spoks0nat

[spoks0nat]

I'm gonna need reader to drool watching their chubby lover dance on stage and then worship them after a good Ritual.

so sorry this is late!! I haven't written fic in a hot second, so I had to get back into the flow : ) This is 635 words, and im awful tempted to write more...maybe a part two is in our future. I feel there needs to be more worshipping happen UwU

enjoi !

Copia loved to dance. Always had, so his skill was long developed and honed. While a very awkward man off stage - tripping and stumbling at the worst moments - he was a sight to see under the stagelights. Swaying and gliding, sidling up to one of his Ghouls. Bending over at the hips, ass out and tantalizing.

His weight gain since his Ascension made him all the hotter, and his dancing drove everyone wild (who wouldn't want more Papa to drool over?). The preference for tight fitting clothes never changed, and it was torturous to watch him flaunting around on stage in that frilly shirt of his, fabric clinging obscenely over the heavy swell of his middle. The vest was doing a brave job of holding him in. You could see the bite of his too tight waistband digging low into plush hips, and when he stomped one leg along to the music his thick thigh wobbled deliciously.

Heat pools low in your lap as you watch him now, eyes following him as he turns and runs backstage between solos, chest heaving as he accepts a bottle of water. Not that he's in the worst shape, but its clear that he gets more winded than he used to.

"Thank you, thank you," he pants to Ashley, giving a little wave as she finishes touching up his hair. He turns and doesn't bother to hide the way he jams his thumbs into his waistband, pulling and giving a readjusting tug. You're practically vibrating at the sight of him struggling with the second skin. He doesn't usually eat before a show, but today he looks about ready to burst a seam.

You cannot wait for this Ritual to finish.

***

It feels like both an instant and an eternity before you're finally alone with him. The Ghouls have scampered off, celebrating. You make a beeline for Papa's dressing room.

"Care mio," he greets, turning from where he was leaning towards his mirror. His hair is still a bit fussed from the Ghouls, and he's awkwardly reaching for the closure of his vest on his back.

"Papa, let me help," you say, crossing the room in record time.

"Eager as always," he quips. ”Thank you.”

"You looked amazing, Papa. You...are so beautiful. Even all trussed up in this."

You peel open the vest, and the way Copia groans in relief sends fire straight to your crotch. The clothing had done what it could to shape him, but his belly was able now to relax where he stood. His shirt was clinging for dear life against the swell, the buttons pinching along the softness.

"Cazzo...." He leans back against the vanity table, breathing deeply.

A fat Papa was a happy Papa, but his pants still look uncomfortable. He whimpers as your hands smooth over his heavy middle, fingertips grazing the buttons before sliding down. The overhang of his belly makes you feel feral, and the way you struggle to unbutton his pants where they're pinched so tightly beneath his gut.

"T-tell me I'm beautiful again," he asks, suddenly shy, ears pink.

"Oh, Papa...you're the most beautiful," you coo.

When you finally manage to separate the button, Copia tips his head back and sighs. Your hands busy themselves with kneading the soft fat, thumbs caressing the marked skin. The pants still dig into his hips, and you pull a whine from him as one hand slips up under the tight shirt while the other moves to fondle the growing bulge further down.

"C, I could tell you how beautiful you are over and over. Or I could show you...with my actions. What would you like?"

There's sweat running down one soft cheek and beaded along his forehead, tears welling in shifty mismatched eyes.

"Both, si?"

"Both is always good."

[spoks0nat]

When It All Burns Down

Rating: M Pairing: Frater Imperator x Female Reader Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Frater Imperator Needs A Hug, Post Rite Here Rite Now Words: 2,853 AO3 Link

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Only a few days had passed since Ghost's last performance of the tour, but for Copia it felt like a lifetime. He hardly had time to mourn the end of the tour, his mother, his position, before he had to start moving his personal effects from the Papal Office to the Imperator's Suite. Copia couldn't bear to clean out her belongings and had asked the Ghouls to handle the task. They dutifully completed the job, putting all of Sister Imperator's personal things in a box for Copia to go through when he could muster the strength and energy to go through everything. His boxes lay in disarray throughout the office - this wasn't his space. Echoes of her stern voice and pen scratching across stacks of documents haunted the room.

She had left all of this to him. And he had no idea what to do.

He looked at himself in the mirror, face bare save for the black circles around his eyes and his filled in upper lip. Tugging at the wrinkles in his skin, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes, willing the tears welling up to disappear. Your hands snaked around his torso from behind and he jumped slightly as your face came into view under his arm.

"You look handsome, my love," you said, making eye contact with his reflection. "Is this a new suit?"

Copia lifted his arm, scooting you forward so he could take a look at you. Your mourning habit hung conservatively on your body - you and the rest of the Ministry would be wearing them for the next week until all funeral rites had been completed - and Copia frowned at yet another reminder of the current situation. He brushed a loose hair off your shoulder and sighed. "I eh... indulged a little." He began tugging at the suit jacket, as if it was suddenly constricting him though you knew it was perfectly tailored to his body. "Is it too much?"

You ran a finger up and down the satin lapel, stopping at his bedazzled black clerical collar. He reached out and placed his hands gently around your waist, as if you were next to disappear. "I like it. It suits you," you chuckled at your own joke, trying desperately to turn his lopsided frown upside-down. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch and decided it was enough for now. "Hey, darling, I got you something for your first day." You rummaged through your pocket for a jewelry bag, producing it with a flourish.

" Cara , you don't need to get this old man anything. I'm happy that you are here and that's all."

"Oh, hush." You interrupted his attempts at refusing - he spoiled you well and often, and never accepted anything in return - and opened the bag. "Hand out." He obeyed, sticking out a gloved palm. You upended the bag, spilling the contents into his open hand. Copia carefully examined the brooches that had fallen out into his palm, mouth slightly hanging open as you took them and pinned them to his suit. Two blood red rubies glittered from each lapel, connected by a chain holding a black diamond encrusted grucifix in the middle. You put your hand over the grucifix and his hand suddenly covered yours, pressing it fiercely against his chest.

"It's beautiful, cuore mio , you should not have... This looks expensive."

"You wouldn't let me replace these old shoes," you laughed, finally earning a smile from him. "So I had to get creative."

“They’re perfectly good shoes!” Copia huffed indignantly. He pressed his forehead to yours, sighing deeply. You wanted to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him, but you didn’t want to mess up his paints. Settling for pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth, you gave his side a squeeze with the hand he didn’t hold captive against him. “What would I do without you, cara ?”

You didn't need to answer, and he didn't expect you to. It was a regular thought that passed through his lips every day. You knew he meant it positively, that he could not imagine his life without you in it - and frankly, you couldn't either. But there was a sadness behind it now, compounded by the sleepless, tearful nights where he had clung to you in bed. He released your hand, cradling your face in both of his and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, stroking your cheeks with his gloved thumbs.

“Time to go?”

“Time to go,” he nodded, swallowing hard as he smoothed out his suit for the umpteenth time.

~~~~~~

You didn’t have much time to check in on Copia today - your own workload had piled up and you barely even had time to stop off in the dining hall for lunch. At one point, you had snagged one of Copia’s ghouls by the collar, practically begging them to make sure Frater had at least one proper meal today. You checked your phone periodically, but there were no messages waiting for you - he must have been up to his neck in paperwork. You hadn’t wanted to bother him either so you left your phone on your desk all day after sending him a “good luck!!!” with multiple emphatic emojis. 

The ancient cuckoo clock on the wall struck 5pm and you gathered up your belongings, heading to the dining hall to grab a to-go cup of coffee. One of Copia’s ghouls was exiting the office suite and held the door open for you as you headed down the long hallway from your workspace to his. 

You passed the secretary who looked frazzled after the whole day, nodding a quick hello before knocking on the large door with “FRATER IMPERATOR: COPIA EMERITUS” on a bronze plaque. Pausing slightly, you frowned when there was no response and you knocked again. 

Silence. 

The secretary made no move to acknowledge your existence, buried in papers and phone calls, so you slowly turned the door handle and stepped inside. Copia sat at his desk, hunched over, reading glasses slipping down his nose. You sighed gently as your heart ached at the sight. 

“Do you need any help, Copia?”

Copia slammed his fist into the table and you jumped slightly. 

“For the love of Lucifer, would you just leave me alone ?” he barked, eyes not leaving the highlighted and sticky-note covered documents in front of him. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood in the doorway, trembling with the coffee cup in your hand. “I just thought…”

You saw the deep furrow in his brow and your chest tightened. Copia had never yelled at you, never even raised his voice once, and it took you by surprise. 

“ What ?” Copia’s demeanor changed completely when he looked up to see you dropping the coffee cup on a ledge and running out of his office. “ Cara… ” He made to stand up, but it was too late - you had already gone too far for him to try and chase you. Cazzo… Merda… Copia, you stronzo!!!

He hadn’t meant to shout at you - he didn’t even realize it was you who had walked in. All day, Copia had been disrupted countless times by countless people and he hadn’t expected you to walk in. His thoughts were cloudy and he felt like he had been trudging through molasses all day, he didn’t even register your voice. Copia was stressed, but it kept him going knowing that at least at the end of the day he could fall into your arms, maybe have some dinner, and fall asleep together. 

But now, he wasn’t quite sure what would be awaiting him when he returned to his suite. 

He took off his glasses and dropped his head into his hands, groaning loudly. There was no way he was going to be able to focus on finishing his work now, knowing that he had upset you. Copia sighed and leaned back in his chair, cursing at nobody in particular. The coffee cup sat on the ledge growing cold and he grunted, toying with the brooch you got him. He didn’t deserve you, or any of this, and here he was ruining everything. 

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You regretted running as soon as you made it back down the hallway. Deep down, you knew this wasn’t about you. You had come in at the wrong time. But you couldn’t stand to let him see you cry or beat himself up over it - as you knew he would. Why were you even crying? 

Copia had never been angry with you. Frustrated, occasionally, but never so much like this. The anger in his voice shook you and you wouldn’t be caught crying in Frater’s office on his first day. No, you both would cool off and regroup in Copia’s bedroom suite, talk it over, and move on. 

You unlocked the door to the suite, dropped your key on the table in the entryway and made your way to the bedroom, stripping off your habit and hopping in the shower. Once you were done rinsing, you toweled off and noticed with a twinge of sadness that Copia still wasn’t there. Was he avoiding you? Hiding out in his office? You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed his VVLGARI shirt from the bed, inhaling deeply as you pulled it over your head. His scent comforted you as you curled up on his side of the bed, burying your face in the pillow. Sleep came easily, despite your anxiety that he still hadn’t come home. 

Copia had returned shortly after you drifted off to sleep, raising an eyebrow at the unlocked door. The suite was dark - not a single lamp was on except the lava lamp in the corner - and he noticed your keys laying on the table instead of hanging on the usual spot by the door. 

He dropped the stack of paperwork he brought home on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, stretching his arms across the back and letting his head fall backwards. Copia wasn’t surprised he didn’t see you - why would he after he had just snapped at you like that. He didn’t even have the energy to distract himself with his console, though he’d much rather be distracting himself with you. 

You didn’t deserve his outburst - he didn’t deserve you. You had been by his side longer than anyone else had been, Satan only knew why, and Copia was convinced he had managed to fuck it all up today. He didn’t want to admit how difficult today was. Leading was something that came naturally, albeit slowly and steadily, but Sister had always made decisions for him to enact, and he felt completely unprepared for the responsibilities placed on his shoulders. Even worse, in his frustration and anxiety, he had shouted at you to leave him alone . Copia felt a hot tear roll down his cheek but couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away. Another one dropped from his white eye and he slid down the couch, laying back against a cushion and letting the rest of the tears fall.

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The digital clock on the bedside read 02:51 when you finally managed to open your eyes. As you adjusted to the darkness, you reached out across the bed, hoping to find Copia beside you. You were met with an empty bed and you sat up quickly, heart racing. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood up shakily and grabbed the cup from your bedside table, making your way to the kitchen to refill it.

Making a mental note to refill the water filter in the morning, you made to close the fridge door, suddenly startled by a loud snore coming from behind you. You turned around, and bathed in the refrigerator light was Copia, sprawled out on the couch with one arm over his face and the other laying limply off the side. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth and you closed the fridge, set your cup down, and quietly walked over to Copia, praying that the floorboards wouldn’t creak.

You crouched down beside his head. “Copia?” you whispered. He didn’t move, and you reached out to gently shake him by the shoulder. “Baby, wake up.”

“Hmm…” Copia stirred, movements jerky as you shook him again. He dropped his arm from his face and his eyes blinked open, white iris glowing in the darkness. After a moment, he registered you kneeling on the ground next to him. “ Amore , you’re here?” he croaked out, turning to face you.

“Of course, silly. It’s three in the morning, where else would I be?”

“I… don’t know.” He sat up, grunting and groaning as his joints protested.

“You’re too old to be falling asleep on the couch, darling,” you chuckled, and Copia huffed, holding his hand out. You took his hand and he pulled you up and onto the couch, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. You felt your skin grow damp as his shoulders shook against you. “Copia?”

He clung to you as if you would disappear if he let go. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, muffled against your neck. You stroked his hair with one hand, holding him close with your free arm and shushing him.

“Come, it’s late,” you said, detaching him from where he had hidden himself against your neck. You kissed him gently on the corner of the mouth, standing up from the couch and pulling him up with you. Copia slumped against you as you led him back to the bedroom. You relished in his warmth, wishing it was under better circumstances. He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to you, but you shook your head, flicking on the bedside lamp and causing him to squint and cover his eyes. 

You stood between his legs, reaching down to unclip the brooches from his lapel and placing them on the table. He started to shrug off his jacket and you pulled his arms from the sleeves, draping it over your arm as Copia toed off his shoes and leaned back to unbutton his slacks. You tugged on the pant legs and he lifted his hips off the bed so you could slide them off, leaving him to unbutton and remove his shirt while you were hanging the suit up in the closet. 

“You’re wearing my shirt, amore ,” Copia said, flinging the button-up into the corner of the room and pulling his gloves off.

“Yes,” you said without turning back to him. “It’s comfy.” You finished putting his suit away and pointed at the en suite bathroom. His chest tightened as he watched you in the dark, hem of the shirt just barely covering your ass. Copia obediently got up and followed you into the bathroom, sitting down as directed on the toilet as you wet your hands and pulled out your face wash. With a twinge of guilt you noticed the smudged circles around his eyes and the dark streaks trailing down his cheek. You lathered the face wash in your hands and gently began rubbing it into his skin, delicately dissolving the paint around his eyes.

He kept his eyes closed, hands firmly on your hips and squeezing every so often to keep himself awake. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you used a damp towel to wipe him clean and kissed his forehead. He sighed, resting his head against your belly before you made him get up again. “Bed time?”

“Bed time.”

The two of you climbed into bed and you turned the light off. You noticed that Copia had placed some distance between you both and you scooted in closer, gently placing a hand on his chest. Copia suddenly flung his arm over you, closing the gap and pressing you firmly against him. You lightly kissed his chest and his shoulders began to shake again. “Copia?”

“I’m sorry, amore ,” he repeated softly.

“It’s okay.”

“No, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked and you inhaled sharply, looking up from where he had you pinned against his chest.

“You are my love. You will always be my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I know.”

“I thought you were someone coming to complain again.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, amore , it’s not.” He held you tighter, tucking you under his chin. “I hurt you. I never want to hurt you.” You sighed deeply against him. There was no use fighting him. You knew he felt terribly about today and no amount of reassurance would stop him. You wriggled out of his grasp, taking his face in your hands and kissing away the tears that started forming in the corners of his eyes again.

“Do you want to talk about your day?”

Copia shook his head, pulling the blanket higher over both of your shoulders as he brought you back against him. He tilted your face up and kissed you softly on the lips. “Not now, cara , it’s late. Right now, I just need you.”

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Make You Feel Alive

Rating: E Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Female Reader Tags: Tipsy Sex, Fucking in an Alleyway, Fingering, Dry Humping, Vaginal Sex, The Gloves Stay On Words: 3,931 AO3 Link

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Getting fucked beside a dumpster was not exactly on your yearly bingo card. 

It had been a long day. The elder Sisters had drained you with all the errands they had you running from the moment the sun came up to dinner time. It was a Friday evening, your friends had all disappeared on dates here and there with whatever Sibling they were interested in sinning with that week, and you were left sitting alone outside the Abbey waiting for a cab to pick you up. 

Leaving the grounds was not unheard of or forbidden, though it wasn’t often that you felt the urge to explore the town. You hadn’t had a moment to relax, burying yourself in your work and running yourself ragged - to what end, you weren’t sure. Something drew you to leave the Abbey tonight and as the cab pulled up the road, you felt a slight chill down your spine. Chalking it up to the cool September air, you waved the car down and slid into the backseat.

Your dress rode up your legs as you adjusted yourself. At some point you had changed out of your stiff habit for a mid-thigh length black dress with a generous neckline. It felt good, stepping out of your comfort zone for once, albeit frightening as all hell. You fiddled with the buckles on your ankle boots nervously, staring out the window as the cab sped down the forested road towards town.

There was no exact destination in mind, but when you got out of the cab you gravitated towards a bar that seemed to not attract many of the Abbey dwellers. At least that’s what you thought.

Flashing your ID at the bouncer, you weaved past the various bodies standing around until you managed to get a seat at the end of the bar. You tugged on the skirt of your dress as you plopped down on the stool, ordering a Honey Jack lemonade when the bartender came over to you. Thanking him, you took a small sip of the drink, relishing in the burning sensation in your throat. You looked around the bar - there was a neon grucifix hanging on one of the walls - but otherwise you had never seen any of the people there in the Abbey. Good, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t unheard of for local businesses to support the church, especially more divey, underground places. Papa was a local celebrity.

Not that you didn’t want to be found or noticed, but you were hoping for a slight break in the monotony of the Abbey - all robes and habits, sermons and confessions. You wanted to finally let go of all the stress and anxiety you’ve been holding onto lately, and you decided you would do so by nursing your cocktail.

You waved down the bartender for another drink - make it a double - and pulled out your phone, scrolling mindlessly until you finished your drink. You didn’t drink often, outside of wine during Mass or at meal times, and the whiskey drink was slowly dulling your senses. The bartender slid another glass the bar and you looked up, confused. “I didn’t…”

“From the dude over there,” he said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. You looked down to see a shot glass with what smelled like tequila with a little lime wedge stuck on it. You then looked up to see a familiar face at the end of the bar - had he been there this whole time? His white eye glinted, reflecting the bar lights, as the other one seemed darker in contrast behind the black panda circles painted around them. You raised an eyebrow, lifted the shot glass and motioned in his direction, before tossing it back and biting down on the lime before the sharp tang could hit your tastebuds.

As you opened your eyes, recovering from the shot, you noticed that the generous donor of your drink had perched himself upon the stool beside you.

“Cardinal.”

“Sorella, what a surprise to see you here.”

“You come here often?” you asked, realizing how stupid and suggestive you sounded.

The Cardinal chuckled and shrugged. “Often enough to have noticed you seem, eh, out of place.”

“Just wanted a change of scenery for the night.”

“Instead of indulging in sin and debauchery back at the Abbey with the rest of the Siblings?” The Cardinal’s stare drilled into you and you shrank back in your stool. He crossed one leg over the other and you unintentionally bit your lip as you watched him intently. You had seen him in his black suit before - you’d also seen the white one and red one as well - and you knew exactly where it hugged his body best.

“Well why are you here, Cardinal? I’m sure there’s plenty a Sibling lined up to warm your bed.”

The words left your mouth faster than you could process them - thank you alcohol. The Cardinal smirked - suddenly, you wished you had been wearing something slightly more conservative, but it wouldn’t stop the way the Cardinal was undressing you with his eyes. “Just wanted a change of scenery,” he echoed, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You pursed your lips and ordered another drink when the bartender came around. “What she’s having,” the Cardinal said before the bartender could even ask. You raised your glass.

“To a change of scenery, then.”

He clinked his glass against yours, fingers lightly brushing your own, lingering longer than you had expected them to. The two of you sipped on the cocktails, and you tried to chat casually with the Cardinal. You hadn’t spent much - any, really - time with him at the Abbey. He was a busy man and you were tied up in your work. Occasionally, he would catch your eye during Mass, but you had convinced yourself it was nothing, he was looking somewhere past you. He had always been shy, skulking around in the shadows, and you noticed he was trying very hard not to stumble over his words while you two talked.

“Cardinal…”

“Copia.”

“Huh?”

“Please. Copia. We’re not at the Abbey.”

“Oh.”

You sat there quietly, staring into your drink and gripping the hem of your dress before looking back up at him and sharing your name. He repeated it back to you, grinning from behind his glass as he took another sip. You took in a deep breath, pressing your chest out before letting it out and curling back into yourself. You noticed him wince slightly and raised your eyebrow as he uncrossed his legs, widening your eyes at the sizable bulge now visible in his crotch. You quickly averted your gaze, hoping he hadn’t noticed you looking. It wasn’t your fault his pants were so tight!

Copia cleared his throat as he adjusted himself.

“In the spirit of the night, sorella, perhaps we change the scenery a little?”

You cocked your head. “You wanna get out of here?” Brazen…

He nodded, licking at his bottom lip before worrying it with his teeth. He was nervous and you could tell. You reached out cautiously and placed a hand on his knee, feeling him jump beneath your touch. He made to put his hand over yours and you quickly drew back with a mischievous glint in your eyes. If he wanted to play this game, you wouldn’t make it easy for him. You hopped down from the barstool, putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in toward his ear.

“Well, if you’d like to handle the bar tab, I’m going to go to the restroom and I’ll meet you outside,” you whispered, warm breath tickling his ear and making him shake. Just as quickly as you got up, you skipped off to the bathroom, leaving him to settle the tab.

Once you entered the single person restroom, you clutched the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell am I doing? you thought to yourself, staring at the face looking back at you. Sure, you had come out here to maybe make some bad decisions, but never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined the Cardinal propositioning you in a bar. At least, you thought he was propositioning you…

And what if he wasn’t? What if Copia was just looking for a fun night on the town and you happened to be his chosen companion?

Too late.

You had already started shimmying your panties down your legs, balling them up in your fist. 

You flushed the toilet for appearances and left the restroom. Keeping your fist out of view, you looked around for Copia. The bartender caught your eye and motioned to the side exit by where you were standing. You didn’t know how to thank him, and frankly he didn’t seem particularly interested, and you ducked out the side door while tucking your panties into your dress pocket. 

“Copi - AH!” 

A pair of leather-gloved hands came around you from behind, one landing on your throat and one firmly grasping your hip, pressing you into the warm body behind you.

“Ssh, sorella, we can’t be too noisy,” Copia whispered in your ear. Your knees buckled slightly and you tried to keep steady, leaning back against him. His erection pressed hard against your ass and you couldn’t help but wiggle it slightly, eliciting a soft groan from the Cardinal. “Is this, eh, change of scenery enough for you?”

“Copia, yes,” you breathed out, struggling slightly against his leather grip.

“Good, good.” He loosened his grip on your throat, spinning you around to face him. His nose was centimeters from yours as you locked eyes with him, but you were suddenly too nervous to do anything. You swallowed hard as he smirked, pushing into you and forcing you to step backwards until you were pressed up against the cool, damp, brick wall of the alleyway. You bit down on your lip, avoiding his gaze and instead staring at his own mouth, slightly parted and glistening. Copia’s hands shook as he gently cradled your face.

Finally, finally, his lips crashed into yours.

You squeaked and he broke away from you, a worried look crossing his face. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling it back to yours with a hunger you didn’t know you had. Copia gripped your hips, grinding against you as he pushed you harder against the wall. You were barely hidden from sight, alley lights shut off and a large dumpster to your right blocking the street from seeing the two of you . He could taste the booze on your lips - you were slightly drunker than he was - and it only spurred him on even more. 

“Thought you could tease me tonight, eh?” He moved down to your neck and you tilted your head, giving him better access as his warm, wet tongue made your eyes roll back in your head. Your hands dropped to your sides, palms flat against the brick wall. His voice was shaking - it was endearing. “Sticking your tits out in my face like I wasn’t supposed to notice.” He sucked down hard on your pulse point, releasing your skin with a loud pop! “And then looking at my cock, dirty girl.” He continued his assault on your neck, moving a hand slowly up your side before reaching and palming at your breast. 

Strangled noises and whines escaped your lips. This was a side of the Cardinal that you hadn’t seen before and knowing it was hidden behind his shy exterior made you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck you, sorella, okay?”

Your heart nearly stopped. Copia pulled back, studying your face.

“Is that okay?”

Your chest heaved as you gasped for air. You nodded, reaching up to grab the lapels of his jacket to pull him back into you.

“Use your words, sorella. Is that okay?”

“Please, Copia. Please fuck me,” you cried, desperately whining until his lips reclaimed yours. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth, allowing him access into yours. Copia continued grinding into you - you could feel his cock straining and throbbing against the confines of his pants. He whined, biting down on your bottom lip as his hand traveled from your breast to the bottom of your dress, skimming against the soft skin of your thigh. Copia’s other hand remained on your hip, holding you in place as he rocked his length against your leg repeatedly. 

He kneed your legs apart while his mouth migrated back to your neck, hand drifting upward under your dress. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, the cool autumn air hitting your slick thighs as the hem of your dress slipped up your legs. 

“Cazzo…” he suddenly choked out as his gloved hand made contact with your bare pussy. You squealed as he bit down on your neck, cupping your mound. His fingers slid through your slick and you grasped at his sides. “So wet for me already, dolcezza?” Copia’s erection was threatening to burst the seams of his pants as he rubbed against you more furiously than before. You now noticed a slight wet spot at the front of his pants. He withdrew his hand, with much protest from you, and touched the tips of his fingers to your lips. Obediently, you parted them and let your tongue swirl around his digits, tasting yourself on the leather and sucking his fingers clean. 

Copia suddenly let go of you, dropping to his knees. With a lascivious grin, he lifted your dress and ducked his head underneath. His hot breath against your wet folds was more than you could bear and your hands drifted downward, one holding up your dress and one tangling in his hair. Copia’s sideburns tickled at the tops of your thighs and you braced yourself as he mumbled something to himself before his lips made contact with… yours. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, running along your outer labia and you gasped, tugging on his hair slightly harder than you planned to. Copia moaned loudly at the sensation, vibrating against you.

Parting your lips with his thumbs, Copia suddenly pressed his lips to your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. You gasped, bending forwards and further threading your fingers through his hair. The Cardinal’s tongue explored you further, swirling over your clit upon return to the top of your pussy. Each time he did, you cried his name out, earning rough squeezes to the top of your thighs.

“Delicious,” he murmured, running his nose along the patch of your pubic hair. Diving back in, Copia returned his tongue’s attention to your clit while two fingers toyed at your entrance. “Sorella, can I? May I?” He mouthed at you hungrily, running the tips of his gloved fingers against you.

“Uh huh,” you choked out, nodding pathetically at him as you made eye contact. Seeing his face buried between your legs sent shivers down your spine. You felt him grin against you as his fingers - gloved fingers - entered you, curling gently as he rubbed against the spongy spot within. The squeal that escaped from your mouth echoed in the alley and you bit down on your lip as you heard people walking past on the sidewalk.

Copia pulled away from you, replacing his tongue with his thumb as you continued to cry his name out. “Someone will hear you, cara, you should be careful.” He pumped his fingers harder, and another moan slipped from your lips.

“You’re making it… difficult,” you gasped, releasing one hand from his hair and desperately clawing at the brick wall behind you.

“Good.”

Copia latched himself to you again and the sensation of his tongue and lips on your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out as you bucked your hips against his face, and Copia gripped your ass hard to keep you firmly attached to him. As your hip thrusts slowed down and you cried out from overstimulation, Copia withdrew his fingers, licking them clean. He rose from the ground, wiping the dirt from his knees. 

He caged you between his arms, kissing you deeply and slowly, almost like one would a lover. You tried to push the thought from your mind as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His mustache was drenched in your fluids and smearing them all over your face. You became very aware of Copia’s throbbing erection pressing into your thigh again. Slipping one hand to the nape of his neck, you twisted your fingers into his hair and held him against you as your other hand traveled down to his crotch. 

Copia’s eyes shot open as he pressed his groin into your palm. “So hard from eating me out, Cardinal?” you purred, tilting his head so you had a better angle to press your lips to his neck. He shuddered, and you felt his cock jerking against your hand. You trailed soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across his throat as your finger outlined his cock, stroking gently until you could trace his balls through his pants. 

“Cara, please,” he choked out, desperately thrusting into your hand. 

“Please what, Cardinal?”

“Say you want this. Say you want me.”

“I need you, Copia.”

The second his name left your lips, his mouth covered yours again as he fumbled with his pants button. His cock sprang free of its confines and you gently wrapped your fingers around his length, feeling the warm bead of pre-cum dripping from his head. He groaned, reaching down to pull your dress up over your hips. Your boot found a foothold on the dumpster ledge as you opened yourself up to him. 

Copia sighed into your neck as you lined him up with your entrance, gently rubbing his head along your folds. “Dolcezza, you say stop and I stop, sì?”

You nodded as his stubble scraped against your neck. Copia’s hands drifted to your hips, holding you in place as he slowly filled and stretched you. You couldn’t stop yourself from whining desperately in his ear, clawing at his back until he finally bottomed out inside you. Copia trembled, not moving as he let you adjust to his girth. 

“Fuck me, Copia. Take me. Make me yours,” you moaned into his ear, feeling his cock swelling inside you with every word. He pressed his forehead to yours, mismatched eyes fixed on you as he slowly began to thrust up into you. You flung your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, holding him tightly as your skin slapped together, his pants slowly creeping down his thighs with each thrust. 

Copia mumbled something in Italian before covering your mouth with his, prodding at your lips with his tongue. He rocked into you slowly, licking at your mouth until you finally let him in. Once his tongue met yours, Copia’s grip on your hips got tight and you felt his knees start to shake. He panted into your mouth, thrusts becoming sloppier and less rhythmic as he sped up, cradling the back of your head with one hand so you wouldn’t slam backwards into the wall. 

“Dolcezza. Bellezza. Brava ragazza.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust into you before resuming his relentless pace. “Cazzo… Cara, I won’t last.” You let out a soft, breathy moan as his hips stuttered against you. “Where should I…”

“Cum in me.” You startled him and he stalled briefly before fucking into you again. “Fill me up, Copia.” Before he could react, you tightened your arms around him and closed the gap, tangling your tongue with his. Copia whined as he desperately fucked up into you several more times before emptying inside you. You felt his cock kick pathetically as you milked him dry. Copia’s whole body relaxed against you as you continued kissing him, letting his now softened cock slip out of you. 

Copia pulled out of your grasp, taking your face in both hands and looking at you with a feeling you couldn’t place. He pressed his lips to your forehead, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. “Would you like a ride back home?” 

You nodded tentatively, forcing yourself to meet his mismatched eyes. The green one looked brighter than usual as he smiled down at you. Copia started to put himself back in his pants and looked around. “Let me find something to clean you up…”

“No need,” you said, pulling your panties out from your pocket. He watched, mouth falling open, as you mopped up what you could spilling out from your pussy with the cotton panties. You made to toss them in the dumpster and Copia stopped you, holding out his hand. You dropped the panties in his hand with a grin and he carefully folded them up and tucked them in his pocket. 

“Just a little reminder of tonight.”

You adjusted your dress and pushed yourself off the wall, stumbling slightly into Copia’s arms. 

“Come, one of my ghouls has the car nearby.” He dropped his hand to your waist - now a familiar feeling - and led you out of the alleyway towards his car. He held the door open for you and you slid in, startled by the ghoul sitting behind the wheel. “This is Aether. He doesn’t bite.”

You sat awkwardly, toying with the hem of your dress, when Copia patted the space next to him. You scooted closer to him and he tucked you under his arm against his chest. The ride passed by in silence, but not an uncomfortable one, as you listened to Copia’s heartbeat hammering in your ear. He nervously played with your dress sleeve, skimming his gloved fingers against your skin every so often. You were suddenly very sober and very aware of the fact that the Cardinal’s cum was coating your thighs. 

Aether pulled up to the front entrance and the two of you got out of the car. Copia’s knuckles bumped against yours as the two of you walked up the steps, entering the Abbey. “Let me walk you back, sorella, it’s late.”

You nodded, still unsure of how exactly tonight’s events transpired, leading the Cardinal back towards your dorm. He kept nervously bumping into your shoulder as you two walked and you finally reached over and grabbed his hand. His fingers flexed, gloves creaking beneath the leather, before relaxing and entwining with yours. You looked up at him and he had a hint of a smile on his paint-smeared lips. 

“This would be me.” You stopped in front of your door and turned to face him, reaching up with your free hand to wipe some smudged paint from the corner of his mouth. 

“Can I see you again?”

“You know where I live, Cardinal, I’m sure we’re bound to run into each other.”

Copia sighed, anxiously squeezing your hand. “No… cazzo… Can I take you out some time? For a walk? Dinner? No pressure.” His face turned red as he babbled and you quieted him with a kiss. You could hardly believe this was the same man who had spontaneously fucked you raw by a dumpster in the middle of a bar alleyway. Reaching around him and into his back pocket, you pulled out his phone and tapped your number into it. 

“Call me.”

Before he could register what you said, you disappeared behind your door and clicked the lock behind you. You slumped down against it, squealing into your fist. Your phone buzzed and you fished it out of your pocket. 

Good night, dolcezza. Sleep well. Dream of me. C. C.