Shy College Bf Lu Headcanons

why are we all still just as horny for this man as we were in december LOLLLL

“she’s got an AMAZING head of hair on her which she obviously gets from her daddy 😭” ughhhhh 😣😣😣😣😣 i wanna have his kids

Girl dad Lu headcanons 🩷

girldad lu headcanons 🩷

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࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when she was still in your womb, she would always kick like crazy when luigi was around :)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when she was born he cried and could not stop staring at her, he was terrified at first when the doctors asked if he wanted to hold her because he thought he’d drop her 😣😣

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ sometimes you’d come home from being somewhere after leaving luigi alone with the baby, and you’d see him just sitting on the couch with her just holding her and staring at her.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ loves cuddling on the couch with you and her because you’re his girls :(((

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ her first word was “dada!” and luigi got sooo cocky about it and would not shut up about it for weeks

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ loves tickling her, once he was tickling her when she was still a baby and he made her laugh for the first time 🥹🥹

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ LOVES talking to her even when he can’t understand her, when she became a toddler and started actually walking and talking, she’d say some of her toddler babble to him and he’d reply and go “really? wow! that’s amazing!”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ loves every part of being a dad. especially during her baby days, he loved feeding her, getting up in the middle of the night to calm her down, he even loved changing her diapers

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when she’d cry in the middle of the night, luigi would notice just how tired you looked and he’d insist that he’d go deal with her instead so you could get more sleep

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ is SO patient with her. you don’t know how he does it. when she’s being cheeky and won’t go to bed you’ve NEVER seen luigi get frustrated with her, ever.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ your daughter is the perfect mix of you and luigi, but she looks so much like you when she gets mad which always makes him laugh soooo much, because he just can’t take her seriously if all he can see is a mini version of you 😭

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ she’s got an AMAZING head of hair on her which she obviously gets from her daddy 😭

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ luigi absolutely loves introducing her as your daughter to people

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he genuinely thinks she’s the best thing you and him have ever done :(((

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ your daughter is very curious toddler, always pointing at things and going “daddy wat that?” and luigi always takes the time to explain it to her

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ one time when he was at his computer doing some coding stuff your little girl toddled up to him, saw what he was doing and asked “wat you doin daddy?” with wide eyes

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ so he pulled her onto his lap and showed her all his coding stuff, and started explaining it in detail and even though she didn’t understand a word he was saying she was still like “woooooooooooooowwwww!!! reeeeeeeeeaalllllyyyyyyyyyy??????”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ loves taking her for walks through the park in her pram, especially when she babbles and points at random things and asks what they are

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when he’s not using her pram he’s using one of those slings where your kid is kinda strapped in front of you (please tell me you all know what i’m trying to describe 😭😭)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ speaking of walks through the park, he loves taking her to the duck pond to feed the ducks! she calls it the “duckie pond” so that means luigi has to call it that too 😭😭

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he gave her permission to eat one of the slices of bread they brought with them one day, and when he was watching her eat he couldn’t get enough of how cute she looked, so he told her to smile while she had her mouth full and he took a photo of her and sent it to you

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ whenever she has a bad dream she always goes to you and luigi’s room and snuggles up in between you two

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ once on valentine’s day he got her to give you the bouquet of roses he got for you

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he even coached her on what to say, she ended up saying “happy vawintines day mommy! these from daddy, daddy loves you!”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ once he took her into a jewellery store to pick out a gift for you, and she pointed at the prettiest bracelet ever and he ended up buying it for you 😣

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ gets way too invested in the kid cartoons she watches😭 once you came home to him cross legged in front of the tv next to her watching one of the episodes

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when she gets upset, so does he. there’s just something about seeing his little girl sad that really tugs at his heartstrings

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ on her 2nd christmas he dressed up as santa and walked into the room, and your daughter was so convinced that santa claus was actually in your fucking house, while you on the other hand could not stop laughing because it was so obvious that it was lu, and his santa impersonation was too funny

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when she’s out in public with him and gets nervous for whatever reason she hides behind his pant leg

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ once he was doing his coding stuff on his computer and she randomly toddled up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and said “i love you daddy!” for the first time

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ if she notices lu is stressed out about something she’ll toddle up to him, hold up her teddy bear to him and go “daddy want my teddy?”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ always falls asleep in lu’s arms when he reads her a bedtime story :(((

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ whenever you’re all out shopping together, whenever she sees luigi from mario, whether it be a billboard, a poster, an action figure in a store, or a keychain, she always points and goes “wook! wook! wook! it’s daddy!”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ even though he might not be the best singer, he loves singing songs for his little girl. he loves seeing the smile that appears on her face :)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he loves playing with her, one day you came home to him playing dolls with her, it was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen 😭

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previous work

his canine teeth are so sharp…………… just thinking…. ermmmmdkskmdkdkd

getting into argument with lu and him fucking the silent treatment out of you <3 a muffled moan slips out and he's like "mmh there you go, wanna hear that pretty fucking voice baby" 🤗

fresh out the slammer

luigi mangione x reader

luigi had been gone for three years up until now. you stayed for as long as you could possibly bare, but luigi had dwelled on his destined fate the second he was arrested. he knew it was over, even as he presumed his innocence for the entirety of the trial. he let you go for you, not for himself. he thought of you every single day up until his abrupt freedom landed unexpectedly in his lap. fresh out the slammer, he knew who his first call would be to.

inspired by fresh out the slammer by the one and only, taylor swift.

warnings: SMUT OFC !

notes: hi guys this is my first time posting my fics on here, i usually post on my wattpad @/rejexts. i hope yall enjoy if anyone reads this. also. i am picturing the first male character as nicholas alexander chaves so… do with that info what you will :)

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"hey, are you good?"

you snap out of the trance you had been in as your co-worker, blake, spoke in your direction. you looked down at your right hand, realizing you had a death grip on the pen you were holding.

"yeah, all good." you muster a fake smile as you gage your attention back towards the paper you were mindlessly writing on.

a year ago, you were spending this time writing letters to luigi in the same exact spot. now, your writings only had to do with work. life moves on, just as luigi had.

"so, i was thinking," blake changed the topic, walking up to you. "if you're free tonight, would you wanna come over again?" his mouth curled into a grin.

it was cute, and he was cute. but it was merely a distraction from the ache you felt deep in your chest everyday. a few months ago, he had taken you on a date. you continued to casually hang out- which lead to casually hooking up. you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could move on with your life.

no matter how many times blake tried to woo you over, it all felt superficial, like you were living this lie. you desperately tried leaning into it, but it was becoming exhausting.

"let me think about it, i'm so tired and i-"

"shhh, ah ah ah," the light haired boy interrupted. "i know you've been going through it. let me take care of you tonight, yeah?"

you looked up at the boy sheepishly, giving him a genuine smile this time. he really was trying, and you knew he cared for you.

it wasn't luigi, though.

"okay, okay," you throw your hands up in defense. "i'll come."

"yeah you will." the boy winked at you before trotting back to his desk. you playfully rolled your eyes as you continued on your work. going to see blake had to be better than moping around at home, right?

as the end of the work day neared, you packed up your belongings and began your journey home; back to the small house you and luigi had started renting together. although now, you only arrive home to your two cats.

unlocking the door, you felt your phone buzz with a call. assuming it was blake, you pulled it out and answered with no hesitation.

"y/n?" a deep, familiar italian voice ventured from the other end.

your blood ran cold, and a deep churning feeling hit the pit of your stomach like an explosion. you clutched the phone so hard in your hand that it became ghostly pale and your left eye twitched.

"it's luigi." the voice stated, accompanied by a deep, shaky breath. he seemed just as anxious as you were.

before you could even respond, it was like somebody else was puppeteering you like a doll. your death-like grip on the phone turned soft as you swiftly removed it from your ear, and pressed the red button to end the call.

no.

that couldn't have been real, right?

sighing deeply, you unlock your phone and scroll a through your recent call history.

lui <3

phone call (incoming)

15 seconds ago

he had called you, on his phone. his real cell phone number that you had saved in your phone, not one of the thousand different phone numbers from prison.

it had to be some sick joke. you hadn't received any form of communication from luigi for almost an entire year. his trial had been ongoing it's third year, and he had written to you for the last time as his freedom steered further and further away.

you continued to write to him, even though he told you that you needed to let him go. as much as he loved you, he didn't want you to spend the rest of your life waiting on sugar-coated hope. day after day, week after week, your letters began returning back home to you, unopened by luigi.

you were angry. abandoned by the man who at the beginning of this mess, told you that he promised it'd always be you two. and you promised to never leave his side, no matter the outcome.

until he left you.

tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. you were beyond confused as to why somebody would call you from luigi's phone. in your mind, that's what had happened. luigi was never going to see freedom, therefore making his call impossible; unless it was someone else.

or maybe you were just going crazy.

you coarse your fingers through your hair as you suck in a deep breath. the only logical idea in your mind was to pretend like nothing happened, and to get to blake's as soon as possible. even though you didn't exactly feel a spark with the boy, he was still a good friend to lean on.

you made your way upstairs, changing into comfier clothes and doing everything in your power to distract yourself.

"i just gotta get out of this house." you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys and headed towards your front door.

you swiftly unlocked it, swing it open, and run directly into a hard, tall figure.

you wobble backwards before two pairs of strong, large hands firmly grip your shoulders to steady yourself. blinking upwards towards the man, it doesn't take long for you to realize who this is.

"you heading somewhere?" a sly smirk questioned down at you cockily.

"this isn't real," you mumble before pushing past him, and the contact of your hands with his chest sends chills through your entire body. "you're not here."

"why did you hang up on me?" luigi's voice is deep and hoarse, ignoring your delusions. before you can take one step further, luigi wraps his hand around your wrist and lightly yanks you backwards towards him. you're now facing him, inches away from his chest as you stare up at him in awe. "where are you going?" he questioned, oblivious to the fact that this was the first time you two had seen each other in years.

he looked different from the luigi you knew. luigi was always muscular, but he had gained a noticeable amount of muscle weight as his arms filled out his long-sleeved blue t-shirt. his hair was thick and longer than usual, his black curls far more prominent than you've ever seen them. he looked good, but exhausted, as thick brown bags lined his under eyes.

"how are you even here right no-"

"shhh," luigi hushed, pressing his pointer finger to your lips. his hand was cold, yet it sent electricity through you. "i missed you so much." he soothed, removing his finger from your lips and wrapping both of his arms around you and pulling you deep into his chest.

without hesitation, you embrace the man back. snaking your arms around him and breathing him in, he smells exactly like how he did before he went away, which forces tears to pry at the corners of your eyes. he squeezes you tighter, as if quietly telling you this was real.

"you left me," you mumble into luigi's chest, looking up at him. you were still held in his arms as he cocked his head down to face you. "you made me go insane." you choke.

"i know pretty girl, and for the rest of our lives i'm going to tell you how sorry i am," he hums, his lips turning into a genuine frown. "but for right now, let me take care of you."

luigi wraps both of his arms under your legs and swiftly picks you up bridal style, catching you off guard. the tears that threatened to fall earlier had disappeared, and now you were giggling at the boy. he grins down at you before making his way upstairs, holding you close in his arms. 

"what are you-"

before you can finish your sentence, luigi sets you down in the hallway right outside your door. the door to the room you once shared together, and now he was here, he was back.

"there's not any guy in there, yeah?" luigi questions sternly, furrowing his eyebrows towards the door.

"no," you laugh, giddiness coursing through your veins. "it's just been me here." you had so much to say, so much to ask, but right now, this felt enough. this felt like a fairytale.

"good," he grumbles, opening your door and intertwining his hand within yours. "or else i'd have to kill 'em.”

before you can respond, luigi has you pressed up against the hallway wall. you look up at him with doe eyes, and he looks down at you like you're his prey. he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he embraces your cheek, running his thumb back and forth across it.

"can i?" luigi questions eagerly, licking his bottom lip as his eyes flicker to yours.

you don't even tell him yes; all you do is pull his mouth onto yours. his lips are initially cool to the touch, but as you pick up the pace they gradually warm. his lips move perfectly in-synch with yours as he lightly wraps his hand around your neck. squeezing gently, you can tell this really gets him going, as he then takes his tongue and runs it against your bottom lip, slipping it inside your mouth.

"i missed the way you taste," luigi murmurs against your lips, reconnecting his to yours immediately. "i missed you." he says breathlessly. he uses his free hand to slowly rub circles around your heat, lips still moving with yours at the same time. you had leggings on, yet he still knew exactly where to rub to get you going.

"fuck- lui," you gasp against his skin, leading him to pick up his speed. His large, veiny fingers moved at such a fast pace against you, your legs began to feel like jelly as the pleasure seared throughout the lower portion of your body.

"you have no idea," luigi paused to gently suck on the nape of your neck, swirling his tongue around on the sweetest spot. "no idea how much i thought of you..." his voice trailed as his tongue ventured lower and lower down your neck. the gentle, sweet sucking slowly began to turn into rough, delicate pinches. he was using his sharp canines to mark you, mark what belongs to him. "how much i dreamt about you..." he groaned against the bright red marks that now dotted your skin, soon to become purple. a reminder that he was real. your body shudders in response, a small gasp escaping your lips when luigi removes his two fingers from your heat, and begins to play with the waistline of your leggings.

"p-please," you beg, biting your bottom lip. every time his fingers touches your stomach, a flame lights within your stomach, making it churn in the best way possible. "do whatever you want, just please." you whine at the man, and his lips curl into a smirk above you.

"was already planning on it, sweetheart. you are mine," he growls, his voice dark with power. luigi had never acted this way with you, especially when the two of you were intimate. "come on." luigi stops playing with your waistband and instead, grabs a fist-full of the material and opens your bedroom door, pulling you in behind him.

luigi is quick to place his right hand on your stomach, lowering you down onto the bed. he hovers over you with ease, his arms now much bigger than they once used to be. this is the first time you're really able to look at him; he is freshly shaven, yet he still manages to look much more grown than before. his eyes which were once filled with light, are much darker now, starving for power, for you.

luigi hungrily meets your lips with his again, moving against you with so much passion, so much force. he opens up your legs and inserts himself between them, slowly grinding against you as his lips continue to pleasure your own. he wraps a single hand around your throat, and the more he continues to grind, the more you can feel how hard he is underneath his jeans. instinctively, you lower your hand down to his member, and begin massaging his bulge with the palm of your hand.

"uh-uh," luigi retorts, batting your hand away. "gonna make me cum, pretty girl... it's been so long." he finally takes his lips off of yours. "i want to work on you baby, make you feel everything you missed." he grins down at you, his eyes still dark with something you can't put a finger on. his words send a pack of butterflies down your throat to your stomach, making you gulp down the million emotions you were currently feeling.

"i want to see you, all of you," luigi commands, quickly pawing at the hem of your shirt. you nod at him, and he swiftly lifts it over your head, tossing it to the floor. he slips your sports bra up over your head with your help, then resumes his work on you. he sucks at your neck, your collarbone, until he gets to your breasts. "fuck.." he trails against your skin as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around, causing ripples of pleasure to beam within you. using a free hand to gently pinch your other nipple and rub it between his pointer finger and thumb, he sucks down on the nipple he was already working on.

"god that- mmm..." you moan, gripping your bedsheets. "so good, lu."

"ohh yeah?" he draws out, sucking on your skin until he gets to your leggings. "let's get these off."

pulling your leggings down, luigi almost gasps at the sight of a naked you. he takes his long, middle finger and places it on your clit, rubbing small, agonizing circles. with each movement, it sends a jolt of clarity throughout your entire body, yearning for more.

out of nowhere, he slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger inside of you, his mouth gaped in surprise of how wet you were for him.

"i wanted to fuck you with my hands before i get to put my dick inside you... but fuck, i need to taste you, feel you squirm under my tongue, pretty baby." he huffs seconds before immediately placing his tongue on your clit, sucking intensely. you throb underneath him, the pleasure of his wet tongue almost becoming too much. he's in-between your legs while your back is propped up on a pillow, so you watch him passionately have his way with you. your hands grip his soft, curly locks so you have something to hold onto as you can feel yourself reaching the brink of an orgasm. your squirm so hard beneath him that he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down in place. his tongue continues to flick your clit, every so often dipping inside of your heat before he inserts his two fingers back inside of you. the pleasure is so good, it's too much, sending fireworks throughout. you want to scream, hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes as luigi continues to overstimulate you.

"mmm," he moaned against your region. "taste so fucking good, y/n."

his hands are much bigger than yours, so when he curls his fingers inside of you, he can hit spots you thought were unimaginable. you let out a long, drawn-out moan to advise him you were about to finish, which causes him to halt. it felt like he had just taken away everything from you, the pure pleasure, the itch he scratched, the warmness against your slit.

"baaaby," you whine, the absence of him felt cold.

"shhh," he cooed, sitting himself upright and unbuttoning his jeans. "i got you." he spoke. you joined him, helping him hastily toss his shirt off. the sight of this new, shirtless luigi left your jaw slacked open. he was always muscular, but abs now dotted his mid-section and his pecs were huge. he must've really worked on himself when he was away.

"i missed your pretty pussy." luigi spoke breathlessly, tossing his underwear to the ground, his hardened dick sprung out, pre-cum glistening at his tip.

you look at him with innocent eyes, before rolling onto your stomach for him. you lie like that for half a second before luigi's huge hands wrap around you and aggressively toss you back onto your back, lying and looking up at him.

"no," he stops to align his dick with your slit, slick with a mixture of your own juices and luigi's spit. "i wanna fuck you like this, i want you to look me in the eyes while you take me." he growls before slowly inserting his tip, teasing you and himself. him being so blessed, it only takes his tip to begin stretching you out, searing pleasure rippling within.

"please," was all you could manage, trying to slip him inside of you with your hips. "i need you lu, i need you." you begged.

"i love hearing you beg," he snickers down at you sinfully, pulling ever so slightly away from you. "gonna regret that later, love. gonna make me fuck you harder than i ever have."

within seconds, luigi plows his full-length inside of you, catching you off guard. pain surges through you, before becoming replaced with pure bliss.

"fuck!" you scream out, gritting your teeth as you look up at luigi in awe. he is so concentrated on you, on loving you, fucking you, making you feel so good. he fucked you like nothing else in the world mattered to him right now. "luuuu." you purr, drawing out his nickname.

"god, you feel so fucking good." he seethes, taking a moment to really feel you. to feel how deep he has his cock buried inside of you, stretching you, hitting every sweet spot you longed for. he slowly takes his length out of you, then pushes himself back in, moaning until he's all the way in again. he begins slow, bucking his hips so he slides all the way in, and all the way out. the pleasure slowly builds within you with every slow pump luigi takes. "so... tight... for me." luigi buries his face within your neck, slowly starting to pick up the speed while continuing to mumble profanities.

"oh... my god," you whimper, his thrusts have picked up speed, but now he slams into you with much more force. a string of moans and curse words fly from your mouth as you grip his neck with your hands, nails digging into his perfect skin. the pleasure was almost far too much, and he was hitting every spot perfectly over and over and over. "baby i- i'm gonna-"

"not yet," he commands, now really picking up how fast his dick pumps into your wetness. he pulls his head up from the crook of your neck.  "not yet baby, hold it for me. be a good girl and wait for me, yeah?" he's breathless, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. he takes his hand, squeezing your neck so tight you start to see little black stars. he's using his grip on your neck to plunge into you as rough as he can.

it's far too much. luigi is fucking you so hard, so deep, you can feel yourself coming completely undone beneath him. that heavy, fluttery feeling is pitted deep within your stomach, and it's about to wash over you.

"come on baby, i'm almost there," luigi pants. "wait for me." he demands, his tone hoarse. you're so wet that you can feel yourself dripping, and your breathing becomes erratic. he's fucking you relentlessly, until you're absolutely dumb, raw to the touch.

"i- i can't lu, i'm gonna-"

"ohh fuck," luigi's voice is low and raspy as he releases his load into you, filling you up with everything he has to offer. you squirm and wriggle beneath him, reaching that pure bliss climax you had been holding out for.  "fuuuuck." he pumps into you one last time before pulling out, his cum spilling out of you as he does so.

you're breathing deep, hyperventilating almost, as your legs begin to shake beneath him. luigi's face goes soft as he's quick to his feet, racing to grab a towel. he ignores himself first, wiping down every wet part of you while you lie there and look up at him. he makes sure every part of you is clean before he wipes himself down, and crawls back into your bed.

"hey, i got you." luigi hummed , pulling you into his arms tightly. he gave you a tight squeeze as your legs still shook and your breathing was rapid. "you did so good f'me baby, i'm so proud of you."

you fought back tears, wrapping yourself around the man as you let him hold you. you were so overwhelmed by the stimulation, and the fact that this was real.

"it's okay baby, you're okay," he continued, stroking your hair. you turned your head to look up at him, hot tears streaming down your face. "i'm here, i'm not leaving again. i love you."

"h-how?" your voice was frail from luigi's necklace earlier. "how are you here?" your voice squeaked.

"well," luigi adjusts himself so he's propped up and can see your face, but he still has you wrapped in his arm. "i'm a little hurt you didn't see."

"i blocked your name from everything." you admitted. it was true. after receiving your letters to him, unopened, you made sure you would never see anything about him again. it sure was hard, with how big his case was, but it brought you somewhat peace for the time being.

"and i don't blame you. i didn't think i was ever going to see you again." luigi plants a kiss on your forehead, wiping the tears from your face. "the prosecution happened not too long ago, and they found me not guilty."

"what?" you were shocked. "you're not going back?"

"i'm not going back," he laughs. "i got out today. this was the first place i came."

"but-" your brain felt fuzzy and confused. "but how did-"

"i'll answer everything baby. i promise. right now, let me hold you, make you feel better. we've been through so much." he hushes, running his finger across your lips.

"i love you more, by the way." you grin at him.

"never in a million years."

O m g

roommates luigi mangione x reader 18+

smut summary your roommate luigi has been dealing drugs out of your house for or the past year and a half!!!??

warnings long ass intro, goodgirl-ish stereotype, jealousy, Angst, seriously long arguments, makeup/high sex, unedited, fingering, pussy eating, slapping, UNEDITED seriously

“hey, you live with pep, right?”

you blink, caught off guard. the question wasn’t unusual; the coffee shop was just a few blocks from campus. luigi liked to joke his only experience with roommates was sharing a house with frat boys and their girlfriends—unsurprisingly, they were the ones who usually came by. always with a package he left behind or cash they owed him.

never pretty, single girls.

you knew rebecca was single because she dumped her boyfriend at your birthday party last semester—caught him cheating and, according to campus lore, beat the shit out of both him and the girl. there was blood on the wall for weeks.

“you mean luigi?” you clarify.

“we were study buddies during undergrad. loved him,” she says, rummaging through a leather tote. she pulls out a pale pink envelope, his name scrawled across the front in careful cursive. “ran into him the other day and totally forgot to give him this. would you mind?”

you pause. the envelope feels too personal.

“you should give it to him yourself,” you say, too fast. “he’s throwing a party for the game tonight. you should come.”

“you’re so sweet. but i don’t know. i haven’t talked him in forever and so much has changed…” you feel a storm of something strange wash over you. a part of you didn’t want her to come to the party and you couldn’t place a finger on why. “is he still seeing that humanities major?”

“no, i don’t think so,” you say, trying to sound casual, even though your heart is already betraying you. pride tugs at your voice, holding it steady.

“oh. thank god,” she says. “pep’s always been so nice, but i can never tell if he’s just nice to everyone, you know?”

you’d never lie to a girl about your hot roommate’s love life—especially not just to protect your own feelings. even if they’re louder than they should be.

louder than they should be?!??! god, what were you even saying? your voice echoes in your own head, tiny and unsure. before you can spend another second replaying it, beautiful, blue-eyed rebecca leans over the counter and slides the envelope toward you. her fingers brush yours—intentional, maybe. she’s still smiling.

“listen, if i don’t make it, you’ll give it to him, right?”

maybe it was the optimist in you. maybe it was just a slow evening. or the retrograde. but ultimately, you smile—tight-lipped but genuine—and suddenly, you’re playing matchmaker. pretending your heart isn’t thudding, pretending you’re just being helpful.

the sky’s already gone purple by the time your shift ends. you smell like espresso and sweat, and your hair’s half-falling out of its bun. you don’t bother fixing it.

by the time you get to the house, the party’s already full; bass pulsing through the floorboards, bodies pressed together in the living room, and the back door swinging open every few minutes to clouds of smoke and laughter.

luigi’s posted up in the kitchen, adidas hoodie half-zipped, sleeves pushed up, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. his hair’s a mess in that deliberate way, eyes sharp but warm when they land on you.

“you’re late,” he says, but he’s already moving to pour you a drink. something just a little sweeter than what he gives anyone else.

“had to close,” you say, sliding the envelope from your pocket and holding it out. “rebecca dropped this off for you.”

the brown-haired boy takes it, glancing at the cursive with a flicker of something unreadable. “cool, thanks,” he mutters, shoving it into a drawer without opening it.

you frown when he slides the envelope into the drawer like it’s junk mail. “you’re not going to read it?”

luigi glances at you, then at the drawer. “read it?”

“yeah,” you say, stepping closer. “i don’t know. it just seems like something she… put effort into.”

“y/n,” he huffs a soft laugh. “it’s not that kind of letter.”

you tilt your head. “what kind is it?”

“business,” he says. “boring stuff.”

“rebecca doesn’t seem boring.”

“she’s not. but this is,” luigi says, slipping his specialty drink into your hand—all sugar-sweet, just the way you like it.

“i’m glad you think so,” you watch him carefully as you continue your sentence, “cause i invited her over tonight.”

he tilts his head at you. “what? why would you do that?”

you shrug, trying to sound breezy. “she said you two were close. that you used to study together.”

a pause. too short to mean nothing, too long to not mean something.

“right, uh…” he tilts his head and tries to come up with more fulfilling response. “i guess i had a lot of study buddies that year.”

“okay well,” you frown at his lack of excitement. “she seemed nostalgic about it. she obviously misses you. she still calls you by your nickname and everything.”

the brunette watches your expression as he leans a hip against the counter, close now—close enough that you catch the faint smell of weed hiding underneath his signature cologne. he smiles playfully.

“so you figured i’d be thrilled to see her again? y/n, what would we even talk about?”

you’d been undergrad together, but never really together, not the way rebecca might’ve been. you wonder: were they hooking up? the story about the thought of rebecca, a dance major, seeking out robotics captain luigi mangione for help seemed strange. but who knows? there were always elective classes, chance meetings, and volunteer opportunities.

theories racketed your brain. she was his type obviously. she was everyone’s—confident, beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to be the center of the room. the kind of girl people orbited around. the kind he’d probably want to be around—loud, magnetic, always laughing.

regardless, it wasn’t your business. you and luigi were roommates. friends, more or less, and only because the lease said so. crossing that line, even in conversation, felt weird. invasive. risky.

“don’t be a dick,” you say. “she seemed excited to see you.”

luigi raises an eyebrow. “to what, rekindle our academic bond?”

you roll your eyes. “i thought you’d be at least be little grateful i scored you a pretty date.”

“right, y/n,” he drawls out. “i’m so grateful you went out of your way to reunite me with another one of my study partners.”

“she’s gorgeous and she’s single.”

luigi watches your face carefully. “she put you up to this?”

“here i thought you were all about having a growth mindset,” you point out.

luigi sighs before another eye-roll. “i’m growing tired of this conversation. stop doing favors for people you don’t know.”

“you know, i think that’s why you’re still single.” you say, taking another swing of the sugary alcohol. “you’re close-minded.”

“i’m still single because i know what i want,” he corrects. “and you’re one to talk. you haven’t brought a guy home since you moved in.”

“don’t lump me in with you. i don’t bring guys home because i’m classy.” you say, though he was right. you weren’t seeing anyone. you just wanted to give off the impression that you were.

the brown-haired boy raises both his brows, amused. “alright then, who?”

you straighten. “i’m not telling you.”

“you get to pimp me out to strangers and i don’t get to know who you’re seeing?”

“oh, lighten up, i’d kill to have a love letter handwritten and delivered. it’s romantic!”

luigi shakes his head. “she owes me cash, y/n. it’s not a love letter.”

you feel your shoulders drop a bit, but maintain your stance. “no one decorates an envelope like that for a business transaction, luigi. give her a smile, at least.”

“if i give her a smile, do i get to know about your secret little love affair?

“it’s not like that.” at all. hopefully, rebecca could coerce him into a couple more drinks and he’d forget about this interaction completely.

“just you’re just hooking up, then? is he coming out tonight?”

“it doesn’t matter,” you give him a playful wave—desperate to end your lie—and start making your way up the stairs, but not before throwing a glance over your shoulder. “i’ll be right back. i need to change.”

“hurry back down,” luigi barks after you. “you’re seven drinks behind!”

you don’t go looking for him when you come back down.

the lights are low now, pulsing to the bass, and the house is full—warm with bodies and laughter and the smell of weed curling out through the open windows. you hear his voice somewhere, low and easy. you don’t look for rebecca but she’s here, you know it. you can feel them together somewhere in the room—close, magnetic, like a glittering coin on the pavement you have no interest in picking up.

jack—one of luigi’s older friends—spots you before you can pretend you’re just passing through. he was tall, and had just recently started a fancy press job in new york. he barely came back down for holidays, so you couldn’t help but notice him in your kitchen. he leans against the counter, tequila in hand and a half-smile already pulling at his mouth like he was waiting for you.

“y/n,” he says, eyes flicking over you, slow. “thought you’d locked yourself in for the night.”

“i tried,” you say. “someone threw a party under my house.”

“right, forgot, luigi’s infamous for being inconsiderate.” he pours you a drink without asking. “but if it gets you out here looking like that, i’m not mad about it.”

you blink, surprised, but not. jack’s always had that look about him, like he enjoys pushing a little past the line just to see what you’ll do.

“new york taught you how to flirt?”

he grins, offering you a brand new red solo cup. “no, those lessons were learned at harvard. i’ll can tell you all about it outside if you’d like.”

you glance away, take the drink. you can feel luigi somewhere behind you now, his presence like heat on your back.

“he letting you off your leash tonight?” jack presses, tone light, but there’s something sharper under it. “or is this a jailbreak?”

you huff a laugh, lifting the cup to your lips. “what leash?”

“c’mon,” he says, cocking his head. “you two play it off well, but you’ve got the kind of orbit that doesn’t happen by accident.”

“we’re just roommates,” you say.

“sure,” jack smirks. “and i’m a priest.”

before you can come up with something clever to toss back, a voice cuts through the conversation.

“oh my god, there you are!” rebecca practically bounces up to you, her face lighting up like she just spotted her favorite celebrity. she hugs you before you can even react, nearly knocking the drink out of your hand. “i couldn’t find you anywhere. this is amazing! thank you sooo much for inviting me!

you blink, surprised but trying not to show it. you haven’t seen rebecca this excited since, well… ever. how’d she get this drunk this quickly? had you really spent that long changing?

“careful, you’re gonna choke her out,” jack says, replacing her life-threatening grip with arm slipped around your waist, hovering close enough to make you feel the heat of his touch. you stiffen but don’t pull away, unsure if it’s because you’re actually okay with it or just frozen in the moment.

“sorry, sorry, i get handsy when im drunk,” rebecca says, eyes bright. you think back to your birthday party and agree silently. “don’t worry, jack, i have no plans on stealing your date.”

he leans in close, voice warm. “guess i’ll just have to hold on tighter, then.”

“date?” the word cuts in like a hook—low, sharp, unmistakably amused.

you glance up. luigi enters in behind rebecca, hands shoved in his pockets, the faintest tilt to his mouth like he’s trying very hard not to look annoyed. or worse: interested.

“i didn’t know you two were close,” luigi continues, eyes skimming over you and jack like he’s filing something away.

god. you were never going to hear the end of this.

“we’re not,” you say too quickly.

“yet,” jack adds, easy as anything, his arm still resting a little too comfortably around your waist.

you open your mouth, but before you can respond, rebecca gasps dramatically beside luigi.

“oh my god, pep, you’re so nosy,” she teases, looping her arm through his like it belongs there. “let them flirt. it’s cute.”

you blink, surprised, but try to play it off. jack chuckles. luigi doesn’t.

jack shifts, clearly picking up on the tension, and attempts to pull you away, “we were just headed out for a smoke, actually, so—”

“she doesn’t smoke,” luigi says, like it’s some sort of fact he’s decided for you.

you feel your face sink a bit, embarrassment flashing hot under your skin. really? this is how he repays you? cock-blocking you after you set him up with miss fucking pennsylvania?

“what? no, i—”

luigi cuts in, eyes steady, eyebrows raised like he’s already caught you in a lie. “you what?”

you falter. you don’t. you never have.

jack glances between you two, clearly catching on. “hey, it’s not a big deal,” he says, hands half-up in peace. “just thought you might wanna come out back. talk. chill.”

luigi’s mouth twitches, but it’s not a smile. “talk. chill. sounds thrilling.”

rebecca snorts as glances between the three of you, like she’s clocking something—then leans in, stage-whispering, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say someone’s feeling a little left out.”

jack holds up his hands in mock innocence. “it’s just a cigarette, pep. not a proposal.”

you shift, caught somewhere between wanting to defend yourself and wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “i—i’ve tried it before. once.”

luigi raises an eyebrow. “and that makes you a smoker?”

you glare at him, embarrassed. “no. i didn’t say that.”

“then why the hell are you trying to impress him?”

jack steps closer now, his voice calm but firm. “look, if there’s a problem here, we can talk about it.”

but luigi doesn’t respond to jack. his hazel eyes stay locked on you, cold and unreadable. “upstairs bathroom light’s been on for the last half hour,” he says, his voice casual, but it cuts through everything. “again.”

you pause, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “what?”

“it’s messing with the breaker,” he says, more pointed now. “you wanna help me fix it, or do you need more time with him?”

your face flushes deeper, but you don’t know what to say. you glance at jack, who’s looking at you, a little frustrated but still giving you space to make a decision.

rebecca tries to cut in with a forced smile. “okay, okay, let’s not make this a whole thing,” she says, giving luigi an exaggerated pat on the arm. “you’ve got ‘house duties’. go before the place falls apart. both of you.”

you take a deep breath, torn between the need to stay and the undeniable pull of getting away from this mess. reluctantly, you turn to follow luigi.

he doesn’t look back, but you can feel the weight of his presence as he heads toward the stairs. you follow, hesitating, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on your back.

the door clicks shut behind you, and for the first time tonight, it’s just the two of you.

“you’re being mean,” you finally say, voice tight. “i set you up with the ten of tens, and you repay me by embarrassing me in front of jack?

“embarrassing you?” he repeats in disbelief. “are you serious?”

“i would’ve never done that to you!” your voice comes out sharper than you mean it, laced with something like betrayal. “i wouldn’t humiliate you in front of someone i knew liked you.”

“yeah?” he bites back, his fawn-colored eyes darker than ever. “well, maybe if you actually paid attention, you’d realize he doesn’t just like you. jack’s been circling you for months.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you snipe. “and even if that were true, who cares? we were just talking.”

“you don’t see it,” he says, shaking his head, furious and exasperated all at once. “you never fucking see it.”

“see what?”

“he’s not subtle, and he’s definitely not harmless. he’s just waiting for you to be dumb enough to give him a shot.”

“so what?” you say. “he’s not the first guy to flirt with me, luigi.”

“he’s the first one you let,” he argues.

you throw your hands up. “jesus, who cares? he was talking to me. you know, like people do at parties. i wasn’t naked in his lap.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

that’s it. the last thread of patience snaps.

“you’ve got a real talent for making me feel like shit,” you say, each word heavy with hurt. you’re not crying. you’re not giving him the satisfaction of breaking down. but god, does it feel like he just ripped something out of you.

you don’t wait for him to say anything else. you turn on your heel, walk straight to the door, and shove it open with more force than you meant. the sound of it slamming behind you feels louder than it should, final in a way you weren’t prepared for.

he doesn’t follow.

. . .

the house is silent for days. luigi’s always been out earlier than you, and you’ve mastered the art of avoiding him—turning your head just in time to not catch his eye, slipping out the door when you hear his footsteps getting too close. there’s a strange comfort in the silence, in not having to confront what happened. but the silence is bound to break eventually.

he starts leaving little things behind. a hoodie on the couch, a mug in the sink, his shoes at the door. it’s like he’s trying to find a way to be around without being around, but it’s only making it harder for you to ignore him.

you can feel him watching, though he doesn’t say anything. you’re aware of every shift in the air, every time his footsteps get too close to your door. the air in the house gets heavier, filled with all the things neither of you are saying.

days pass like this: him and his quiet little offerings, and a stream of overly confident ex-frat guys making appearances at your coffee shop. you’ve been spending more time at work more than ever.

one afternoon, a girl—polished nails, perfect ponytail—leans over the counter and says, “hey, are you luigi’s roommate?”

you groan internally. “yes.”

she slides a thick envelope toward you. “can you give this to him?”

you should say no. it’s on the tip of your tongue. but instead, you nod once and slip it into your bag.

the house smells faintly like weed when you get home—soft and sour, like it’s sunk into the walls. you don’t think much of it until you knock once on luigi’s door, step in to drop off the envelope and. he’s on the floor, shirtless, back against his bedframe like he’s been there for a while. his curly hair is a mess, sticking up in soft waves like he’s dragged his hands through it too many times. his eyes—bambi-colored, warm and red-rimmed—find you instantly.

he blinks up at you like he wasn’t expecting to ever see you again.

“you’re home,” he says, half to himself.

you glance at the envelope you just dropped on the desk. “don’t get too excited. it’s just another envelope.”

the brown-haired boy blinks, confused, slow to react. “wait—can you just—”

“already did my part,” you cut in, stepping back.

“can you just talk to me?” he says. it’s not demanding. it’s quiet. weirdly soft. “yell at me. call me a dick. something.”

you shake your head. “we’ve argued enough.”

he stumbles closer, barefoot and slow, like he’s trying not to spook you. “y/n, come on, i didn’t mean to—”

“then why did you do it?” you cut him off, but the frustration that floods your voice doesn’t quite match the hurt you feel.

you just want him to apologize. you shake your head, trying to make sense of the confusion swirling in your chest. “i don’t you want me to say, luigi. that i felt humiliated? that i was standing there trying to have a normal conversation, and you acted like i was doing something wrong? like i was—i don't know—cheap or something?"

luigi frowns. "i would never say that.”

"you don’t have to," you snap. "the look on your face said it. the tone in your voice said it. everyone could hear it."

"i just didn't want him near you!”

“why does that matter?”

“it just does, okay?”

you cross your arms over your chest. “that’s not an answer, luigi.”

“i know… i know, i’m sorry i’ve been a mess, and i made you feel like shit, and i’m sorry,” he begins quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “but you have to understand… it’s not easy for me to say any of this. i’m not used to feeling like this.”

you glance at him, not quite following what he’s getting at. “feeling like what?”

he takes a slow step forward, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that almost feels like it’s burning him. he’s close enough now you can smell the remnants of whatever he’d been smoking—and hell, he was right. you really weren’t a smoker. you feel yourself shrink underneath the cloud, eyes studying his tired face.

“feeling jealous. feeling… like i was losing something i couldn’t live without. when i saw you with jack, smiling at him, it… god, it just hit me,” he says, his voice strained. “and i couldn’t stand it. the way you looked at him—it’s like i wasn’t even there anymore. like i was invisible to you.”

you stare at him, processing everything, and it’s like the weight of his words hits you all at once, but your pride refuses to let you soften just yet. “so what? you thought humiliating me was the answer? making me feel like shit in front of jack and rebecca.”

“no,” he says quickly, his voice raw. “god, no. that was never the plan. i just… i don’t know what the hell i was doing. i just saw you with him and my head—” he stops, shaking his head, clearly frustrated with himself. “i wasn’t thinking straight. i know it’s no excuse. i fucked up. but i want to fix it. please, y/n, i want to fix this.”

“i don’t even know what to say to you,” you murmur, your voice quieter now, but your arms still crossed defensively over your chest.

he steps forward again, desperation in his eyes. “you do, though. you do. i swear to god, i never meant to make you feel like this. i’ve… i’ve been an idiot. i don’t know how to fix it, but i can’t stand seeing you like this. i can’t stand knowing i’ve hurt you.”

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he continues, his voice dropping even lower as his arms come around to embrace you, “i know i messed up. but i care about you, more than i can say. i didn’t want him looking at you like that, not when you’re… so much more than that.”

you’re quiet for a long moment, letting yourself nuzzle into his warmth. “you should’ve just said something,” you say softly, the edge still in your voice, though it’s starting to fade.

“i know. i wish i had. i just didn’t know how to handle it. i didn’t want to mess things up between us.” his voice drops to a whisper. “but i can’t stand the thought of you thinking i don’t care.”

you look away, feeling the weight of everything swirling between you both. “i don’t know, luigi. i’m still pissed.”

the brown-haired boy exhales sharply. “yeah, i get that. i do. i’m not asking you to forgive me right away. but…” he hesitates before he pulls himself off of you, his voice almost embarrassed. “but maybe we can try… i was thinking maybe we could just to smoke, for now. just to calm down. and then we can talk more.”

your brows lift.

“you’re trying to bribe me into forgiving you with weed?”

luigi laughs under his breath. “no. maybe. i don’t know. i just… thought maybe we could use a pause.”

you eye the joint warily. “i’ve never smoked before.”

“i know,” he says gently. “and you don’t have to. just stay here with me.”

and somehow, you do. you sit on the edge of his bed while he lights up, still shirtless and stupidly pretty in the soft light. he takes the first hit, exhales slow, then offers it to you.

you hesitate.

“it’s okay,” he says, voice dipped in something tender. “you don’t have to be cool about it. i’ll talk you through.”

you take it. breathe in. cough, a little.

luigi grins. “cute.”

you narrow your eyes, but the minutes slip by quietly, and the high starts to settle into your limbs—warm, slow, like honey. the anger that once pulsed sharp behind your ribs begins to dull at the edges, softening into something you can’t quite name. he gently guides you closer to him on the bed. as you both pass the blunt back and forth, the tension is still there, but it’s lighter now, less heavy. his skin brushes yours—bare and warm—and you feel the heat of him even through the haze.

“you know,” luigi says softly, his voice low, like he’s afraid to break the moment. “you’re pretty all the time.”

you glance at him, brow arching.

“but when you’re mad at me…” he trails off with a small huff, running his fingers down the line on your chin. “it’s a problem. because i still wanna kiss you. even when you look like you want to kill me.”

you roll your eyes, trying not to smile, but it’s a losing battle. “you’re just saying that because we’re high and in your bed.”

“nah,” he says, and this time his voice drops even lower, more serious. “i’ve been thinking it since sophomore year.”

“i think you’re confusing me with someone else.” you laugh. “we didn’t know each other sophomore year.”

“what do you mean?” he frowns. “that was the first year you worked at the coffee shop.”

“sure, yeah,” you agree. that was correct. but you two didn’t even know each other until halloweekend junior year. “how would you even know that? you don’t even like coffee.”

“you’d never remember me,” luigi adds quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’d just sit there and try to study. you were always there, like… humming to yourself behind the counter. or talking to old people like they were your best friends. i don’t know. you just—made everything feel more fun.”

you stare at him, processing.

he shifts closer, just slightly. the bed dips. his shoulder brushes yours again. you don’t pull away.

his fingers find your hair, brushing it back from your cheek, so gentle it makes your chest ache. “i’m sorry for being a dick,” he says. “at the party. before that. all of it. i didn’t know how to say any of this. and i didn’t want to screw it up.”

“you kind of did,” you say, but there’s no bite to it. just truth.

“i know.” his thumb traces lightly along your jaw. “but if there’s still a chance… i want to try.”

your heart skips. the weed makes everything feel softer, but the clarity in his eyes is real.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, voice low. nervous.

you hesitate for just a second. then you nod.

and when he leans in, it’s slow. he’s giving you every second to pull away. but you don’t. your eyes flutter shut and his mouth finds yours, warm and tentative, until the kiss deepens with something that feels like all the things he never said. you melt into his warmth, one hand on his bare chest, the other tangled in his curls. his hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your back, sliding under your shirt.

you gasp into his mouth as he quickly finds the softness of your hip, pulling you closer and tugging your leg over him so the heat of your core is against him. shaky breaths escape you as his lips travel up your neck.

“y/n, hold on,” luigi murmurs, his body feverish beneath yours as you feel his raging bulge poking into you with every small movement you make. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you were misty-eyed and barely breathing but completely sure, your arms wrapping around his neck, teasingly scratching his back with your nails. “you don’t have to be so careful with me.”

the brown-haired boy lets out a short laugh as he leans in for another kiss. “don’t say shit like that,” he murmurs.

you weren’t usually this confident. but other than this weekend, you couldn’t picture luigi as anything other than sugar sweet.

“or what?”

“or i’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

“control yourself?” you repeat, feeling a hazy laugh escape your lips without reason. “luigi, you could never hurt me.”

“yeah?” luigi hums. “you sure you can take it?”

“i want to,” you say, overconfident. “i want you, luigi.”

and before you could even adjust, he was on top of you, his tongue down your throat as you pressed yourself into him, feeling his hard cock against you.

you gripped his bicep as his two large fingers found your heat, giving you no time to adjust. he moved with precision and purpose, thrusting and curling as you were forced to look into his brown eyes.

“good girl, so wet f’me,” he whispers. eyeing you down, admiring the wet patch he’s created through ur panties.

“that’s all for me, yeah?” he continues airily. he swipes his fingers across the waistband of your panties, letting it catch and snap lightly against your butt. you gasp, and he grins, pleased with himself. “or did you wanna call up jack one more time? make his fuckin’ night?”

“no,” you hum. “i only want you.”

“good girl,” he murmurs into your skin as he begins to kiss down your body. he harshly rips the fabric of your panties off your body.

you pout. “those were expensive.”

“i’ll buy you anything you need,” he says. “just let me have my way with you.”

helpless and impatient, you whine, when he spits against your core, lubricating his movements so he can abuse every one of your senses. his tongue darts inside your weeping cunt, moving freely with the oozing wetness that gushes over, moaning with every sweet gasp that escapes you.

“luigi," you writhe, fingers grappling blindly at the curls that lay matted against luigi’s forehead. "please please please.."

his response is muffled against your pussy as he licks every ounce of arousal that your cunt provides, spurred on by the fruitless push of your heels into the mattress and the tightening of your thighs around his skull. he's eager to make up for lost time, sealing his lips around your clit for the last time so that your spasming, legs locking into a momentary paralyzed position until he's pressing palms into your dewy thighs and forcing them farther apart to delve further into his meal.

you can’t help but let out a whimper when he pulls his mouth off of you, dragging you to the edge of his bed by your ankles. “luigi,” you cry out, helpless.

“don’t be a brat,” he says before throwing. a hard smack to across your face. “i’m gonna give you exactly what you need.”

tugging at his sweatpants down, letting them fall, and pushing his boxers down just enough for his huge veiny cock to sit up hitting his stomach.

your heart races at the sight of him, you already know he’s gonna stretch you out. he loves the look of fear in ur eyes as u take him in. without any warning at all, he starts ploughing his massive cock into ur soaked innocence. you scream at the impact, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks you with no remorse.

your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist. his hands grip onto your hips tightly, surely leaving bruises for you in the morning. you feel a slap come down on your ass cheek, you let out a sharp moan, and another hard slap makes you writhe in pain.

“where you goin’?” he retorts, somewhere between playful and arrogant. “don’t run from it, baby, you said you’d be a good girl f’me.”

“luigi, fuck, hold on—” you cry out when he goes in deeper.

“fuckin’ take it, quit complaining.” he gripes before taking your tit in one hand, teasing your nipple in between his fingers.

you shiver at the sensation. “luigi!”

“just like that,” he grunts. “scream on my cock like that, sweetheart. let the neighbors know.”

he put his whole body into fucking you, tightened his grip around your throat and leaned down to whisper in your ear, pushing you further down and you squirmed underneath him.

"you want me to fill you up, huh?" he says, voice low and filthy. "want me to come inside you?" his thumb finds your clit, putting the slightest pressure as he circles slowly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

you can’t answer, not with words. just a desperate whimper as your legs lock tighter around his waist, hips rolling up to meet him. "come on, princess,” luigi coos. "don’t make me do all the work. least you could do is tell me what you want.”

"p-please… luigi. i can't—” you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from sheer, ineffable need. your inner muscles clenched desperately, trying to pull the orgasm out.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good, huh?”he groans into your ear, you writhe against him once more.

“s’close,” you cry out, finally. “want you to breed me.”

luigi moans at the request, flipping you over as you let out moans that got muffled by the pillow, a handful of your hair around his fist as you closed your eyes in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets to try and anchor yourself as he whispered in your ear. every thrust, truth and praise. such a good girl for me... you're mine... this pussy's all mine... no one's gonna fuck this pretty girl like i do..." until you become undone around him, his own cum mixing with your juices as your cunt clenched around him.

luigi’s body sinks into the mattress beside yours, the bed dipping gently beneath him. the air is thick with the scent of sex and weed—hazy, intimate, almost golden in the low light. it clings to the sheets, to your skin, to the quiet between you. but there’s no regret. no leftover ache. whatever had fractured between you hours ago feels far away now, softened by touch and breath and the comfort of being near each other again.

you’re still staring up at the ceiling, letting the moment settle into something that feels like this—peaceful, but maybe a little fragile. then, almost without thinking, you ask,

“so… if this didn’t work, what was your backup plan?”

luigi lets out a quiet laugh, like he’s caught off guard. “you think i had a backup?”

“you always do,” you tease, shifting slightly to look at him.

he hesitates, glancing at the ceiling like he’s deciding how much he’s willing to share. then, finally,

“i wrote you something.”

you blink. “like a song?”

he snorts. “jesus christ, no.”

“oh.”

“don’t look so disappointed, it was just as corny,” he says. there’s a pause, then a soft laugh from his side of the bed. not mocking. nervous.

“i, uh…” he continues, and he’s already blushing, you can hear it in his voice. “it was a letter. i wasn’t gonna show you unless i had to. like, absolute worst case scenario.”

you shift, propping yourself up on one elbow so you can see him better. “you wrote me a love letter?”

he makes a face. “no, i wouldn’t call it that.”

you turn to face him, amused. “what would you call it?”

“something i’m gonna throw away as soon as you fall asleep.”

you pout, turning fully to face him now. “what, it wasn’t romantic?”

“that’s not what i said,” he mutters. “it’s just… you said that thing in the kitchen. about how you’d kill to have someone write you a love letter.“

you meet his gaze, a little shocked by how tender it is, how much sincerity he’s not even trying to hide.

“wait,” you say, heart beating a little faster, “where’s this letter?”

he looks away, obviously flustered. “uh… probably buried at the bottom of my backpack somewhere.”

you narrow your gaze. “you’re lying.”

he turns toward you with a smile, but it’s more like a nervous grin. “yeah, well… if you’d seen it, you’d understand why.”

you pout immediately. “it doesn’t matter what it says. it’s my first love letter.”

the fan hums its tired rhythm above you, steady and slow. beneath the blanket, your fingers find his—softly, like a thought half-formed, like instinct.

“you seriously not gonna let me read it?” you ask eventually.

he doesn’t answer right away.

“maybe not tonight,” he says.

you nod, and that’s fine. it’s more than fine.

you stretch your arm across the space between you, hand resting just barely on his chest. his heart beats steady beneath your palm. real. ordinary. a little fast.

“hey,” you say softly.

he looks at you.

“don’t lose it.”

“the letter?”

you nod.

he watches you for a long second. then says, “i won’t.”

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This video just further proves to me that he runs his mouth like crazy

I can’t stop thinking about Luigi overstimulating you while smirking absolutely pleased with himself that he can wreck you so easily 😩🫦🫦

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Ugh imagine… you’re an actual mess under him. Your eyes can’t stay open, mascara smearing down your cheeks, your voice is horse, throat dry, limbs limp. You’re spent. But Luigi thinks he can pull another orgams out of you. One last one.

“Baby I know you can go another round”.

You don’t even have it in you to deny it. He uses his huge hands to pry your legs open. Placing one hand on your inner thigh to keep you from closing them. He uses his free hand to guide his pulsing dick over your slit. Rubbing it against your clit. You jolt at the feeling, whining out loud.

“I can’t” you whimper

“Yes you can, bambina. Come on, one more for me, hm?” He’s smiling above you. He knows you’ll obey him.

You simply nod, and he carries on, sliding the head of his cock over your slit, over and over.

“Yeahh that feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks

“Yeahh” you sigh out.

He enters you, slowly, stretching you out so perfectly. You use the last ounce of energy left to lift your arms, covering your mouth, muffling the moans and mewls from your mouth.

“No no baby I wanna hear them” Luigi says, lowering your hands.

You drop your hand, trying to focus on Luigi. Trying to focus on what’s going on between your legs. His movements become more erratic as he gets closer to his own orgasm. You’re so sensitive now. You’re practically pulsing, clit rubbed raw.

Luigi’s looking down at you, smiling, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You place a hand on his abs, trying to get him to let up. He moves your hand away without a word and begins pounding into you at a sinful pace.

Each time he enters he bottoms out, the head of his cock hitting your cervix. The pain and pleasure is too much and you squirm under him. He places one hand in your chest the other under your thigh holding you in place.

“Don’t fucking move.” He orders.

You curse and try to stay as still as possible. Your legs are shaky, chest heaving and arms weak.

“Please please please” you chant. “Tooo much”

He continues his pace, grunting as he cums. His hips stutter and he pushes in one final time, spilling into you. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing desperately pulling a final orgasm out of you and you scream out.

He quickly shoves his fore and middle finger into your mouth to stifle your moans. You bite down as you writhe under him, the pleasure becoming too much. You feel hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath, coming down from your high.

You look up to see Luigi smiling down at you. “I knew to had another one in you” he laughs.

“One last round” he asks, smirking.

Moonlight devotion

They hadn’t touched each other in weeks.

Not properly. Not the way they used to. Not the way that made her breath catch and his hands tremble and the room go quiet.

They still loved each other…deeply. That was never the issue. It was everything else that kept building around them: work, burnout, family, long stretches of silence. Even their kisses had started to feel muted, like they weren’t reaching far enough in. Like their bodies were together but their hearts were just barely holding on.

So when he booked the trip, he didn’t ask.

She saw the confirmation email pop up while folding laundry.

“Puerto Vallarta. 4 nights. Just us.”

That was all it said.

No questions. No pressure. Just an offering.

She accepted.

By the second night, the villa had softened something between them. They spoke more. Touched more. Still not enough,but more. He watched her all day like he was trying to remember her skin. She let him. And when the sun dropped past the sea, and the sky turned that deep bruised purple, she finally felt something shift in her chest. They’d eaten on the terrace,barefoot, still damp from the pool, eating mango with their hands and laughing at nothing. He’d looked at her with that look again. The one that said I remember who we are.

And when the song started playing,soft and low from the speaker she barely touched…she froze.

“Finishing eight or nine?

Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

It was Champagne Coast.

She hadn’t played it in front of him before. It felt too intimate. Like a confessional. But hearing it now, floating through the warm air, did something to her. She stood up without saying a word.He followed when she walked down the path, past the villa, past the pool, barefoot across stone and sand, until she was in the ocean.

The waves welcomed her like they knew her name. She walked in slowly, the water curling around her ankles, her knees, her thighs. The silk wrap slipped off her body and was left behind on the shore. She turned to face him. Bikini barely clinging to her curves. Hair wet from the ocean breeze. Chest rising slowly, like she was waiting for something.

And Luigi…..he just stood there, staring. Shirtless. Silent. His chest rising like he was about to speak, but couldn’t.

He stepped into the water.

“I told you I’ll be waiting

Hiding from the rainfall…”

The lyrics floated behind him as he reached her, hands trembling slightly as they came up to cup her face.

“You’re here,” he murmured, like he didn’t believe it.

“So are you.”

He swallowed. “We haven’t really been, though. Not for a while.”

“No,” she agreed softly. “But we are now.”

And then she kissed him.

It started soft.

Slow and familiar, lips parting just enough to feel the heat. Her fingers curled into his hair, his hands sliding down her back, and they stayed like that—kissing in chest-deep water with the tide pulling them gently, quietly back into each other.

“Tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?”

He broke the kiss, breath shaky. “I kept giving and giving. You wouldn’t take it.”

She looked up at him. “You were giving everything to everyone else.”

He paused. Nodded. “You’re right.”

“On my last strength against all that you believed…”

Her eyes glassed over, not with tears—but with recognition. She wasn’t angry anymore. Just worn down.

“I don’t want to fight about it,” she whispered.

“Me either.”

“Then show me.”

He pulled her closer, kissed the side of her neck, and slid his hands under the water, down her sides, around her thighs.

“I want you,” he rasped. “Right here.”

She nodded. “Take me.”

He didn’t even pull her bikini bottoms off. Just pushed them to the side underwater and lifted her legs around his waist. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, and her head fell back with a gasp that barely left her mouth.

“Jesus,” he hissed, gripping her ass tighter, holding her in place. “You feel… fuck. You feel like everything I’ve been missing.”

“Come into my bedroom

Come into my bedroom…”

Her lips brushed his ear. “We’re not in your bedroom.”

“You are my bedroom,” he said, thrusting up hard enough to make her cry out. “Wherever you are, that’s where I rest.”

The ocean rocked them. The song played on. The night stood still.His movements were slow, deliberate,like he was relearning her. Like he wanted to fuck her, worship her, and apologize all at once.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I never stopped being yours.”

His voice cracked. “I thought I lost you.”

“You couldn’t.” She clenched around him just to prove it. “You’d have to kill me first.”

“Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

“I told you I’ll be waiting…”

He groaned into her neck, hips stuttering as he felt her getting closer. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Let go.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you are.” He kissed her hard, eyes locked to hers. “You’re gonna cum for me and then I’m gonna hold you all fucking night.”

She did.

Clutching his shoulders, crying out into the sea air, her legs trembling around his waist as he spilled into her with a growl that echoed across the water.

“Young as I want to know

I will never let you go

Trading a baseball lover

As I face the snow…”

They stayed in the water, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in.There were no promises spoken. They didn’t need them. He kissed her softly, reverently, like he was grateful. She held him like she was home again. And in the distance, as the moon sank lower and the ocean cradled them, the last lyrics played faintly from above:

“So tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?

On my last strength against you

Baby, tell me what you need…”

The sun crept in slowly. It warmed the gauzy curtains first, then the edge of the sheets, and finally the curves of her body where she lay curled half on her stomach, her thigh slung across the center of their bed. Her skin glowed golden, freckles from the sun just starting to bloom, lips parted around shallow breaths, hair fanned out across the pillows like she’d melted into the mattress. Luigi had been awake for over an hour, just watching. He hadn’t meant to be. But sometime before sunrise,after they’d rinsed off in the outdoor shower, after they dried each other with too-small towels and slipped under the white sheets still damp with salt, he’d opened his eyes and seen her like this. And there was no going back to sleep.

She looked wrecked in the best way.

His scratches were still faint along her hips. Her throat was peppered with light red kisses. Her legs had that subtle tremble that came from being held and taken and adored in deep water. And beneath all that,beneath the curve of her ass and the dip of her back,he could still feel her heat, like the ocean hadn’t washed any of it away. He shifted under the covers.Slowly, quietly, he slid lower, one hand smoothing over her calf, the other parting her thighs.She sighed in her sleep, but didn’t stir. He dipped his head beneath the sheets.

And just like that….his lips were on her.

She moaned low when she felt it….barely conscious, hips rolling forward against his tongue before she even opened her eyes.

“Lu…”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t say a word.

Just groaned softly as he tasted her again, licked a slow stripe through her folds, and wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her still.

She tried to twist. Tried to push at his shoulder. “Too early—fuck, wait—”

“Nope,” he muttered into her pussy. “Not after last night.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re soaked.”

“You made me sleep with your cum inside me,” she mumbled, breath catching. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

“I’m not kissing your mouth,” he said, teasing. “I’m kissing the part of you that cried for me in the ocean.”

She whimpered.

He flattened his tongue against her clit, circled slow, then sucked gently until her back arched off the mattress. Her hand tangled in his curls, pulling tight. “You’re not allowed to do this—be this gentle and disgusting at the same time.”

“I’m making up for lost time.”

She gave in after that. Let him part her legs further. Let him feast on her slowly, like he had nowhere to be. Like she was his favorite thing in the world,and she was. He edged her for ten minutes, stopping just when she started to tremble, licking softly over the ache, then diving back in until her thighs clenched around his head.

“Luigi,” she gasped. “Don’t—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not this time.

She came with a broken cry, legs shaking, her fingers slipping from his hair as she collapsed fully against the pillows. He kissed her thighs. Her stomach. Traced a lazy path up her spine before crawling beside her, mouth shining, eyes dark and still hungry. They laid there for a while, her chest pressed to his, fingers drawing slow circles over his side.

“You always wake up like that?” she asked eventually.

“Only when you’re here.”

She tilted her chin. “You miss me that much?”

He looked at her…really looked. Like the sun finally lit up something he’d been afraid to admit in the dark.

“I never stopped missing you,” he said. “Even when you were right next to me.”

Her lips parted. But she didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Pressed her forehead to his. Closed her eyes.

“I don’t want to go back to how it was,” she whispered.

“We won’t.”

“You promise?”

“I’ll show you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “Starting with breakfast. And then maybe we fuck on the kitchen counter.”

She laughed,really laughed this time.

“God, I missed your brain,” she said, curling closer, voice sleepy and sweet.

“You missed my dick more.”

“Shut up.”

But she was smiling. And he was already reaching for her again.

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