copingcopia

[copingcopia]

Can I Play With You?

Things get heated once Copia agrees to let you play.. with him

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Papa IV/Frater Imperator x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, pet names, smudging Copia's paints, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing, Copia whining and being sweet

Author's note: Originally posted on AO3 on 9/23/24. This is part two to A Different Kind of Game but can be read standalone (though I recommend reading the first part for Suffering Copia). Comments and reblogs are always welcome and thank you for reading this far already!

His soft plea was all you needed to hear before closing what little distance was left between you. Warmth bloomed from your cheeks and through your entire body as your lips touched for the first time. Surrounded by his scent, you melted into him like putty. Gripping his bicep over his hoodie you pulled him closer, sighing into his mouth at finally getting to kiss him. 

Copia's brain was short-circuiting. You were clinging to him and he was kissing you. You kissed him. Something he had dreamed of endlessly for years and he didn't know what to do with his hands. His cock was throbbing already and all you did was get close to him and kiss him once. He moaned as you licked at his bottom lip, his gloves squeaking as his hands flexed in panic before cupping your face with one and cautiously settling the other on your thigh.

His touch drew you in even more, rolling your body toward him just to get closer. You smirked as you sucked on his bottom lip, realizing you were smearing his paints like you had fantasized about so many times. Reluctantly you pulled back, immediately quelling his whimper at the loss of contact by running your nose down the column of his neck. As much as you craved his hands on your body, the desire to bring him pleasure was stronger than anything else in that moment. 

Copia writhed from you trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensation, afraid this was just another one of those dreams that would leave him aching in the morning and he didn't dare wake up. That only lasted a minute as his eyes flew open to the sound of you sliding off his bed and onto the floor between his knees. 

“Amore, what are you-” His question was cut off with a moan as your hands squeezed his thighs. He was already so worked up and the way you were looking up at him through your lashes wasn't helping him any. 

“Can I play with you, Copi? Please?” Your voice was sweet but low, your own arousal getting the better of you. Seeing him above you; his lips swollen and paint smudged beyond repair from your kisses, a dazed yet hungry look in his eyes, his white eye seeming to glow in the light of the television screen. It didn't even register that he called you something he never had before.

Copia's lips moved and no sound came out; adrenaline, panic, and so much arousal coursing through him all at once with the realization of what was happening. Eventually he nodded, “Y-yes. Yes please, but-” He scrambled to pull his unzipped hoodie off and extended it out to you, “For your knees. The floor is hard.”

If you didn't already completely adore him, seeing him flushed, nearly breathless and twitching through his sweatpants, but focused on your comfort would have gotten you there. You took the bunched up fabric from him, sucking a wet kiss to his Adam's apple to show your gratitude before slipping it under your knees. 

“Thank you.” You murmured against his throat and slid your hands up his thighs, gently kneading at his muscles. His moan as your fingertips dipped beneath the hem of his tshirt and stroked the skin of his belly stoked your own arousal further and caused you to roll your hips to grind against nothing. You lost yourself in getting to feel him for the first time, the warmth and softness of his skin, the sharp inhale he took as your nails combed through the hairs below his belly button all while you continued to cover his neck in kisses and gentle bites. You needed to taste him. 

Your fingers gently curled into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and you sat back to look at him for permission. “May I?” Your eyes peered up at him as you peppered his jaw with kisses. The feel of his head frantically nodding against your lips and the breath “yes” that ghosted over your cheek was enough for you to pull them down as he raised his hips.

A moan fell from your lips as you took in the sight before you. He had shifted so he was leaning back on his hands, his chest heaving and eyes wide as he watched you look him over, anxious for your approval. His shirt had ridden up from your teasing and his cock stood against his belly, thick and leaking with a deep red tip. The look on your face must have shown your appreciation as his cock twitched, pulling a whine from him.

Your fingers gently wrapped him and you started a slow rhythm, savoring the feel of him heavy and warm in your hand. Your tongue flicked out to catch the next bead of precum leaking from the head which pulled a shaky sigh from above you. Daring to look up, you caught sight of Copia beautifully slack jawed and watching you intently. Cheekily you winked and kissed the side of his cock before taking him into your mouth. You moaned, eager to show your enjoyment at finally getting to do this. Surprise took you as a hand quickly found the back of your head not to push, much to your relief, but to simply hold you close. Your tongue swirled against the underside of his cock as you took him deeper, your free hand kneading at his thigh.

Copia was lost in the sensation of you. His head was desperate to lull backward in all the pleasure of your mouth on him, but he couldn’t bear to look away for a moment, unable to control the whimpers and groans that escaped him with every stroke or lick. Your lips wrapped around his cock, tongue dragging along his entire length as you looked up at him through your lashes and moaned from tasting him. “Cazzo, your mouth is perfect. Ah!” This was better than he ever imagined and he was dangerously close already. The hand on your head continued to rest there gently, never grabbing at your hair or dictating your pace, he was at your mercy and just hanging on for the ride. 

His writhing only spurred you on and you were excited to pull every sound from him possible by the time you were done. Your head bobbed faster as you took him to the back of your throat, pride bursting in your chest from the strangled cry that fell from his lips. Your free hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in your palm, pushing him even closer. 

“I-I am close, amore.” He whined breathlessly, legs shaking on either side of you. “Where do you-? I-in your mouth?” He weakly questioned through heaving breaths.

You moaned in assent, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. The desire to bring him such pleasure and hear him cry out because of you became near desperation as you hollowed your cheeks. 

“Satanas, I-” He cried out your name as he came, his cock throbbing against your tongue as he spilled into your mouth. You continued to work him through his release, making sure to draw every whimper and drop from him, greedily swallowing everything he gave you while he nearly collapsed on the bed. 

Eventually you released him from your lips, licking them before giving him a teasing smile. The hand he still had on the back of your head gently pulled you up into a kiss and he moaned into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue.

“How was that for a game?”

“Amore, I think round two is your turn.”

Taglist/those I think would like this: @genuinezenith @daffodilcrown @copiasslut @copingcopia @mistmessenger

[copingcopia]

Copia with his not at all hidden praise kink. All you have to do is tell him how good he's doing. Tell him he's such a good boy. Tell him how good he's making you feel. Tell him no one could ever make you feel pleasure the way he does. And he'll be melting. Taking every ounce of will power in his body to not cum on the spot.

Giving my boy the praise he deserves (and didn’t get enough of as a child, or adult for that matter)

Him doing little things to impress you just so you tell him how proud you are of him, how good he’s doing, giving him a little kiss on his nose and him blushing hard and holding back a silly smile when you do.

Him enjoying eating your pussy wayyyy too much just because he knows he can earn those thankful little whimpers from your lips, knows you will cry out his name and tell him how good he makes you feel, loves being the only one in the world who can make you feel this way 🤤

you’re moaning out breathlessly for him, stroking his hair softly, and whispering “that’s it, don’t stop sweetheart, fuck i’m so close Copia, such a good boy for me” him looking up at you with those gorgeous eyes, listening carefully to your words as he’s swirling his tongue around you, nearly coming all over himself there and then as he feasts on you

Him being a big fan of having you ride him, just so he can see your face contort in pleasure, him whining as you slowly slide down onto his thick cock because he sees how much pleasure you get from his body, never satisfied til he’s had you crying out and trembling for him again and again

[copingcopia]

|| cw: copia x reader, lots of smut, a lil bit of fluff - oral sex (m. receiving)

buckle up, I’m horny and having thoughts - so here’s a lil something something for ur pleasure 🫦

Copia comes back to his quarters where you are patiently waiting for him, you smile excitedly as you hear the door creak open, but the smile drops as you hear the slam of the door behind him, rubbing his temples and muttering curses under his breath, very clearly pissed off & looking visibly hurt because once again dickhead Nihil is being an ass to him, disrespecting him and berating him as usual and he’s simply tired of the old man and his bullshit - no words are even needed, the second you see that look on his face, you know what he needs, what he deserves, you know only you can cheer him up when he’s like this.

You come to hold his face in your small palms before you take his hand in yours, fingers intertwining as you lead him to your shared bed; you press a delicate kiss to his cheek to silently let him know that you understand how he’s feeling, and your fingers come down to carefully unbutton his shirt (you know he has expensive taste when it comes to his clothes) you neatly fold it up and place it on the bed. Your hands slowly slide down his chest and begin to wander down to his plush lower belly, both covered in soft, dark hair - you can’t resist pressing a soft kiss there before pushing him down onto his back and dropping to your knees as you quickly pull his hot and heavy length out of his pants. You slip the fabric down his legs, not willing to waste a single second with removing them completely, so instead they rest bunched up around his ankles.

You grip onto his thick, fuzzy thighs and spread them apart, tracing wet kisses up his inner thigh, gently sucking to leave behind little love bites as he’s just looking down at you in complete awe and adoration - so obediently just laying there on his back for you, he folds his arms behind his head, allowing you take control and soothe him how he so desperately needs after the day he’s had.

You drip a string of saliva down onto his cock and close your palm around him - holding deep eye contact with him, you watch him swallow hard and notice his pulse starting to thump against his neck as you slowly fuck him with your delicate fist as he hardens in your hand; once he’s fully there, you lean down to lick a slow stripe up from his balls, up his thick veined shaft and to the swollen head of his cock, gently licking at his leaking slit, teasing him and tasting him before slipping him past your plump lips and closing them around him. You take him all the way down to the base, being sure to hollow your cheeks as you suck your way back up to the tip - earning you the beautiful sound of a deep, husky groan from his own lips.

Quickly you’re giving him the sloppiest, most delicious head of his life, practically sucking his soul straight out of his body through his cock, gently massaging his balls with one hand as you squeeze him near the base with the other. You repeatedly take him along your hot tongue and deep to the back of your throat, milking him with your expert mouth as he’s just laying there, gripping the sheets, gasping & almost sobbing at the intense feeling.

Before long, you’re giving him the most earth shattering orgasm of his life; his fingers come down to twirl into your hair, holding your head in place while his cock kicks and pulses like a beating heart - he can’t hold back his loud moans, his mouth open and eyes squeezing shut, little praises and your name falling from his lips as he shoots his warm come all over the back of your tongue, painting your throat with his spend as you’re swallowing down every thick, creamy drop and moaning like a whore as you do so, for his listening pleasure.

You finally slide your lips off him and kiss your way up his tummy before pulling him up into a cuddle and allowing him to nuzzle into your chest and neck as you stroke his hair, feeling pleased to have helped better his day. Copia lays there completely exhausted, cock still throbbing but starting to soften, thighs trembling and quiet whimpers leaving his perfect lips from how hard his orgasm hit him, so intense that he no longer even has the energy left to feel upset or angry at anything. He’s completely forgotten about the miserable day he’s had, now laying comfortably against your chest as he softly inhales your scent and practically purring as you comb your fingers through his hair,

“thank you for knowing me better than anyone else in this world” Copia mumbles against your skin. He’s satisfied and sleepy, with that gorgeous smile on his face once again 😌 and you’ll be there everyday to cheer him up if that’s what he needs.

Copia deserves to be happy, be respected & always feel good 👏

*smacks the post button and runs away*

🤍 tag list: @hangnailme93 @mistmessenger @holdnarrytight @bitemefightme 🤍

also tagging a few who I think may enjoy reading🥰: @copia-indulgence @danse-macabre-ballerina @unholyguleh

(lmk if you want to be on the tag list or don’t want to be tagged anymore❤️)

[copingcopia]

Papa Emeritus iv flirting headcanons. What are his signature moves and lines for trying to hook up with someone?

|| HCs of Papa Emeritus IV flirting with you 😌

(this ended up turning into an adorable list of hcs of him just being so pathetically in love with you & trying his best to win your heart😩)

@copiaslittlesunshine tysm for requesting this, oh I love thinking about about how perfect he is & writing it down 🤭

❤️ he loves old, romantic but incredibly corny movies, so you know he gets most of his moves from them

❤️ he’s a big fan of the classic old “fake yawn, arm over the shoulder” trick

❤️ he knows he will likely embarrass himself and become a stuttering mess if he tries to verbally flirt with you, so he tries to focus on his actions instead

❤️ he remembers the little details about you, knowing just how sweet you like your cup of tea, your favourite flavour cake, he will bring you little sweet treats for you both to share when you’re having a bad day 🧁 (he likes to share bites of food together just so he’s somehow close to your lips)

❤️ this man never wants to leave the 80’s, so he will make you mixtapes with cheesy love ballads, hoping that you take the hint

(you don’t even own something to play them on - copia my love, it’s 2025) 📼

❤️ writes ghost songs about you 😩

❤️ always looks deep into your eyes when he’s talking to you, he tries to listen carefully so you know he really cares but accidentally ends up staring at your lips & daydreaming about how soft they’d feel against his, how you’d respond if he just closed the gap right there and then..

❤️ he’s always looking for a reason to touch you or be close to you, he will tuck your hair behind your ear, brush his knee against yours when you’re sitting close by, gently graze his hand against yours at the table, place a comforting hand on your lower back

❤️ he starts tickle fights often, just to be in close proximity to you (though he usually gets a little too excited from it🤭)

❤️ he invites you over to his room to play video games but often lets you win so you will playfully tease him about it 🕹️

❤️ he will absolutely use the line: “If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together”

(followed by the biggest smile, a wink & him wiggling his eyebrows at you, he doesn’t care how corny he is, it’s worth it to hear your laugh)

❤️ he makes jokes a lot, he doesn’t care if it’s at his expense, he just loves being the reason you’re laughing & smiling

❤️ he sometimes “forgets” to turn on the heat in his office just so it gets a little chilly and he has an excuse to put his jacket around you (he adores seeing you in his clothes) 🥺

❤️ loves discussing his nerdy interests with you, he finds it even hotter that you share some of those interests. - has probably shown you his Star Wars figure collection 48 times to try and impress you

❤️ copia is such a hopeless romantic, he falls in love so hard

(More hc reqs like this pls!!!) 🤍

[copingcopia]

This online safety act bullshit is fucking unbelievable. Our government is so incompetent that the only glimmer of hope I had was that they would fuck it up so royally it wouldn't actually be effective.

I don't even have any valid ID rn, and even if I did they're not fucking linking shit I do online to it.

I've not been posting much the past few days because my head is all over the place with other IRL stuff and I'm just fucking angry at the state of the world rn.

If this shit starts blocking places like here, then thank you to all the wonderful people I've interacted with - truly you've all been light in a very dark time for me, and writing has become such a needed outlet.

I don't want to be angry here, so hopefully the shitposting/hornyposting will resume soon once I can get my head right.

[copingcopia]

5 pieces of media to describe me (no commentary)

thank you so much for the tag @avocado-writing and for generally being wonderful <3 passing on to (hopefully you don't mind) @genuinezenith @mistmessenger @fratello-rigatoni @jessicafangirl @preqvelle

and anyone else who wants to :)

[copingcopia]

Copia PDA hc

I absolutely think Copia would struggle to keep his hands to himself if you're together. But I think the PDA would be kept to a minimum, at least in the beginning. I think he would assume that's what you would want, maybe too worried about embarrassing you.

I can see him getting flustered even at the tiniest peck, or touch of his waist, if there's people around.

Until you ask him about it. And when you tell him you want to show him off, he would blush so hard and grin like an idiot. Once you give him permission, he would never let you leave his side, always have a hand on you and take every opportunity to kiss you and whisper in your ear how much he loves you.

Because he wants to show you off too.

[copingcopia]

I’M GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL PLS MORE

[copingcopia]

I just want to lay my head on his tummy and spend hours or maybe days like that

He’s just… oh my god

[copingcopia]

Having various Copia thoughts™️ this morning so dumping them here as they come. Some nsfw, some fluff.

Lying with your head in Copia’s lap, feeding him M&Ms while he plays video games.

Taking a trip to the beach house with Copia and fucking nasty on every available surface, then napping in the sunlight on the balcony

(And fucking on the balcony in the middle of the night. Insert in the middle of the night it breeds joke here. )

(Even though irl the idea of getting pregnant is A Fate Worse Than Death to me) Having Copia fuss over you while carrying his baby.

Copia being a little too overprotective of his partner when they’re pregnant.

Teaching him how to bake.

Spanking him with a wooden spoon bc he keeps sticking his finger in the batter 🤭

Copia doing karaoke singing Donna Summer’s Love is in Control

Copia coming off stage after his ascension and absolutely ruining his new, hard earned face paints between your legs

[copingcopia]

source

Respectfully, please fuck me off.

[copingcopia]

Hey! Can I request some Perpetua smut? Thinking about maybe while reader is wearing his mask? Appreciate you! <3

a long, languid roll of your body has him chanting your name like a prayer. oh yes, this is how he worships: beneath you, his cock in your velvet heat, talons scrabbling at your sides for purchase. he fights between the urges: does he explore every inch of you, or just to sink the blunt tips of his claws into the plush swell of your hips and hold you there as he pistons up into you?

in the end he just lets them go limp either side of his head as you surge forwards to kiss him, sweet caressing hands tracing up his alabaster plain of his body to come and settle on his face. within a second your clever fingers are reaching for the buckles of his mask, slow and deliberate, waiting for an instruction to stop if he is uncomfortable.

he is not.

you undo the clasps and slip it from his face. you've long since grown accustomed to his monstrous appearance beneath, the true shape of him, the creature he has to hide. but not from you. not only did you accept it but you embraced it, adored it, rejoiced in his fangs and scales and piercing eyes.

then, rather than discarding it to the side as you usually do, you place it on your face instead, the top buckle keeping it steady as you continue to ride him.

a thrill goes through Perpetua at that, the idea of you wearing something which is so much a part of him. it's so intimate. your eyes peer out from the empty sockets, silver skull dominating your face, and you wink down at him with a grin when you see how rapt he is.

he cannot help it, he surges up and catches your mouth against his, feeling his nose press against his own mask. he rocks his hips up inside you until you are crying out in pleasure, and all he can do is look at you like this: perfect, and his.

[copingcopia]

"I am going to….." Copia curses briefly, hands tightening on your hips as he drills harder into you. His eyes fall shut, one hand spreading over your stomach as he fucks into you, as if he'll feel himself deep inside you.

"I'm going to orgasm deep in you, dear, I'm- I will knock you up with child. You-"

He peeks at your response, monitoring the way your mouth opens in a moan. "You want - Yes, you want my children? Two of them? Four? I will- You will be so full of my seed."

You toss your head, biting down on your lip as you try to muffle a short laugh.

"I will fuck my seed back into you to make sure it takes, fuck you as many times as you need until you're full with child-"

He whines out the last part, grip tightening to the point of bruises. "Ah, I will- whatever your pregnancy cravings are- I will rub your feet, my love-"

[copingcopia]

hi hi! could you write how Copia would react to reader trying to purposefully make him jealous throughout the day? ♡

I was debating between him being soft and insecure about it, or loud and aggressive when he finally gets you alone. Let's go with the latter. 😈

rating: NSFW 18+

You've only been Frater's assistant for a week, and tension between the two of you has already been heating up. You ache for him more and more each day. Making it a point to catch his attention while you bend over in your mini skirt to pick up something you "accidentally dropped." Biting your lower lip, leaving subtle yet suggestive remarks, twirling your hair in your fingers...all of the usual behaviors of someone who's desperate to get plowed by their boss.

Oh, and he notices. And plays right along. What started off as cordial and refined from his end quickly during to playful banter, soft touches on your lower back and shoulder, and endless bedroom eyes.

Knowing this sweet young thing is attracted to an old pervert like him has him unraveling. But seeing how confident and forward you are has him both in bliss...and enflamed. He knows he'll need to reign you in if you get too flirtatious with others. Copia is possessive -- there's no sugarcoating that. If he gets to have someone, they're his.

Representatives from other branches of the Satanic ministry were in for the day, touring the new facilities. Frater had the misery joy of guiding them around the temple and grounds, with you right there answering mundane questions from the other clergymen. But you were feeling extra naughty today, hoping to push that final button on Copia.

You made your way towards the front of the group, and made light, playful conversation with one of the younger cardinals from the Salem branch. He was handsome, of course, and made it painfully obvious to Copia that you were flirting with him. All those behaviors you were doing for Copia -- innocent giggling, twirling your hair, touching his shoulder...teasing... -- you were suddenly doing for this cardinal.

And it made him seethe. You weren't getting away with this unscathed. Sure, you weren't even close to a "thing" yet, but he was ready to reel you in now.

The tour concluded, and the group made their way to the refectory for lunch. Copia suddenly grabbed your arm, startling you, and pulled you in the opposite direction of the group. Of all the times he's touched you, this felt different. Aggressive. Firm. And you liked it, not even knowing what would come next.

"Sir? He-he... what's going on?" You begin giggling, and this sets him off even more. He pulls you into his office, slamming the door behind you, using his other hand to grab your tight waist and push you further into the room.

"How DARE you toy with an old man like this?!" Copia bellows.

Feigning ignorance, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I--" you start, but are quickly cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. His right hand is still gripping your wrist, as his left hand pulls you in closer to him by the waist. He then pulls away entirely too soon.

"You thought I wouldn't notice, eh?" His voice now in a low, sultry growl. "You tug and pull at me all week, and then give the same treatment to another?! That's not how this works! Mia ragazza cattiva!" The Italian comes out angrily between his teeth. He's determined to make sure you understand.

His right hand moves up from your wrist to around your neck, pulling you in for another bruising kiss. Copia, not leaving your mouth, pushes you up against his desk, hand digging harder into your neck, and you feel his hard cock twitching against your groin. Your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths. You begin to undo the top buttons of your shirt, but Copia is two steps ahead, and rips the shirt open. His lips leave your mouth to feast on your breasts.

You try to get a word in, to defend yourself, to speak your feelings, to calm him down. But you get the notion that he's not interested in talking. At least, not about the tension that's been rising between you since day one. He'd rather just show you.

"You're mine, cara, and I'm going to fuck you now."

You throw your head back, moaning something absolutely filthy, as he lifts you up on the desk and begins his conquest.

Maybe one of these days, I'll learn to write shorter character write-ups, rather than scenario-driven fics. Frater and Reader are both dominant here, which can be fun to think about. Thank you for submitting, anon!

Tagging some peoples who have inspired me to start writing: @stellargh0ul @copiasslut @avocado-writing

[copingcopia]

RIP Ozzy

Fuck man. Another great gone. Personally, I don't have many great childhood memories, even fewer involving my parents, but I do remember growing up sharing a love of music with them. Ozzy and Sabbath were such a big part of that.

I'm so glad I watched his last performance, and I remember thinking what a privilege it was to see it. Not just for us, but for him to be able to put on what he knew would be his last show and do it his way, and feel the love and appreciation from fans and peers while he was still here.

Never thought he would be gone so soon after. But wherever he is, I hope he's still raising hell knowing he's going to inspire us to do the same for many more years to come.

[copingcopia]

do we think copia is a desperate, noisy, whimpering mess when he comes?

Yes or yes?

[copingcopia]

face down in décolletage - chapter 2

Papa Emeritus IV x Fem Reader | NSFW | AO3 | Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Copia talking about being face down in tits has all the feminism leaving my body. I am sorry but he can leer at my boobs any day and I would thank him. So TW for Copia being a fucking perv and kind of degrading but if you are into that we are golden! (check AO3 for full tags) And now ... what happens in his dressing room. I think this is the most NSFW, NSFW thing i have ever written so here you are. Massive thank you's to @ghostchems and others on discord who i have been torturing with parts of this over the last week. You guys are the best 💜

The door opens with a bang startling you as you sit nervously, waiting. Your thoughts had been warring in the time since you had set yourself up in his dressing room, entirely naked as he had requested. The way his eyes had been following you had been irritating you all day and yet you just allowed him to fucking motorboat you in your place of work. There’s something about him with the paint and the costumes that you just found irresistible, as if you are compelled to do as he tells you. You had been debating just leaving but as his eyes land on you as he closes the door you feel no regret. A look of dark satisfaction crosses his face and he slides his hand down his body drawing your attention to the thick bulge already forming at his crotch. 

‘Brava ragazza,’ he moans as he palms his dick through his trousers. ‘I do enjoy an obedient slut.’ You sit up straighter and open your mouth to object but the look he gives you has your jaw snapping closed. Part of you wants to argue still but then again you are sat naked in his dressing room after a handful of short conversations and half a day. Perhaps you don’t really have a standing there, and the way your body is already reacting to him, you don’t want to put an end to whatever is happening prematurely. He stands up straight and crooks his finger at you. ‘Come here cara.’ You rise slowly from the sofa, fighting the temptation to cover yourself. It is pointless you know, he will just insist you show him all of you anyway. He raises his hand bringing you to a halt in the centre of the room and he starts to pace, slowly, leisurely, around you, still not having taken his hand off his cock. 

‘Not just a nice pair of tits, eh?’ He comments as he circles you, taking in your body from every angle. You feel like a piece of meat, like prized livestock being inspected and again part of you wants to object but something tells you that if you do he will stop. And you really really don’t want him to stop. You start in surprise when he kneels down in front of you. That was not what you had expected him to do. 

‘Now let’s see how ready for me you are Cara, before I decide what to do with you.’ He doesn't break eye contact as he pulls off his glove with his teeth, one finger at a time before dropping it to the floor. He slides his now bare hand between your knees, encouraging you to spread your legs, then tracing his fingers up the inside of your thigh. ‘When I have finished with you, you will be soaked down to here you know.’ Your legs start to tremble at his touch.You want to press your legs together, to ease some of the ache in your cunt but you hope if you are patient you will get to feel his fingers at any moment. They are almost all the way up your thigh when he stops and sighs in disappointment.

‘Oh cara, I thought you wanted me, no?’ Looking down at his face you can still see the teasing look in his eyes. ‘Do you not want my touches? Is that why you are not already leaking down your thighs for me?’ He starts to pull away and in a panic you clamp your legs shut against his hand keeping him in place. He looks at you with a raised brow, questioning your audacity and you know you must do something to appease him. 

‘I’m sorry Papa, please don’t stop,’ you beg as you spread your legs once again. He doesn’t remove his hand from you thankfully continuing his path up your leg until the back of his fingers graze your pussy. It feels incredible already but as he slides his fingers between your folds you struggle to stay upright, your knees threatening to give out from that alone and you have to grip his shoulder for support when he teases at your entrance. But it seems he really is just checking how much he has turned you on because he pulls away, his smug satisfaction returning as he inspects the way your slick coats his fingers.        

‘This is a good start, si, but you are not ready yet Cara. Not for my cock, not here anyway.’ He slips his soiled fingers into his mouth groaning at the taste of you. ‘You taste sinful,’ he tells you. You gasp at the thought of his mouth on you but instead he stands leaving you still wanting for now. ‘Perhaps you want a taste of me too?’ He doesn’t wait for an answer, pushing you backwards until your legs meet the sofa forcing you to sit down and affording you a full view of his thick ever growing bulge. It must be painful with how tightly his trousers are laced and you want to free him but you look up first, feeling like you need permission. 

‘Go ahead cara.’ As soon as he says it you scramble to get him free. While lovely to look at the laces are frustrating and working them loose feels like it takes forever, that is, until you catch a glimpse of skin and hair and realise he isn’t wearing any underwear. You redouble your efforts knowing your prize is so much closer. You work them loose enough that you can pull his tight trousers down far enough that his still growing cock is revealed to you. It crosses your mind that this could be why he wants to make sure you are wet and ready enough because that thing has the potential to split you in half. You reach forward, eager to get your hands wrapped around him but he knocks them away. 

‘Hands down Cara. You have to earn being able to touch me.’ You quickly drop your hands to rest on your legs looking up at him impatiently. You want, you need, something so you decide to just look instead. It’s long, but also thick, so thick you think you would struggle to grasp it with one hand and it is so hard now that if you lean only slightly forward you would be able to take the pink head in your mouth and swallow down the precome gathering at the tip. Your mouth waters in anticipation of tasting him but you wait for his instruction, only able to pull your eyes away when he grasps the base with his own large hand. 

‘Open up Cara mia.’ He laces the fingers of his spare hand through your hair, guiding you forward as he directs his cock to your mouth but instead of sliding straight inside he traces the shape of your lips with the tip, groaning as he coats your mouth with his precome. He pulls away just enough that he can see your glazed lips. ‘Taste it,’ he commands so you lick your lips savouring the salty bitterness and he lets out another deep rumbling groan. ‘Bene cara, so obedient for papa.’ He strokes his fingers through your hair and you keen at the touch. ‘Now open again for me.’ This time he pushes the head through your lips letting it rest on your tongue. You want to close your lips, suck him in deeper but you wait for his direction. Both his hands cup the back of your head encouraging you to take him and although you can’t take all of him, you will be damned if you don’t try to take as much of him as you can. 

He is watching raptly as your lips stretch around him and you are impressed by his self control. He is a visibly holding back from fucking your face, you can tell from the way he is gritting his teeth but he must appreciate having to give you time to get accustomed to the size of him. Breathing deeply you focus on relaxing your jaw and easing him deeper and deeper, willing your gag reflex not to kick in as you do. He feels so good in your mouth you can feel your slick building between your legs as you imagine how he will feel filling your pussy. You moan around him, the size, the taste and the commanding way he is treating you already doing more than most of your past encounters.   

You pull away momentarily, a string of spit keeping you connected as you struggle to catch your breath. Deciding not to take him all the way down straight away, you kiss and lick your way down his considerable length, taking note of his low moans and hitching breaths. As you get to the base his tight trousers restrict you moving any further and both of your frustration is palpable. Before he can stop you, you grab at the waistband working the laces further open and giving you better access. His fingers tighten in your hair but he doesn’t stop you as your mouth finds his balls. 

Letting your hands wander along with your mouth you get your first feel of his thighs below the ripped fabric. You can feel the strength in them but there’s enough give that you can dig your fingers in as you pull him closer. You kiss your way back to his tip eager to get another taste of him but as you suck on his head his grip tightens encouraging you further and further down. You trail your hands around his thighs and up to his perfect ass, squeezing and hoping he understands the permission you are giving him to use your throat. He groans as he guides you further and further, all your concentration on keeping your throat as open, as relaxed as you can even as the burning stretch intensifies. You want to do it once, take him fully, to prove something. To him or yourself you aren’t sure but despite the discomfort you aren’t ready to stop quite yet. 

‘Can you take it eh?’ You hone in on his voice letting his slightly mocking encouragement help you to relax. ‘Just a little further cara and you will have all of me.’ His thumb comes to brush your cheek, massaging your stretched jaw. 

‘You look so good like this, look at me.’ You flick your eyes up to meet his intense gaze. ‘If I knew you were this good of a slut I would have had you earlier.’ You swallow around him as you realise how close you are, eyes going out of focus when you try and look how much of him you have left to take. 

‘So fucking eager aren’t you?’ His self restraint impresses you again as he lets you work your way down at your own pace. ‘You want to please your Papa don’t you by swallowing me all down.’ After what feels like forever you feel your nose against him and you have done it. It feels like there is no space left in your head for anything but him, consuming all your senses, all your thoughts. You feel a rush of something, satisfaction, pride or it could just be the lack of oxygen but it makes you moan around him which must be a step too far for him but in the next moment he has pulled out of you, leaving you coughing and spluttering as he grips the base of his cock and turns away from you.  

‘That is enough of that Cara. Touch yourself now.’ His back is to you so you know you don’t have to follow his orders instantly but as you try and steady your breathing you find yourself doing it anyway, dipping into your entrance with a groan before teasing your clit with slow slick circles. You watch intently as he peels his clothes off layer by layer. The jacket first, still sparkling in the overhead light. He takes care, hanging it on a moulded hanger hooked on the back of the door, straightening the lapels and smoothing out the creases in the sleeves. Next his boots, a simple zip inside of each and he is able to pull them off with ease lining them up first left, then right next to his scuffed brogues. 

When he reaches for his shirt buttons your mouth goes dry. He starts at the bottom, unbuttoning each button with a slow deliberate motion as more and more of his body is revealed to you. The groomed hair at the base of his cock thins out to a salt and pepper trail up his soft stomach and connects with his thick chest hair and you have to fight the urge to leave your position so you can run your fingers through it. The shirt gets discarded with little care and he moves on to the trousers. You are intrigued how he plans to get them off with any grace but you say nothing as he turns away again. 

The waistband is already sitting half way down his perfectly rounded ass thanks to your efforts but it takes some time for him to work the material down his thick thighs. You wonder if you should offer to help but before you make a decision he has managed to work them down to his knees and from there much less elegantly kicks them off. You have never felt so desperate to get your hands on someone in your life. He looks at you at last, as naked as you are, well except for the socks and notices you have paused your touches. 

‘Do you need me to take over now cara?’ He questions with a knowing smirk. You nod dumbly as you watch him saunter towards you, unable to settle on where you most want to look. His still achingly hard cock, his toned thighs, his broad chest or his handsome face. He was a feast for the eyes and you wanted him. Just as you think he is going to stop in front of you again he moves to drop down on the sofa beside you. He shuffles closer, laying his arm across the back of the sofa behind you and the other creeps across your thigh and underneath your own useless hand. 

‘Let me get you ready then.’ It seems he is done with his teasing as his fingers easily seek your entrance, sliding in with little resistance. He pumps them in and out, pressing down and spreading his fingers in an effort to stretch you enough to take him comfortably but not neglecting your pleasure either. His thumb grazes over your clit deliberately and he curls his fingers inside you as he finds your spot. You grip the arm rest as he pleases you, playing you as easily as he had played the crowd earlier in the evening. He adds a third finger and you start to feel the stretch but his whispered reassurances and stroking thumb work you through it until you are ready for more. 

‘I think you are ready now Cara.’ You keen at the loss of his fingers but he is already helping you into his lap, positioning you just so you will be able to control how much you take, at least for now. You grip his shoulders as you sink down so ready, you find yourself rushing. ‘Ah ah, now, we take our time or you might regret your haste tomorrow.’ You take a deep breath to steady yourself but you can still feel your limbs begin to shake as you struggle to hold your position. The long day and prolonged teasing make it hard to resist your exhaustion. You rely on him to guide you instead and one hand on your hip and the other directing his cock to your entrance. The first brush against you sends shivers through your body but you wait repeating to yourself over and over that it will be worth it. The tip breeches you and you feel your eyes roll back the stretch so deliciously overwhelming in spite of his preparation. 

‘Oh fuck yes,’ you hiss out as he allows you to press your hips down, taking him deeper and deeper. You want it all, just as you did in your mouth, greedy for the feel of him inside you. When you are fully seated you grind your hips slowly in his lap allowing yourself to get accustomed to the feeling. His eyes had slipped closed as your wet heat had enveloped him, his arms winding around your waist, keeping you close and not allowing you much movement but on a particularly deep grind he fucks directly into your sweet spot making your pussy clench down on him like a vice and his eyes snap back open. 

‘You feel so good cara, so fucking good,’ he growls taking a moment to bury his face between your boobs now you are at the perfect height. ‘I need more though, si? I need to fuck you hard and deep.’ Just his words have your insides fluttering, you need it as much as he seems to. 

‘Please Papa,’ you whisper against the top of his head. It takes all but seconds for him to lift your hips, turning you until you are bent over the arm of the sofa. He moves you like a ragdoll coming up behind you gripping your ass and spreading you open so he can survey the state of you, humming in satisfaction as he lines himself up. The stretch isn’t so all-encompassing the second time so you can appreciate exactly how well he fills you, although not for long as he picks up a driving rhythm, jolting you forward against the armrest and making your head spin. You had thought you had had good sex before, even great sex but you had never had anyone that managed to play your body so fully. There wasn’t a part of you that didn’t feel affected by the way he was fucking you and as much as you craved the climax you could feel building quickly within in you, you really did not want this feeling to end.  

‘Make yourself come on me Cara,’ he leans down to whisper in your ear somehow able to sense how close you are already. You don’t react straight away, not wanting to bring your inevitable end even closer but he is insistent, grasping your wrist, directing it to his chosen destination and leaving you with little choice. He switches his vice like grip to your shoulders, not only giving him enough leverage to slam into you but also helping to keep you upright and keep you working over your clit with quick sloppy strokes. 

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave but he gives you no respite.�� His fingers dig into your shoulders, as he pulls you against him with every thrust. The sounds of slapping skin fill the room as he maintains the intensity with a spine shaking rhythm, the head of his cock pounding against your sweet spot over and over and over again. You think you might be screaming but as he fucks you through your climax you can't hear over the blood rushing in your ears. Your whole body convulses  and if it weren't for his bruising grip on your shoulder you would collapse. You are in a suspended state, pleasure clouding your mind completely as he fucks you to heights you have never before experienced and you can’t stop shaking. 

Your arms give out but he is there anchoring you against his chest, the coarse texture of his hair only adding to your over stimulation. He barely falters though, kneeling back and pulling you on top of him. He shifts his vice like grip to your hips, using your body weight to fuck you even deeper. With the change in angle something happens. Your last orgasm hasn’t fully passed but you can feel something else building, something far more intense. You start babbling nonsense not sure if you want him to stop or to please please continue but he just laughs, the vibrations travelling through your body where your sweaty skin is pressed together. You can feel your pussy clenching as he thrusts into you harder, faster, deeper and it builds and builds. 

‘Come on cara,’ he growls into your ear. ‘I can feel how close you are. Do you need something a little more?’ Unsure of what more he could possibly give you, you let your head loll back  onto his shoulder. His fingers creep down from your hip bone, inching lower and lower. As he reaches your cunt he doesn’t even graze your clit instead circling where you are stretched wide around his cock. ‘Fuck, I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours.’ He pulls his hand away, relishing in your whines of loss but you weren’t prepared for his touch to return with a sharp slap directly to your clit. Once, twice and on the third time something inside you breaks. 

‘Oh fuck yes!’ he moans when the first wave squirts out of you, a brief panic crossing your mind until you realise what is happening. Wave after wave comes as his thrusts keep hitting home. He moans, feeling your spend drip down his thighs, milking you until there is nothing left and his pistoning hips start to slow. He presses sloppy kisses to your shoulder and neck, his arms coming to lock around you and keep you pressed against him. You cling to him as your strength leaves you and he eases you down until you are resting on the arm of the sofa once again. When he is sure you are settled he pulls away, sliding out of you completely and you whine at the sudden emptiness you feel. 

‘Hush Cara, just give me a moment.’ He eases you over on to your back, arranging your shaking limbs to his liking, bending you almost in half and holding your legs together. He has a perfect view of your already well used pussy, tracing around it softly with his finger before lining himself and fucking into you with a steady rhythm. ‘I love seeing a cunt like this, all pink and puffy for me.’ Grasping an ankle in each hand he spreads your legs apart giving him an even better view every time he sinks into you. ‘You are wrecked.’ He pants between thrusts. ‘Because I fucked you so well.’ You writhe beneath him moaning and gasping. You would have thought your last orgasm was your limit, the intense pleasure almost making you numb but now as he slides into you with so little resistance you can feel it building again. 

‘You almost ready for me to fill you up eh?’ He asks with a dark chuckle. He must sense how your body is starting to respond to him again, involuntarily clenching around his girth.   

‘Please,’ you whimper barely loud enough for him to hear.

‘You want me to fill you so when you go home back to your normal life you can still feel me dripping out of you,’ he whispers to you but you feel his words down to your core. He was determined to ruin you, completely and utterly you were sure of it. ‘So when you fill yourself with your fingers tomorrow, as you think about me, far away with the next willing hole, you will remember how no one has ever filled you so good.’ You can only moan, so far beyond words and so drunk on pleasure you can't even deny the vulgar things he is saying. You can’t imagine thinking of anything but him. He slows down, fucking into you with slow deep thrusts that fuck the air out of your lungs. 

‘I asked you a question.’ You groan as you realise he is waiting for some response. 

‘Do you not want to come again?’ His slow hard thrusts don’t falter and again you marvel at his self control. ‘Shall I just stop and jerk off until I can paint you instead?’ He stops moving all of a sudden, your full attention now on his words. ‘That option works for me too.’ Your eyes widen in panic as he starts to pull out until just the tip of his cock is still inside you.

‘Please,’ you say, not sure what you are begging for specifically but you need him to do something.

‘Please what?’ With what little strength you have left you try a wriggle back down his cock, enough of the tip inside you that if you could move just a bit he would slide straight back in but another stern look stops you. 

‘Please please Papa please.’ You are babbling again but you can’t stop yourself. He wants something specific from you and you want to give it to him so badly but you just can’t think.  

‘Please. What.’ His eyes darken when you fail to answer properly again. He lets go of your legs which drop against his shoulders now you no longer have the strength to hold them up and pinches your nipples cruelly. Your back automatically arches up off the sofa as your eyes roll back in your head. The sudden unexpected pain brings enough of your brain back online that you are able to form a somewhat coherent thought.   

‘Please please fuck me. Please let me come and please fill me up Papa please.’ You need him to fill you up, more than anything. 

‘Brava ragazza, that wasn't so hard was it.’ He strokes your now tingling nipples soothing the burn but as he massages the pain away he gets distracted by your breasts once again. He leans down between your legs burying his face between them, sucking and nipping and licking at your already abused skin. ‘Oh Cara, they are so beautiful,’ he laments into your chest. ‘I wish I was a younger man that I could fill you up and paint your perfect décolletage but no. I must choose.’ He drops a sloppy kiss to each nipple before sitting back up and smirking at you. He looks absolutely devastating, his face paint smudged and hair in disarray. 

‘And you begged so nicely.’ You were a whimpering mess by the time he began to fuck into you. He had been seated as deeply as he could have been inside you as he had been lavishing attention on your breasts but he had kept up the slow grinding circle of his hips, pushing the head of his cock impossibly deeper and massaging spots you never before knew existed inside of you. But as he picks up the pace again, short sharp thrusts angled perfectly to make you see stars, you know you won’t last much longer. 

‘Come for me cara, one last time for Papa.’ He almost sounds like he is begging now, needing to wring one last orgasm from you before he can take his own. You can already feel it building like a crescendo inside you. Every slap of his hips against you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He reaches for your clit circling it in time with his thrusts and you are so close it barely takes a moment and you are there. 

‘Yes Papa,’ you breathe with the last bit of air left in your body. It ripples over you and you feel yourself clamp down on him. Nothing registering but blissful rolls of pleasure and his faltering thrusts as he joins you, tipping over the edge. He rides you both through it, filling you up just as he promised and as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest once more you start to drift away. 

You come too to the feeling of a gloved hand stroking your hair and gently scratching your scalp. You stretch, enjoying the delicious burn of well used muscles. Tomorrow is going to be a struggle but it was so worth it. You start to take in more of your surroundings. You are still naked but a blanket has been placed over you and your head is resting on what you decide is probably a soft warm thigh. Your eyes blink open and all you see is burgundy cotton until you look up and see his paint free face smiling down at you having noticed you are finally awake. 

‘Welcome back Cara Mia,’ his voice sounds different, more like the man you first met this morning. You would be confused if you weren't so blissed out so you return his nervous smile as you try to sit yourself up. He looks at you in slight alarm quickly placing the silly little juice box you hadn't noticed until now so he could use both hands to help you get upright. He pulls the blanket up over you so you are still covered and reaches down beside the sofa, struggling to find whatever it was he was trying to reach. You watch quietly wondering what the hell he is doing when with an exaggerated 'ahah' he produces a new juice box and offers it to you with a flourish. 

‘For you? To help after all the screaming?’ You look between him and the little carton of apple juice. This guy, you can't control the half hysterical giggle that escapes from you at the absurdity of the situation. That this absolute sex god that may have just given you the best fuck of your life wound down afterwards by sharing apple juice. You accept it because why not and try to subdue your giggles but he doesn't look offended, the slightly nervous yet content smile still on his face as he picks up his own juice box. 

‘Thank you Papa,’ you say after your first sip, pleasantly surprised at how well it quenches your thirst. Maybe he is on to something with the juice.

‘Copia you can call me Copia,’ he offers, ducking his head down to try and hide the flush of his cheeks. ‘If you want that is,’ he adds, managing to make eye contact with you again. He is nervous and you are confused but you feel a warm feeling of affection towards him for reasons you don’t have the brain capacity to pick apart right now. 

‘Ok Copia,’ you say with a tired smile. ‘Thank you.’ You both lapse into a comfortable silence with your juice and the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you when the odd thought pops into your still somewhat addled head. This was the best consequence to being lazy about your washing you had ever experienced.