Papi the DILF (Papi x Reader)

Chapter 13

You and Alien arrived at Popee's headquarters. You were surprised to see nobody around.

"Strange," thought Alien. "I could have sworn this was the right place."

"It should be," you pulled out a crudely drawn map in crayon. "According to the coordinates, there should be no mistake this is the place."

"Let's split up and look around."

You found searching through every door in this facility for any sort of sign of life, whether it be Popee or Kedamono or even Papi. You doubted Popee would have made it so easy to find Papi though.

You finally entered a darkened room lit only by the fireplace in the corner. The sound of a jazzy saxophone solo being played through a record player filled the room. You found a familiar young boy lounging on a velvet couch with a smirk and a wine glass in hand. The wine glass was filled with Baja Blast from the last existing Taco Bell. He was sporting his usual striped outfit, but he also threw on a red velvet robe over it.

"Y/N," Popee said in a low voice attempting to sound seductive. "How nice of you to drop by."

"Popee," you replied carefully. "You're my friend and I don't want to have to fight you, but Alien is here and we brought mechs. I just want Papi back."

"Papi, Papi, Papi," Popee's eye twitched and the volume of his voice slowly amplified. "Papi! Papi! Papi! Papi! Is that all you ever talk about? Papi!? Papi!? Papi!?" Popee threw his wine glass filled with Baja Blast onto the floor. "What about me? The lovable, adorable Popee the Performer?" Popee grabbed a knife and threw it at you. It barely sliced your cheek. "You sadistic tease! I did all this for you, you know. I did everything for you!" Popee walked up to you, his face getting uncomfortably close to yours. "I did everything for you." Popee let out a strange laugh, filled with more anger than humor. "I gave you a place to stay, I cooked you soup, I even did some performances to make you laugh, and still! I am not good enough!"

"Popee..." you began, but Popee was too far into his monologue.

"It's Papi! Papi can provide better roofs over your head. He can load you up with carnival food and crap. His performances are so much better than mine!" Popee laughed again. "I thought I did everything right, and still you fall for him. You're so cruel, y/n. So why am I still in love with you?"

You frowned. There was nothing you could say that could calm him down. Well, maybe there was, but nothing you could really think of.

Suddenly, Popee removed his robe, and ripped off the clothes underneath. You quickly shielded your eyes, but when took a double take, you saw that Popee wasn't naked. He was wearing Papi's clothes.

"Now you'll love me, won't you, y/n?" cooed Popee. "Please, y/n, just stay with me."

"Popee," you said. "Did you take those clothes off of Papi before putting them on yourself?"

"Don't worry. I washed 'em before I put it on."

"So that means..." the gears in your head began to turn. "Holy shit! Papi's naked! I gotta go find him!"

You quickly ran out of the room.

"You can run, y/n," growled Popee, before pressing a sinister button. "But lets see you try to outrun this!"