Single dad :) my wife's dead btw. did I mention my dead wife, you should have her jetski. wanna grab a beer? :)
What is this marvel. What's going on. What are you doing.
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for the smut prompts, 23 and 40 with copia??
Hi ghestie ❤️ sorry it took me a couple days to get back to you on this! I was a little busy and not feeling creative but I wanted to give this my attention ✨ so thank you!
NSFW below the cut 🥰
Lounging on the little folding futon in Copia's room, you're locked in an intense co-op mission in Bubble Bobble. However, your friend finds his eyes wandering, taking in the curve of your hip, the way your t-shirt hugs your bust.
"C'mon, Cardi! You're down to your last life!"
"...m'not a Cardinal anymore, amico," he softly reminds you, returning his attention to the screen in front of him.
But he just can't get the idea off his mind... He wants to lay on his side with you, pressing himself against your backside.
Finally, once Copia loses his last life, you go down soon after him since you didn't have him to support you on the mission anymore.
You deadpan a look over to him as the Game Over screen flashes, "I know you can do better than that."
The look he gives you... It's one you've seen before. It sends heat right to your core, although you know you shouldn't feel that way about him.
"Oh no, don't give me that look," you shoot at him, "I'm your best friend! I shouldn't even know what your 'I wanna fuck' face looks like!"
Dropping the rectangular controller, his hand moves to squeeze the obvious tent in his burgundy sweatpants. Watching him touch himself so boldly makes you squish your thighs together, and you sit up so you're more face-to-face with the man.
"Per favore," it comes out as a half-ask as his eyes drink in your form, noticing your belly button peaking out from under your shirt and your strong hips spilling over the waistband of your own sweatpants.
"Papa, you can have anyone in the Abbey. Want me to go find you some unassuming Sister? Or a ghoul even??" You try to get out of what you know you're already locked into.
"I can have anyone in the Abbey, yet... You're right here, topolino," the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he looks at you like a cat trapping its next meal. Gently, almost too gently, his leather clad fingers circle your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.
"So you want me because it's convenient, huh?" Your voice quivers as his touch becomes heavier, his hot breath on your lips as he closes in on you.
He doesn't say anything, just leans down for his lips to find your neck, licking and nipping at the spots he knows will drive you crazy.
Choking back a little moan, you put your hand on the center of his chest, pushing him off of you just enough to say, "This is a one time thing, alright?"
His eyes flick up to yours before he chuckles deeply, lips returning to your neck as he rolls you back on the little futon. "You say that every time, tesoro," he whispers in your ear.
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