Hello 👀 about requests 👀 would you write something about an au in which Copia is a hooker (of the street kind, not the fancy kind) and gets railed with dirty talk and degradation and he's not too happy about the whole thing?? If not no worries
A Life Lackluster
Pairing: Copia/GenMale M/M
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3,529
Summery: Copia is a well known performer in an underground burlesque Cabaret club, but although his dream is to make it on the stage, it doesn't exactly pay the bills the way selling his body does.
Themes: darkfic - dub-con themes, bottom!copia, prostitution, sex work, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, degradation, slut-shaming, back talking, SASS, physical abuse (slapping), mild blood/injuries, oral, throat fucking, anal sex, creampie
Copia bowed his head and hunched his shoulders in a little against the drizzly damp of the air as his gloved hands cupped around the cigarette hanging between his lips, trying to keep the paper dry as his thumb flicked at the striking coil a few times, attempting to get a flame. Flick, flick, flick, and still nothing but the scratch of the flint.
“Cazzo...Fuckin’ piece of shit...”
He grumbled low as he shook the cheap bic a few times, hoping that might wet the wick inside enough to get even a small spark to catch. Honestly, he should just invest in a zippo and be done with these useless corner store lighters, but when he had days where he had to choose between groceries or the electric bill, investing a chunk of change into an already expensive habit just wasn’t worth it.
At least that was his rationalization for it, though it did exactly dick to help him in moments like this when he was buzzing from a hot and heavy night on stage and just needed a fix to settle the lingering adrenaline. Three more unsuccessful flicks had him pitching the lighter across the sidewalk with a skittering clatter of cheap plastic on cement. Groaning in disappointment, Copia closed his black shadowed eyes and let his head fall back against the poster-plastered brick of the night club; cigarette still perched between his painted lips like a broken promise. He fully reclined against the wall, kicking one booted foot up against its surface as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat. Maybe there was another lighter stashed in there, somewhere?
He shivered lightly, the damp hanging in the air adding just enough chill to the night that it bit at his skin. Granted, he was still wearing his stage outfit which was little more than a corset that stopped midway up his sternum and fishnet stockings on top of a black thong. Tonight's show had been a particularly filthy affair and the less left to the imagination, the better~ Copia certainly didn’t mind showing off his body, especially if it got the audience roaring for him, and it was fun to touch himself in a way that left them aching but unsatisfied. A refreshing space of ‘power’ he could control in contrast to the lack of said power in his life outside the club...
Scoffing a bit at the sinking pit in his stomach he gave up on digging in his pockets, pulling his hands free to grab the lapels of his tailcoat and tuck the fabric a little tighter over his bare chest and shoulders. The metallic snap and scratch of a metal lighter near his head made Copia’s mis-matched eyes pop open; face turning in the direction of the flickering fire held aloft a few inches from him.
“Need a light, doll?”
Eyes adjusting to the firelight, Copia looked beyond it to the face smiling at him. Handsome enough, and with an unmistakable glimmer of self-serving mischief that lit up the eyes and curled the edges of his lips in a way that the younger man could appreciate. Certainly not the worst face that had greeted him on a dark street. He tilted his head a little against the wall where it still rested, gaze shifting between the stranger's smirk and the dancing fire held up in his hands. No... Certainly not the worst he’d attracted.
Leaning up a bit and curling his torso forward so that half his coat spilled open again, exposing the right side of his body, Copia reached out with one hand to wrap leather-encased fingers around the other man’s wrist, holding him steady as he tipped his head closer, setting the tip of the cigarette into the fire and inhaling slow. His face scrunched slightly with dismay as his mouth was filled with heat and the murky flavor of damp tobacco, but no smoke or the sweet nicotine that he craved. Cussing on a sigh of defeat, the singer drew back, releasing the stranger's wrist to reach up and pluck the useless cig from his lips, twisting it between his fingers to examine the damp paper before crumbling the stick and tossing it aside to join the equally disappointing lighter he’d discarded earlier.
“Guess the Universe is telling me it’s time to quit, eh?” Copia murmured low, smiling with a shrug.
“Mm, or maybe it just thinks your mouth would be better suited wrapped around something else~”
The man’s smirk deepened as he snapped the zippo lid closed and pocketed the lighter, reaching out with one hand to stroke the back of his fingers up Cardi’s leg from the bend of his knee towards his hip; catching one of the loops in the fishnet to tug suggestively.
Ah. So much for some ‘foreplay’.
Copia hooded his eyes as he kept his gaze on the finger curled into his stocking, watching it pull the fabric taut, so close to tearing. What was it about men and tearing up clothes? Fishnet might be flimsy, but it wasn’t cheap to replace every time.
“What makes you think I-”
“Oh~, I’ve seen you perform...”
“Tsh, my act doesn’t mean that I’m easy.”
The larger man leaned in closer, voice like a dagger wrapped in velvet. Soft. Dangerous. His hand on Copia’s thigh shifted, moving to the curve of his hip and squeezing meaningfully.
“I’m not just talking about in the club... I’ve seen you.”
Copia’s eyes widened at that as his lips parted on a tight breath. He wasn’t exactly cautious about when and where he did his extra ‘work’, but he was rarely out in the open... which meant this man would have had to see him pick up a john and followed them. Great, an attractive stalker. He might have to rethink that ‘not the worst’ notion he’d had earlier. Still, it was clear what the man wanted out of him, and that was an easy enough means of getting rid of him so Copia could get on with his night.
He did want to blow off some steam after all.
“Then you know it’s not a free performance.”
The stranger snorted at that and pressed in closer, boxing Copia against the wall and drawing his free hand up under the section of the singer’s coat that still covered his torso, pushing it back over the curve of Copia’s naked shoulder to get a better look at him.
“Guess you better put the work in and fuckin’ earn every penny then, huh?”
The younger man’s smokey eyes hooded slightly as he considered the man bracketing him against the side of the club, two-toned eyes slowly roaming down the length of the strangers' body and pausing at the impressive outline of his trapped cock in his jeans. His tongue flicked out against his upper lip, touching the short hairs of his thin mustache as he considered how much his jaw would ache if he managed to get most of it into his throat. Humming a low note of approval, Copia looked back up to catch the man’s hungry gaze and tipped his head towards the alley at the back of the club.
“Let's take this somewhere a little more private... There are a few cops that prowl this corner on the hour looking for anyone turning tricks.”
“Hm, and you know their schedule that well because it’s usually YOU they’re looking for?” The larger man murmured with a snide snort, drawing back enough to let Copia push off the wall and walk them the few feet to the end of the building and into the dank shadows of the back alley.
“Let's just say that you’re not the only one who’s seen me ‘perform’ outside the club.”
“Why should I bother paying then when you seem to give away the goods for free to anyone willing to watch?”
“Cause the cuck chair is always free~” Copia muttered sarcastically, smirking low as he glanced back over his shoulder.
His amusement was short lived though, the collar of his tailcoat suddenly being yanked back hard enough that the singer stumbled off balance, grunting rough as he collided with the wall; momentarily stunned as the back of his head connected with brick. Groaning low and bowing his head forward to reach for the sting in his scalp, Copia’s breath caught on a choked inhale as the john’s fingers clutched around his throat, bringing their faces close enough that he could feel the heat of the other man’s breath on his skin.
“One hell of a mouth on you...”
Copia swallowed a bit rough, mis-matched eyes dancing between the other man's eyes and lips, his own tongue toying against his lower lip as a deviant hunger ignited in his veins.
“Mmhn, you should give it a try and find out firsthand~”
The growl that escaped the larger man was primal and the hand he had wrapped around Copia’s throat slid upwards along the line of his jaw and into his hair; grip punishing as he pushed the performer down onto his knees. His free hand made quick work of his clasp and zipper, finally giving the beast in his pants some much needed air. Copia breathed in slowly, saliva pooling against his tongue and his throat already constricting at the promise of the coming punishment.
He didn’t resist as his head was tipped back, giving the john a good view of his face, mouth already open with anticipation. The stretch was just as achingly perfect as Copia had imagined it would be as inch after amazingly thick inch pressed itself towards his throat, refusing to let up until Copia could feel the coarse hairs of the mains groin tickle against the finer hairs of his mustache. His eyes watered from the strain, throat vainly trying to swallow, lungs to draw in breath. Gaze fixed on the larger man, Copia drooled the excess saliva from the corners of his mouth as he held out as long as he could before trying to tap out for air. The smug ass held his hair tight, tugging Copia forward just that much closer to properly make the singer slap at his thigh in earnest before drawing all the way out; releasing him entirely so that Copia fell forward with a harsh cough and raspy inhale.
As he pushed himself back into an upright position, Copia wiped at the excess drool on his chin with the back of his gloved hand, teary eyes glancing up ruefully towards the man standing over him. The stranger smirked and lightly clucked his tongue against the back of his teeth as he reached to stroke his spit-slicked cock.
“That really all you can handle, slut? Hardly worth my time, let alone a dollar~”
Copia snorted a bit at that, taking the bait of the other’s insult and reaching up to firmly grip the hem of the man’s jeans, pulling him closer as his mouth greedily claimed the flesh it hungered for. His cheeks hallowed as he pulled deep, working the length in at his own pace until the flared head was notched into the back of his throat once more. The hissed breath escaping between the large man’s clenched teeth was as beautiful to Copia’s ears as any moan could be, his eyes slipping closed as he savored the weight of the cock pinning his tongue to the bottom of his jaw. His head rolled, building up a rhythm until the ache of his stretched throat became a craving.
Hands clutched at the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as his movements were guided, the wet squelch of his throat being fucked open a lewd harmony to the light patter of the rain on the nearby trash cans. Copia’s half-opened eyes rolled back as he groaned, letting himself be used as his own hand went to his crotch, gripping at the stiffness of his dick pressing pitifully against the strained fabric of his thong.
“Mggh, now that’s more like it~” the john murmured roughly as his rolling hips snapped harder, causing Copia to choke and constrict around him once more, “I think you’re fooling yourself on this ‘singing’ bullshit... your mouth was made to be filled just like this.”
Copia growled at the back of his throat as he glared up at the other through a wince, his jaw tensing enough to clamp his teeth around the shaft in warning. The john froze for an instant as he looked down at the whore’s face, his grip on Copia’s hair twisting the strands hard enough to make the singers already bruised skull ache.
“Watch it, bitch. You don’t need teeth in that pretty face of yours to get the job done.”
The threat wasn’t anything Copia hadn’t heard before, and he had yet to meet a man actually willing to follow through on it. His lips pulled back slightly, showing off his teeth as he bared down just a fraction more, daring the man to try it. Being demeaned for being a hooker was one thing, but being told his singing was worthless wasn’t an insult Copia was prepared to tolerate.
The stranger cussed at the uncomfortable pressure baring down on his dick and yanked back hard on Copia’s head to pull free. Copia sneered with satisfaction, spitting excess saliva and precum from his mouth as he held the irate strangers gaze in challenge.
“You were saying~?”
The slap wasn’t unexpected, but it still made Copia see stars as his head snapped to the side and heat like a branding iron burned across the side of his face. The taste of hot iron coated his tongue and Copia smiled through a grimace as he weakly tongued the split in his lip.
“T-The rough stuff costs extra, just so we’re clear...”
“Noted.” The john whispered viciously as he hauled Copia up onto his feet by his hair.
Hissing with pain and not looking forward to the migraine he’d be battling by the end of the night, Copia staggered to catch his balance, grunting as he was spun around and pressed cheek-first against the grimy brick wall. Its rough texture felt like sandpaper against his already burning skin, made all the worse as the stranger pinned him in place with a strong hand pressed to the back of his head. He grunted a little, quickly reaching to brace his hands on the wall for purchase as his feet were kicked apart into a wider stance, the solid frame of the man behind him making him feel like he was being compressed by a vice.
There was little warning before the john’s free hand slipped between them and hooked into the loops of his fishnet, giving a rough yank that tore the fabric into a gaping hole. Copia cussed sharply at yet another ruined set of costume stockings, his voice strained as he tried to glare at the man beyond his shoulder.
“Hey!! I have to use these again for work!”
“Like anyone gives a fuck if a slut is wearing pants...They don’t cover anything from view anyway...” The man’s hand clutched tightly at one of Copia’s ass cheeks, hooking his thumb against the back of the thong to tug the fabric out of his way as he spread the smaller man open. “This is what your little patrons pay to see~”
“T-tsh... the tease is part of the allure, dickhead.”
Copia gasped and arched as he felt the other man's thumb roughly force itself inside him, the digit rolling lazily to loosen the tense flesh.
“I’m not paying to watch you flaunt your ass up on stage... I’m here to wreck this pretty little hole.”
“Planning to get on with it anytime soon or just talk? I have other shit to do tonight...”
“There’s that fuckin’ mouth again...” The stranger growled with annoyance, the hand he’d been pinning Copia’s head with shifting to force three fingers into the singer's mouth, cutting off anything else Copia might have said in response. “You sound better when you’re gagging on something anyway.”
The singer let out a muffled growl as his teeth bared once again, but the john’s fingers hooked down firmly against his lower jaw, forcing his knuckles up against the flat edge of Copia’s upper teeth and keeping his mouth pried open so that he didn’t have the leverage to bite with any real force. Copia tasted blood on his tongue, knowing he’d at least scored the skin in his efforts, but it wasn’t as satisfying as it could have been. He keened sharply as he heard the larger man spit into his free hand; the pressure of hot flesh forcing itself past the resistance of his hole forcing Copia to rock up slightly on his toes, bracing against the discomfort of an all but raw entry.
The john didn’t waste energy on any more cocky insults once he was pressed into the smaller man’s clutching heat. The hand not occupied in Copia’s mouth gripped at the whore’s hip hard enough that bruises were already beginning to bloom under the indents of each finger, pulling Copia’s body back to meet each primal thrust. Copia’s breath punched out between his stuffed lips in muffled grunts and low groans, taking the man's brutal desire less than enthusiastically, but it certainly tickled the dark part of his brain that found the roughness enjoyable.
As much as he disliked this man's personality, the feel of him pumping inside of Copia scratched just the right itch to keep the singers' cock thick and leaking in the cloth cage of his underwear. Resistance ebbed as the younger man gave in, accepting this fucked up clash for what it was in the end... A transaction. The tension in his mouth softened as Copia wrapped his lips around the fingers muffling his voice, sucking at them lewdly and humming with approval as their rough grip relaxed; pistoning against his tongue in a matching rhythm to the man’s cock. Without them fighting each other, Copia managed to drop one of his hands down between his legs, roughly taking himself into the clasp of his gloved fingers and stroking quickly.
When the john drew back to spin him around one last time, Copia was done fighting about it. He reached out to wrap one arm around the other man's broad shoulders, letting his legs get swept up off the ground and the wall now at his back brace him as he was hoisted from the ground and slammed into anew; sparks dancing like embers across his nerves.
“C-Cazzo!!”
Copia threw his head back, ignoring the protest at the back of his head as it connected against the brick once again. It was all worth it so long as the smug son of a bitch could make him cum.
“Nnggf, fuck, that’s so much better, isn’t it bitch? See how good I treat you when you behave?”
“S-Shut up and keep going...!”
“H-heh, you really are just a needy cum slut, aren’t you?” The stranger grinned with satisfaction as he snapped into the now pliant whore begging for more, making sure every thrust bounced Copia from the force.
Copia keened again as he felt his prostate get hammered mercilessly in this position, all else fading to the background as his mind focused only on the mounting tension in his loins. When his climax finally broke free, the rush of it made him buck down hard, his limbs tightly clutching at the man supporting his weight. He could feel the john’s cock thicken and kick inside him, heat burning along his fucked-out channel only to drip back out as the man rocked his hips back and left Copia’s body open to the damp air.
He was dropped back onto his feet a bit unceremoniously, but at least the dickhead didn’t just drop him on his ass. Even so, Copia’s legs felt like jello and he leaned back against the wall, letting his body slide down its surface until he was seated on the ground, breathing hard through the post-orgasm haze. He blinked a bit as a fluttering motion in the air caught his attention, his gaze following the decent of a couple of $50s as they dropped from the john’s hand to the ground between his spread legs. Considering how much grief the man had given him, it was generous. Copia tipped his head up to look at the other man's face, smirking mildly.
“Glad you enjoyed the private show... Asshole.”
The man smirked, giving Copia’s boot a stiff kick as he tucked himself back into his pants, shoving his wallet back into his coat pocket before fishing out the zippo from earlier and tossing it at the singer.
“Something to help keep that fuckin’ mouth of yours busy...”
Copia arched his brows and watched the man wander out of the alley, a smile curling his split lip as he snatched the lighter and cash off the ground, pocketing the bills and fishing out his pack of smokes to tap one free and grasp it between his lips.
“Guess the Universe doesn’t believe in quitters after all~”
Thank you to all who read, respond, and repost! I hope you enjoyed it and I'll be sure to write more soon! - Hijinx