I’m so glad ur back!! <3 I love ur stuff so I was wonderinggggg 👀 copia teaches Latin or what ev and catches the reader dozing off during the lesson? and perhaps asks them to stay after? 👀
Okay so this ran away with me, and maybe got a liiiiiiittle bit darker than first intended... And by darker I mean hornier. You woke the beast here lol
TW/ Spanking (with a meter rule... how traditional lmao), degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, student/teacher dynamic, hinting at reader being unfaithful (but not really...), reader is ofc 18+ and fully consenting.
f!reader x Cardinal Copia
18+. MDNI BEYOND THE CUT!
Perhaps if your partner had not kept you up all night with his sinful tongue and insatiable lust, you wouldn't have found yourself slumped over your desk as you dozed off in Cardinal Copia's Latin class.
It was the meter rule he usually used to point at the chalkboard cracking down on the wood by your head that woke you with a start, sitting bolt upright and face to face with a very pissed looking Cardinal.
"Am I boring you, Sorella _____?" he asked, stern features staring you down. Your cheeks turned a shade brighter than the red of his cassock, embarrassment consuming you while the rest of your siblings looked on at the display.
"N-no, Cardinal. I'm so sorry, I didn't sleep we-"
"I didn't ask for excuses. Stay behind after class. You will make up for the lost time, sì?"
"Sì, Cardinale..." you bowed your head in shame, and he paced slowly through the rest of the desks and continued the lesson.
As the rest of the siblings filtered out of the class when it came to an end, you hovered by the Cardinal's desk, waiting for him to finish erasing his chalk and acknowledge your presence.
"So, you feel my class is the perfect opportunity to catch up on some sleep, Sorella?"
"No, Cardinal. I'm sorry... It won't happen again."
"I'm sure it won't. I think you need a fitting punishment, something that will make sure you do not fall asleep where you sit for the rest of the day, no? What do you think?" He leaned on the desk with his gloved palms, hovering a few inches away from your face.
"I'll take whatever punishment you see fit, Cardinal."
"Good," he spat, pushing his weight off the desk and folding his arms over his chest. "Perhaps a sore behind will keep you awake wherever you sit for the rest of the day. Raise your habit, panties down, over the desk."
You did as you were told, knowing better than to argue with the Cardinal. His wrath would only mean a harsher spanking, and he was already mad enough as it was...
"How many centimetres in a meter, cara mio?" he asked.
"One hundred, Cardinal," you said, cheek smushed against the wooden surface.
"Good girl. I think that's too many spanks, 100... Shall we knock off a zero? I think 10 will do..."
"Yes, Cardinal."
You heard the rattle of him picking his meter rule up from where it lay against the chalkboard, and he rounded the desk to stand beside your exposed behind.
"Count for me. In Latin." Before you could reply, a swift THWACK sounded, and a searing pain shot through you where your ass met your thighs and your pussy sat in between.
"U-unus..." you stuttered, biting your lip to stop a whimper of pain escaping.
"Good," he praised.
Another THWACK, this time a little higher across the fullness of your ass.
"Duo..." you cried. You could have sworn you heard him scoff in satisfaction.
THWACK.
"Tribus..."
THWACK.
"Quattuor..."
THWACK.
"Quinque," you were sobbing by now, the burn across your ass radiating through your entire core. You were ashamed to admit that it excited you...
"Tell me, before I continue cara," he began, "what made you so tired for my class today?"
Embarrassment swept over you again, and when the Cardinal bent down to look into your eyes for an answer, you had to bite your lip and close them.
"Look at me!" he shouted, smacking the ruler down beside your head on the desk again. "Answer the question."
"M-my boyfriend... we were, uh... having sex, Cardinal."
"Aaaah," he chuckled darkly, "your boyfriend. I see. I wonder what he might think if he knew you were bent over my desk with your rear bruised and inflamed... dripping for me between your thighs...
Before you had time to argue, to try and find some dignity in the situation and save face, you were met with another THWACK.
"Sex..." you cried out, the innuendo not lost on you. The Cardinal laughed almost maniacally.
"Sex is correct, Sorella..."
THWACK.
"Septem..." Your voice wavered now, tears building in your eyes.
THWACK.
"Octingenti!" your voice came out as a shout, the ruler now landing where the first had and sending ripples of pain and pleasure through your soaked core.
THWACK.
"Novem!" The tears spilled over now, dripping down over your nose, yours cheeks and hitting the desk.
"Doing well, cara. Just one more..." he praised.
THWACK.
"Decem!"
"Brava ragazza! You took it so well, hm? Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, crouched down beside you as his hand stroked the back of your bare thigh just under where the welts were forming.
You couldn't speak, could only whimper as the tears fell.
"Cara, you must use your words or I'll have to take that as a no..."
You tried to speak, you really did, but your mind was so preoccupied with the stinging of your behind... Your mouth opened as if to say something, but no sound came out. You looked somewhat like a goldfish, trying so hard to find something to say.
"I see. More punishment is necessary, I fear. On your knees," he instructed. You didn't move right away... "ON YOUR KNEES, SORELLA!" he shouted, and you slunk down to your knees before him, sniffling pathetically. His patience had worn thin.
"First, you disrespect me by sleeping in my class," he popped open the buttons of his cassock as he spoke, "Then, you disobey an order during your punishment."
With his cassock open, he unzipped his pants and fished around to pull his cock out from it's confines. He pumped his fist along his length once, twice.
"This disrespect cannot be tolerated, sorella. You will show me respect, sì?"
He leaned down to your eye level, "Do you show your fidanzato (boyfriend) the same disrespect?" You shook your head no. "Speak!" he gripped your chin in his hand, the leather of his glove squeaking.
"N-no! I don't! I'm sorry, Cardinal, I didn't mean to-"
"Enough," he stood up straight. "Go ahead," he gestured to his hard length, level with your eyes. "Show me some damn respect."
You knew what he wanted, and frankly, you didn't want to say no.
And so you leaned forward, parting your lips to circle around his reddened tip, leaking already. When you tasted him on your tongue, you clenched around nothing and earned a hiss from above you.
With your tongue, you swirled patterns against his head for a moment until finally you started to take more of him, swallowing him down with a wet warmth that had him groaning and throwing his head back. It took all his strength to stay still, to not take his pleasure from your throat.
You found your rhythm, bobbing your head to take him to the hilt and back over and over. Soon enough, his hand wrenched your veil from your head and your hair fell down your neck. His fingers wound their way into your hair, tugging from the roots as he held you still and began to rock his hips, pistoning his cock into your mouth.
You took everything he gave you, moaning against him and adding vibration to many sensations that were bringing him closer and closer to his end.
"Cazzao, sorella... Making me want to fill that pretty pussy of yours too, eh? Are you as warm and wet down there as you are here?" he tapped your cheek as he thrusted. You could only respond with a whine. "Do you want that, sorella? Want me to fill your pussy, better than your patetico fidanzato ever could?"
"Mmhmm..." you admitted, just noise around his cock but he heard it. He definitely heard it.
In a quick and fluid motion, he pulled you off his cock by your hair and made you stand, bending you over the desk where you'd been spanked before.
With no prep whatsoever, he slid into you so easily, your arousal doing all the work for you. He doubled over in pleasure, resting flush against your back as he just waited there, feeling you.
"So tight, sorella... Fucking perfect, eh?" he began his movements again, matching the pace he had set before as he thrusted into you, shoving you time and time again against the desk with your habit bunched up around your waist.
The slaps of his hips against your beaten ass sent shockwaves of pain through you, but mixed with the extreme pleasure you felt at his large cock filling you and hitting your cervix every fucking time, it was sensational.
"He can't fill you like I can, eh? Can't fuck you like I can?" he panted in your ear, biting at your earlobe as he rutted against you.
"N-no, Cardinal!" you cried, so close to a release.
"Can he make you cum on his cock? Or do you have to help him, hm?"
"I-I have to help... use my fingers... oh, fuck!" Your head fell onto the wooden surface, hands grassing behind you and gripping onto his sleeves.
"You're gonna cum from just my cock, sorella. Let go," he instructed, and sure enough, a few more perfectly angled thrusts had you clenching around him, your walls grasping to keep his seated deep within you as your body convulsed and bliss burst through your body.
You were so tight around him, dragging his orgasm from him too with every slap of his hips against your ass. Soon enough, he rammed into you one final time, orgasm too strong to even attempt to continue even at a stuttering pace. He filled you with his cum, seeping out around the base of his cock and down the insides of your thighs.
The two of you came down together, bodies going slack and laying against the desk, his weight on top of you grounding you after such a powerful orgasm.
As the Cardinal caught his breath, you began to laugh in your blissed out state.
"Something funny, cara? What is it, hm? Laughing at your patetico boyfriend?" he jeered.
You reached behind you to playfully slap his arm.
"Shut up," you laughed, the two of you standing and adjusting. He walked to a drawer in his desk to pull out a box of tissues and wipe away the mess between your thighs and over his now softening cock.
"Careful, tesoro, or that mouth will get you in trouble again!" he smirked. You rolled your eyes again, adjusting your habit to fall as it should now you were somewhat cleaned up.
"How did I do? Convincing?" he asked, doing up his fly and leaning against the desk, arms folded across his chest.
"Oh, very. Almost made me forget my patetico fidanzato," you winked.
"I'm not actually patetico, though? No?" he gave you a puppy-dog look, as if it wasn't he himself who'd started the whole "pathetic" angle.
"Maybe just a little..." you teased, stepping between his legs and pressing a kiss to his lips. "But that's why I like you."
He smiled then, genuine and sweet, reciprocating your kiss and holding you by the waist.
"That was fun though. Perhaps I ought to keep you up every night so you fall asleep in my classes more often?" You laughed then, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Oh sure, but what would my patetico fidanzato think?" you mocked. Of course, there was no pathetic boyfriend. At least, not other than Copia. But maybe he was a tiny bit pathetic, for you at least...
"I'm sure he'd be fine with it," he played along. "But the other siblings may get suspicious if I keep you back at the end of all of my classes, no?"
You nodded in agreement - that was the last thing you needed. Your siblings finding out that you had in fact entered into a secret relationship with Cardinal Copia? That he was the reason you were so tired so often, these days?
No, no. That couldn't happen.
"But I do intend to keep you up all night again tonight, tesoro. And every night..."
A/N: Ayyyyyy see it's all fine no one was unfaithful and everything was consensual... Sorry, this idea came to me and I HAD to write it lmao
