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Tied and begging

Copia x GN Reader

i'm too lazy to make a fic out of it, but we do love a begging papa so there it is :)

Warnings : sub Copia, ropes, edging ?, hand job

480 words

He's panting already and slick with his own sweat. There is red marks at the expanse of his tighs and his shins caused by the tightness of the ropes and his squirms. It must be uncomfortable for him to lay in such a position but he can't seem to bring himself to care anymore, not that he ever did anyway. If you could see his wrists tied behind his back, you'd see the red dots forming at the surface of his pale skin.

You admire him from where you're kneeling between his legs. His chest is red and so are the top of his ears and his whole face. Some rebellious strands of his beautiful hair are falling on his face but it only alleviate your will to play with him. He's just so pretty like that. So pliable. And just to please you.

He helplessly and almost against his will now rut his hips in the air once he loses your touch. 'Amore, please, please. Please. Let me cum, please.' He begs with shiny eyes.

'Ah !' He cries out in surprise when you start kitten licking at the slit of his cock. 'Amore ! I- I-,' His little voice sounds almost alarmed. 'I'm gonna cum ! Stop, please stop.' He shakes his head and closes tightly his eyes.

You retrieve off of him and look at the mess lying beneath you. He's all frustrated grunts and pathetic sobs. Some whines you never thought he was capable of doing before now when he wiggles his hips in the air. Little crescents are forming in his palms from where his nails are digging too deep.

After a few seconds of calm he tries to regain his breath but to no avail. As soon as he tries to inhale fresh air again you remind him of his burden. You grab his leaking cock and start to slowly pump him again. This knocks all the little air he had out of his lungs and Copia throw his head back in a pillow. His legs lock completely outstretched to meet your touch instantly.

'You're doing so good Copia, so good for me.' You keep a slow pace and give twists of your wrist when you reach the head of his cock. You lean down to kiss the 666 tattoo on his chest and he let out a long groan at the welcomed touch of your lips against his heated skin. You trail your kisses higher, passing by his neck and jaw until you reach his ear. Copia's breath comes in puffs and his chest rise quickly against yours.

'Cum for me, Papa.' You whisper.

Copia bites his lip to quiet his strangled moans. His eyes rolls back in his head from the raw pleasure of finally cumming. His stomach jumps with every contraction he has to offer in your hand, painting his stomach and yours with his own seed.