Number 40 with copia please?? The condom broke but yall can’t hold back? >:)
okay so i had waaaaaaaay too much fun with this, thank you! and, i'm so sorry.
A follow-up to 7 minutes in heaven w/ younger Copia (helpful to read for context but probably not necessary)
40. We shouldn't be doing this/bad idea from the vague tropes list
Cardinal Copia x Reader. Reader terms used: breasts, clit, cunt. Brief mention of birth control Explicit 18+ MDNI. Consensual but characters say the opposite of what they mean, so slightly blurred boundaries? Reader is slightly tipsy. More vaginal fingering and fucking, unprotected sex. ~3k words
You stumble the short distance to your dorm room with Copia in tow, hand in hand. Somewhere between exiting the closet and unlocking your front door, every drink you'd had that evening hit you. You were grateful as you don't think you would have dragged him back here otherwise. You also credit the liquid courage for the way you shove him against the wall barely a second after the door slams shut behind you, and for allowing you to read Copia's flapping hands as surprise rather than rejection.
His mouth conveys his enthusiasm more than his body; physically overwhelmed by your confidence, all he can do is moan and gasp as your tongues slither together and try to match your infectious need. He looks so beautiful when you burrow a fist into his hair and part with a pop, with lips already swollen and spit covered, and pupils blown as he sucks in air while he can. You don't give him much time, already addicted to his taste and the unashamedly whiny noises he lets you swallow.
You plant your mouth to his again, dragging him to your bed while tearing off your clothes. Your teeth clash as you fall over each other, frustration adding to the fervent, agitated yanking of impeding fabric. Taking advantage of your momentary loss of balance as you both trip onto the bed, Copia manages to slide an arm around your waist and hoist you into his lap. He suckles at the swell of your breast, licking at the edge of your bra with increasing desperation. When you unclasp it and wriggle free, Copia's eyes light up as he takes in your naked chest and pulls a lip between his teeth with an earnest groan.
Then he looks up at you. Disbelief, awe and hunger hide any uncertainty there might have been and you are a perfect mirror, with a silent question of 'is this really happening?, or 'is this too much?'. As soon as Copia sees the hint of a smile curling your lips, he lunges forward and buries his face in your chest, delighted by your shriek of laughter. Open mouthed kisses are planted in a burning trail up to your neck, only broken by both of you trying to shuffle your way further on to the bed.
His touch is more assured now, albeit a little indecisive, like he wants to touch all of you all at once and it's unfair that he can't. It's a selfish form of worship and it's contagious. You're just as greedy and clumsy and you both fumble over each other, rolling and writhing with neither of you in control, until you grab between his legs and palm roughly over the growing bulge. You see a hint of a flutter in his eyelids and feel his fingers knead at the base of your spine, his cock hardening with every motion of your hand.
You mourn the loss of his mouth on yours but settle for his forehead against yours as his eyes screw shut. He grinds against your palm, unsuccessfully stifling moans which only become more insistent when he decides to repay the favour, feeling the dampness of you underwear when he cups you. The unfocused rubbing quickly has you reeling and your body shivering, sliding easily against heat and sweat.
You almost yelp as he deftly sneaks his fingers into your underwear. He traces the shape of you and thoroughly explores, experimenting over your sensitive skin. He strokes and spreads you until you've coated his fingertips and, while you appreciate the careful attention, you impatiently try to angle yourself to push onto his fingers. You're unable to speak but attempt to say his name just as he seems to get the message. You choke on it as you take in his finger and, after cursing under his breath, he begins a slow and steady rhythm of dipping in further, then almost completely retreating, curving over your slick cunt. He pays close attention to the way you buck every time he adds pressure and the strained cries you let out when he finds your clit.
"Tell me what feels good," he whispers.
You don't know to make it much clearer, already blushing at the sounds he's drawing out of you. You manage, "that. Fuck, this— this feels good," before your words fall into even needier moans. You grab his hand to keep it in place and thrust against it but soon even that isn't enough.
"More," you gasp, and then again when he twists inside you with another finger. "Yesss…"
With every stunted syllable you whine, Copia moves faster and harder and rougher until you're shaking beneath him and before you have the chance to beg, he focuses his attention on your clit with surprising precision - you can't believe that until an hour ago you had assumed he may have been a little inexperienced. You don't have time to dwell on your mistake, the swell in your core overtaking everything else. When you break, wailing out his name as your cunt clenches, Copia moans with you at the sound, and the sensation of your warm arousal spreading down his hand.
"Condom?"
"Huh?" It takes a second to register his question, your breath and heartbeat drowning out everything except the tingling sensation still rippling through your body. "Oh, shit. Bedside table I think."
He takes a moment to catch his breath, breathing just as heavy as you are and shifting comfortably. You look down to see why: his cock is straining to escape his underwear, and Copia looks like he's in agony, unsure of how to deal with the cotton rubbing against him. You take pity on him and roll over to open your bedside drawer, scrabbling around but ultimately not finding what you need.
"Shit," you sigh. "Uh, check my roommate's. They picked some up from the clinic I think."
Copia almost trips over himself stepping off the bed. He gathers himself and awkwardly pads over to the other side of the room. Kneeling, he rifles through their belongings before finding a pot of condoms at the back of a drawer. He snatches one from the pile and comes back to you, shoving off his boxers on the way. You peel off your underwear too just in time for Copia to help untangle them from your ankles before he kneels between your legs.
He pulls and tears at the wrapper but seems to have trouble getting a firm grasp. With increasing annoyance, his fingers fumble in a futile attempt to get it open but his frustration only makes him clumsier. With an annoyed huff, he gives up and uses his teeth. He struggles to spit out the torn corner but miraculously manages to roll the condom on with ease and wastes no time in crawling up your body. He kisses you deeply as you slot back together but he can't wait any longer, and breaks the kiss to line himself up with you.
You had felt his thickness through his boxers but now, as he slowly pushes in you realise you had underestimated how much you would stretch to accommodate the size. You can take his full length but his girth has you wondering if you should have asked him to grab the lube as well. But, as you will your body to relax and open for him, just as you think you might tear open, he shudders as he completely sheathes himself and the uncomfortable sting fades to a manageable, welcome burn. As you shakily exhale, your walls tingle around him and Copia whimpers.
He moves, trying to be sweet and slow despite grimacing. You both adjust positions, attempting to get comfortable. He presses a reassuring kiss to the corner of your mouth but you don't let him pull back, instead beginning a passionate embrace and encouraging him to start moving with a jolt of your hips. You can't keep your lips on his with the increasing movement, but you try anyway. He attempts to ask if you're okay but can't quite get the words out as you insistently roll up against him, dull aching pain giving way to sparks of pleasure with every thrust.
Thankfully, mercifully, Copia becomes less careful with each passing second and gives into his own need, urged on by your greed. The way your cunt envelops him, the way you paw and claw at his skin trying to pull him impossibly closer and the delicious noises that tumble from your mouth drives him close to a frenzy. He tries to speed up but his mind and body are not quite working in tandem. You're pliant beneath him, struggling to meet his rocking hips but still trying through ragged breaths and wailing cries.
He begins to falter slightly. Falling out of sync, he increases the force to replace the stalling pace but, just as you find a new rhythm, something shifts. Copia's eyes pop wide and he stops moving, looking down at his dick, but you let out a petulant noise and circle your hips. He almost collapses on top of you and you take the chance to roll him over and continue to writhe. Copia's eyes then roll back as you sink down on his lap, starting to grind and wind your hips and slide yourself along his length with your hands planted firmly on his chest. You giggle as you feel his grip tighten on your waist, excitedly anticipating his guidance to ride him exactly as he wants.
But he doesn't do anything other than call out a panicked, "Stop, wait!"
"What, what is it?" You ask with concern as he tries to sit up.
"I think… I think the condom broke. I felt a snap and then, then a— fuck, warmer and, and…" he trails off, pushing at your thighs to lift you up.
Copia holds the base of his cock as you carefully raise on your knees, wincing a little as he pulls out. When you look down, sitting carefully back on his lap, you see he isn't wrong. He stares in disbelief at the mangled latex now draped across his fingers before offering you a sheepish glance.
"Fucking hell," you scoff, shocked. "How did that happen?"
"Shitty free clinic condoms," Copia mutters bitterly.
Your head tilts. "Sure it has nothing to do with your tearing it out with your teeth?"
You can see it didn't just tear; it looks like it's been cut in half and then partially disintegrated. You have no idea how it even stayed on in this state. Copia ardently defends himself but you only half-listen, distracted by the adorable flush of guilt on his face. He completely freezes when his ranting is silenced by a quick kiss. You can't hide the grin on your face and, once over the surprise, Copia smirks back. He fails to hold back laughter and so do you, and your heads fall together after Copia tosses the useless condom to the side.
Once the chuckling starts to peter out, a crackling tension seeps back in. He caresses you softly and you start to melt into his gentle touch. Shifting gently, you feel his cock twitch against you, still tucked under you. He leans in to your neck and presses feather-light kisses to your skin and you instinctively grind down. He's suddenly painfully aware of how hot and wet you are and can't help but reciprocate.
"We can jus—AH— grab another one," you say unconvincingly. Copia doesn't let go of you.
"Y-Yes." You don't even try to get off him, too comfortable straddling him and thinking of nothing but the feeling of his shaft rubbing against you. "I should definitely… get up… and get… another one."
"Mmhmm, sensible," Copia croaks, trying to suppress the recent memory of just how fucking good it felt to be inside you. How he could feel so much more of you. How sensitive he was without the barrier. "We should—"
He grunts as you grind harder and, as his tip catches on your entrance, neither of you can resist. It's too easy to slide back together and you both gasp with relief as he fills you again. Copia's jaw clenches as you cautiously start to move yourself up and down his length.
"Definitely. Should stop," you say as he whimpers, losing the battle with his own will. "No matter. How—urghh, good it feels."
"Should definitely. Stop. Riding my, FUCK— cock like that," Copia says, making no effort whatsoever to stop you riding his cock like that. Even though-" he begins to guide your hips up and down- "it feels fucking incredible."
He should ask if you're on birth control. You should ask him when he was last tested. Or at least how often he doesn't use a condom. But you guess it's not usual judging by his reaction. And it's easier to believe that. To not have to talk. To not think. So you don't. You just move, and kiss him, and pant into his mouth as the addictive friction erases any thought of stopping. The knowledge that you should stays in the pit of your stomach but its nagging gnawing only serves to stoke the flames. As does the man at your mercy, now practically sobbing as he tries to fuck up into you, just as intent on losing himself completely.
His hands are heavy now and his fingers sharp, digging to the flesh of your ass and splaying across your back as you hold him close. The mixing of sweat and slapping of skin in the frantic need is as ugly as it is intoxicating, with any considered technique lost to self-indulgent lust. You're both loud enough to be heard over the music next door but neither of you will think about that until much later.
Copia lies back on the bed as his muscles start to protest, twinging and vibrating in exertion. His nails gouge your thighs and each squeeze and scratch shoots through your nerves straight to your core. His tortured wails as you continue to bounce above him ring in your ears. As your own legs start to cramp, you lean forward, planting your hands either side of his head and you want to etch the look of pathetic desire contorting his face into your brain. His chin juts out as you start to wind your hips again and, by the high-pitched whining, you know he's close. He tries to tell you anyway.
"I-I-I'm really close," he splutters. "I need to— AUGH! I should…" You know what he's trying to say and your eyes darken as you have the same thought.
You don't stop. "You should not. Cum. Inside me."
You both groan in unison, but Copia looks a little sheepish. "No. Definitely not." His voice cracks.
You lean in further and, lowering your voice, you respond: "No matter. How good. It might feel."
You notice a quiver in Copia's lips as you settle into a new undulating cadence, positioned to rut against him just right to tighten the spring threatening to snap.
"Or. How much. I want to," Copia practically wheezes, struggling to handle his own building climax.
"Really bad idea."
You let out a guttural moan and Copia offers a hard, jerking thrust to prolong it before rolling on top of you. You share another questioning stare but you answer first by attempting to hook a leg around him and digging harshly into his back. He arches with the pressure, crying out he feels your cunt clamp and pulse.
"Sweet. Fucking. Lucifer."
'Bad decisions and blasphemy', you think, feeling oddly proud as more tingling heat creeps up your body. But the thought is fleeting as Copia bears down, hair strands falling to frame his eyes. You pull at him as if trying to pull him through you, locking him in place as he struggles to continue. His arms shake under his own weight and his thighs twitch. His voice is hoarse with exhausting desire as he speeds towards release, pleading for relief with you.
His body seizes as he cums with a final filthy moan you find yourself mimicking while meeting the last waning kicks of his body as he empties himself inside you. You close your eyes to hone in on the sensation, hot and filling, and the sound of you both trying to regain control of your breathing.
Copia narrowly avoids collapsing on top of you, only staying pressed to your chest for a moment before dramatically flopping on to the sheets beside you. He runs a hand over his face and through his hair, collecting himself before daring to look over at you. You sport the same satisfied expression, although yours is a little more mischievous which seems to calm Copia a little, even earning a half-chuckle. You embrace the post-coital awkwardness together.
"I am, uh, going to the um…." Copia begins, speaking slightly too fast. "If you need to go, um, to the clinic tomorrow, I can… meet you there, maybe."
You raise an eyebrow. "To complain about their condoms?"
"No! Well, maybe."
You think about explaining to him that once they find out he opened it with his teeth, they may not be sympathetic to his concerns but you decide to save your already depleted energy.
"Sure," you reply.
"You know, if you needed anything. Not that you need me to, ahh, accompany you. But if you'd like."
"Copia, I already said yes."
"Oh. Okay, yes. Good."
You laugh into his side as you cuddle up to him. A definitely-not-a-date trip to the clinic, you silently muse, may not exactly be a step-up from your encounter in the closet. But if Copia really is going to argue with them about the quality of their offered protection, it will probably be worth it.
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