Is it really a uniform kink if it's her white suit? Can that be considered a uniform?
I'm horny for it, so, yes! It is! Sorry it's short and the smut itself is a bit rushed, I'm tired and quite behind on these so I'm rushing to get them out. They may be edited later when I upload them to ao3 (no guarantees)
NSFW below cut (terms per usual) MDNI
Tags: Kneeling, Cumming in Pants, Receiving Copia, Trans Copia, Uniform Kink, The White Suit
Terms for Copia: Chest, cleavage, dick, balls, tip, cock, length
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"Amore… are you sure about this? It seems really tight."
That's half of the reason you're doing this. The other half is the excuse that you're showing her that she's still sexy despite the weight she's gained.
…Okay, it's the only reason.
"Come on, dolcezza, I'm sure you look great. Did it go on?"
"Eh, yes, but—"
"Then it fits. Come on out, I want to see you."
The door of the bathroom opens to reveal what you'd say is single-handedly the most sexy thing you've seen in your entire life. Copia stands before you in her old white suit from nearly a decade ago. The buttons on the jacket are nearly bursting with how they struggle to hold her chest back, the plunging neckline only accentuating the fact that she hadn't chosen to worn an undershirt, her cleavage delectably obvious. The pants are tight—so much so they seem practically vacuum sealed to her, hugging her belly where it hangs over her hips, cupping her soft dick and balls with enough visibility you think you can actually see the slit at the tip.
Your silence makes her nervous, if the way she shifts her weight from foot to foot is any sign. And fuck, that only pushes her cock out more, and now you can see her thighs in more detail than before, restricted by the fabric and far thinner than they had been before, you're sure she'll be spilling out of then when she tries to take them off. "Caro, what do you think? It doesn't fit, clearly, I'll get rid of it—"
You're falling to your knees and crawling up to her before she can even finish. Your shaky hands find purchase on her thighs, squeezing them despite how tightly they're held. They barely give at all. You press your face against her dick, nuzzling into it and nearly suffocating in how addictive the scent of her musk is there. She squeaks a little at your enthusiasm, her hand coming to cup your head as you try to bury yourself further into her.
"I take it you like it, then?"
"Mhm," you mumble, moving to mouth at her through the fabric. She groans and her hips buck into you, only fueling you to continue. You're licking and sucking at her as if she's not wearing anything (with how revealed she is she might as well be.) You manage to open your jaw wide enough to capture one of her balls between your lips and that has her keening, her knees buckling.
You bring your hands up to support her by cupping your ass (not at all self indulgently, if she notices you groping her during this, she doesn't mention it). You move your attention to her tip, which is leaking a wet spot into the material. When your lips seal around it and you suck, she cries, and you moan as the taste of her precum spreads across your tongue. One of your hands moves to stroke her length as it twitches and tries to get hard, though it can't really when it's confined so tightly.
The fabric is probably ruined. It was designed for dry cleaning only, and… what you're doing right now is far from dry. You can't find it within yourself to care, though, when she's above you whimpering at every slight motion you make against her. "Teroso—"
You redouble your efforts, stroking and sucking at her like it'll kill you to part from her. A piece of you thinks you might. When she finally cums, she's folding over you, both hands burying themselves in your hair as she ruts herself against you, spilling all over herself as you try to coax more of the liquid into your mouth.
"Caro, caro—" she cries when you eventually pull away. Her legs weak from her orgasm, she joins you on the floor, falling into your arms with a long, sated sigh.
"I think we should keep the suit," you mumble into her hair, petting it.
Could you write some ftm t4t sweet and tender lovemaking with Copia? If you can add some praise kink and body worship to the mix it would be lovely, but I'll leave it up to you 👀
Thank you, have a nice day 🫶
ftm!copia x ftm!reader
this ask made me ajdaklgjhgakgjh i'm so so sooo soft for t4t copia and mixing that with some body worship and praise is genuinely my dream 😩 i really hope you like this because i loved writing this one <3
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contents: sweet t4t sex, body worship, praise, a little biting, slight hair pulling, grinding, t-dick penetration
NSFW under the cut - MDNI
The touch of the hands that mapped out the expanse of your body was gentle. Reverent, almost, with the way his fingers caress your skin, tracing over each and every imperfection. Though there were never imperfections in Copia’s eyes, how could there be when you were the epitome of everything good in this world? Your body was the most holy temple he could imagine.
Hot breath tickles the inside of your thigh as he places adoring kisses against the tender flesh, tongue occasionally darting out to lick up the slick that glistens there from his hours of worship. Your fingers wind into his greying hair, giving a light tug in an attempt to guide his mouth to where you need him most.
Copia chuckles against your thigh, giving a nip at the tender flesh near your core before suctioning to you there in a way that you knew would leave a mark for days to come. A gasp falls from your parted lips as you tighten your grip in his hair.
“Pl- Fuck- Please, C” You moan, giving a gentle roll of your hips up into nothing, desperate for friction. The man between your legs laughs breathlessly, moustache tickling your skin and fingers flexing against your thighs.
“Please what, caro?” He mumbles against your skin, eyes finally tearing away from the heat between your thighs that throbs at his words in order to look into yours.
The look of pure devotion Copia gives you pulls a whine from you, cunt clenching down around nothing, slick with arousal that soaks down your thighs and onto the bedsheets. The sight makes you chew on your bottom lip.
“I want to feel you, Cardi, please.” The words come out as a gentle sob. “I’m tired of teasing, I just want to make you feel good.”
“Oh, amore,” the man coos at your words, pressing a gentle peck to your cock- which twitches under the sweet touch of his lips. “You only needed to ask, you eh… You know I would do anything for you, don’t you? My sweet boy…”
Reverential kisses trail from the apex of your thighs up to your chest as he shimmies his body up, stopping to kiss along the scars that stretch under either pec. You gasp when he’s teeth catch at one of your hardened nipples, grip in his hair tightening as you drag him up to finally meet your lips.
Copia moans wantonly into your mouth when you hook a leg over his hip, grinding your wetness up against his own. You can feel him mumble something into your mouth- likely something in Italian- as his hands drag up to grip your hips as he rolls down against you.
Your breath catches in your throat, and you’re bucking up against him to grind wet folds together for more of that delicious stimulation. The way his lips move against yours grows more desperate, as though Copia were trying to swallow you whole and devour your soul completely with each press of his lips, slide of his tongue, or nip of his teeth.
One of your hands releases the firm grip from his hair, tracing down the features of his face so that you could cup his cheek in your hand as you broke your kiss, barely pulling away. The man whimpers at the loss of contact, swooping down so that he can rest his forehead against yours as he continues his relentless rutting.
“You feel so fucking perfect, baby,” you breathe against his mouth, a particularly high-pitched moan escaping you as you roll your hips in a way that allows his t-dick to rub against your sensitive hole.
It was no secret you were obsessed with his cock, the past thirty-or-so years of taking testosterone having performed wonders on that precious clit of his. It would make you jealous if he weren’t so fucking mouth-wateringly precious. There was nothing quite like having your face buried between those gorgeous thighs of his, lips wrapped tightly around him while he humped your face, coating the lower half of your face in delicious slick.
There would be plenty of time to show him just how much you appreciated his cock later- now, it nudged against your weeping entrance- fat and slick with a combination of your mixed arousal.
“Please, amore. Please let me put it inside,” the near-heavingly being you had the honour of calling your man pleaded against your lips. How could you ever deny him whenever he got needy like this? Despite being the head of a satanic church, he was nothing short of seraphic when in the throes of ecstasy like this in your arms.
You’re taking his face in both of your hands, gently shushing him as you rub your thumbs over his cheekbones in a soothing gesture, eyes full of yearning as you whisper against his lips before catching his bottom lip between yours: “Go ahead, C.”
He lets out a high whine at that, grinding his hips against yours until you feel the tip of his cock catch your opening and slip in ever so slightly. You grip his shoulders, nails leaving scratches across his back as you press your heels into his ass, urging him deeper inside you.
A broken moan slips from Copia’s parted lips, t-dick pulsing inside you as he rocks his hips forward to chase that stimulation. His face falls to your neck, lavishing you in wet, open-mouthed kisses as his pace grows erratic and inconsistent. You card fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he pounds into you to the best of his abilities, your collective moans filling the room.
“Fuck, C, you’re gonna make me cum-“
The whimper that escapes Copia is sinful as his cock pulses in your cunt as you clamp down around him, walls fluttering as he continues to thrust himself into your warm heat while your slick coats him. With a final breathy moan, he gives one last rut of his hips, stuffing himself as deep inside you as he can as his own slick dribbles down his thighs.
“Cazzo, you feel so good, tesoro.”
You take comfort in the feeling of your chests heaving against one another as Copia collapses on top of you, face burrowing into your chest as he nuzzles into you. A little breathless giggle rumbles through you as you continue to brush your fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, giving a gentle kiss to his forehead with a whisper of “I love you, Copia.”
“I love you more, caro.”
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