You are a member of the ministry marketing team and your new merch idea is a grinding mat sex toy inspired by the passionate comments of fans over Copia's appearance, namely his strong nose. fueled by your crush on the Cardinal and the drive to look good at your job, you set out to make improvements.
One thing, though: no one is sure if it actually feels good to use.
Late at night in your office, you decide to take it for a ride. In the throws, you hear something and discover Copia caught some of your indulgence. He takes you back to see how the toy compares to the Real Deal. The next day, truths come out, Copia feels newfound hope return into his heart and you may have it all thanks to him stumbling across you masturbating to him in your office the night before.
A/N: if I had a nickel for every time I’ve written a fic that featured a fake nose used as a sex toy, I’d have 2 nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.
Paring: Cardinal Copia x F!Reader
Words: 11.7k
Tags:Explicit/MDNI Sex Toys, grinding mat, Smut, Accidental Voyeurism, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Light Angst, Fluff, copia is too much of a people pleaser, Masturbation, Clothed Masturbation
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Masterlist
“You want us to sell what?”
Copia sits in his seat, a rolling office chair with other vacant ones all situated around a large, oval table for meetings. Two members from the marketing team stand – better word would be fidget – at the other end while their display and prototype rests on the table. He’s had the utmost pleasure of sitting through one of the more awkward merchandise meetings since becoming the head of the Ghost Project.
And he thought the plushia was the weirdest thing.
The fake cough you give your fist breaks the running stream of thoughts in his mind before you begin defending the proposed item.
“Cardinal. We’ve done exhaustive research after noticing a handful of spirited comments regarding, ah, you, and we think this could be a market to tap into.” You gesture to the offending thing.
Scrolling social media? he answers in his mind.
Quinn, the head of marketing chimes in, “There was a lot of success during Papa Secondo’s time with the band when we sold the Phallos Mortuus.”
Copia leans back into his chair. It squeaks too loud into the unbearably quiet room. His eyes flick from the end of the table to the two back down to the table.
He shakes his head. “This isn’t another Phallos Mortuus. This is a grinding mat with a fake nose sticking up from it.”
“If it makes you feel better, it’d modeled after your nose.”
“Sathanas!” Copia leans back exasperated
“Are you not happy fans like you? That they might be attracted to you?” Quin asks.
A righteous expression forms on his face as he straightens up in his chair. “Of course I like it! I try to make sure I bring the, eh, sex appeal for the American audience.” He leers down the table and seductively raises his eyebrows twice. “They seem to enjoy it, those repressed fucks.”
You cross your arms. “You’ve definitely received an impressive welcome from the fans everywhere. They chant and scream for you!”
There’s a flash of a thought that comes to him, he wonders in that moment if you were one of those fans chanting his name and commenting about him. Copia picked up on a feeling from you during the explanation of the sex toy at the start of the meeting. Your finger stroked down the bridge of the nose a bit too delicately. Reverently, some could say.
He tsks and waves his hands. “A dildo is one thing. This is different. How would we know it would be enjoyable? Does the nose even feel good? It looks uncanny.”
“It's just supposed to act as a nose but maybe we could modify it to be a bit less… realistic.” Quinn nods her head and smiles.
That satisfies the Cardinal and he nods back. The meeting ends shortly after you jot down the notes from Copia and Quinn. She’d given you the task of reworking the toy to be less nosy as she put it.
It sat in your office on the desk. You stared at it, thinking of ways to improve it the rest of the workday. The idea had been completely your own, sparked from a stray ember in your brain when scrolling through comment after comment from fans lusting over Copia. A consistent stream of fans talking of his strong nose, how it might feel across their skin – how it might feel in more intimate places – made your thoughts run wild.
Since the Cardinal Copia took to the stage, you couldn’t deny he had what it takes to lead the band. There was a strange but charming allure to the way he carried himself. During shows, he’s magical. Flirting with the audience, using innuendo with his cane or a roll of the hips, it all made the crowd love him. Copia’s voice is beautiful to you as well and there’s a small seed of hope that he gets to do all of this a little longer.
Over time you couldn’t deny the small fondness, nay, crush that’s bloomed within. The delicate balance he has with his perversions and goofiness are, dare you admit, endearing. He’s not one to deny a nice romp with a sibling and you’ve never heard any bad things to say when the siblings gossip the next morning over breakfast in the dining hall.
You can always pick up on the way Copia swaggers into the hall for his food. He practically whistles some mornings. From the sound of it, he rarely repeats with any siblings. He merely offers up a night of pleasure for anyone brave enough to approach him about it and ask for his “help”. He always plays coy, acting like he has no idea what they’re talking about. He needs them to say it.
Cardinal, would you show me the highs of your carnal delights?
For Copia, he loves the knowledge that someone would go to him to express their celebration of lust. Siblings call out his title for the entire hallway to hear. He revels, soaking up the devotion as he leaves their dorm after with the knowledge of another member satisfied.
They never call out his name, however. The thought always shows up in his mind like a pot heating up on the backburner on a stove. Copia wonders if it means anything deeper and as hard as he can, he brushes off the thought while grabbing his morning coffee.
But then this thing from the marketing meeting popped up. He wasn’t sure what to think at first. There was one part flattery and another part of something else. The specific feeling was hard to pin down. Mockery maybe? It was so different and he hated it immediately. Why couldn’t it just be another fancy dildo?
Quinn and you were adamant, though, that it could be something worth exploring. Ever the professional, she went through the numbers, the statistics, the plan. It would be a limited edition at first. Pre-orders to go up on a certain date and then the experiment would be live.
You, though, looked nervous. This was your first big idea, Copia could tell. You were proud of it but looked at him for some kind of affirmation or approval. A part of him thought it was your weird way of flirting. He knows you’ve never approached him for an evening together.
The day of writing and rehearsing for Copia went fruitless and pointless. Nothing felt right and he’d flubbed lyrics in almost every song. The ghouls could sense his frustration emanating off from him like a thick cloud. Copia had dismissed them shortly after and he stuck around for a few hours to be by himself in the quiet. The only sounds were the occasional piano keys being pressed or frustrated huffs of breath.
The damned grinding mat came back into his mind. He couldn’t understand how anyone would enjoy it. Copia also couldn’t wrap his head around his nose being so tantalizing to everyone. His fingers and mouth, sure. But his nose?
The hours creep by and before he knows, the clock ticks second by second to show the time.
11:00 PM.
“Fuck!” Copia groans. He’d lost track of how long he’d been sitting at the piano.
His joints ache and pop in certain places when he stands. Copia stretches lightly and rubs his sleepy eyes. He can’t care about smudged eye paint. It’s not likely anyone will see him on his way back to his room, anyway. The hallway is silent for Copia and he’s grateful.
In the distance, he thinks he hears something. Someone whispering? A rogue clergy member burning the midnight oil so late they’ve made it to the “talking to yourself” stage. Copia stops then when he hears his name.
And then he hears it again followed by a soft “oh”. He walks closer to where the voice is coming from and the narrow crack in the doorway reveals more than he expected.
You, with your head thrown back, pleasure written all over your face. There’s a soft scrunch to your face as you kneel down on the floor, habit hem bunched up around your thighs as your hips rock against something. You’re kept up by your arms straight behind your back, palms pressed firmly to the ground.
Copia knits his eyebrows. If your hands aren’t between your legs, what could you be-
And then it hits him. The mat. Your great idea in action.
A long moan leaves your lips. “Oh, Copia. Yes, just like that,” you pant.
And then Copia has to go and fuck it all up. He can’t help the sound that comes from him on the other side of your door. He’d bitten his lip to stifle any sounds but a moan escapes before he can do anything about it. Copia looks down and realizes he’d started palming over his crotch and now that you’ve stopped your moving to look over at the door, he feels like he’s the only one who’s been caught doing something untoward.
If anyone asks, you started it.
You should’ve known this was a bad idea. The risk of anyone noticing the pad rolled up in your hands would’ve been a lot worse than finding out whoever was on the other side of your door watching you.
You couldn’t help it! All day was spent coming up with different ways to adjust it. What shape to change the nose to, what angle would be pleasant. Then – and you’ll blame this on your exhausted brain – the thought occurred that no one has even tested it out.
No one actually knows how the mat feels while in use.
The time flashed back to you on your digital office clock. 10:30 PM. No one should be up or even around this section of the floor. If you closed your door and kept quiet, no one would know. The thought alone sent a thrill through you. Admittedly, thinking too much about proper nose angles and grinding methods all day had your body in a state of readiness. Maybe the horny and delirious part of your brain has taken over because the whole plan was starting to make sense.
Just to check, you’d ran your fingers over the gusset of your underwear to feel for any pooling below. And yep, relief is necessary. You shimmied down the garment and once they were discarded to the side, the cool air hitting your now exposed skin sent a shiver up your spine. Your body jolted, spine tingling at the reality of the moment.
A small squirt of accompanying lube for the mat was spread around just in case and then, you’d began. Being unfamiliar with this specific toy, it was hard to find a decent rhythm. Your hands changed spots occasionally and eventually you’d found the right setting. Leaning back on your palms, you had leverage to kneel and settle over the silicone.
A cheap imitation, really, for what you actually wanted between your thighs.
A slow rocking began with your hips. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just different. The texture underneath was pleasantly stimulating around the vulva and the point of the “nose” was nudging nearly perfectly over your clit. It was easier over time to close your eyes and just feel. The soft sighs from your lips coming in quicker intervals and occasional swirling heat below had your mind drifting off to heighten the moment.
On impulse, a gentle “Copia” comes from your lips. You normally call him Cardinal when in his company but throwing caution to the wind, you did it again. Several zings of something pleasant heightens the feeling in your clit and your hips stutter as it rocks against the mat. “Copia! Oh…”
It felt fucking delightful. Why hide it? That’s exactly who you had in mind for the product. It’s his name you should be allowed to chant reverently through your office or back in your room when you’re spending some time with yourself. The desire for release builds the more your pussy grinds against the mat. You throw your head back and know it’s close. Sweet oblivion. A needy whine floats through the office the closer and closer you feel.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “Copia, oh… Yes, just like that baby, oh…”
You register a faint sound from the hallway and the whole world comes crashing back into your mind. There was a crack in the door which means it never closed completely.
Shit.
You scramble up on sore, shaky legs, silently grimacing at the pain. The hard brick flooring wasn’t kind on your bones and you start having regrets on not taking this home.
“Who’s there?” you voice wavers towards the door.
Copia wouldn’t consider himself a coward. But in this moment, he wonders if it’s better to walk away, to make you think you were just hearing things.
“I’d at least like to know who the pervert was that was watching me,” you’d scoffed.
Welp. His gloved hand slowly wraps around the side of the door as he opens it wider. The look on your face as his red suit comes into view and then his face causes a storm of emotions to flash across your face.
Your eyes flick around him as pure noise and several emotions buzz through your head.
Shock.
Annoyance.
Confusion.
Realization.
Shame.
The man you’d been indulging with in your mind with had been the one to catch you. You can’t decide if that’s the best or worst case scenario. Copia stands in front you, waiting for you to speak first. He looks down to the floor and glances over the mat. Morbid curiosity got the better of him and he notices how shiny the area that’d been under you is.
A jolt of misplaced confidence runs up his spine. Copia looks back up to you and maintains strong eye contact as you fidget with your fingers.
“How much did you see?”
“Enough to see that you were enjoying yourself quite a bit.” He smiles. “I’m flattered to have heard it was my name coming from your lips.”
You huff out an uneasy laugh. “I guess I’d been inspired.”
He walks closer to you and in return, you step back to keep distance. You lose your battle when the edge of the desk presses into your upper thighs and Copia smiles down to you when he sees your wide eyes.
“How was the imposter?”
“What?”
“Were you able to come with that paltry thing?”he sneers down to the side towards the toy.
You breathe deep as he invades your personal space. You can almost make out every one of his eyelashes as you stare directly into green and white irises. “I hadn’t managed to get there yet. You… interrupted me.”
He leans back, stunned and raises his eyebrows at you. “You’re saying it’s my fault?”
You’re floundering for words. “Well, I would’ve in the end I think. I was making sure the product, ah, worked.” You nodded. “Quality control, right?”
“How would you know if it was accurate if you don’t know how it compares to the real thing?”
You gulp. “Are you… offering?”
Copia grins wide with a twinkle in his green eye. “All you have to do is ask.” He leans closer again, caging you in between his arms to your desk.
“Cardinal, would you–“
He tsks. “I think we’re well past the point of formalities.”
“I–“ your eyes fall for a break from his fire.
“If you’re going to ask me, you’re going to say my name as you do it,” he growls. There’s an edge of frustration in his tone as he grits his teeth and the low dip in his voice towards the end caused you to gasp softly. You could feel the rumble in his chest.
Copia tilts your chin up on two gloved fingers and you pause, gathering your strength to say the words, “Copia, would you let me know what it feels like to grind my pussy against your face?”
There’s a sinister smile and he feigns a surprised gratitude. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask!”
You want to shove him, to tell him to fuck off. But you can’t. You really do want to know what that will feel like and this may be your one chance.
You start to look around the room for anything to cushion the two of you. Copia shakes his head and grabs your hand to direct attention back to him.
“No, no. We are going to my apartment. It’s much more comfortable there, cara.”
Copia begins to lead the way and your head fills with questions. His room? Does he take trysts to his room? In the far reaches of your mind, you wonder would he let me stay the night in his bed after? Is that something he does?
His apartment is what you’d expect; bigger than the sibling’s modest offerings. He has his own kitchen, though, and a bigger bookshelf to go with his desk. You don’t have a lot of time to take an inventory of his trinkets and setup of the living room because your journey ends in his bedroom. Low light spreads through the room from a couple floor lamps and from what you see, the room looks lived in.
The bed sheets are still rumpled from the morning. A glass of water rests half-empty next to a book and a pair of glasses. It’s endearing to see assorted pieces of clothes strewn on chairs from his fatigue at the end of the day. You imagine the path he'd take slipping off his shoes at the door before unbuttoning his cassock then shirt and how he drops it somewhere to pick up later.
Copia has been watching you, you notice. He observes your minute reactions to being in his room, his private space, and waits for you to say something again. You get the idea this doesn’t happen often and he’s searching you for a reaction.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Copia. This should be more than comfortable.” You smile softly.
He nods, satisfied. “We can do this a couple different ways. Either you sit over me or you lie back on the bed and I’ll kneel down to get right up in there.” Copia makes an invisible path with his finger.
You blush, looking away from his smirk that started forming when you took in his proposal. Sitting over him would probably be closer to what the mat is like but you wonder if your weight would be too much for him.
“Are you sure you’d be fine with me above you? It wouldn’t block your ability to breathe?”
Copia brings your hand up, encasing it between his palms. “Cara, if I die between a woman’s thighs while giving her pleasure, I will be celebrated in Hell. It would have been an honor.”
“Then I say we go with that option.”
“Sei perfetto.” He brings your knuckles up to his lips and kisses them softly. The sound of it screams into the quiet room, you think.
“Could we,” you huff a flustered laugh, “could we start with something less dramatic? I don’t want to jump straight into me grinding over your face. Seems a bit too direct.”
Copia chuckles, light and endeared. “Let’s ease you into it, yes? No diving into the deep end without floaties.”
“Yes.”
The bed creaks when he moves to sit on the mattress. Copia maneuvers himself against the pillows and stretches his legs out before you can sit in his lap. He pats at his thighs a couple times with a saucy grin and urges you to have a seat.
“Come, cara. Please sit.”
You raise your habit hem up a bit to get your knees on the bed to straddle him. There’s an ever-present awareness in your mind that your panties are still dropped somewhere in your office. When you sit down onto him, you might leave a small trace of your built-up slick from earlier. You wonder maybe he won’t mind that and it’s why he asked you to sit in his lap.
And maybe you don’t mind that he doesn’t mind.
You spend a minute settling above him. The feeling of the firm bulge against your core makes a fluttering of butterflies turn to a swarm low in your stomach. Copia’s been hiding how much he’s been affected by everything and you hide your smile at the muffled grunts he makes.
“Are you ok? I don’t need to adjust anymore?”
Copia rolls his eyes, catching on when your hands rub sluggishly up his chest before stopping at his shoulders. “If you move anymore then I cannot be held responsible for how I react.”
Another flutter starts up in your stomach. Copia rises his hand to cradle your jaw in his palm and he rubs his thumb softly over the top of your cheek.
“Would you let me kiss you?” He says your name after the question this time and the blush that spreads through your cheeks pleases him.
“Oh, I suppose.” You mock annoyance, as if the two if you aren’t about to do something much more scandalous. “Yes.”
He leans in to gingerly press his lips to yours. Your eyes close and you get lost in the feeling. He somehow still tastes like his morning coffee and the secret afternoon cigarette you know he sneaks from Sister Imperator. She wants his voice in tip-top condition but old habits die hard you guess.
Copia pulls back to pause and glances up at you to see your eyes are still closed. He wishes he could bottle up the surprised hitch in your throat when he leans back in for a deeper second kiss.
You both hum, delighted, as wet smacks of kisses fill the bedroom. Copia’s hand on your cheek moves to cradle behind your head. His other hand squeezes around your waist, earning a squeak in return from you along with a small fidgeting of your body. He smiles into your kiss and meets your gentle hip rolls with some of his own.
A breathy gasp of surprise breaks through you and your hands cling to Copia’s shoulders. The familiar fluttering comes back to your core and then another sound, a moan, floats out involuntarily. Copia joins you and the two of you create a song of pleased hums, moans of pleasure, and tongued kisses wet with spit as your bodies roll and grind against the other.
Copia groans deep and leans his head back, forcing him to get more air into his lungs. He breathes heavy while looking at your kiss-swollen lips and you bite your lip as one hand moves to twiddle your fingers through the ends of his hair.
“Something wrong?” You knit your eyebrows together.
He hums, scoffing out a laugh. “I’m very close to spilling into my pants and ruining everything, cara.”
You can’t help the excited smile that spreads on your face. It’s embarrassingly toothy. “Oh? I don’t think that would ruin the evening, Copia.”
“But tonight is all about your pleasure.”
“And are you going to deny me if I say I feel good when you are feeling good, too?” You move to nudge his face by tilting his chin up so he can look into your eyes again. “I would hate to leave you unsatisfied. When you have your rendezvous with other clergy members, don’t you both part ways content? If you’re not focused on coming with me then we can forget it but –“
Your rambling is softly shushed away by the shake of his head and a hand falling over yours on his cheek.
Copia frowns. “I–“ He loses his train of thought when your hand starts to brush through his hair with your fingers. His eyelids fall, heavy, and a small huff of pleasure floats out between his lips Defeated, he leans into your touch for the briefest of moments.
It’s hard to explain.
For a while, sex was a means to an end for Copia. Rarely did he ever feel a true connection with the other and when he did it was in his youth and very short-lived. He knew what he liked and didn’t mind sharing in carnal delights, everyone knows this. If someone is in need and goes to him, Copia finds it hard to deny them even if he doesn’t always get anything in return. Perhaps he forgot what that feeling of connection felt like and he’s been unconsciously chasing it.
It feels like he’s getting a small taste of it again with you and he wants to devour it whole.
It’s almost like a sugar rush. There’s a desperate, greedy storm deep in Copia’s stomach churning now. He wants to hoard more of your kisses and be the only one privileged enough to receive them. Your office indulgence with his name on your lips specifically started pouring hope into his heart.
“I must confess that my evenings with others don’t always end the way you think.” He looks away from you.
Typically, when that happens, Copia spends a lonely shower with his fist around himself until the warm water runs ice cold. He never realized just how pitiful that is until now. The euphoria from making someone happy fades away, leaving an emptiness in his heart he thought could be filled by another.
You tilt your head and look over him with furrowed brows. Slowly, your body drags off of his lap to lean on your side next to him. Copia sighs at the lack of your warmth and pressure over his body keeping him tethered to the moment. He turns his attention to you and your new position, half wondering if the wrong thing was said and once again, he scolds himself for ruining the evening.
When your head angles again to the side and leans forward to kiss him, Copia gasps at the delicate touch. Your hand reaches out to rub up around his chest, slowly trying to unbutton a few of the top buttons. Your palm runs softly over the newly exposed skin while the two of you kiss as if you had all the time in the world.
Copia would swear you can feel his heart beating rapidly underneath your hand.
“Well, before we get to me, let me take care of you.” You kiss his cheek and feel the warm, shuddered breaths he gifts in return. “Get comfortable. Lie back for me, Copia.”
He slides down the bed, keeping eye contact with you. Your calm smile helps to ease any nerves he might have. He breaks his hold on your eyes and flicks them down to where your hand roams across his body, down his stomach, squeezing his waist, to hover over the situation he’s had building below. You press lightly over the bulge in his pants
“Cazzo…” Copia hisses as he closes his eyes. He bites his lip and stifles a soft moan. Your blissful touch is pulled away just as soon as it had come.
“You’re hiding from me, Copia.” You peck a small kiss to his temple and lean in to whisper just outside the shell of his ear, “I want to hear you.”
He spares a glance over and the look on your face in genuine. “I’ve been told in the past that I can be too loud.” Copia looks down, lips briefly twitching as if they were going to turn down into a frown.
Too loud. Those words almost break your heart. You lock your attention towards him and cradle the back of his head into your palm. “Please don’t hold back for me Copia. I want to hear just exactly how good you feel however loud you choose to express it. Got that?”
Copia starts nodding and when you raise an eyebrow, he rapidly says, “Yes. Yes, I got it.”
“Thank you.” You kiss his lips and he whimpers up into it.
Your hand moves back to rub and press over Copia’s crotch and he twitches his hips up at the pressure. He hums a deep, low tone from the back of his throat and you can sense the hot, throbbing need through the fabric of his pants. The already tight garment is struggling to keep Copia contained.
He feels the drag of your palm slide down to squeeze his balls. Copia's sharp yelp melts onto a loud moan when the squeezing turns into a steady massage. His hips rock slowly to your rhythm.
“Diavolessa…” he sighs out.
“Want me to stop?” You reply with a humorous lilt to your voice.
“No.” Copia’s scoff comes out as a choke when you squeeze around him again with more pressure. “If you stop – oh – I’m excommunicating you.”
A borderline cackle comes from you as your laugh fills the room. The threat wasn’t laced with any malice but the look on his face meant business about not stopping. With a tilt of your head to glance down at his lower half to watch how his body fidgets with the building pleasure. You look back to his face where his eyebrows are scrunched and his eyes are closed. Copia’s mouth is stuck in an O shape from the pleasure you coax out for him.
The bedroom fills with the unabashed cries of Copia’s bliss. Your heart swells with pride that he’s so taken by your simple affection and you wonder when it was the last time for Copia that someone did this for him. Every reaction to your touch is as if he hasn’t felt anything like this from another in a long while. Your small experiment has yielded a bounty of noises from Copia. Every moan and groan from him sounds like one of the best songs you’ve heard.
You lean down to kiss him and he flinches. The surprise quickly washes away and he now remembers he has two hands. One rises to curl around the back of your neck to keep you close. As it goes on, Copia begins to nibble along your bottom lip. When your hand below begins to massage faster with more pressure, he’s too excited by the rush of fluttery excitement in his belly that he bites down on your lip, drawing a droplet of blood.
You both taste a hint of copper and pull back from the kiss, eyes wide.
“Do you have a thirst for blood, Copia?”
“The siblings do joke that I might be a vampire.” He gives you a loose grin.
“I’d let you feed from me any time.” You wink back.
At that, Copia’s cock twitches significantly under your palm. You raise an eyebrow and he blushes with a flick of his gaze elsewhere.
He feels like a live wire. His nerves buzz with an excited energy at everything you do and he knows it won’t take much before he reaches his end. Copia’s mind clears enough in this moment to realize he’s going to come in his pants and that that is precisely what you’re aiming for. He looks down to your hand and his blush darkens.
Your eyes spy the dark red patch of precome that has dribbled out and soaked into the fabric. As your fingers curl to cradle Copia’s balls, the pad of your thumb rubs over the line where his cock twitches before spilling out. A choked moan turns into a deep rumble in his chest and your lips curl to form a devious grin at being the cause of something so beautiful. The damp patch under your hand grows fully soiled and after one reverent squeeze, and a sharp whimper of overstimulation from Copia, you pull away.
The deep red blush on his face nearly matches the red of his suit. He’s looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile, lips parted in pure bliss. You don’t know where to wipe off your hand and decide to use his thigh, hoping he won’t get upset. Copia is too smitten to care.
You run your fingertip softly around his warm cheeks, over his forehead, and down the strong slope of his nose. His eyes drift shut and he feels fully melted into the mattress. The light graze of your finger adds to the soft buzzing of his nerves to keep him waiting with eagerness to see what you’ll do next.
Copia sighs, “Grazie, cara.”
You rest your hand on his chest and rub small circles. “I can leave if you want to get some rest.”
He turns his head to you and opens his eyes. “What do you mean? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to do my thing if you’re tired now.”
Copia looks up to you with shiny, pupil-blown and pleading eyes. His hand comes up to cover yours on his chest. “Dolcezza, ti prego. I want you to sit on my face. Just… give me a minute to come down from the clouds.”
You huff a laugh through your nose. “Oh, I mean only if you’re asking.” You wink into your descent to his lips.
Copia smiles into your kiss, moaning as you both lick into each other. He almost wants to reach over and eat you alive. The growing need courses through his body setting him alight again.
He mumbles your name, needy. “If you’re ready, I think it’s time.”
You pull back, breathing a deep breath and nod. “Before we start, could I take off my clothes? I’ve just had my habit on all day and it would fall over you and-“
A kiss silences you. “Do whatever you need.”
You nod quickly and make the decision to undress. Copia follows in “support”.
It feels uncharacteristic to be shy doing something like this. Nudity isn’t anything to feel prudish about in these unhallowed halls but right here, right now? It almost feels like you’re stumbling your way through your first time. You tug your habit off over your head as Copia unbuttons his shirt and shimmies it off his shoulders. Without thinking, your hand reaches out to run your fingers through the soft curls of his chest hair. You stop, then, when your eyes flick down to Copia’s pants being tugged down, only to find he goes without any underwear. His soft cock lies against his thighs with a shine of his come having been spread over it earlier. You look back up to him bewildered.
And then notice a tattoo?
“The pants are too tight for underwear.”
“And who’s fault is that?” You raise an eyebrow.
He shushes you and rises a hand up to cup around your neck to bring you closer for a silencing kiss. You both snicker into each other before pulling away.
“And the tattoo?”
“I’ll tell you later, I promise.”
He looks over you when the last of your things come off and the revelation of your soft skin under his fingertips shoots a chill down his spine. Copia’s thumbs brush delicately around your pert nipples, grinning to himself when you gasp at how the touch goes straight to your cunt.
Copia slides flat onto his back and moves down the bed. You move around a few pillows and get up on your knees slowly swing your leg over him, stopping over his chest. His hand, which makes you hum a high note in the back of your throat upon realizing he’d taken off his gloves at some point while undressing, slides up your back and presses a small amount.
He smirks. “You need to be further up, cara.” Looking forward, he’s nearly eye-to…vagina? with you. Copia licks his lips, salivating, half convinced he can already taste your slick on his tongue. Some of it has already left it’s mark on his chest while you pluck up the courage to move.
Copia murmurs a pleased “perfect” when you’re hovering over his mouth. He grasps around your thighs and urges you to sit. You give a small amount of resistance but eventually your body relents and you’re met with a dizzying sensation of his actual nose pressing into you along with his lips mouthing over your pussy.
You make a sound, half curious and half pleased. A realization hits you that there’s one thing different about the mat other than the fact that you’re sitting over the real deal. His mustache is tickling perfectly over your sensitive skin. You forgot to factor in that part for the toy.
He pushes you to move and you roll your hips forward and back, finding your rhythm like before with the mat. But this isn’t the mat. This is so much better. Copia mouths and sucks steadily to the lips of your labia while his tongue swipes up the offerings of your arousal.
And a hint of lingering strawberry lube from the toy.
A surprise “ah” punches out along with huff of breath when your head falls backwards. You rock at a different angle and you feel it: the warm and firm tip of his wonderful nose to your clit. It nudges at the perfect pressure and pace to drive you mad. Nothing could ever compare to how the real Copia feels under you, moving in tandem to delicately tap his nose to your most sensitive part. He manages to conjure a butterfly storm in your stomach between the trifecta of touch below. Everything is slippery below you and your glide barely takes any effort now.
Copia squeezes his hands around your thighs and moans below. His mouth picks up enthusiasm and he pulls you closer when your hands fly backwards to keep yourself up. Like back in your office, you can only roll your hips to the slow rhythm that makes every nerve in your body feel like it’s on fire.
“You are,” you pant, “amazing, Copia.” He makes a sound, an affirmative, but you feel like he’s holding back again. “You promised me, oh! Even now. I want to hear you!” You breathe out a long groan and tilt your head back with a smile when you feel Copia’s lips turn up into a smile against your pussy.
Your hips slow down in an effort to keep yourself upright and Copia uses it as an opportunity to take over. It feels as if he’s kissing you, tenderly licking into the drenched folds as his head angles the tip of his nose against your clit. Your arms shake and you don’t know if it’s from the build of pleasure happening or your arms struggling to stay up.
Copia’s moans muddle together with anything he attempts to verbalize while his mouth is occupied. He finally manages to groan a very pleased, “So good.”
“F-fuck me!” you shudder into the room. There’s a happy hum below from Copia’s throat and you’d swear your life’s savings he’s implying that can be arranged.
He locks in when your chest rises and falls faster between breaths, so so ready to come. Finally, your orgasm washes over you flooding euphoria from your core outward.
A loud graveled, “Fuck,” rumbles through Copia below. His tongue laps up everything while his lips slow down to carry the orgasm further from shore.
It only takes a few seconds before you’re babbling every praising word you can think of between vulgar exclamations. Copia is perfect, he’s wonderful, his mouth was made only for eating her out! And all he can do, can think, is that he feels so fucking good. Fire runs through his veins, he feels like he could burst from the way your words go straight to his head.
Your shaking arms can’t hold yourself any longer. They give out and your pussy leaves his mouth as you thud to the mattress on your back. Copia, briefly stunned, makes a confused hum and sits up in search of you, opening his eyes and darting around the bed for his target. Almost like he has an animal instinct, he’s moving with a renewed vigor and falls onto his stomach, practically diving headfirst back between the comfort of your spread thighs.
This, you realize through the thick haze of lust around the bed, is for him. He’s determined to give you another orgasm to satisfy himself. The firm sucks of his lips around your clit and strong hold on your thighs are the only things he can focus on as he humps his desperately sensitive cock in-between his stomach and the bed. Loud and needy whines press deep into you. Your hand flies out to brush your fingers through his hair, gripping the strands at his scalp to help guide him.
Copia shudders at your control, at the way you pull his hair while saying such sweet things to encourage him. Your hand doesn’t move him now; its simply there as a reminder of you as if he isn’t drowning in the build up of slick on his tongue, suffocated by your scent, or overstimulated by your touch.
“So good like this. So perfect, oh!”
He makes a pained sound of pleasure from another tug of his hair.
You feel high. “Do you like when I say you’re good? You looked to sure of yourself earlier, Copia? What changed? Was it how I touched you to make a mess in your pants? You need me take care of you all over. I bet you don’t even need me to touch you to come. Are you that starved for affection?” You moan as you feel the faintest of nods from him followed by a desperate whine from the back of his throat. When you look down, Copia’s eyes are focused up to you before squeezing shut and locking his hands around your thighs.
What makes the both of you fall over into an orgasmic bliss is when Copia’s soft lips wrap around your clit again to slowly kiss and worship at it. The mess of growing pleasure that’s eager to burst finally happens. Copia groans into you and his whole body shakes. The rush of your second orgasm on his lips makes you taste even sweeter and he cannot handle the swirling emotions in his heart and the full-body need coursing through him.
He comes as his hips continue to grind his cock into the bed. It’s too much, too perfect. He’s whimpering long after you’ve floated down from his worship. You find Copia panting below, his hips rolling slower and slower until he drops.
“Copia,” you whisper, urging him to lift his head.
He’s stopped moving and now focuses on you with wide, wild eyes. Copia then relaxes, his eyelids growing heavy at the tenderness of your palm caressing his cheek. He closes his eyes and breathes in and out, slow.
“Sorry,” Copia mumbles. He almost sounds drunk, the way it slurs out.
Your eyebrows knit together. “Sorry for what?”
“I got,” he takes a breath, “carried away. When you fell over. I just needed… more.”
A quick burst of a laugh from you fills the room. “Don’t be sorry for that, Copia. If anything, I feel like I need to say something about how I teased you.”
He shakes his head and presses a strikingly delicate kiss to your thigh with a smile and muttering, “Never!” It was all true.
You ask him to come closer and he works on crawling up to you. Copia lies down on his side, propped up by his arm. He looks like a debauched mess with disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. You can feel the remnants of his come on your side from his stomach pressing into you. He sports a shy smile as you feel the heat of his eyes roaming over your body.
Copia’s hand hovers over your stomach and you get the feeling he’s not sure where to place it. You take the initiative to guide his hand to your hip, pressing his palm into you. Matching smiles beam between you two and when your hand slides up Copia’s arm to his shoulder, you pull him closer by the back of his neck.
The taste of yourself lingers on his lips but you pay it no mind as Copia’s hand on your side slides up under your back to hold you close. His thumb rubs absentmindedly on the side of your breast and the hands that were once firm around your thighs are now holding you delicately as if you were made of a fragile porcelain.
When Copia pulls away, he leans his forehead into yours with a sigh. “Thank you,” he whispers.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that?”
He tsks and closes his eyes, lips twitching into a lopsided grin. “Thank you for… giving me this evening together.”
You surprise Copia with a kiss and he looks back at you in a daze. He lies down fully on his side and cuddles up to you, melting into your body and kissing the end of your shoulder. You stare up at the celling and wonder briefly what to do next. He hasn’t said anything about leaving after whatever it is you would call this evening.
You turn your head to ask only to find Copia fast asleep with his arm curled around you. You think you can slip away without a fuss but the moment you start moving, he pulls you closer. His arm keeps your body close and the heat between you two helps to keep you relaxed. You drift off, who knows how late into the night, with your head at the foot of Copia’s bed and naked as the day you were born. The white noise of Copia’s gentle snores help you drift off to sleep.
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In the morning, your alarm on your phone rings out into the room breaking you from the bliss of the dream you were having. It’s almost not fair, how real it felt when you had Copia under you, practically worshipping your body.
When you try to get up, however, you come to a startling conclusion: your dream was in fact real and had happened mere hours ago.
Copia grumbles next to you, rolling over to lie on his back to stretch. You scramble up and crawl to the side table your phone rests on to turn off the alarm. Silence takes over the room once again and you fall onto your back against the pillows with a huff.
“I have to get ready for work,” you say with a resigned tone.
“Perhaps,” Copia begins as he sits up, “I could tempt you into staying?” He begins a slow crawl up the bed towards you, creeping between your legs and stopping occasionally to press a kiss to your shin then further up your inner thighs.
“Copia!” you gasp. “We’ve only just woke up! We haven’t even had breakfast.”
He hums a kiss to your stomach, lingering and slow with eye contact up to you. “Si, I haven’t eaten yet but I’ve recently discovered something delicious and I just so happened,” a kiss to the top of your thigh, “to have it right here,” a kiss to your inner thigh, “right now.”
Your head falls back from the lazy kiss Copia presses to your core. He licks softly and wraps his lips around your clit, determined to have a full-course meal of you pussy. You encourage him with gentle mewls, softly rolling your hips as pleasure builds.
Copia moans around you, unexpectedly overcome by you that he rocks into the bed from the mere taste and sounds of pleasure you breathe for him.
“Oh,” you whimper as your orgasm rolls through your body, spreading a gentle salvation to your muscles.
“Dolcezza,” Copia groans, humping his morning wood into the mattress quickly to chase his own pleasure until he’s shuddering into you with warm breaths fanning across your skin. He gasps and when he’s finished “cleaning” up your mess, he rests his head on your stomach. Copia’s nearly purring when your fingers brush through his hair and scratch at his scalp.
You give him a sleepy smile and he kisses your stomach. “You’re too good to me.”
“I want to be good for you.”
The warmth spreading through your cheeks overwhelms you and in embarrassment, you look up at the ceiling, flustered by the weight of his gaze. All you can do is huff out a laugh through your nose and feel your cheeks ache with how wide your smile is.
Copia moves up to you and it feels like déjà vu. “So, what do you say?” He grazes his fingertips around your stomach, goosebumps trailing behind in its invisible path. His journey ends along the soft skin of your inner thigh and he strokes a delicate line up and down. “Have I managed to get you to stay or do you need more convincing?”
You giggle and your heart flutters. “I’ll stay if you want.”
“I do.” Copia nods. He reaches over for your hand and curls your fingers around his to rub his thumb over them.
“Before we get into anything else, I, uh, need to take a shower first.”
“Take all of the time you need,” Copia says, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “I need to do a couple things as well…”
You follow his eyes to the spot he’d ground his hips to last night – and now this morning – and giggle. “Of course.”
You lean in for an impulsive kiss and force yourself away before it can dissolve into more. The shower, you assumed, would feel nice but it exceeded expectations; the warm spray over your back was just what you’d needed and his soaps smelled expensive. You found a spare toothbrush and used a small squeeze of Copia’s toothpaste to brush your teeth. The cool mint paste helped to wake you up from the last dregs of sleep that clung to you in the shower.
Steam rolls out from the bathroom like a faint fog and you wear the only thing you could find: a large, comfortable bathrobe. The terry cloth material is soft on your clean, dewy skin and the scent of his cologne is nestled in the fabric, swirling around your senses. Copia turns at the sound of the door creaking open and you find him struggling to put a squishy pillow back into a new cover.
“Oh! You’re done?” Copia looks up and down your body with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t have a change of clothes,” you chuckle softly.
His mind buffers for a few seconds and then he stands up straight. “Right!” Copia nods. “I could call for someone to bring you some?”
“I don’t want anyone in my room.” Your shake your head before moving to settle your hands in the front pockets.
Copia thinks for a moment, looking off behind you with his hands on his hips. He purses his lips and sucks the bottom one in before looking back you with wide eyes. “The siblings who work on the laundry keep spare sweats and t-shirts for emergencies.” He points behind his back with his thumb to where his phone rests. “I can call for a delivery. Just give me your size and what you’ll need.”
You nod quickly and Copia makes a prompt call downstairs — you catch him blushing when he mentioned adding a pair of underwear and socks — and within a little over half an hour, a fresh set of clothes are delivered. He let you roam around in the modest kitchen for breakfast ideas or coffee while he took a quick shower.
You’d left breakfast briefly to change when the sibling arrived with clothes, foregoing your bra because why bother? When you come back to the table, Copia smiles at you.
“You look good. Comfortable now.” He wants you to be relaxed in his apartment. With him.
A scary thought occurs to him that he’s fallen very fast for you. Hope swirls up again in his heart.
“I haven’t even brushed my hair today.” You roll your eyes.
Copia dismisses your perceived flaw. After you both finish eating, you and Copia made sure to send out texts to the people that need to know neither will be available.
Stomach issues, you send to your boss, Quin.
Congested as fuck, Copia sends Sister Imperator.
“I typically don’t call out like this,” you hide your face. Your hand slides to press into your jaw and you shake your head, smiling.
“You’ve never played hooky?”
“Well, a few times but I’m a newer employee of the marketing group so I want to make a good first impression.” You chuckle, “You’re quickly becoming a bad influence on me, Copia.”
He raises an eyebrow and stands up to hold out a hand with a small smirk. “Could I influence you then to the couch with me? We could watch a movie?”
You glance down to his hand – still without those leather gloves for the day – and rise yours to rest in his. He squeezes around yours and slowly pulls you from your chair to the couch on the other side of the big room. The touch of his bare hand still feels surreal. You settle onto the cushions and Copia asks if you want a blanket. You nod and he moves to grab one along with the movies picked to watch. He suggested one-by-one from his collection and you’d say your yay or nay.
Jaws and Mrs. Doubtfire were the first on the docket. He didn’t want to push for more but you were secretly happy already for these extra hours with him today. Your biggest fear was waking up and being asked to leave as soon as he’d remembered you were here.
Now you get the idea he wants you to stay and it makes you wiggle in your spot on the couch when he can’t see you. Copia sat down after putting the well-loved tape into the VCR. He mentioned, happily, how the upgrade to a bigger TV was the smartest decision he could’ve made but he still can’t part with his old collection for DVDs.
“Baby steps,” he said.
There was a small gap between you two and when you look down at it then up to him, he could sense the question burning on the tip of your tongue. Without a word, Copia put his arm out for you to move closer and press yourself into his side.
“Good?”
“Good.” You nod.
His arm falls down around your shoulders and soon after you can feel immersed back into the movie. There’s still something about the music and the camera work for the shark that leaves you unnerved and one part had you gasping. Copia rubs your shoulder with his thumb and he leans his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head. I’ll keep you safe, cara, he murmurs with a tone dripping in sugar.
Your cheeks warm up and revive the same fluttering butterflies in your stomach from when he’d had his lips on your pussy. You try to burry your crush on him to prevent popping up desperately to ask “So what are we?” and ruin the moment.
When Jaws ends, Copia gets up to rewind the tape and put in the next movie. You take the opportunity to use the bathroom and finally brush your hair with an old comb he had in the cabinet. There’s a soft excitement rolling through your body at the thought that you’re spending a day with Copia after an evening of wonderful sex. Stories from the siblings never mention things like this. You feel like you’re in on a secret with Copia with this special treatment. This though does nothing for your abysmal crush. You try splashing water on your face to extinguish the flames but there’s still a few embers floating around.
A knock to the door makes you jump.
“Did you fall in?”
“No! I’m actually just about to leave.”
“I was starting to get worried,” he says. Copia perks up when you finally open the door. “The next movie is ready, dolcezza.”
Dolcezza. It was so soft. You attempt to school your face so the smile isn’t too big but after a wiggly few seconds, you relent and smile wider. The way he brightens makes you feel lightheaded.
Copia is more vocal during Mrs. Doubtfire. He can’t help but echo back the accented lines and you giggle into him. He only pulls you in further and repeats it with emphasis.
“It’s not quite right, Copia. I think you’ve got your accents mixed up.”
He attempts once more, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that, dearie.”
“He was quite fond of the drink,” you parrot from the movie. “Like that.”
Copia raises his eyebrows. “Impressive, tesoro.”
You grin wide up at him feeling proud. The genuine, easy praise stirs up something deep in your belly. “Yeah, well, at least I’m not wearing a mask or prosthetics. I feel like that would be frustrating to have on for so long.”
He hums, the pitch goes up as if to agree.
The movie plays on and the comedy feels like a doomsday clock ticking to the end to pop whatever bubble that was created around you two in his apartment. It’s a tie of what thing about Copia you’ll miss more: his smell or his warm hold around your back. He smells like the sweet, woody and spicy cologne spritzed to his robe you’d worn this morning. It’s something you’ve smelled before in passing but to have been up close and personal with it today? You’ve very easily become addicted to it; the cloud of sandalwood and warm incense you will always associate with Copia.
And then you think about his arm curled securely around you and his palm resting on the edge of your shoulder. It never left once the second movie began as if it was supposed to be there. And now the movie is over, the credits roll out, and neither one of you makes the move to reach for the remote on the table so you both watch the credits in silence.
And then you’re both staring at a blank screen.
Copia sighs and you wrack your brain thinking of things to say but the words get caught in your throat. You want to cling to any opportunity to stay but then the time reminds you that you need to get back to your dorm to ready yourself for work tomorrow.
“Good movie,” Copia states.
“Yeah,” you say.
No one moves yet. Copia taps his fingers to your shoulder as he searches for something, anything. A couple minutes pass in silence.
You look around the room and hope something sparks a conversation. “You have a big movie collection.”
“Yes! I want to rewatch The Godfather movies but there never seems to be the time to really settle in.”
“I’ve never seen them.”
Copia jerks his head towards you with a raised eyebrow. “Really?”
“I’ve never been great with watching movies. I’ll always inevitably put on something I’ve seen before.” You laugh at the look on Copia’s face.
“We should put them in now! You must be educated on such classics!” He makes a move to stand but you grab ahold of his hand when he’s halfway up from the couch. Copia looks down and then back up at you, wide-eyed.
This is where he assumes you’ll say you can’t watch the movies and make up some bullshit reason.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stay. I have to get ready for work tomorrow.”
Copia sighs. He hates being right all of the time. This felt different, that you were different. Last night, the way you held him, touched him, was it all for show? Every time he laments about his lack of a love life to Terzo, only because Terzo pokes at him until he gives in, Copia admits he tries to extend the one-night-stands into something more.
The third Papa asked the question he dreads, why do you do what you do? It’s a question he asks himself some nights while he’s alone, glaringly so when he shifts under the covers to a section on the bed that’s devoid of another’s body heat. It’s silly, Copia tells himself. He’s been a guest in many beds throughout his life, been a dutiful and considerate lover to many. He should be happy to celebrate lust anywhere in a place like this.
But why do you continue when your heart yearns for something deeper? Terzo would then ask. Copia paused at that. He knew the answer, it was on the tip of his tongue, ready to admit as if he was in confession.
I like feeling wanted. I like giving others pleasure and that I was the one they sought out. Copia cringed. He felt as if he’d flayed himself alive to the whole clergy.
Terzo nods and processes. Do you, eh, get anything in return?
Not all of the time. He tries to make it not sound as bad as it is. Terzo isn’t buying it. Okay, maybe they reciprocate a handful of times. A head tilt and eyebrow raise. A few times, okay!
Have you ever thought about not having sex with someone before asking them on a date?
Copia rolled his eyes. Every time Terzo. But then they call me Cardinal. Not just when they ask, but also when I say my name is fine. I tell them to say my name and they ignore it. It feels pessimistic but he genuinely believes at this rate he’ll die alone.
You need a detox. Stop acting like a sentient sex toy and cleanse yourself of this self-pity. Sex is something to be enjoyed by all members in the act of passion, Copia. Terzo sits up in his chair and his face falls into a steely glare. Have some self-respect.
“Copia, are you ok?”
Your voice cuts through his thoughts. He has no idea how long he was stuck in the same expression but it must’ve been long enough.
He hums, “Sorry. I was somewhere else.” Copia crosses his arms and looks far off towards his VHS collection. He casually shrugs and tries to hide as much bitterness as possible as he stands. “You can’t stay, that’s fine I get it. I’ll see you around, then.”
“I…” You’re taken with emotional whiplash. The Copia you thought you got to know the past day is acting different.
“No need to prolong this. I hope you got the datayou needed from last night.” Copia makes his way to the bedroom.
You do the same and follow him to his room where your bag of clothes from last night sits. “Copia! What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
He flinches at the use of his name. Be careful what you wish for, he thinks. “Nothing is wrong! I’m just getting your things and then we can move on.”
Move on? “Wait! I’d still like to watch the movies, Copia. It’s just getting late and I don’t want to stop the marathon when there are still movies left.” Where did this come from? you wonder.
“You don’t need to make me feel better, okay? The pity only makes me feel worse.” He prays you don’t hear the hitch in his voice at the end.
“I’m not – Copia listen to me – I’m not pitying you. I do want to watch the Godfather movies with you.” You manage to grab his free hand, stopping him in his tracks. “I’d watch other movies, too. Or just… spend time with you.”
Copia searches your expression, your eyes, your body language to see if you’re telling the truth. “Why?”
You furrow your eyebrows. “B-because I enjoyed our time together. Not just from what happened last night but today with you on the couch, watching movies and playing hooky from work.” That appears to have relaxed his shoulders a little and you brave a smile towards him. “You’re not so awful to be around.”
“Are you just saying this?”
“No.”
“Why?”
You grumble, “Because! I’ve had a stupid crush on you for a while now, you Silly. Old. Man. And I can’t believe the past twenty-four hours has been real!”
Copia raises his eyebrows and points at his chest. “Me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” He twists your hold of his hand so you can lace your fingers together. “Then I’m sorry for being a shithead a few minutes ago.”
“Thank you.”
He frowns. “Can you forgive me?”
“Yes. But you may have to make up for it in some way…” You smile at how quickly his head pops up to look into your eyes.
“Anything!”
“You, Copia, have to supply the movie snacks when we watch The Godfather trilogy.” You watch the gears turn in his head as he processes your response. “I expect some showstoppers.”
The desperation in his eyes shifts to a playful glint and a small rise to one side of his lips appears. Copia visibly relaxes completely when he picks up on the easy edge in your voice and there is that smile you miss. “You’ll have to tell me what you like.”
“You already know a few things I like.” Your eyes flick around the room with a coy, closed mouth grin.
Copia squeezes your hand and gently pulls you closer. His unoccupied one comes up to rest around your waist. “Tomorrow is Friday.”
“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”
“Would you…” he huffs, looking off. “Well, you know.”
The blush spreading from his cheeks is downright enchanting. “What are you asking, Copia? I need you to say it.”
He glares at you, struggling to stay upset. It doesn’t last very long. “I wanted to ask if you were available tomorrow night and if you are, I would also like to ask if you would want to have dinner with me. As a date.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“You’re surprised?”
“Just because you said you have a crush on me doesn’t mean you’ll automatically have dinner with me.” You tilt your head at his logic. He laughs at the furrow of your brows and the soft purse of your lips. “I assumed things about you earlier and ended up looking like an ass.”
You squeeze his hand twice. “I’d say you're doing pretty good.”
“Fuck, I’m doing all of this backwards,” he mumbles with a head shake.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of dessert first.” Copia rises your hand and brings your palm to his lips for a kiss.
“Any requests for dinner tomorrow?”
“Surprise me.”
Silence falls over the room when your hands break apart. He still holds onto your waist with the other, afraid if he’s not touching you, you’ll disappear in a mist and he’ll realize everything that’s happened has been one large hallucination. You need to go, though. Dinner will be served in the great hall soon and you need to make sure you eat so you can attempt to sleep and be well-rested for tomorrow.
However, the sound of Copia’s steady breathing and the look in his eyes keeps you cemented in place. You’re afraid saying anything might spook him. What has this poor man been through? you wonder and will probably continue to ponder the thought all day at work tomorrow.
“Copia,” you whisper, “I really need to go home now.”
Could you make here your home? he wants to say. Instead, he manages to get out a soft, “Okay.”
“I promise I still want to spend time with you; I just have to do other things like eat and bathe and sleep.” You giggle when Copia appears to act as if it’s the most annoying thing, scoffing incredulously.
“Likely story.” He winks back at you.
The walk to the door is one that fills both you and Copia with hope. Before you can turn the doorknob, he reaches out for your other hand.
“Wait. Since I’m doing everything out of order, could I leave you with a goodnight kiss?”
You nod and think he’ll raise your hand to kiss your knuckles or lean in for the cheek but instead, Copia tugs you closer to him. He leans in, eyes closed on the way and you follow him, meeting in the middle for a kiss on the lips. He squeezes your hand and pulls you close with his other arm snaking around your lower back. Copia’s lips move slowly, savoring the kiss and you can’t help the way you melt into it, yearning for this moment to never end. It didn’t feel like a kiss goodbye but a kiss hello. When you pull back with a delicate smack, you both lean into each other’s foreheads.
“If I don’t let you go, I never will,” Copia chuckles low.
“Now is not the time to tempt me.”
He pulls away and smirks. “Apologies, cara. I would never.”
Then he presses a kiss to your knuckles, a final send-off after exchanging numbers. When you leave his apartment, it feels like coming back into the present. The world was shut away for you two as if everything was put on pause and it’s jarring to walk amongst the hustle and bustle of clergy members in the halls.
After dinner, you attempt to settle in bed. You want to relax so you choose a book from your woefully large to-be-read pile and hope to induce an easy sleep. Eventually your eyelids feel heavy and a bookmark gets placed between the pages of the book on folklore before being closed and set aside. Your bed creaks as you adjust yourself and the pillows when a though of Copia’s bed was way more comfortable floats to your mind. The perks of being upper clergy, you assume, or being the head of the band.
A few minutes go by and you open your eyes feeling deceived. Your eyelids felt heavy but the moment you lied down, every muscle in your body felt restless. You close your eyes and somehow manage to convince yourself to go to sleep.
By the time your alarm goes off Friday morning, you’re already awake. At 9:00am you get a text at work as you draft an email about the nose toy and its fate:
Copia: I’ve planned salmon fillets with jasmine rice. You can arrive around 7:00pm.
Copia: And pack an overnight bag for a couple days.
Copia: I hope the day passes quickly for us. I look forward to seeing you again, Tesoro.
“Me too,” you whisper in your office as you type back the same words.
Among other things you look forward to, he still needs to explain the eye-catching tattoo on his chest. The only thing that gets you through the day is the hope that he explains it while your fingers get to run through his chest hair across the old ink.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm on the fence about a part 2/follow up so let me know if you'd want one!
consider: waiting backstage in copia’s dressing room for him whenever he has a costume change or a break during an instrumental for a quick make out sesh and some dry humping before sending him back out worked up
~ Thank you for leaving me with this delectable thought lovely anon, it left me foaming at the mouth, so I had to quickly write it 🥵 our poor copia. 🤍
18+ MDNI ~ making out, dry humping, teasing.
papa emeritus iv x f reader, copia x f reader
Copia hurries backstage breathless and panting. Seeing you waiting for him, he expects your usual routine of helping him undress and quickly getting him back into his next costume, pouring a generous amount of water into his mouth before playfully smacking him on the ass, a peck to his cheek and pushing him back towards the stage.
But instead, things are different this time. You give him a sly little smirk, earning a slightly confused look from the older man. Before he can even open his mouth to question it, you’re leading him over to the other side of the room by his blue silk necktie, pushing him down on his back on the red velvet couch with a grunt before you’re climbing on top of him.
Your thighs straddle him at either side of his gorgeous thick, plush hips as you lean down to him. You inhale his scent deeply, a mixture of his earthy cologne and his sweat. Your lips latching onto his neck as you lick and suck at his sensitive skin, a husky groan leaving his lips as his hands come down to grab at your ass.
Your small fingertips crawl up his shirt, caressing and massaging his soft lower belly before your nails are gently scratching through his chest hair.
Your wet tongue gently traces across his lower lip seeking entrance, and he so gladly parts his lips for you. Your tongues are so eagerly swirling together in a heated, breathless struggle like you’re starved for the taste of one another.
His hands come down to grip at your soft hips, pushing you down firmly against his painfully hard cock as he rolls you against him and you’re moaning softly into each others mouths, breathing hot and heavy.
The friction of the rough laces of his pants grazing against your swollen clit feels as close to heaven as you could be possibly right now with your satanic lover beneath you. Soft whimpers escaping your reddened lips as you relish in the sensation.
Both of you quickly start to get lost in the feeling of each other. Your delicate hand comes down to palm at the thick bulge in his pants as he hisses through his teeth and bucks his hips into your hand; everything else around you starting to fade out… suddenly Copia’s eyes dart open in a panic as he hears the booming instrumental music nearing its close out on his stage, quickly realising how he needs to get back out there, and fast.
“Mhm, fuck amore..” with one last grind against your dripping core, he’s quickly standing up with your thighs still wrapped around his waist, a string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips as he groans and reluctantly pulls himself away from your desperate kisses, you both left breathless and wanting.
“Mhm, cattiva ragazza, such a little cock tease”
he growls deeply against your ear, leaving you shuddering as he slides you down off his body. His clothed cock briefly catching against your throbbing pussy as he lowers you to the ground and gives you a hard smack on your ass as you yelp.
“We’ll finish this later”
he gives you a dark look and one final deep, lingering kiss before slipping his hand down into his tight pants and adjusting his aching cock with a groan as he makes his way to the stage entrance.
Copia takes a quick glance in his dressing table mirror, a little surprised at how well his papal paints have stayed put. You hold open his sparkling after-show jacket and he slips his arms into it as he exhales hard - trying his best to compose himself before a crowd of thousands sees his obvious excitement for you against his deliciously tight fitted pants.
You blow him a kiss, him winking at you with a grins as he playfully catches your kiss in his hand and hastily makes his way back out onto the stage.
Somehow, by the grace of Satan, he’s right on queue.
Hey just wanted to pop in and remind you to NOT think about Copia slowly rolling hips into yours, fucking you torturously slow, making both of you unimaginably needy but it's worth it to him to be able to see the look on you face as he presses into again and again. Yeah just don't think about that because if you do you'll be super horny and that's no good🤗👍
Oh my god the way I just whimpered out loud at the delicious thought of it 🫣 I need to add my thoughts. ♡
Oh imagine the gorgeous sounds he’d make.. his husky, breathless groans with every single tortuous roll of his hips as he feels you clenching around his aching cock.
Him leaning down to kiss you deeply, swirling his tongue around yours in an attempt to muffle the sounds, but of course you both end up moaning loud against each others lips, but how can you possibly help it when it feels perfect to have your bodies moulded together like this? with your lips and tongues tasting each other with an unspoken hunger..
Him sliding himself inside you deeply and you can both feel everything. You feel every single ridge and vein dragging across your slick walls, and he can feel the warm heat between your thighs clinging to him, gripping him deliciously tight like your body is trying to milk him for every last drop.
The way he’s fucking into you with those long, slow, deep strokes just enhancing the feeling even more as you’re holding each other so close.
Copia pulling himself all the way out of you just for a moment as you whimper at the emptiness, him teasing your needy entrance as you’re twitching and writhing under him, only for him to suddenly slide himself all the way back inside. All so he can see that look on your face as he stretches you, just so he can watch your pretty eyes roll back and those beautiful sounds you make for him as he fills you - those sounds you make only for him, only while you’re on his cock.
Him gripping his fingers into your hips tightly to desperately try and keep control of the speed as he feels you trying to roll your hips against him harder for more, he can feel you clenching, pulsating around him, your thighs hugging his waist allowing him even deeper and he almost loses it. He knows he won’t last if your needy body keeps sucking him in like this.
He doesn’t want this to end fast, he wants to stay inside you as long as he can, needs to savour this feeling of you, but oh you feel so good, so wet, so warm, so tight and you’re ever so pliant for him, so welcoming. He’s completely at bliss, indulging himself in the feeling of your beautiful body and he will enjoy it every second you allow him the pleasure of you.
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