#felt a bit sad and insecure today so decided to fix it with fanfic

[angellayercake]

Worship

NSFW

Cardinal Copia x Reader

AO3

‘Amore?’ You drop your gaze from where it was fixed on the headboard to look at him attempting to squash down your discomfort. His hands were resting on your hips, thumbs gently caressing your hip bones, something that would usually be stoking the desire inside you but for now it just makes you more tense. You are holding yourself above him on your hands and knees not wanting to rest too much of your weight on top of him in your current position. You meet his intense mismatched eyes and almost lose yourself to the burning lust you see there but your insecurities rear their ugly head once again. 

What he is asking you is not something that should be a problem. Not as a Sister of Sin. But the voices don’t relent. You can’t let him look at you from there. The worst angle of all your most unattractive features. Of course he had pleasured you in this way before but you had always been in a position that had allowed you to pose in such a way you could distract or conceal the parts of you that triggered the voices but what he was asking, you didn’t know if you could do. 

‘Please Amore! Let me worship you.’ He writhes as he asks once again his grip on your hips gets stronger and you feel his hard wet cock grazing your stomach. He lets out a gasp at the contact and you do not doubt his desire for you. To buy yourself some time you press a kiss to his lips. His mouth opens to you instantly. His tongue slides against yours giving you a taste of the pleasure he could give if you only give him what he wants. 

You want to, a large part of you really really wants to. The way he touches you usually pushes all the thoughts away. The pleasure you share makes you forget anything other than his hands, his mouth, his cock and in the moments after, his affection. The fire with which he looks at you in your carnal moments is calmed to warm glowing embers which make you feel even better than any physical touch.

Which is why you want to do this for him. It is ungenerous of you to attribute the evil things the voices say to him. That he could ever even think of you in such terms is itself unthinkable. He squeezes your hips encouraging you to move higher up the bed closer to the position he wants you. Your breasts hang heavy, level with his face. He licks your nipple just a flick of his tongue but your reaction belies the simplicity of the gesture. He purses his lips sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. Your mind starts to quiet as you give in to the sensations and then he grazes his teeth across the underside making you shiver. His teeth catch on your nipple pushing the air out of you in a gasp before he moves to the other leaving a trail of red worried skin and black smudges to map his path. 

Your breathing gets heavier as he brings you back into the moment. His touch beginning to drive away your negative thoughts. One of his hands leaves your hip as he continues to mouth at you and you feel him palming his erection between your legs. The fact he is so desperate to touch himself just from pleasuring you sends a pulse of arousal through your body that you feel in the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet. 

‘Perfetta amore mio,’ he groans into your chest as he takes his cock in hand fully. ‘Per favore, I need to worship you.’ You can’t resist him any longer, not when his desperation permeates through the space between you almost successfully smothering the voices. You crawl up his body slowly until your knees are either side of his head. You keep your eyes squeezed shut as you get into position trying not to imagine a look of disgust in his eyes. Before you can lower yourself to meet him you feel his hands run over your stomach up to your breasts cupping them gently before teasing your nipples back to hardness. 

‘Look at me Amore.’ He isn’t asking you anymore. You open your eyes and look down at him trying not to take notice of how your body looks between you. The look in his eyes eliminates what's left of your fears. You notice his pupils blown wide as they roam over your body with no trace of disgust to be found. ‘You are a goddess, let me taste you.’ 

You sink down finally to his open mouth, neck craning towards you in anticipation and as you make contact you are almost overwhelmed. His tongue glides to your entrance first moaning loudly at his first taste of your slick, the vibrations setting off sparks inside of you. You had had many lovers in the past but none had ever relished this act the way he did. His demands to worship you were not empty threats. No part of you was left out by his attentions as he sucked, licked and kissed you thoroughly.  

One of your hands is clinging to the headboard in an attempt to keep yourself upright and the other is buried in his hair torn between pulling him closer or pushing him away. You lift off to give yourself some respite from his intensity but that doesn’t give him any pause. He slides his mouth to your inner thighs, biting and sucking marks into your skin, making you shudder as much as the finger he slides inside you. 

‘Copia,’ you groan as you sink back down and his slick lips form a seal over your clit and he sucks making your eyes roll back into your head. He is working you in earnest now. No more teasing just the steady suction, the caress of his tongue and his fingers incessantly sliding in and out. You grind your hips in time with him building a steady rhythm pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It was coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach and you had to constantly fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head and ride him. Instead you tighten your grip on his hair making him moan against you and curl his fingers in such a way to make you choke, barely able to breathe due to the tension inside. 

He must sense you are close because he redoubles his efforts moving faster, more frantic, desperate to push you over the edge and as he pushes a second finger your muscles start to twitch and you know any second you are going to explode.

‘Copia,’ you cry out as everything snaps and you lose the fight not to tense your thighs and keep him locked in place as you ride out the most intense orgasm you can remember on his face. As you come down he is stroking himself frantically, mouth still moving over you, delving tongue searching for every last taste of your orgasm. You know when he reaches his climax by the way he tenses and moans into you. His warm breath as much a caress as his lips on your oversensitive skin. 

You move down him as he catches his breath avoiding his seeking lips to do a little worship of your own. He has come dotted over his stomach and a drop on his still half hard cock that makes your mouth water. You suck gently on the still twitching head swallowing down the remaining drops before following the trails of come on his stomach with your tongue never taking your eyes off his. His burning gaze follows you as you crawl back up to him and share the taste. Him on you and you on him. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is but the mingling tastes make you forget the earth shattering orgasm he had just given you as clench at thought of him fucking you now. He clutches you tight to his body, hips already grinding into yours. In one deft move he swaps your positions you are on your back beneath him. His ruined eye paint makes him look almost deranged, his heaving chest only adding to his wild countenance as he looms over you. 

‘Amore my desire for you will never be satiated.’ And he spends the rest of the night proving just that.