Primo: He no longer gets the erections from his youth (he'll sometimes say he used them all up in the 70s and 80s if he's in the mood to joke about it) and frankly the idea of expending energy on seduction or lovemaking, or much human contact at all, feels like a waste of what precious time he has left. Not to say he's immune to the touch of a soft, young thing who takes interest. Once you've gotten past his grouchy exterior, he's more than happy to dust off the knowledge of decades in the worship of sin and prove that he still has what it takes to rock your world. As far as receiving goes, he's less likely to allow that unless he's quite sure you will not have your feelings hurt when does little more than swell in your eager hand. He enjoys the affection just the same, as long as you do. He might be convinced to try some sort of enhancement if you really wanted him to, but he's pretty old-fashioned and ultimately knowing that you're satisfied is his only concern.
Secondo: In spite of his advanced age, he still gets aggressive hard-ons when he wants to (and occasionally when he doesn't, though that's rarer nowadays). But a lifetime of focusing on training himself to go all night long has left him often to have to take drastic measures to be able to cum himself, even after you're spent and practically begging for mercy. Combine that with the occasional effects of whiskey-dick, and he can be...a lot of work. So as much as he has a reputation for being dominant, even consensually sadistic, his basic desires are actually pretty tame and he won't let himself get too close to you until he's sure you'll believe him when he tells you he doesn't need to finish to be satisfied, that you won't take it personally. He's not an uncrackable safe, though and the right lover will figure out the surefire ways to make him lose control even if he'd rather die than admit them.
Terzo: Charismatic and confident, he's a seducer of cheering throngs and would-be bed-fellows alike. A below-average height gentleman with perfectly average equipment, and arguably above average skill. No one who's enjoyed his company in the carnal sense has ever been left unsatisfied, or without wanting more. But deep-down he's a hopeless romantic, though that's a part of himself he rarely let's anyone see. If you seek to woo this Papa you're going to have to prove to him that you don't just want him for his body, or his image, for the fulfillment of sexual desires he promises (and will absolutely deliver on), or the prestige and bragging rights that would bring...but to stimulate each other's minds as much as your bodies. Nothing excites him more intellectually or sexually than someone who can take charge and take him out of his own head. The moral is...it's easier for him to share his bed than share his true self, and you're more likely to see his boner than his heart.
Copia: If you were to ask him...his erections are consistent and satisfying. No trouble getting it up. No trouble keeping it up. But in reality he does have a weakness (or at least, what he would consider a weakness). He will cum almost as soon as he's inside you. He'll try closing his eyes and thinking about video games, biting the inside of his mouth, pinching himself until he bleeds. He's even prayed to the Dark Lord and dabbled in a bit of ritual sacrifice in an attempt to gain a sense of control. But it makes no difference...you just feel TOO DAMN GOOD. You make his mind go totally blank of anything but your wet heat hugging tight around him. Consequently, he'll spend as much time as possible on foreplay, teasing you, edging you, making you cum over and over so that by the time he gets to what could be considered the main event, you're barely functional. And what he lacks in stamina he'll more than make up for in adoration, showering you with affection and making you feel like the only person in his world, like he would literally die without you.
Perpetua: Whether you think he's a full-on creature of the night or just a weird little guy, he's...huge. Not dangerously so, but definitely enough for a new partner to be intimidated and more than a little nervous. He's eager to learn, desperate to please you, but inexperienced himself and pretty self-conscious about it (mostly because more than one partner in the past has gotten as far as seeing him in all his glory and excused themselves rather unceremoniously), so he needs you to be patient with him. Go slow and give him lots of gentle instruction and enthusiastic praise, and he will move heaven, hell, and earth to leave you satisfied. In spite of his shaky confidence, he's not shy about communication and will ask you lots of questions...what you like, how it feels. You will never experience someone more loyal and devoted once you coax him out of his shell, once he knows you really do want him. And if you can physically handle him...he. will. ruin. you.
Nihil: Nowadays he only has eyes for Sister Imperator. Plus he's dead, so I guess don't worry about it.
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?"
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.
The fics I have been reading recently are hiding in my subconscious. So much focus on his neck with nuzzling, kissing. licking, biting, etc. As I'm on the hunt for sources and creating posts, I just keep lasering in on the same spot.
Summary: Copia is all too enthusiastic when you suggest something new.
Warnings: 18+, smut, f receiving oral, face sitting, dry humping, kissing, Copia’s nose, Copia being beautiful, Copia worshipping reader, fluff, established relationship
Word count: 2k
A/N: Happy Birthday @littlemissemeritus!! I cannot believe writing a face sitting fic for you motivated me to get back into writing after several months. Hope you have a good one today, this is for you :)
The Cardinal had such a beautiful face. It was the kind of face that artists yearned for as to inspire their pieces of work. You could imagine that anyone with an ounce of talent in their bodies would long for him to be their muse. He had the kind of face that people went to war for.
Which is why you had the burning urge to sit on it.
Especially his nose. His gorgeous nose.
A flurry of butterflies swarmed in your stomach any time he looked at you, which had been a lot in more recent times. Ever since he expressed an interest in you really. You had always admired him from a distance, keeping away from him as your desire for him overwhelmed you any time you were in close contact. So you watched him, just looked at him, from afar. It turned out that he felt the same way for you, as he awkwardly admitted one day. He was endearing as well as beautiful which really screwed you over - the lust that buzzed in your bloodstream only doubling with that new information.
Another fun fact about the charming Cardinal Copia was that he worshipped you. By simply throwing him the bone of sharing a mutual affection for each other, he was willing to do anything for you. Which is why it didn't take too long once the intimate side of your relationship had started for you to express your want, no need, to sit on his face. And he was all too happy to hear it.
The way his eyes lit up at the mere notion of it showed you how in tune the two of you were. His words only solidified this. "I think that is a wonderful idea."
You weren't entirely surprised by his enthusiasm, he had shown in the past how willing he was to try anything in the bedroom with you. And with how much he practically bowed down before you and grovelled at your feet, it wasn't exactly a shock that he liked the idea of you potentially suffocating him by sitting on his face and crushing his head between your thighs. Not that you'd let that happen, you liked him too much so would prefer it if he stayed alive. Copia wouldn't have hesitated in saying that dying as a consequence of giving you an orgasm would be a pretty good way to go.
You were, however, slightly surprised when he suggested going forward with the activity right then and there in the moment.
"Wait, right now?" You gasped at him.
"Why not?" Copia shrugged in response, a smile on his face. "I have time. You have time. My bed is right there."
Your eyes drifted towards the piece of furniture in his room. You should've seen this coming really with how you'd brought up the idea whilst in his bedroom. It seemed only natural to immediately give it a go.
He saw you hesitate. "My face is also willing and available."
Your gaze snapped back towards his face. His beautiful, beautiful face. His nose really was calling to you, begging to be ridden on.
"Okay, let's do it."
"Great!" Copia cheered and bounded over to the bed, leaping onto the mattress and landing on his pillows with a couple of small bounces. He starfished momentarily before waving you over. "Come, come! So I can make you come!"
You shook your head at his joke, stifling a smile, and started kicking off your shoes. Pausing, you stared at Copia sprawled on the bed. He was fully dressed, and would remain so. You, on the other hand, would be have to be naked from at least the waist down.
The Cardinal noticed your hesitation and pushed himself up on his elbows to look at you. "If it makes you feel better, I am very excited about this."
The sincere grin on his face, the face you were about to sit on, was very convincing of his enthusiasm. So you stripped. Well, stripped from the waist down at least. And then you crawled onto the bed, smiling at Copia as he flattened himself against the bed again, fully prepared for what was to come. However, he appeared confused once the length of your body covered his and you stopped with your face hanging over his.
"Amore, what are you doing? This is not prime position for what we discussed." Copia's eyes roamed your face, affection filling them as he gazed up at you. He was confused but he certainly was not complaining when he had your breathtaking face so close to his own. He always found himself feeling rather lucky that you felt the same way for him as he did for you. When he had first admitted his feelings, he had expected that he would have needed to grovel at your feet in order to convince you to go on one date with him. He was shocked when you had immediately announced that you found him beautiful and jumped at the chance to spend the evening with him. It had only gone uphill from there.
"That'll come soon enough." You nudged your nose against his. "But kissing first."
"Well, if you insist." Copia chuckled lowly and closed the inch of distance between the two of you, his lips covering yours.
It was always nice kissing the Cardinal. Extremely nice. He knew the perfect ratio of lips to tongue, the exact way to have your toes curling without even touching you intimately with his hands, and the precise moment to break away that always left you craving more. He always had you clinging onto him, trying to pull him impossibly closer, bucking your hips against him with the desire for some sort of friction. You believed it was part due to your carnal attraction to him based on his beautiful face, but you knew it was because he possessed the gift of knowing you, of understanding you. He could sense exactly what would get you ticking and used that to his full advantage.
Which is why it didn't take him long before he was sliding one his thighs in between yours and pressing it against you.
You whimpered against his mouth and reluctantly broke the kiss. "That is not what we agreed."
Copia smiled. "Oh but, amore, I know it's what you want."
Damn, he was right. How he read you so well would continue to be a mystery. But oh, it was a mystery that you loved.
So you kissed him again and rutted your hips against his thigh, letting out a soft moan against his mouth as you did so. This sound made Copia smile, as it usually did. The initial objective was forgotten momentarily as you suddenly favoured the idea of riding his thigh rather than his face. This particular activity wasn't new for the two of you, in fact it happened to be one of the first things that you had explored with him and tended to make an appearance during every sexual encounter with him.
You desperately grinded your pelvis against his thigh, chasing the high that you knew would come soon enough. The Cardinal could sense your impending orgasm so shifted his leg into a slightly different position that would get you there sooner. He knew all the tricks with you, after all. But just as you inched closer and closer to that inevitable drop, Copia dropped his thigh from beneath you and slide it out from between your legs.
You groaned in protest. "Why? Why did you do that?"
The quaking feeling of the approaching orgasm faded away into a buzz that had you clenching around nothing. You hated him sometimes. Despite worshipping the ground you walked on, he could also be a tease.
"I think it is time for you to sit on my face now, don't you think?" He grinned up at you like the Chesire Cat and made a circular motion with his hand at his face. "Use this to make you come instead?"
He knew exactly how to get you.
Seeing the desire in your eyes, he patted his chest. "First slide on up here and take a seat."
You did as you were told, very aware that your arousal was staining his clothes. "Now what?"
"Now you sit on my face."
With a low sigh, you scooted forward until you were hovering over his face. But then you paused.
Copia's hands rested on your thighs, gliding up and down the skin to calm you. "Sit down. I promise it'll be fine."
"Are you sure? I don't want to break anything."
He laughed. "You won't. Just sit."
"But... your nose." You whined, thinking about how one slight slip up could leave it a mess forever. A crooked nose would look good on him, granted, but you did also like the way it looked now very much.
Copia huffed. "I can wait here all day if you like, I have a very nice view, but it's you who will be left with cramping legs and sexual frustration if you do not sit down."
He was right. The bastard. So you sat.
The delighted squeak that left Copia and was muffled against you did not leave you regretting that decision.
There was only a fraction of a second of delay, that had you wondering whether you had suffocated him, before his tongue darted out and swiped against you.
"Oh." Your hips squirmed at the sensation, the angle somewhat different to usual oral.
Copia's hands gripped your thighs tightly, somehow forcing you to sit against him even harder. It was like the taste of you sent him into a frenzy, it had, that caused him to make his mouth go wild on you. He devoured you. Licking, biting, sucking, shaking his head from side to side. Anything that he could reach was touched by his mouth at least once.
One of your hands flew to the headboard of his bed, clinging on for stability, whilst the other slapped across your mouth in an attempt to smother the sounds that were attempting to escape you. But as much as you could control the sounds your mouth was making, you could not control the movement of your hips. A primal urge overtook you that had you rutting your hips backwards and forwards. And once your clit hit his nose, you were done for.
A choked cry left your throat, the hand covering your mouth abandoning it's mission and flying down to grip onto Copia's greying hair instead. The grasp you had on him kept him in exactly the position you wanted as you rode his face, pelvis circling so the tip of his nose continuously hit exactly where you needed it to. The Cardinal beneath you had no issues with that and just carried on using his tongue to hungrily eat you like you were his last meal.
So lost in your own ecstasy, you didn't notice the squeaking of the bed springs behind you as Copia uselessly thrust his hips up into the air seeking out a friction that did not exist. However, he suspected he was probably going to come based on the taste of you alone. So sweet. So delicious. So addictive.
You weren't surprised at how little it took to have you approaching the edge of your orgasm with how good it felt. You expected maybe a few more knocks of your clit against his nose would have you there but you were caught off guard when the tips of the Cardinal's fingers dug so deeply into the flesh of your thighs that you predicted you would be seeing bruises sometime soon, and he pushed his face even harder against you. With the added pressure, your body tensed up and you crashed over the edge.
A strangled scream left your mouth as you collapsed against the headboard. Copia smoothed his hands up and down your thighs to calm you down as you slowed your breathing down, eventually lifting a shaking leg to move off of his face and sit down next to him.
The room was silent for only a moment before your beautiful Cardinal spoke.
"Well, that was fun." He chimed happily. "We should do that again."
You glanced over at him, taking in the sight of his skin glistening with the remains of you, looking drunk on the taste. He really was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
I presented 'pulling Perpetua around the ascot like it's a leash' now I present 'getting Copia to ride the strap' because both papas deserve to get pegged. it's good for them. :)
ayyyy the twins DO deserve to get pegged—just a little as a treat. thank you!
MDNI, explicit, 18+ (obvs)
You’re letting him go at his own pace. It’s not like you’re not enjoying the view.
On your back, hands folded under your head despite the itch to touch him. Your heartbeat is steady in your ears and your spine tingles from the pressure building against your mound. His movements are short and shallow—sinks an inch or two, rises, sinks an inch or two. You watch the way he stretches around the silicone, the way his hairy thighs twitch, the way his ruddy, swollen cock weeps.
A vein in his neck pops. He’s flushed from his chest up to his forehead. His eyes are squeezed shut—he’s concentrating sohard.
“You can take a little more, can’t you?” you ask sweetly.
The noise that leaves him is high and tight. He doesn’t open his eyes. “More?”
“Just a little.”
A sigh. “For you, amore? Of course,” he says. And then under his breath, with the most sheepish of laughs. “I will certainly try, at least.”
It’s a low blow, but you can’t help yourself. As he starts to lower himself further, as his breath catches and he takes the dildo deeper, you say, “There’s my good boy.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. Spits out a quick, “Madonna—”
And like it’s a compulsion, like they were the magic words to give him the strength to do it, he drops down. He impales himself fully on the dildo—sheathing every inch inside of him—and a low groan tears out of him.
He cracks his eyes open and shoots you a look that’s almost accusatory. “Non dire così.”
“What?”
“You—you know what,” he says, flustered.
His hips move a little, the slightest grind, and the pressure it creates against you—the way the base of the dildo drags against your clit—makes your hands fly to his thighs. He jolts, like your touch electrocutes him, but one of his hand covers one of yours.
“Calling you a good boy?” you ask innocently.
You pull on his thighs a little, urging him to move. He starts to rock his hips, grinding in earnest. His breath shudders out of him, and you swallow against your dry throat. Your blood heats at the way the dildo rubs against you. Or maybe it’s the tightness in his jaw, the sweat dripping from his hairline, the way he doesn’t seem to have any control over his body.
“Not—not just that,” he says.
And you flash a grin up at him. “Calling you my good boy?”
He huffs out a groan and shudders.
His cock bounces as he starts to grind faster. He braces his hands on either side of you, fingers twisting into the bedsheets, and he rides the strap-on clumsily. His breath comes short and ragged, and every time the silicone drags against his prostate—making him grunt and moan and whimper your name.
You won’t even have to touch his cock.
Squeezing his thighs again, you say, “But you are my good boy, Copia. You take me so well.”
He whines.
“Oh, I know. You’re so full, aren’t you?”
“For you, amore.”
“Of me,” you correct playfully.
His rhythm falters. He pauses so he can laugh again, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
And it’s another low blow.
You take his hips and thrust up into him—short and quick.
He throws his head back and cries out.
But he’s moving again, rolling his hips and grinding, chasing the friction against his prostate.
And as he comes—spilling hot ropes of it across your stomach and chest—you’re saying things like, “my Copia” and “my sweet boy.”
And as he convulses and trembles, he’s panting out, “Yours…. Yours…. Only yours.”
amore - love
madonna - my lady / exclamation
non dire così - don’t say that
Author's note: 18+ MDNI This has been bouncing around in my head for a while thanks to @copiasslut! I need soft Copia sooo badly. Huge thank you to @genuinezenith for beta reading this as always mwah mwah! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖
Cocooned in the comfort of the blanket and arms wrapped around you, waking up felt impossible. It was your day off, and a nap on a cool and rainy day just made sense. You had crawled into bed alone, knowing Copia had a full day of meetings, so you were pleasantly surprised to feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as you stirred. Instead of turning around, your fingers weaved between his and hugged him tighter to you, pulling you closer together.
Copia adjusted behind you, nose burying into your hair and his hips pushing flush against you. A pleased grin curled your lips when you felt him hard against your ass, a regular occurrence of which you would never tire. Not wanting to disturb his much needed rest, you were content to lay under the weight of sleepiness until he woke. Your thumb gently stroked the back of his hand as you basked in the comfort.
Copia slowly stretched in place as sleep drifted away, careful to not create any space between your bodies. He loved holding you, wrapping himself around your body and reveling in your combined warmth and scent. He nuzzled his nose behind your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. The slight shiver that shook your body made him grin against your skin.
"You're awake, amore?"
You turned your head, just enough that you were cheek to cheek. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, sleeping beauty." You teased and gently bumped your foreheads together.
"Ah, it is you who was the sleeping beauty I found in my bed earlier."
His fingers slowly separated from yours, his bare hand slipping under your shirt to spread across your belly. A kiss to your cheek this time.
"You flatter me, Copi."
You leaned back into his affections, not that you could get any closer. Your hips rolled, rubbing your ass against his arousal you certainly hadn't forgotten about, trying to get a reaction out of him. The deep groan in your ear the perfect reward that only spurred on the slow grind you started.
"Now this is how I like to wake up." He nipped at the shell of your ear and slid his hand up to hold your hip, trying to pull you closer. He held you tight, covering the side of your neck and face with soft kisses while lazily rutting against you.
As much as you loved being fully surrounded by him like that, you needed to kiss him. His whine from you pulling away just enough to roll onto your back was quickly silenced as you pulled him in for a long kiss. Your tongue languidly swirled with his, one hand sliding through the soft hair at the base of his neck while the other cupped his cheek.
He touched you with the utmost worship, savoring each sigh and moan that fell into his mouth as his hands expertly kneaded and caressed the body he loved so much. He gently pinched a nipple, pulling another wonderfully needy sound from you as he rolled it slowly between his fingers.
"Too much clothing. Need to feel more of you, per favore." He mumbled against your lips, his hands sliding across your hot skin to peel all of the fabric from your body.
His groan of appreciation at seeing you bare to him gave you butterflies. He always looked at you with the same passion and excitement as he did the first time you were intimate and it never failed to make you blush and get wet at the same time. Wasting no more time, he ducked his head down to capture a nipple with his lips and slide a hand between your thighs, groaning at feeling how slick you were.
"Always so ready for me." He crooned against your chest, his tongue slowly teasing your nipple.
The pleasure of his mouth and hand made your head delightfully fuzzy, but you needed more. Grateful he decided to forgo a shirt before joining you in bed, your hand grabbed at his chest, digging your nails in as you squeezed his pec. The grunt against your skin telling you how much he enjoyed it. Your fingers raked through the soft hair scattered across his chest and down his belly, leading to what you wanted next. You eagerly squeezed his cock through his sweatpants, feeling how hard he was and delighting in the throb that reverberated through him at your touch.
"Need you closer." You kissed him again and curled your fingers into the waistband on his pants, pulling at the elastic weakly, most of your concentration on the way his fingers circled your clit just right.
"Anything for you, amore." He hungrily sucked a mark onto your collarbone before reluctantly pulling away just long enough to take of his sweatpants and crawl between your legs.
You looked up at him in awe, your lover disheveled in the most perfect way. Loose hairs fell over his forehead and clung to it with sweat, his lips swollen pink from your kissing, his paints smeared to ruin and his eyes, oh Satan his eyes. He gazed down at you, pupils blown and his white iris nearly glowing in the overcast darkness of the room. His eyes full of desire but also devotion, the way he studied your face and looked at you like you hung the stars. You reached out a hand to cup his cheek once again, pulling him into another crushing kiss and moaning into his mouth.
"I need you." You whispered against his lips, drawing him closer with your legs around his waist.
Copia wrapped a hand around his heavy cock, hissing at the direct contact. He pumped himself a few times, making sure the leaking head rubbed against your clit the entire time. He teased your folds with a few strokes, barely catching at your entrance, relishing in the way you writhed beneath him and bucked your hips up. He loved to make you needy for him, but he was just as needy for you in that moment.
He captured your lips in another kiss as he finally pushed inside you. Your combined moans muffled in each other's mouths yet still echoed in the room. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him as close as possible. His thrusts were slow and deep, reveling in your warmth and slickness. One hand gripped the plushness of your hip while the other slid up to cup the back of your neck, tenderly holding you.
There was nothing but you and Copia. Breathy moans and reverent touches. When one of your faces wasn't buried in the other's neck, lost in pleasure, your gazes were locked. Passionately fixated on each other's expressions and tells of approaching release. It was your turn to pinch one of his nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and snap of his hips. In turn his hand slid down your belly, thumb steadily swirling over your clit.
You didn't need to tell him you were close, the sound of your breath catching all too familiar.
"Let me hear you, amore. Let me feel you cum for me." He panted, eyes fixed on the flush of your cheeks. "I need to feel you."
His words were all you needed for the tension to snap. You keened in his arms as your orgasm crashed over you, your nails digging into his back as you grabbed and arched against him.
"So good for me, amore." He eagerly talked you through it, his thrusts and fingers stroking over your clit continuing steadily. "Cazzo, you feel so fucking good around me."
He only took his hand away when your hips jolted from the overstimulation, using it as an opportunity to grip your hip again. Peppering kisses all over your face, he reached your lips once more and licked into your mouth as he continued. It wasn't long before he lost his rhythm and thrust so deep as he came, once again covering you in messy kisses as he throbbed inside you.
He stayed there, carefully holding himself up to not crush you, but staying close enough to nuzzle your nose with his while you both caught your breath. Eventually he slid out of you with a groan and rolled onto his back, bringing you with him to rest your head on his chest.
Your eyelids grew heavy once again, your body pleasantly spent. You curled into his side and melted as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.
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