You gasped at the stretch as he bullied himself into you, the slight burn from the lack of lube only adding to the pleasure.
Primo quickly froze up and stopped moving. Completely. You looked up to see his eyebrows knit and lips pursed in what you assumed was frustration.
"Is everything alright, Primo? Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head and remained half inside you, arms shaking.
"Ho bisogno, di un momento," he groaned, you knew enough Italian to know he needed to stop.
After a few minutes he shook his head,
"my back. I-I can't do this."
He looks towards you with sadness in his eyes and embarrassment flashing his cheeks beneath the paints. He drew himself out of you slowly and without making eye contact but you were already cooking up another way to get him in you. Once he was drawn out of you you leapt into action, hopping off the bed and darting over to his bedside to fix him a spot. He merely watched you stack pillows and pull his blankets back, when you turned to ask him if he needed any help getting onto the bed his heart fluttered in his chest.
"I should be fine," he stated but you shook your head.
"Not what I asked, I said do you need help."
Primos cheeks flushed under his paint and after a brief struggle he was comfortably lounging on his bed. He couldn't deny the pit in his stomach, you probably felt obligated to do all of this, maybe even pity. He didn't want pity, he wanted to worship you. Since you stepped into his greenhouse he had admired your looks, and after a few conversations your wit, charm, and ability to match his lead humor had him in a chokehold. Some days he was convinced his paints weren't enough to conceal the flush you brought to his cheeks, a gentle smile in your lips was soon enough to make him think he was having a heart attack.
While Primo had gone silent, brows furrowed in concentration, your eyes found a pair of silky looking pajama pants. You quickly grabbed them and slid them on, and they were softer than you could have imagined. But you had other plans, plans that involved your heating pad which was sadly all the way across the ministry in your apartment. You turned one last time to Primo, still lost in thought, and darted out of his room.
The door clicking shut swept the old man back to reality. He had to admit to himself he was disappointed that you left but understood, you hadn't gotten what you wanted and made your leave politely at least. Primo sighed, something in his back was aching but his pills were in his bathroom. So he tried to shut his eyes, the time would go by faster if he slept it off.
Primos' door was loud, and for no reason. It opened with a creak, closed with a groan, and clicked shut all loud enough to wake him. Or you would have thought, since he was still snoring. You snuck in and gently nudged his shoulder,
"Papa, I have something for you."
Primo snored again and swatted you away,
"Lasciami in pace, ghoul." He rolled over and continued snoring, you couldn't help but smile at the thought that maybe he was dreaming. Nevertheless, you persisted. His newly exposed mountain of pillows was a perfect place for the heating pad, placing it gingerly and then trying to roll him back over.
Primo was jolted from his slumber by a searing pain and a warm hand. He grumbled and sat up,
"Pensavo di aver detto di andarmene-" his complaining stumbled when he saw your face, eyes wide and your palm on his shoulder.
"I brought something for you," you retracted your hand slowly, "it's just a heating pad. But maybe it'll help whatever happened with your back."
His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest, it stammered and stuttered and sent chemical cocktails to his brain that made him feel fuzzy and warm and an array of other things he didn't want to admit.
You had done something wrong and you knew it. He was too quiet. He looked angry. You took a shuddering breath and started towards the door,
"Wait!"
You turned back slowly, waiting for Primo to say that he didn't want to see you and doesn't want you back in the garden, for him to tell you to climb the stairs to Sistors office to receive penance for infantilizing him, for anything really.
"You may stay if you'd like to."
Your body flooded with relief, the hot flush of embarrassment finally leaving your body. You plopped down next to him and pressed your side against his, leaning into the combined warmth of the heating pad and his body heat. Primo hummed gently and hooked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him.
Conversation had always flowed between you too but finally the dam of today's awkwardness broke and let you speak freely with him. Your bantering led into the early hours of the morning when both Primos and yours sides hurt from laughing, you finally leaned against him with a final laugh and told him you needed to sleep off his horrible humor. For some reason, that's when he noticed your pants. Well, his pants, but they might as well be yours the way the satin clung to your curves and shined in the gentle lighting of his room.He chuckled,
"I like your bottoms, fiore." Your cheeks burned when you realized you were still wearing his pants but Primo was already ahead of you, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and pulling them down with a smirk. He flung them across the room and admired your already exposed and wet cunt before looking up at you with lust filled eyes.
"May I?" He slides his hand up your legs but stops right above where your plush thighs squish together. You simply nod, entranced by his long fingers and their nimble movements. When he pushed 2 fingers into your wet hole you keen and start to feel yourself shaking already as you grind into his palm.
"Primo, please I just want to-" you moan into his neck as he keeps pressing into that spot that makes you see stars.
"What would you like, fiore? You've done so good waiting." Primos eyes glide up from your hole up to your flushed face,
"would you like my cock, darling? Is that what you're trying to tell Papa?" You can only nod as his movements inside you slow to a stop, but you keep riding his fingers. Your arousal coats his palm and leaks down his wrist,
"You leak like a whore, darling. And you already had me inside you once today, is that enough for you, mio puttana?"
"N-no, I want more. Please Primo let me ride your cock, I want it so bad. I want you to stretch me out and fill me up until I don't know my own name," you whine into his ear. He sighs and removes his fingers from you, giving you almost a disappointed look.
"I really thought you could wait, but you're just a slut, aren't you, darling?" Primo chuckles at your pathetic display, but indulges you. He takes your hand and places it on his half hard cock that slightly tents his pants before taking your chin and pulling you closer,
"You're going to have to work for this, mio fiore. If you can get me hard you can ride me as hard as your heart desires, alright?" You nod and Primo grins, taking his hands off of you and lounging back into his pillows.
"Whenever you're ready, darling."
Palming him in this position you can see him grow, his cock swelling as his eyes follow your movements. You grasp him gently through his pants and he gasps lightly and he feels even thicker than you remember, it makes your mouth water and your sex leak. Before you can think about it you're pulling his pants down again and taking him in your hand, stroking him slowly and watching his body catch up to your ministrations. Primo hisses through his teeth and grips his sheets while his face and cock flush deep red not unlike the rose he tended to.
You straddled his hips quickly after getting him fully hard, not wanting to waste time on the foreplay any longer. Primo simply watched you as you lined up his tip to your entrance and sank down so agonizingly slow. Your face twitched at the combined stretch and burn of his manhood and he noticed, he spat in one of his palms and encouraged you back up his length with the other. Now it was your turn to watch as he lubricated his shaft with saliva as your tight hole clenched around his sensitive tip. He smiles at your scrunched up face, ruddy and riddled with need and he takes mercy on you. He guides you back down himself slowly but surely, the need to be fully sheathed inside you overtaking him.
"F-fuck, fiore, you think you can take me? Do you think you can stuff all of my cock in your tight little hole?" He sounded surprised that you had even take most of him, but you wouldn't stop until all of his length was buried deep in you.
When he finally bottomed out within you, you were still hovering. But your brain could hardly process that you were this stuffed, he stretched you more than you knew you were capable of. Primos hands were shaking as he gripped the sheets and took in the vision of you speared on his cock. Your face even more flushed than before and properly fuck out, drool leaking from your mouth as you circled your hips. He couldnt bring himself to silence the whines and mewls falling from your open mouth even with praise. You resembled lust herself, taking what she wanted and leaving no survivors.
Bouncing on Primos cock brought you to your edge faster than you ever experienced, the lewd noise of skin on skin mixed with your whines and his barely contained grunts could have made even Lilith herself flush. You clenched around him one last time before your slick dripped out of your stretched hole, Primo close behind with a moan and small thrust into your womb. His slightly watery seed mixed with your slick as it dribbled out of you and he swiped a finger to catch a glob and press it to your waiting tongue.
"Don't we taste so wonderful together, darling?" You nodded and with shaky legs tried to dismount his softening member, but your muscles wouldn't cooperate. Primo noticed and hooked an arm around your back so he could pull you into his chest,
"You did so good for me, did you have a good time too, fiore?"
You nodded and felt yourself succumbing to sleep already, Primos warmth surrounding you even more as he pulled a blanket on top of you both. He kissed the top of your head when you started snoring and drooling, finding it absolutely adorable how easily you had ruined yourself on him.
Next time, Primo told himself, he would ruin your pretty little pussy his way.
