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Love Trope February! Mafia AU! Copia x TransMale! Reader

Copia had taken over the Emeritus family ‘business’ after his brothers were killed. He has been running the family for the last 5 years, his ‘ghouls’ aka his lackeys, have been his only real friends since he took the position until he met (Y/N), who just so happens to be the child of an enemy family, the (L/N)’s. They had run into each other in a bar and ended up hooking up, blowing off steam if you will, and they didn’t realize just who the other was until they sobered up and (Y/N) noticed Copia’s signature white eye and Copia saw the signature white streak that is known for (L/N)’s. Even though they should hate each other, they continue to run into each other and hook up, and eventually form a relationship. But when Seestor tells Copia that she has arranged for him to marry the daughter of a ally family. He is distraught, running out of the mansion and to (Y/N)’s apartment, where he seeks comfort from his partner. What happens after?

Hello before anything SMUT WARNING

The lovely @artfulapple5536 requested this pairing from me and I hope I fulfilled your request!

TransMale Reader, as seen in the title, his clit is referred to as his clit, but he has a cunt. And what I mean when I said let alone a man, even if he was trans, was that even though it is possible for YN to have kids, Sister would rather Copia have a wife because this isn't the Satanic church this is the mafia babes.

Anyways I'm sorry the ending sucks. It's currently 3:30 am and i have work in the morning hehe, please end me ;-;

-Love Whiskey

“You are to marry Silvia Horan by the end of the year, and that is final, Allessandro Copia!” Sister yells, slamming her computer closed as she glares at her son. They had been arguing over the news she had just dropped onto him. She expected Copia to marry Silvia, the daughter of a family they had been close to for many generations, “To bring the families together!” as Nihil had excitedly put it. Copia was understandably against the idea, 1. Because he never wanted an arranged marriage, he wanted to marry for love, 2. He knew Silvia; while she was a sweet girl, he knew she didn’t care for him more than a brother, and she had a boyfriend that she had been secret for years, and 3. He was in love with someone else.

(Y/N) (L/N), the son of the rival (L/N) family, someone he never imagined he’d meet, let alone come to love. Yes, the way they had met was ironic, but he had truly come to love the smaller man; his (E/C) that he loved to gaze into, the white streaks that filtered through his (H/C) hair he would run his fingers through when they were relaxing together, his (S/T) skin that he loved to suck hickies into, the calloused yet soft hands that made him shiver just imagining, and so many other things. Sister would never approve of her son marrying a (L/N), let alone a man, even if he was trans and wanted to have kids, “Yes, Mother,” Copia mutters, “May I please leave?” he asks, looking up at the powerful woman with a disdainful glare.

“Yes, you may. We are hosting a dinner with the Horans tomorrow night. Please do not go out and get drunk tonight, Alessandro. We need you to be presentable.” Sister says, reopening her laptop and typing away at the device, probably emailing Silvia’s father of how she had informed Copia of the news. “Yes, Mother,” he says, standing and dusting off his suit pants before turning and leaving the lavish office. Dew and Aether were leaning against the opposite wall, seeming to have been in the middle of a conversation, when Copia emerged. The small male looks over at the Papa, a smirk visible through the mouth hole of his mask, “Hey boss, sounds like you got amazing news in there. Care to share with the class?” Dew asks; Aether gives his partner a look, “Sorry, boss, are you okay?” he asks, a concerned look in his brown eyes. Copia sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose against the oncoming headache, “Yes.. I’m fine, let’s go to my room. I’ll tell you more in there.” he says, “I need a drink” The two ghouls nod and follow after the older man.

Opening the door to his private rooms, Copia is met with the sight of Mountain and Swiss lounging on the couch, sharing a joint; the girls sprawled out on his bed, gossiping about something that Cirrus and Sunshine had overheard in the halls. Rain sat, legs elegantly crossed over his knee, reading a book that Copia noticed was the one he had recommended to the lanky male. All of his bodyguards were maskless, something he allowed them to be when in the privacy of his room since no one would dare to enter without the Papa’s permission, minus the maids and staff, of course, but they only came when they knew the room would be empty after one maid had walked in on the Papa and his ghouls amidst an orgy.

“Hey, boss, how’d the meeting with Seestor go?” Swiss giggles, now layed across Mountain’s lap as he tries to put out the joint in the ashtray on the side table. The taller male rolls his eyes, grabbing the joint from him and tapping it out. “You know Sister hates when you call her that Swiss. You’re gonna end up getting punished again.” Rain says, not looking up from his book, “Oh hush, Rainy, she’s not here now.” Swiss whines, stretching out across the couch even more, grunting when Dew suddenly launches himself on the Multi-talented males’ lap after he tossed his mask onto a table. “Sister has arranged for me to marry Silvia Horan,” Copia says, hands clenched at his sides.

The room goes silent, the girls whip around and gape at their boss, Rain slowly closes his book and sets it aside, and the other men all stare at Copia in disbelief, “Bu..but what about (Y/N)?’ Sunshine asks, crawling to kneel at the end of the bed, head tilted. Copia sighs, “Sister would never approve of the match, he’s a (L/N), and our family has been enemies with them for years. Plus, she’d never let me marry a man..” he says, disdain and sadness lacing his voice. “I thought she had said that you can marry whoever you want as long as you can produce an heir?” Aether asks, arms crossing over his broad chest, mask now on a table. “That was the original plan, but apparently, I was taking too long, and she decided to ‘move things along’ for me.” Copia growls, the conversation playing on repeat in his mind.

Sister had called him into her office for a meeting, thinking it was a simple meeting about the dinner the next day. Copia had come in and happily sat down, plans to head over and spend the night at (Y/N) ’s afterward already set, so he was in a good mood. They had started with simple small talk until Sister suddenly dropped the bomb. Copia to wed Silvia this winter; her father had offered her hand and even to pay for almost the entire wedding, “You both are getting older. You need to settle down and produce an heir before it’s too late. You don’t want to end up like your brother’s right?” she had said with a sickly sweet smile. This sent them spiraling into an argument. Copia yelled at her about how she had promised he could marry who he wanted as she screamed that she was doing this for his own good.

“That’s fucked up. You’re supposed to be the boss, the big man?! How can she decide something like this for you?” Dew demands, teeth gritted in anger. “While I am the head of the family and usually make the final decisions, my Mother is still the real head of me. She makes arrangements to help further the family’s wealth and status,” Copia says bitterly. Cumulus frowns, getting up from the bed and coming over to her boss, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, “I’m sorry, Copia.” she whispers. The male sighs. The smallest of his guards always gave the warmest hugs and was more motherly to him than Sister had ever been, wrapping his arms around and returning the hug, leaning his cheek against her soft curls. “Thank you, Cumulus.” he whispers back, she looks up at him with a sweet smile, but then it dips down into a frown, “How are you going to tell (Y/N)?” she asks.

Copia lets out a groan, “I have no fucking clue…I hope he isn’t mad about it.” he says. Cumulus pulls away and pats his cheek, “I’m sure he won’t be. He is always so understanding. He knows how the family business is.” she reassures him as Cirrus comes over, patting Copia’s shoulder, “Lussy’s right, (Y/N) always understands.” she agrees. Suddenly there is a loud growl from across the room, the three turns to where Dew is standing, clearly seething, “This is fucking bullshit! Who cares if you’re not married?! Having a bunch of cum pets isn’t gonna change anything!” he yells, kicking the edge of the couch. “Dew, I need an heir to carry the family name; that’s what this entire thing is about. They want me to be married so I can have a legitimate heir.” Copia explains, approaching the hot-headed man, “And why the hell can’t (Y/N) do it? He’s still got a pussy and those operators, or whatever they are called!” he yells.

Copia frowns. The ghouls had joined him and his partner a few times in threesomes and even a few orgies, “Dewdrop, drop it. I would appreciate it if you didn’t discuss my partner like that. Plus, like I said, Sister would never approve because of his family. (Y/N)’ s father and uncle are the ones who assassinated Primo and Secondo!” he hisses. Dew freezes. If it was possible, it almost looks like his ears drop in guilt, “I’m sorry, boss… I’m just pissed for you; why do you have to be forced into a marriage with someone you don’t love when you have a perfectly good partner.” Dew says softly as he sinks back onto the couch.

Letting out what feels to be the 100th sigh since he left Imperator’s office, he walks over to the couch and places a comforting hand on the smaller male's shoulder, “I know, Dew, just..today has taken a turn for the worse.” he says, squeezing light and offering a smile. Dew looks at him before leaning into the hand on his shoulder with what feels like a purr. His group of guards are almost cat-like in their affection and fight like demons despite being human. There’s a reason nobody seems to try to attack the Emeritus’. When Primo, Secondo, and Terzo had been attacked, their ghouls had immediately launched at the assaulters and damn near tore them to pieces. All that was left to identify them was their fingerprints and dental records.

“Hey, boss, remember that plan I told you about when you first got with (Y/N)..” Swiss interjects, tapping Copia’s shoulder, “What plan?” the Papa asks, eyebrow raised. Swiss gives his signature grin, “The one where we bust you out of here, and you two run off into the sunset, of course, with your faithful posse behind you.” he says. “I don’t recall this. Care to explain?” Copia asks, crossing his arms over his chest, all of the other ghouls leaning in as Swiss gives his elaborate “plan.” He apparently has family down in the Caribbean that would be willing to help them escape from their respected families, and he also apparently has contacts who could help them leave the country without being noticed. “Wow, I definitely would’ve remembered that. Sadly, my sweet Swiss, that simply wouldn’t work.” Copia says, patting the male on his head.

Swiss pouts and crosses his arms, leaning back into Mountain, who had silently sat the entire time. “I have a better idea,” he offers. Copia turns to look at his tallest guard, “What is it, Mountain?” The large male shuffles slightly, drawing Swiss into his lap, so he doesn’t have to deal with his squirming anymore, “Tomorrow’s dinner is a masquerade, correct?” he says. Copia nods, “Bring (Y/N), we’ll bring Sister into an area where she can’t call her guards in, aka Dew and Aether take them out of commission for a while, and you explain that you’re going to marry (Y/N) or you’re leaving. Simple as that, if she refuses, we go into hiding until she gives in. I have my own contacts that know how to make people disappear.” Mountain says, a sly smirk on his face. Copia stares at his typically stoic guard, impressed by the plan. “That..might just work, Mounty, thank you,” he says, an offended hey comes from Swiss but is shut up with Mountain pressed his large hand over his mouth and presses a kiss to the top of his head, nodding at his boss with a grin as he holds the writhing male.

“Alright, I think it is time for me to head over to my beloved's home. I said I’d be there after the meeting. Copia says, slipping off his suit jacket in favor of a simple jacket that he wears whenever visiting his lover. “I’ll drive.” Rain offers, standing from his chair, Mountain, Aether, and Cirrus standing from their respective spots to follow. They tend to accompany their boss whenever he visits (Y/N). “Amazing, let’s get going. I am excited to see my amore.” Copia chirps, leading the way out of the room and down the garage.

(Y/N)’ s apartment was about half an hour from the mansion. He had chosen to live away from his own family’s mansion since he had gotten tired of his mother forcing him into feminine clothing; his oldest brother paid for the expenses, he had always been supportive of his brother’s decisions and understood his desire to get away from his mother, though (Y/N) still had a job at a local cafe, so he didn’t completely depend on his family’s money. Copia loved his quaint 1 bedroom, 1 bath in comparison to the vast estate he had grown up in. It felt homier than his house ever did. His ghouls, of course, stay in the car in order to stay inconspicuous, along with the fact none of them were exactly in the mood to watch their boss have sex with his boyfriend. “I imagine that you’re staying the night, so please just let us know when you’re done so we can come up,” Cirrus says.

(Y/N), of course, welcomed Copia’s ‘ghouls’ into his apartment, even though it was a little cramped, simply because 1. He didn’t want them to have to stay in a car all night, he had gotten mad at Copia when it happened the first and only time, and 2. He loves having the guards around because he loves them. The Papa nods, “Yes, yes. Feel free to take my card and get some food or go shopping or whatever while you wait. If I don’t message by the time you’re tired, just come up, we won’t mind.” Copia says, winking at the female who rolls her eye, though she snatches the offered credit card from her boss with a smirk. “Have fun, boss~” Aether teases from the backseat.

Copia quickly exits the car and enters the apartment building, rides the elevator up to the 4th floor, and makes his way down the hallway to the correct door. Knocking lightly, there is a moment of silence before there is a clatter, and the door suddenly swings open. (Y/N) stands in the doorway wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, holding a pistol that he quickly drops when he realizes it’s his boyfriend. “Alle!” he cries, jumping into Copia’s arms, who chuckles and hugs him back tightly, nuzzling his nose into his lover’s slightly damp hair. “Hello mia amore, I’m sorry it took me so long, Sister talked forever.” he apologizes as he sets (Y/N) back on the floor and follows him inside, not exactly lying but not wanting to worry his love just yet, “She always seems too.” (Y/N) chuckles, closing and locking the door behind them.

Before the taller male can even get his jacket off, the smaller yanks him into a dirty kiss, one filled with tongue and teeth. Smirking against his lover’s lips, backing the smaller man against a wall, the Papa shoves his thigh between the (Y/N) ’s, earning a whimper as he feels just how damp his boxers have already become. Stripping his jacket from his shoulders, then yanked the oversized shirt over his lover’s head, only breaking the kiss long enough for the fabric to be pulled off. (Y/N) whines into Copia’s mouth, grinding down on the thick thigh while the mob boss separates from the kiss to instead make his way down the (S/T) throat, leaving dark hickies in his wake. “Co..couch or bedroom? (Y/N) moans out, gripping his boyfriend’s shoulders and tilting his head back to give him more access.

Sucking one final mark, Copia lifts (Y/N) off the floor and wraps his legs around his waist, carrying the smaller man into the bedroom. Laying him down on the bed, Copia kisses his way down his lover’s chest, making sure to give some attention to his sensitive nipples ad pressing a kiss to the arching scars under his pecs before continuing down to his target. Grinning up at (Y/N) ’s bright red face as he kneels between his spread legs, the smaller male is panting and biting his lip before licking a hot strip up his clothed slit.

(Y/N) moans, hands coming to tangle into grey-streaked brown hair as Copia continues to tease him through his boxers, soaking the material with both slick and saliva. “Pl..please! I need you, baby, need your mouth on me, please.” (Y/N) begs, tugging lightly at the strands. Smirking at how needy his lover already is, “Already so desperate for me, how long have you been waiting, hmm?” he teases, rubbing his fingers against the soaked spot. The smaller male arches his back and whines, “Al..all day! Waited for you to get here, didn’t touch myself because it doesn’t feel as good as you!” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking his hips.

Holding back a groan at the desperate words, Copia pulls down the last barrier between him and his lover’s now dripping slit. But he can’t hold back the noise he makes when he finally sees his lover's soaked cunt, his little cock standing at full attention and twitching with every beat of his erratic heart. “Fuck mio amore, you’re dripping!” Copia moans, earning a whine of embarrassment from (Y/N) that quickly turns into a choked whine as the taller male wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, suckling and tracing circles around the small tip as he slips 2 fingers into his lover’s hole. The younger man is quickly overwhelmed, the testosterone he had been taking made his cock incredibly sensitive, and the way Copia was assaulting it with his mouth was almost too much for him to handle, along with the drag of his fingers inside his clenching cunt.

“Fu..fuck!” (Y/N) moans, clenching his fingers tightly into Copia’s hair, which just spurs him into sucking harder, flicking his tongue at the same pace as his fingers. The tight warmth was quickly spreading through the smaller’s stomach, toes curling against the bed, “Go..gonna cum so..soon, fuck it’s too much!” he cries, hips bucking slightly against Copia’s mouth, grinding his wetness into his chin. Smirking around the cock in his mouth, the older male slips a third finger in before closing his lips tightly around the sensitive nub and sucking as hard as he can, making sure to twirl his tongue around the tip.

(Y/N)’ s vision goes white, his eyes roll back, and he is nearly screaming as he cums hard, slick gushing around the pumping fingers, thighs closing in hard around his partner’s head as he works him through his orgasm. Finally relenting once he feels (Y/N) ’s thighs twitching harshly around his head, Copia withdraws his fingers slowly before sucking them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. “My Satan, my sweet, you always taste so lovely. Could stay buried between those thighs for hours.” he groans, winking at his partner. The smaller whines, and his hips buck slightly at the thought, but for now, Copia has other plans. He stands, quickly unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants off, before he is once again leaning over the younger man. Pressing their lips together, (Y/N) moans at the taste of himself on the other’s tongue, Copia lines his aching cock up with the drenched hole and sinks in.

Both men moan loudly; Copia at the tight, hot wetness that now surrounds his cock and (Y/N) with how full he feels, along with the fact the head is brushing directly against his g-spot. Panting into his lover’s mouth, the mob boss slowly pulls out before sinking back in, setting a slow pace that slowly grows faster. They cling to each other; (Y/N) ’s legs wrapped tightly around his hips and arms around his neck, Copia’s arms around his waist. Their lips move lazily against each other, moreso just breathing into each other as the taller fucks into his lover.

Loud moans and whines fill the room, along with obscene squelching noises from just how wet (Y/N) is, Copia can feel the slick dripping down his balls as they slap into his cunt. “You feel so amazing, Tesoro, so tight and warm, so fucking wet!” he groans, earning an embarrassed whine from his lover, “Fuck, baby! Right there, right there! Fucking shit!” (Y/N) cries, back arching as the pleasure overtakes his senses. Feeling him clench even harder around him makes the knot in Copia’s belly tighten even further. He can feel his balls tightening as his orgasm builds, “Go..gonna fill this pretty cunt up with my cum, wanna feel you cum with me, can you do that for me mio amore?” Copia pants, reaching down to rub (Y/N) ’s cock. All the smaller male can do is nod spastically and moan, letting out a high-pitched squeak at the sudden feeling of fingers on his sensitive nub.

It doesn’t take long for them both to cum. Copia falls over the edge first, hips stuttering as he cums deep inside his lover. The feeling of the hot cum being spilled inside them, along with one last hard stroke to his cock has (Y/N) ’s back arching as he cries out Copia’s name. Clenching down hard on the cock inside him as he cums, trembling violently and clinging tighter to his partner. Slowly withdrawing from the wet head, making (Y/N) wince due to how sensitive he is, Copia carefully helps his lover further onto the bed. Kissing his forehead before stumbling out of the room to grab a washcloth and some water for both of them, returning a minute later to find his partner carefully pushing the cum back into themselves despite whimpering from oversensitivity.

Smirking at the sight, “Such a good boy, pushing my cum back into you. Don’t wanna waste a drop, do you, my little cumslut?” Copia teases, sitting on the bed and handing (Y/N) the water, who just sleepily smiles at him, “Can’t let that previous Papa juice leak everywhere.” he giggles. The statement makes Copia choke on the water he had just drunk, sputtering it out, making (Y/N) laugh harder, patting his back. “You okay, love?” he asks, smirking while knowing the answer, “Yes, just please warn me before you say such things amore! I am an old man. I might have a heart attack.” Copia cries, and the smaller man rolls his eyes, “You’re not old, Alle. You’re only 43.” he states, drinking some of the water. “Fine, but I am still not as young as I used to be.” he retorts, gently wiping the little bit of cum that had begun to ooze out.

The pair finish cleaning up before snuggling on the bed, (Y/N) curled up on Copia’s chest. Sighing, knowing he has to break the news, “Amore?” he whispers quietly, earning a hum, “About the meeting with Sister…she has arranged a marriage with Silvia Horan and me.” he says. He feels the male on his chest tense before he sits up, staring at him with a hurt look, “What the fuck do you mean, arranged a marriage?” he spits, anger taking over. “(Y/N), amore, before you get more upset, please listen to me.” he begs, grabbing their hands in his, pleading green and white staring into hard (E/C), “Sister arranges this against my will, neither Silvia nor I wish for this, she has a lover of her own that she loves very much.” he explains, “But I do have a plan, well Mountain came up with it.”

(Y/N) stares at him, all of the thoughts rushing through his mind, he is hurt, but he knows that Copia would never agree to such a thing. The plan also intrigued him, “Well, go on.” he says. Copia sighs, “Tomorrow night, we are having a masquerade dinner; you are going to come with me, I have an extra ghoul mask that you can wear, and we’re going to tell my mother whether she agrees to call off the wedding, or we leave. Simple as that. I don’t care if I have to leave my family behind, my brothers are gone, and you know how I feel about my mother…I love you (Y/N) (L/N), I don’t care if our families have had this rivalry for decades. You are the one I want.” Copia states, pressing a gentle kiss to their hands.

The confession makes (Y/N) ’s eyes water, and no one has ever said anything like that to them before, so heartfelt and pure, it makes his heart twist and pound. “That…plan sounds wonderful. I’m confident it’ll work.” he says slowly before looking into those mismatched eyes he had fallen in love with, “I love you too, Allessandro Copia Emeritus. You are the one that I have dreamed of for years.” he says, letting go of Copia’s hand to reach up and cup his cheek as the tears fall. Laughing as he hiccups a sob, the older male smiles a dorky smile and tackles them in a hug, pressing kisses all over their face, kissing away the tears that were slowly falling.

That next day, they execute the plan, Sister is brought away in a far-off corridor, unknowingly guarded by Mountain and Swiss and the girls, and Copia enters with (Y/N), who pulls off his ghoul mask. Sister gasps at the sight of his white streaks, but Copia holds up a hand before she can scream. He tells his mother that he will leave if she does not call off the wedding with Silvia. Taking his guards and all of the money in his bank account that she cannot touch, he will manage the family from afar where she cannot bother him ever again. Sister sputters that he can’t do this, but when Copia shrugs and turns to leave, she begrudgingly agrees. They walk back into the ballroom, where she makes the announcement that the wedding is off. Silvia cries with joy and kisses her lover in front of their parents. He is a guard that has been a part of their household since she was 18, him being only 3 years older. Her father was pissed but couldn’t do anything in front of everyone. (Y/N) and Copia happily press their lips together in front of everyone, making it known that Papa Allessandro Emeritus and (Y/N) (L/N) were together and nobody could separate them

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