If I could turn back the time...

Pictura valet mille verba

MDNI!
TW: mention of alcohol consumption

Song recommendations at the end!!

Note: looking out through a window is often used as a metaphor in literature.

General overview:
Fluff, light comedy and melancholy, smut ! [semi-public masturbation, dirty talk, very slight degradation, involuntary orgasm denial, rage, oral (fem receiving), p in v, light choking, praise, multiple reader orgasms]

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The next morning, you slowly wake up. The sun is softly searching its way through the blinds. Where exactly are you? It's not your AirBnB, is it? Blinking, your vision slowly clears. You stretch, yawning as you feel a warm hand softly stroking your chest. "Good morning, cara", the voice whispers, giving you a little peck on the cheek, "you seem to have slept quite well, didn't you?". Copia was right next to you. You smile into the little kiss, just realising that the day before wasn't only a dream. "Good morning, Copia", you whisper, turning your head to look at him. Only now you realise that you're both naked in bed. You're dizzy, feeling your head spinning, "I did. I did have a good night's sleep", you answer quietly, savouring the moment. "Well that sounds good. After what we did yesterday, you deserved it. I mean, we drank quite a lot as well", Copia says, his eyes warm and loving as he leans over you. You're on your back, his right hand on your chest as he supports himself on his elbow with the other arm. The way he's looking down at you, with his messy hair falling over his forehead, is making you melt away. "Oh", you chuckle, slowly starting to remember the day before, "oh fuck yes, you're right. I think I remember that we did have a shower at some point, right? And then we..." you stop. You barely remember anything about what happened afterwards. "Well", Copia smirks playfully, his morning voice raspy and low, as he lifts his hand off your chest to caress your chin and look at your lips through half-lidded eyes, "we talked, went on a walk and eventually had dinner and some wine. And afterwards...", he closes his eyes, kissing you gently. You lean in, slowly grabbing this disheveled, soft salt and peppery hair. "... and afterwards, we fucked again. For two rounds. First time here in bed. Second time in the shower", you remember as you break the kiss, "we were drunk as hell". Copia can't help but smirk. The pictures in his head still quite vivid. "Yeah. Oh, you sounded so sweet screaming my name. That's what I missed the most about you", he adds. Then, he slowly rolls over on his back, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning against the headboard. You have a great view on his side profile and his broad chest now and it's sending shivers down your spine. You immediately cuddle up to him, resting your head and hand on his chest and your leg on his thighs. The calming warmth that's radiating off of him is met with the beautiful icy morning sun rays that illuminate his bedroom with a radiant and wintery light. "...And I missed screaming your name. Oh Lord, you have no idea how many-", you stop, trailing off. No, you can't say that right now, can you?
Copia gives you a little side eye, retrieving his left arm back from the headboard and wrapping it around you, so he can lazily stroke your hair. "How many what?", he interrogates sheepishly. You sigh. You cannot back off anymore. "... how many times I almost shouted your name by accident. Like, every time I slept with random dudes". You blush, thinking how pathetic you are right now casually saying this. You look up into his eyes, searching for some kind of reaction. Instead, you feel something twitch against your leg that's still resting on his thighs. "Oh-oh, cara, is that so?", Copia murmurs, biting his lower lip, "I take this as a compliment. And I wish you could see yourself blushing right now. Oh how good you're looking, hm? Just like yesterday evening when I had my cock buried deep inside of you". He says it like it's nothing too special. Copia pulls you over, making you squeak in surprise and shudder with arousal. You suddenly lay on top of him and as you slowly sit up, resting your hands on his chest, you find him smiling at you like an idiot. "Copia, oh Lord", you murmur, your head still spinning. You're definitely in for a hangover. He lightly grabs your arms, taking in the sight in front of him. You feel like a dumb little teenager right now. Your hair all messed up, hungover and your face probably all puffy. It's making you wanna hide away behind your palms, but Copia holds you steady. "What's the matter, cara?", he asks softly, letting his eyes wander over your naked form. "You're so beautiful", he breathes, absentmindedly licking his lips before you. You can't help but smile now. Apart from feeling physically awful, you're the happiest you've ever been after ten years of feeling incomplete. "Thank you, Copia", you whisper, leaning in to kiss him gently, feeling the heat on his chest rise and his cock slightly twitching underneath you. You can't help but chuckle into the kiss. Copia is so intoxicated by you that he slowly runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you goosebumps. His moustache tickles your upper lip and you slowly invite your tongue into his mouth, seeking for more depth, more intimacy. You know it's driving him crazy. Not only because you feel him getting hard right now, but also because you remember it too vividly, he's definitely still the same person as he was ten years ago. One French kiss and you had him go feral for you. "Oh fuck", Copia whimpers into the kiss, his voice shaky with anticipation. You can't help but moan into his mouth as he lets go of your arms and boldly presses both his palms on your ass cheeks, forcing you closer onto his body. Your body weight on him, Copia starts growling and grunting, focusing solely on the sensation of your tongue swirling around his. "Cazzo amore, ho così tanto bisogno di te in questo momento..., I need you so much right now", he murmurs urgently, his hips pressing against yours. You moan hearing his words, your hands in his hair as your kisses turn nasty, Copia's chest heaving up and down and little moans and groans of yours filling the room. You make sure to press your breasts against his chest, adding more friction. You feel yourself already getting wet, just by this little make out session.
"Let me help you, huh?", you breathe, letting go of his lips as you kiss your way down his sideburns, eliciting a low groan from him. His hands wander up your back, feeling your soft skin as you slowly pepper kisses down his chest. "Oh cara you're gonna be the death of me", he whines, feeling one of your hand slowly reach down over his chest, circling his nipple and caressing his stomach. You make your way downwards, never breaking eye contact. "Oh please Copia, after three rounds yesterday, you're still so needy?", you mock him, biting your lower lip as you finally reach your wanted destination, one of Copia's hands already in your hair as you see his cock standing proudly in front of you, "you're so hard already, mmmh". Copia growls, a growl that sends bolts of arousal through your body. He then cups your cheek with his hand, biting his lower lip as he savours the sight of you so close to his dick. "Cara", he groans, "I wanna see those pretty little lips of yours wrapped around my cock, can you do that for me? Hm? You know that you-". Copia can't finish his sentence as you both jump up in surprise, looking towards the door to the living room. Someone just knocked.