FAWKKKK I NEED PART 2 RIGHT NEOOOWW

luigi thought of the day 🤗

you being pregnant with your kid and at the beach, and your stomach is too big and far along for you to reach down and put your sunscreen on ur legs <3 so luigi has you standing there on the beach in the hot sun while he’s very diligently putting sunscreen EVERYWHERE on ur body <3 like lifting your arms up and out of his way to get ur sides completely covered. holding ur hair to the side while getting ur neck…

on his knees in the hot sand, smoothing the lotion all over your calves and thighs and ass <333 tells you “keep your hand on my shoulder, baby. last thing we need is you falling” while he’s massaging your tense calves. definitely gets very handsy when he’s covering the backs of your thighs and ass. has no shame in sneaking his hands under ur bottoms. also definitely likes doing it because he can tell other men are eyeing you on the beach even tho it’s sooo obvious you’re pregnant. and well, of course luigi has to let them know only he can touch you like that! because he’s the one who knocked you up and you’re carrying his baby. not theirs :-)

!!!!!!

“It’s easy to indict. Less easy to convict.” -Sarena Townsend on tiktok

Sending love!!!! 🫂

wait okay ty i needed to hear this 💘💘 sending sm love back

after reading kfa’s new motion

luigi mangione supporting women’s health awareness week at upenn (nov 2016)

“i support women’s health because i love the women in my family”

What if you were mine?

Pt.1

The kitchen light was too bright for how late it was, but she didn’t bother turning it off. Everyone else was either asleep or pretending to be, and she was standing there barefoot in her tiny shorts, eating cold mango straight out the Tupperware like it wasn’t the middle of the night.She should’ve gone to bed.But instead, she was half-naked, sticky with chlorine, hair still damp from the pool, and thinking about his fucking hands. She didn’t even hear him come in,just felt it. That weird shift in the air. That thing that happens when someone’s watching you. “Damn,” his voice came from behind her, low and scratchy. “You’re really out here eating all the mango by yourself?” She didn’t jump. Just glanced over her shoulder. “It’s not all for me.”

“You didn’t offer, though.”

She turned around slow, leaning against the fridge door like she didn’t care that her tank top was basically see-through in this lighting. Like she hadn’t seen him in the pool earlier with his stupid wet curls and his stupid chest and his stupid forearms that made her wanna crawl out of her skin.

“You want some?” she asked, holding out a slice between two fingers.

Luigi walked over,barefoot, towel around his neck, shorts slung low on his hips,and stopped too close. Like he didn’t realize it. Or like he absolutely did. Instead of taking the bowl, he took the piece from her hand. Bit into it, juice running down his fingers.Her breath caught. Just a little.

“You always walk around like this?” he asked, licking his thumb casually. Too casually. “Like what?”

He gave her a look. Her thighs. Her chest. Her mouth. She raised her brows. “You’re the one half-naked.”

“Yeah, but I’m not the problem here.”

“Then what is?”

“You,” he said, quiet. Like it wasn’t even up for debate.

She laughed, soft and mean, just enough to make him shift his weight. “You’re dramatic.” He tilted his head, studying her for a second. Then, like it just hit him: “Wait. How old are you again?”

“Nineteen,” she said, deadpan. She didn’t even blink.His whole face changed. Not disgusted,just like he suddenly forgot how to breathe.She leaned in a little. Not touching. Just close. Close enough to be annoying. “Is that gonna be a problem?”He backed up half a step. Ran a hand through his hair. Looked like he wanted to say yes but didn’t trust himself to open his mouth.

“I’m not a kid,” she said, softer now. Like she meant it. “You’re not gonna go to hell for thinking I’m pretty.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

She tilted her head, smug. “I do, actually.”

He exhaled hard, shaking his head. “You’re dangerous.”

“You’re weak.”

And then he laughed, this low, breathy thing that made her knees feel weird. He turned like he was gonna leave,but then didn’t. He stopped right at the counter, palms braced on either side, like he needed it to stay grounded.She could see the muscles in his back flex. The way he was breathing too slow.

“I’m gonna bed,” he said, finally.

“Liar.”

He looked at her, tired and full of something she couldn’t name. “You’re not supposed to be this young,” he muttered.

“And you’re not supposed to be this easy.”

He didn’t reply,didn’t move. Just stared at her like he was counting to ten in his head. Like he was already thinking about what she’d taste like if he gave in.

He was still staring at her.Just… standing there. He’d said he was going to bed like two minutes ago and yet here he was, still in the kitchen, still shirtless, still breathing like she’d just hit him in the chest. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t move either. Because the second she did, he might bolt. Or worse, not bolt. And she didn’t know which one would be more fun to watch.So instead she just raised her brows, like: Well?

He looked at her like she was a problem. Like she was a decision he already knew was gonna fuck him up but he hadn’t made peace with it yet. He huffed a breath, ran a hand down his face. His fingers dragged along his jaw like he was trying to physically snap out of it.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

She tilted her head. “Do you?”

That made him look at her different. Like, really look. His mouth opened like he was gonna say something else,some grown man, voice-of-reason type shit,but nothing came out.

And then he just… stepped closer.

Not a big step. Not all dramatic. Just one quiet shuffle across the tile that made her stomach flip because now they were too close.She could see everything. The water still clinging to his collarbones. The dip of his waist. That stupid freckle on the left side of his neck that she wanted to bite for absolutely no good reason. He glanced at her mouth. She saw it happen.And instead of pretending it didn’t make her heart do something ugly, she just said, “If you’re gonna kiss me, do it.”

His whole face twitched. “I’m trying not to.”

“That’s not hot,” she whispered. “That’s annoying.”

He actually laughed. Like a real one. Shaky and soft and like it caught him off guard.Then he said, “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“Maybe I do,” she said, and then added: “Maybe I’ve been thinking about your hands since before dinner.”

His jaw clenched. Like actual muscle movement. Like he was fighting something off.

“That’s not fair,” he muttered.

She leaned in just slightly. “None of this is.”

For a second, he just stood there. Watching her.

And then?

He kissed her.

Messy. Fast. No dramatic buildup. Just his mouth crashing into hers like he couldn’t take it anymore. Like fuck it. Like he knew he’d regret it later and didn’t care.She gasped. Her back hit the fridge harder than she meant. His hand caught her waist like instinct. Like he was scared she’d disappear. It was one of those kisses that made no sense. Teeth. Tongue. His thumb at the corner of her mouth. Her leg sliding up the back of his calf without thinking.

And then, Footsteps,hallway,voices.He broke off like he’d been burned. Stumbled back, lips swollen, eyes wide.

“Shit,” he whispered.

She just stood there, breathless. Wrecked. Smiling.He didn’t say anything else. Just grabbed the mango bowl and walked straight out the back door barefoot like he was running from the devil. She stayed leaning against the fridge, touching her lips. Mango-sweet. Luigi-warm.And yeah.That was definitely gonna happen again.

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He should’ve walked away the second she looked at him like that.Not when she smirked.Not when she said he was easy.Not even when she told him she wanted him.

No,he should’ve walked away when she leaned against the fridge like she knew what she was doing. Like she’d been waiting all day for him to crack.

But he didn’t,because he’s a fucking idiot.

Now he’s outside, sitting on the steps barefoot with the stupid mango bowl in his lap, palms sticky and chest still tight from kissing her like that.

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

He told himself he’d be good. Chill. Polite. That he’d smile and make conversation and keep it innocent,but then she walked into the kitchen with no bra on and mango juice on her fingers and called him easy, and it was over.

And the worst part?She was right.

He was easy….for her. He folded so fast it was embarrassing. The sound she made when he kissed her? The way her hands gripped his waist like she was about to pull him in harder?

He’s never going to forget that.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, palms over his face. His mouth still tastes like her. Her lip gloss. Her breath. That little sound she made when he bit her bottom lip too hard by accident and she liked it.

He should’ve stopped.

Should’ve never started.

But god, she looked at him like he was a secret she wanted to keep. Like she already knew what kind of mess she was making and didn’t care.

And now?

She’s still in the kitchen. Probably touching her lips. Probably still tasting him. He hears someone walk through the hallway behind him,probably her cousin or someone else staying in the house. The door creaks open slightly, but no one comes out. He doesn’t turn around.

Because if it’s her, he might do it again.

He might pull her into his lap right here on the porch and kiss her slow this time. Not desperate. Not rushed. Just… slow. Deep. Lazy. Like he has all night,and if it’s not her, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone else.

The door closes quietly. Good. He’s not ready,not even close. He looks down at the mango bowl,still mostly full. Like he didn’t just sin over this exact fruit five minutes ago.He laughs once. Quiet. Exhausted.Then sets the bowl down beside him and leans back against the wall, head tipped up toward the sky.

She’s nineteen.

He’s twenty-seven.

And he’s already thinking about how she looked at him when she said his name.

“Luigi.”

He squeezes his eyes shut.This is bad,he already knows he’s gonna want her again tomorrow.

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@luigisbambinaaa @luigis-wetdream @multi-culti-girl @mangionesdaisy @snoopy184 @daydreamingwithluigi @iinfinitelimits

OMG

https://x.com/notwiiiemdafoe/status/1919497737562640858?s=46

This is what she send him about that phd (allegedly)

I’m-

“I’ll let you sit with that information” AYO-

now imagine baby girl carefully bringing him his birthday cake with candles lit 😣😣😣😣 giggling, singing happy birthday, and saying “make a wish dady!” 😣😣😣😣

WTF 😣😣 and she’s more excited than he is because she loves making her papa happy 😣 and as soon as lu sees her bringing him his cake his heart just turns into mush

and then she smacks a kiss onto his cheek and goes “mwwwwwwwwaaaahhhh!” 💔💔💔💔

omg college luigi would be obsessed with thighs, especially if you have thickness for daysssss. he would smack them, hold them, caress them, squeeze them, jiggle them, so insufferable with him around. if you are wearing jeans on he will softly smack your ass or hoist you by the thighs to just carry you anywhere. if you’re wearing shorts, especially really short shorts, he will plop his head in between your thighs and lay there in your lap. he will expect you to softly play with his hair while he loses himself in the softness and warmth of you. sometimes, if he’s cuddled in your lap and you’re reading a book or watching tv, he’ll lift his head up, making instance eye contact with you, looking like such a cute grizzly bear wanting your attention. if you don’t notice him, he’ll just grumble out, “hey baby, how was your day? just wanted to talk to you.” he’s so in love with you and your body

oh 😩 I myself got some thickness for days so I’m gonna indulge in this one gladly

I’ll never forget how @fligniuz once said they’ve never known a nerd who didn’t love thighs, and it’s safe to say Lu sits nice and pretty in that category. He’d admire how perfectly they complement the curve of your waist and the wideness of your hips, how luscious they look no matter what you wear, even when they’re bare and soft to the touch—and what a blessing it is to feel that touch. Whether you’re in the car while he’s driving, or you are, or even just sitting side by side at a table, his hand always seems to find its way onto your thigh. And considering your thighs offer quite the spacious landing, and his hands are pretty big themselves, it’s almost mesmerizing how his palm stretches across the thick, plush spread of your thigh, making them look smaller than they are. He can’t help but keep touching, squeezing, and stroking. There’s nothing he loves more than when you settle your pretty self down somewhere and your thighs just spill out even further, like molten lava melting over everything in their path. And when he’s lucky enough to lay his head in your lap, nestled right between them, he’s endlessly grateful just to be in your space. He’d be a fool not to admit that he’s imagined what it would be like to rest his face there, really rest his face, or better yet, to be completely smothered and suffocated by your thighs, having the near life and viable source of oxygen squeezed out of him while you’re sitting on his face.

haunting you

summary: after your friend layla cancels your plans for the night, your “situationship” luigi comes over and you both take things to the next level.

warnings: smut, virginity loss (luigi) breastfeeding (f receiving) fingering (f receiving) pronebone (lol) breeding, some brief fluff at the end

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you aren't usually into reality shows, usually you'd be spending the precious time you have in your dorm either watching a movie, or doing computer science homework, which usually entails attempting to tackle a programming problem with python.

yet tonight, you find yourself doing what you constantly told yourself you wouldn't do. you're sprawled out on your bed, with your eyes on the first reality show that you'd seen come up on netflix. in your defense, you're only doing it to kill time. you're waiting for your best friend layla to call you, she was meant to be at your dorm 10 minutes ago so you and her could get ready to go to the bar together.

right as the crappy show you're watching began to get half interesting, your phone starts ringing. and when you look over at who's calling, sure enough, it's layla. but when you answer her call, her voice comes through the phone sounding panicky and frustrated.

"okay, PLEASE don't get mad at me...."

you raise an eyebrow. that's never a good start.

"layla? hey girl what's the matter? where are you?" you ask, concerned for your friend.

"i can't come out tonight," she rushes out. "i’m so so so sorry, it's just... you know darren? my ex? he showed up at my dorm and it turned into this whole thing, and well... i just can't tonight."

you exhale, snuggling further into the comfort of your bed. darren's always trouble. him and layla had broken up months ago and he was still hung up over her, when he saw her out on a date with her new boyfriend he decided it would be a good idea to carve the word "SLUT" into her car door.

"layla, it's alright. promise."

you hear her breathe out a sigh of relief on her end. "are you sure? i feel like such an asshole.

you smile. "i swear, it's fine. i wasn't really in the mood to go out tonight anyway."

she groans dramatically. "thank you... i owe you, like, ten drinks."

you laugh, shaking your head even though she can't even see you. "i’m gonna hold you to that."

and then she's gone, the line going dead with a soft beep. you let go of your phone and let it fall onto your bed, staring at the ceiling.

looks like it's just you and god awful tv tonight. and honestly? you don't really mind.

until your phone chimes.

you've gotten a text.

probably from layla, she's probably texting to apologise yet again, something she has a habit of doing whenever anything like that happens between you two.

as you check your phone, your face heats up as you read that it's not from layla, it's from him.

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luigi: hey :)

your brows lift. he never texts first. this is a surprise.

you quickly type out your reply.

you: hi handsome :) what you up to?

something's clearly up. you're always the one to text first. not luigi.

your phone buzzes.

luigi: nothing much, you still going out with layla tn?

you smirk at the screen, stretching lazily as you write your response. he has no idea that she bailed.

you: no, she cancelled, i'm just in my dorm rn

not even a minute later, you hear another buzz.

luigi: you doing anything?

you pause and bite your lip while you stare at his message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you know what he means, or at least what he wants it to mean. you could toy with him. make him wait. let him squirm a little. make him work for it. but something about the way he texted you first... something about the way he's asking instead of just assuming... makes your stomach flip.

you let him sit with it for a minute before finally replying.

you: why? you lonely? ;)

three dots appear immediately. and then...

luigi: just asking.

luigi: are you doing anything or no?

you hum, staring at the screen before finally deciding where you want this night to go.

you: come find out.

yet another buzz...

luigi: be there in 10.

your stomach twists as you turn off your phone. but it's not from nerves. it's from anticipation. you sit up, smoothing your shirt, running a hand through your hair. there was absolutely no point in pretending that this wasn't exactly what you wanted.

you've done this dance before, you've made out with him until your lips were sore, dry humped him until he'd made a mess in his pants, marked his neck with hickies, but every time, he pulled back before it could go any further. said he wanted to "take his time." you never pressed him for more, you'd just tease him about it, calling him cute for holding out on you.

it's funny, he's not even yours. officially that is. but it would be a lie to say that you didn't feel your stomach churn with jealously whenever you saw him talking to another girl. just yesterday when you were on your way to go grab lunch, you saw him laughing with one of your classmates from the computer science class you and him shared, and you felt sick. but all you did was smile, say hello, and continue on your way.

your little "arrangement" is a secret. sometimes you wonder what people would think if they knew that you had luigi mangione, the sweet and popular nerd, cum in his pants while he moaned and begged underneath you.

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you're in the middle of brushing your hair when there's a knock at your door, sharp and deliberate. you put your hairbrush down on the bed and let him wait a second longer than necessary, just to see if he'll knock again.

silence.

when you finally open the door, he's standing there, wearing his adidas hoodie that you always saw him wearing on campus. you also notice that he has his hands in his pockets and that his curls are messy. almost as if he's been running his fingers through them the whole walk over. but it's his face that catches you off guard.

he looks nervous. you knew something was up from the moment he made the rare choice on his part to text you first.

he's not his usual shy but smug, waiting for you to make a move kind of nervous. this is different. his jaw is clenched, his weight shifts, and for the first time since you met him... luigi looks unsure.

"lu?" you raise your brows. "are you alright?"

he exhales sharply. "can i come in?"

you stop and think for a second. he's never asked to come in before. most of the time he just walks in, kicks off his shoes, and throws himself onto your bed like he owns the place. but tonight? he's not his usual self. not by a long shot.

"...yeah," you say slowly, stepping aside to make way for him.

he walks past you but doesn't go to the bed. he just stands there, fists tight in his pockets, shoulders squared like he's bracing himself for something major to occur.

you close the door, arms crossing and brows furrowing. "luigi." you study him, narrowing your eyes. "what's the matter with you? you're acting kinda strange."

he shifts again. he doesn't meet your gaze. he looks like a puppy that just got scolded. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't find that look cute on him.

you sit on your bed and gently pat the spot next to you. it's not until he joins you that you realise just how timid he seems, how red faced he is.

"lu?" you ask softly. you want to be gentle with him. for now anyway.

then, finally...

"i wanna do it."

you're confused. really confused.

"i'm sorry?"

he clenches his jaw again. "it's just... this... us... this whole... arrangement." he exhales sharply, like he's forcing himself to say it. "i know this past month and a half we've always just kissed and done other stuff, but we've never gone further. i've always pulled away and told you i wanna wait. but tonight... i wanna go all the way. i wanna... y'know... fuck you.”

his words hit you like a slap.

wait.

you stare at him, processing what has just come out of his mouth, trying to piece together what he's saying, what he's really saying. if he's just telling you this now... after all this time... then does that mean...

that's when it clicks. that's when you fully realise why hes been holding back the whole time you and him have been messing around.

"...wait." your voice is slower now, careful. testing. "so you're telling me...."

he bows his head. keeping his gaze away from you.

your lips part. "are you.... you're... you're a virgin. aren't you?" luigi tenses. his fists curl even tighter, like he's just waiting for you to laugh at him. for you to ridicule him. but you don't have it in you. you can't do that to him, you won't do that to him, not while he's next to you looking all afraid.

this whole time?

all those nights he let you grind against him until he was a moaning mess, all those times he pulled back right before things got too heated, you thought he was just teasing you, playing hard to get. but no. he was waiting.

everything all of a sudden makes sense to you now.

you crawl into his arms. "you're actually serious? like this isn't a joke?"

he wraps you up in a tight embrace and stays silent. doesn't meet your eyes. and the fact that he's so flustered? it does something to you. because this isn't the luigi you're used to.

this isn't the cocky little shit who you've been spending practically every free period messing around in your dorm with. this isn't the cocky little shit who leans too close, who smirks when he catches you staring, who always makes it seem like he's two steps ahead.

this is something else entirely.

he's looking at you now, almost as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. like he wants this so badly it hurts, but he's terrified of messing it up.

"luigi." you speak his name softly, like you're comforting a toddler who's on the brink of tears. "why didn't you tell me? you know i wouldn't have judged you..." you press a gentle kiss to his cheek to assert your point.

he swallows hard, and caresses the spot that you'd just kissed.

"because i knew you'd look at me like that."

you're confused again. "like what?"

he exhales sharply, resting his chin on your head. "because i thought you'd think that i’d need to be handled carefully... like you'd think i'd need special treatment or some shit."

you close your eyes and breathe him in. special treatment? that's not what you're thinking at all. poor baby. "lu i-"

he groans, rubbing your back. "i guess i was also... scared shitless." he adds quickly. "of... fucking it up. because i've really cherished the moments we've shared together. i kept putting it off because i kept thinking to myself that you'd ghost me afterwards."

your chest tightens and you look up at him. "you thought i'd ghost you after?"

his head snaps down to meet your gaze. "yeah... i kept telling myself that if we did have sex, you'd find me lame in bed and would never speak to me again. and i wouldn't want that because the way I feel about you... it's different. and i didn't wanna just rush into it you know what i mean?" he's speaking in a low, almost shy tone. "i wanted to make sure that when it finally happened, it was right... and tonight, it feels right."

you find yourself blushing at his admission and feel your heart beat faster. he's never been this forward and honest with you before.

"lu..." you tease, your lips curving into a playful smile. "so, you're saying that you've been stalling because you're a virgin and didn't wanna embarrass yourself?"

his goes red again. "yeah..."

you feel his arms tighten around you as you huff out a soft laugh. "you asshole! and here i was thinking you were playing hard to get!"

that gets a chuckle out of him, and the atmosphere shifts, the tension easing.

"yeah?" he smirks, cocky, but there's still something shy in the way he looks down at you.

"yeah," you say, hand dipping under his shirt to rub his abs, going just gently enough to make him shiver. "you had me losing my mind, thinking you were being a dickhead on purpose!"

he bites his lip as if he's trying not to laugh, but then his eyes darken, his expression shifts, and suddenly, whatever held him back before is gone.

"i don't want to keep you waiting anymore," he says, and it's not cocky, it's not teasing, it's authentic. he kisses your forehead, as if he's trying to ground himself. "but right now... i want it. i don't want to keep pretending like I'm not ready when i am."

you nuzzle into his chest and sigh contently. "so why now?"

"because i finally get it," he murmurs. "it's not about whether or not i'm good on the first go." he gives you another forehead kiss, making your cheeks turn scarlet once more. "it's about you. about us. and i don't want to wait anymore."

and with that, you kiss him.

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the kiss starts soft, familiar, his lips brushing yours with that quiet confidence you've come to know, but there's still a flicker of hesitation beneath it, a reminder that this is still new for him in so many ways. your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you pull him closer.

even though it's not the first time you've kissed each other like this, this one seems to hold a little more depth, a bit more of him surrendering to the moment. his lips press against yours, firm yet warm, and as he leans into it, you feel the stiffness in his shoulders melt away, settling into the familiar rhythm you've spent the last few months carving out together.

his breathing grows irregular, and the shake in his fingers sparks a thrill through you, another reminder that he's still finding his way with you. lost in the kiss, your balance shifts, and suddenly you're tumbling backward, pulling him with you as you both collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and muffled laughter.

"you alright?" he mumbles, voice all gravelly and soft, a crooked smirk pulling at his lips like he's still half lost in the chaos of the fall. you nod, the warmth of his closeness seeping into you, and before you can answer, he leans down again, pressing a softer kiss to the corner of your mouth less urgent this time, but no less deliberate. it's like he's savoring it now, the rush giving way to a quiet intensity that makes your chest tighten.

you feel his trembling hands snag the edge of your blouse. he tugs it up, slow like he's scared to break something, until it slips off and falls to the floor. he freezes, hands dangling in the air, eyes falling to your now exposed tits.

his breath hitches hard, cheeks blooming red as he stares, totally wrecked, the first time hes ever seen a girl this way.

"holy... shit." he mumbles, voice cracking, barely a whisper, and his fingertips ghost over your skin, shaky but reverent.

his fingertips linger, barely brushing your skin, and the silence stretches out, thick with the sound of his uneven breathing. you tilt your head, catching the way his eyes are still glued to you, wide and unblinking, like he's afraid you'll vanish if he looks away. "lu? what's wrong?" you ask, voice soft.

he blinks, startled, like you've pulled him out of a trance, and his hands jerk back an inch before he catches himself. his cheeks flare even redder, if that's possible, and he swallows hard, throat bobbing. "n-nothing's wrong," he stammers, voice rough and low, cracking on the edges. "it's just... you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my whole entire life."

the words spill out, raw and unguarded, and your own cheeks heat up, a flush creeping up your neck. "you don't mean that…” you mumble, looking away for a second, your voice small as the compliment sinks in and leaves you flustered.

he freezes, eyes widening even more, if that's possible, and shakes his head quickly. "no, i-i do!" insists, tripping over the words in his rush to get them out. "i swear, i mean it. you're... unreal." his gaze flickers up to meet yours, holding it for a shaky moment before dropping back down to your tits, locking onto your tits with that same stunned, unblinking gaze.

his voice comes out soft, almost timid. "can i...um... can i suck on 'em?" he pauses, face burning red, and his eyes flick up to yours for a split second before darting back down. "i've... i've always wanted to suck a girl's boobs..." he admits, voice cracking with nerves, and he bites his lip, hands twitching as if he's bracing for rejection.

"please? if that's okay? i just... i wanna make you feel good." the question hangs there, shy and earnest, wrapped in that same reverent, trembling adoration.

you swallow, heart thudding a little faster, and your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. “yeah… okay.” you say. the words slipping out before you can overthink them. your blush deepens, spreading warm across your skin, and you glance away for a second, suddenly hyper aware of the way his gaze is still glued to you.

his eyes snap up to yours, like he can’t believe what he just heard. “o-okay…” he stammers, voice cracking, and a tiny, shaky smile tugs at the corner of his lips, equal parts disbelief and awe. his hands flex, unsure where to go, and he shifts closer, tentative but eager, like he’s afraid to break the spell.

he leans in, slow and worshipful, his breath hot against your bare chest. his lips brush your skin first, tentative, pressing soft, shaky kisses across the swell of your tits, his mouth trembling. his hands rise, hesitant at first, then bolder, cupping your breasts gently. his fingers squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with a mix of curiosity and awe, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as a low, ragged groan escapes him. “fucking gorgeous…” he mutters to himself, voice thick and breaking, completely lost in you.

then, emboldened, he parts his lips and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. the sudden, firm pull sends a jolt of pleasure through you, sharp and electric, as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, warm and slick against your skin.

his teeth graze ever so slightly as he pulls back with a soft, lewd pop before diving back in, sucking greedily. his other hand keeps squeezing, fingers digging in just enough to feel desperate, and his breath comes in hot, uneven bursts between each sloppy, reverent pull of his mouth.

after a moment, his confidence inches up, and he pulls back just enough to speak, lips still brushing your damp skin. his voice is low, almost drowned out by his nerves as he stumbles over his next thought. “could i… um… rub your clit too? while i’m… doing this?” his eyes dart up to yours, wide and pleading, his face somehow redder still.

“i-i read this book about, uh, women’s pleasure,” he blurts, words tripping over each other, “and it said foreplay’s important… like, to get women ready for sex. i just… i wanna make sure i’m doing it right.” his fingers twitch against your sides, restless and waiting, that same nervous, heartfelt devotion shining through every faltering word.

the air hums with a charged stillness, his ragged breaths weaving through the heat of the moment as his lips linger near your damp skin.

“lu.… do you even know where the clit is?” you ask as your blush burns hotter, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you watch him. his eyes widen for a split second, caught off guard, but then something shifts in his expression.

he swallows hard, adams apple bobbing, and his voice comes out low, still shaky but with a thread of assurance. “y-yeah, i do,” he says, nodding quickly as if to convince himself as much as you. “i mean… i read about it, y’know? in that book. it’s… uh… it’s up near the top, right? like, where it’s real sensitive?” his cheeks flare redder, but his gaze holds yours a little longer this time, earnest and unsteady, like he’s clinging to every word he’s memorized. “i-i think i can find it. i just… really wanna try. for you.”

his other hand trembles as it slides lower, fumbling over the edge of your panties. his fingers hook the soaked fabric, knuckles brushing the damp heat of your inner thigh, and he yanks them aside with a shaky jerk.

the cool air hits your slick, pulsing cunt, and his breath chokes off in a sharp gasp. he freezes, eyes dropping to the sight of your bare pussy glistening folds spread open, wet and swollen, your clit peeking out, begging for his touch. “oh fuck…” luigi rasps, voice breaking, a raw, reverent curse as he stares, completely fucking entranced.

his pupils dilate, swallowing the color of his eyes, and his mouth hangs slack, a thin thread of drool pooling at the corner as he takes in every slick, pink detail. “it’s… so fucking pretty.” he mutters, barely audible, like he’s witnessing something divine he’s too small to comprehend.

the words hit you like a punch, and your blush explodes even more than it did before, a fierce, burning heat flooding your cheeks, your neck, even your ears. you feel exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly flattered all at once, the raw awe in his voice making your skin prickle and your breathing irregular.

he’s just drinking you in, thumb hovering an inch from your throbbing clit, trembling like he’s scared to ruin the perfection in front of him. his other hand squeezes your tit harder, fingers sinking into the flesh as a lifeline, while his breath ghosts over your sensitive nipple. then, he snaps out of it, blinking fast, and his thumb presses down, grazing your clit in a clumsy, shaky swipe.

the contact sends a white hot spark up your spine, your hips twitching involuntarily, and he gasps again, eyes darting up to yours. “a-are you alright? am i doing a good job?” he asks, voice thick with panic and adoration, every syllable soaked in that nervous, aching need to please you, even as he’s still half lost in the dripping, mesmerizing sight of your cunt.

you nod fast, heart pounding, and force the words out between gasps. “yeah, you’re… you’re doing so good lu…” you pant, voice fraying as his thumb rubs harder, smearing your slick over your throbbing clit. the sensation is overwhelming, a white hot rush that makes your thighs quake and your pussy clench, a fresh gush of arousal coating his fingers. your head lolls back, a guttural whimper spilling out as your body arches into him, chasing every stroke.

his breath snags at your praise, a shaky huff of relief, and his eyes spark with a mix of awe and hunger. “fuck… really?” he mutters, a trembling grin flashing across his lips.

he dives back to your chest, mouth latching onto your tit with a wet, hungry pull, sucking your nipple deep into his mouth. his tongue lashes over the swollen bud, teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver down your spine, while spit trails from his lips, leaving your skin slick and gleaming. his left hand kneads your breast that his mouth isn’t worshipping, fingers sinking into the soft flesh with rough, desperate squeezes, as he uses his free hand to keep rubbing your clit, each motion dragging you closer to the edge.

“wanna make you feel… so fucking good,” he groans against your tit, voice muffled and raw, the words vibrating through you as your body hums, every nerve alight with the filthy, fervent pleasure he’s wrenching from you.

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minutes go by, and luigi now has three fingers spearing into your drenched cunt, thick and unforgiving, stretching your tight, quivering walls as he rams them in knuckle deep. the pace is brutal, a wet, obscene slosh echoing with every thrust as your slick floods his hand, running in hot sticky rivers down his fingers and splattering onto the sheets. your pussy grips his digits like a vice, spasming and gushing, the sopping mess of it coating his skin as he pleasures you, wild and unhinged.

how he’s nailing every perfect spot, driving you wild with precision despite being a virgin blows your mind. knowing the nerd that luigi is, you know for sure that he must’ve fucking DEVOURED a stack of books on female pleasure to get this damn good.

your moans claw out, ragged and animalistic, each one a shredded howl as pleasure twists into a vicious, coiling ache in your core. your hips buck hard against his hand, thighs trembling so fiercely they slap together, your body a shuddering, sweat drenched wreck.

but he’s moaning too, deep and primal, the sound tearing from his throat as his hips jerk helplessly, jeans bulging. his face twists, sweat pouring off his brow as he gasps like he’s choking, a fat, wet stain blooming across his crotch where his cock pulses and leaks, soaking through the fabric.

you catch him falling apart flushed, frantic, a trembling mess and rasp, “what’s wrong?” your voice a gravelly wreck, hands digging into his arms as your own edge sharpens.

luigi’s eyes snap open, and he groans, “you’re gonna make me fucking cum in my pants,” the words spilling out in a desperate, fractured whimper, “and you haven’t even touched me.”

his cock is throbbing so hard you can see it twitch through the drenched denim, pre cum oozing in thick, messy streaks.

“no, stop.” you snarl, voice raw and commanding, shoving him back, his fingers ripping free from your sloppy, pulsing cunt with a loud, wet suck. “fuck me instead.”

the words hit him like a slap, and he stalls, hands slick and shaking, jaw slack as he sucks in air. “y-yeah, fuck, alright,” he chokes, voice a ruined mess, clawing at his zipper with slippery, fumbling fingers, racing to unleash his swollen, dripping cock, the air thick with the hot, filthy promise of what’s about to go down.

you’re able to see it for the first time, and your eyes widen.

it’s massive, thick and veiny, flushed dark with need, the tip glistening with a fat bead of pre cum that drips obscenely. shock jolts through you, a fleeting thought of how the fuck is that fitting?

but there’s no time to process it. he’s already moving, hands rough and urgent as he grabs your hips, flipping you over with a grunt.

your stomach hits the surface, breath punching out of you as he manhandles you onto your belly, his slick fingers digging into your flesh, positioning you fast and messy, the raw hunger in his grip promising no pause, no mercy.

he keeps you pinned face down, his trembling hands clamping your hips with a bruising grip, fingernails carving crescent moons into your flesh. his swollen cock, thick and veiny, drags across your ass, leaving a hot, gooey smear of pre cum before he notches the fat, dripping head against your soaked entrance.

he hesitates, chest heaving with wet, shuddering breaths, and rasps, “you ready?” his voice a broken, guttural wreck.

“y-yes lu…” you stammer, voice half smothered against the mattress, your pussy throbbing, arousal pouring out as you tilt your hips toward him, needy but braced. he growls low in his throat, primal and ragged, and then he pushes in slowly, his cock splitting you apart, stretching your drenched cunt wide.

the burning, unrelenting stretch hits you hard, and you scream.

“fuck! i n-need a sec…” your voice trembles as your body quakes, struggling to adjust to the sheer, overwhelming size of him. your hole clenches hard, spasming around him.

while for luigi, it’s the first time he’s ever been inside a pussy, and the feeling slams into him like a tidal wave. “oh my g-god… fuck, fuck!” he whimpers, a high, shattered sound ripping from his chest as your hot, sopping heat wraps him tight, squeezing him in a slick, pulsing chokehold.

you twist your head, breathless, and croak, “you alright?” his hands shake violently on your hips, gripping harder, and he chokes out, “i didn’t know… didn’t know it’d feel this fucking good…” his voice splintering into a near sob, every nerve frying as your cunt hugs him, wet and molten, drowning him in the raw, mind bending bliss of finally being inside you.

he swallows hard, voice a shaky, guttural wreck, and mumbles “are you alright?” the words barely coherent, thick with desperation as he hovers on the edge, waiting for your answer.

you nod weakly. “yeah…” spilling from your lips, voice raw as your cunt throbs around him, caught between pain and a dark, blooming heat. that’s all he needs.

“fuck… i’m gonna start moving.” he groans, the sound splintering from his throat, and he starts to thrust. it’s slow at first, a torturous pull as he eases his thick, veiny shaft back, the swollen head dragging along your tender walls, stretching your dripping hole with a lewd, sucking tug that forces a ragged gasp from your chest.

then he slams back in, deep and merciless, his sheer bulk splitting you wider, profanities tearing from you as he fills you completely, balls slapping against your skin. the stretch bites, then melts into something jagged and electric, your pussy gripping him like a drenched, ravenous fist, slurping noisily.

“holy… shit, it’s too much” he whines, voice cracking into a high, frantic wail, hips jerking forward with rising need, each thrust a sloppy, vicious plunge that stuffs you to the brim. your juices gush out, glazing his cock in a shiny, wet sheen, splashing in hot, messy streaks down your thighs and over his groin as he drives into you, the loud, wet smack of his pounding echoing through the room.

you scream, voice raw and splintered, fingers clawing at the surface beneath you, nails gouging deep as your hips jerk back to meet his thrusts, craving the savage depth even through the sting. his hands grip tighter, nails leaving angry red marks in your skin.

“fuck… feels like heaven…” he moans he rams into you, lost in the tight, dripping grip of your cunt, his first, sucking him in deep, wringing him dry, every thrust setting his nerves ablaze. his rhythm quickens, slow, teasing drags morphing into wild, frantic snaps, his hips slamming into your ass with loud, wet smacks.

suddenly, his hand rears back and lands a sharp, stinging slap across your ass cheek, the crack ringing out as your skin jiggles and a hot, red flush blooms under his palm. you scream again, a sharp “oh shit!" bursting from your lips. your body jolts forward and your pussy clenches tighter around him in reflex, a wild mix of shock and pleasure ripping through you.

“christ... this pussy's insane…" he pants, voice a trembling, slurred wreck, his cock hammering deeper, stretching you to breaking as your cunt squishes and gushes around him.

minutes dissolve into a sweaty, moaning blur, and then he collapses onto your back with a guttural grunt, his weight crushing you flat as he shifts into pronebone. his chest molds to your spine, his hot, panting breaths blasting your neck as he keeps fucking you, faster and harder, his cock slamming deep with every savage thrust.

“can’t… stop…” he whimpers, voice breaking into a sob, arm wrapping around your neck like a steel band, trapping you beneath him as he pounds your cunt into submission, your ass rippling with each violent, wet collision, the overwhelming feel of him… so huge, so deep… shattering any last shred of composure you had.

his lips crash onto your neck, wet, frantic and ravenous. he kisses you there, sloppy and wild, his tongue lashing out to lap at the sweat beading on your flesh, teeth scraping as he groans deep into your skin, and you feel the sound going through your bones. his thrusts never slow, each one a brutal slam, his cock splitting you wide, the swollen head battering your cervix with a force that makes your vision blur.

you’re moaning like a pornstar and your cunt is clenching so tight it’s like you’re trying to milk him dry.

“shit! i’m so close!” he growls against your neck, each word punctuated by a messy kiss, his lips smearing spit across your skin as his hips falter, thrusts turning wilder, even more frantic than before. his cock throbbing violently inside you. “i’m gonna cum-” he grunts, his arm’s grip around your throat tightening, his dick pulsing hot and thick, teetering on the brink.

and you feel it. the hard, rhythmic twitching, the way he swells even bigger inside your wrecked cunt. “cum inside me! please lu…” you sob, voice a hoarse, pleading wail.

your nails claw at the mattress, legs shaking uncontrollably, a high pitched whine escaping as the overstimulation makes your whole body quake. his breath snags, a choked sound ripping from him as he pounds you with frantic, bone rattling thrusts, right on the edge of shattering.

and then you feel it. his hips jam tight against your ass, and his cock pulses hard, flooding your wrecked cunt with a thick, blistering rush of cum. the heat crashes into you, raw and overpowering, his seed pumping in heavy, forceful jets, stuffing you so full it presses against your walls, a surge that makes your pussy clamp down and milk every last drop from him.

he whimpers, his thrusts stuttering to a stop as the final drops empty into you, his body quaking against yours. before you can catch your breath, his shaky hands fumble to your hips, yanking your soaked panties back into place with a hurried, sloppy pull.

the fabric snaps against your skin, locking his cum inside, and almost instantly, you feel the hot, sticky load seeping out, leaking past your swollen, aching lips, soaking the crotch of your underwear in a thick, dripping mess that clings to your thighs. you whimper softly, overwhelmed, your cunt still spasming from the intensity, reeling from the fullness and the filthy, oozing aftermath.

panting heavily, you drag yourself forward on trembling limbs, crawling under the covers and sinking into the soft refuge of the blankets. the bed dips as he follows, slipping in beside you, his warm, sweaty body brushing against yours. you roll over to face him, your breath still uneven, and his arms immediately open, pulling you in tight.

he wraps himself around you, chest pressed to yours, one hand cradling the back of your head as he peppers your forehead with soft, lingering kisses, his lips trembling slightly. his other arm snakes around your waist, holding you like you're his lifeline, his legs tangling with yours in a clumsy, needy knot.

he’s all soft now, an obvious shift from the wild frenzy of before, his face nuzzling into your hair as he lets out a quiet, shaky whimper. “how are you?” he murmurs, voice small and fragile, laced with a tender worry as he pulls back just enough to search your eyes, his own wide and glistening, like a nervous pup checking for approval. he presses his forehead to yours, still clinging tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

you catch your breath, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you nod. “i feel great.” you say, voice soft but steady, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart.

“that was… intense. you’re wild, you know that?” your tone lightens, teasing, and he blushes hard, ducking his head with a sheepish grin.

“i-i didn’t know it’d be that good…” he stutters, voice barely above a whisper, his fingers tracing shy circles on your back. “i just… i wanted to make you feel good. was it… was i okay?” his eyes flick up, hopeful and uncertain, and you can’t help but giggle, the sound bubbling up soft and warm.

“not bad for a virgin.” you tease, smirking as his blush deepens, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire. he whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide, but you feel the little laugh he lets out, muffled against your skin.

“stop…” he mumbles, half embarrassed, half playful, his arms tightening around you as he nuzzles closer. “i just… read a lot, i guess. wanted to get it right.” his voice softens, earnest now, and he peeks up at you, a shy smile breaking through.

"you're amazing, though. i still can't believe that just happened." he kisses your forehead again, slow and sweet, settling into you with a contented sigh, like a clingy, soft baby who's finally found his safe place.

he pulls back slightly, eyes shining, and whispers, “i love you.” voice steady yet raw.

your heart leaps, a wild surge of joy flooding you, and you grin, breathless. “i love you too.”

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cyber sex

summary: you and luigi have phone sex. that’s it

warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, squirting

notes: this is part 2 of weak for you ;)

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you’re feeling powerful. why? you sent luigi a nude not even 10 minutes ago.

his response to it? a voice message. you pressed play and there he was, playing with himself, the obscene noises of his hand rubbing up and down his cock, and his pathetic little whimpers being all you could hear.

you think that if you were a greek goddess, luigi wouldn’t just bow, he’d fall to his knees, hands trembling, utterly devoted as he worships at your feet. you love the hold you have over him. you love how you can draw such filthy noises out of him, even though he’s 100 miles away.

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even though you’ve only been apart for a week, it feels like an eternity. you miss him so much. your bed is too large, too empty without him beside you, and the coldness in the space where he’d normally lie lingers in the air. you shift under the covers, but nothing feels right. nothing can fill the void where his warmth used to be. his scent is already fading from the sheets, and the absence of his touch leaves a sad, numb feeling in your chest. you miss the way he’d kiss your forehead so softly, so tenderly, and pull you close, wrapping his arms around you as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the only thing that makes the distance feel even remotely manageable is your nightly facetime calls. it’s become your ritual, something you both cling to when the silence gets too loud and the nights feel too long. the moment the screen would light up and bring his face into view, you’d find that the intense aching in your chest would loosen just a little.

he’d always answer the same way, with a soft, sleepy smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth, like he’d been waiting all day just to talk to you. his hair was usually tousled, his voice low and a little hoarse, and his eyes… god, his eyes… they were always full of something so warm, so tender, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face through the screen.

“i hate sleeping without you,” he murmured one time, voice groggy but sweet. “i hate being in this overpriced hotel bed.”

you knew the feeling all too well. you told him you missed him, and he let out an adorable little whine, running a hand down his face. “don’t say that. you’re gonna make me leave this stupid work trip early and catch the first flight home right now.”

most nights, you’d both fall asleep on call, the phone propped up beside you as if that alone could bridge the distance. his voice would get softer, sleepier, his words slurring together as he’d mumble sweet words to you. one time you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter, “wish i could hold you. wish i could kiss you goodnight.”

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you bring yourself back to reality, and finally type out a response to the beautiful, beautiful voice message that luigi sent you.

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

you listen to it again, and like a moth to a flame, your fingers slide down your stomach, making their way beneath your panties, towards your wet folds. you can’t help it, your body reacts before your mind even has the chance to catch up. this is what he does to you. every time he sends you one of those recordings, his voice low, wrecked, laced with need… it’s like your whole body tunes itself to him.

seeing luigi stroke his cock, hearing his breathy little moans, the rough edge in his voice when he’s right on the edge, completely undoes you. it always has.

a soft, breathless whimper of your boyfriend’s name slips past your lips as you begin to rub your clit, guided by the memory of his touch. you picture the way he’d look at you, eyes dark and hungry, lips parted as he whines about how wet you are.

you shut your eyes, slipping a finger inside your hole, easing it in and out with a slow, teasing rhythm. you ache for luigi, knowing he’d fuck you senseless, hitting spots you could never reach solo, leaving you wrecked in ways your own hands can’t even touch.

and that’s when your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with his name. luigi saw your text, and he’s facetiming you. finally.

your heart skips as you tap to answer. luigi’s face appears, slightly disheveled, his curls wild and untamed. the second he sees you, his lips curl into that soft, shy smile. his heavy breathing fills the speaker, his voice slipping through low, exhausted, and utterly spent.

“hi baby,” he murmurs. “i made a mess for you.”

your heart rate speeds up at his words, and your pussy throbs as you take in the sight of him. he’s most beautiful like this, with flushed cheeks, tousled hair and slightly parted lips. knowing you’re the cause of this sends a shiver down your spine.

“yeah?” you tease, voice soft. “let me see.”

he swallows hard, his shy smile wavering for a moment before he shifts, tilting the phone just enough for you to see the remnants of his cum splattered across his abdomen.

you groan at the sight, heat pounding in your chest. “that should be flooding my pussy and dripping out of my mouth, it’s such a waste like that baby.” you say with a smug smirk, reveling in the mess you’ve turned him into.

his voice is low and ragged, as he sighs. “i know angel… i’d trade everything i have to be able to coat you in my nut and pump it deep inside you right now.” he says, eyes flaring with a hot, feral gleam, a crooked smirk as he gives in to the primal craving you’ve ignited in him.

“i want you to touch yourself.” luigi groans, voice heavy with lust. “please let me watch.”

you oblige, shivering at his words. then a playful smile curves your lips.

you lean back, putting a pillow down between your legs, propping your phone carefully against it, hearing a moan from his end as you do so. now, you’ve given him the perfect view. you’re fully aware that he’s watching your every move. his gaze feels like a burning touch, even through the screen.

“this what you want?” you coo, rubbing your clit slowly, teasingly.

his breath hitches, the camera catching the way his jaw tightens, his fingers flexing like he’s resisting the urge to reach through the screen. “just like that,” he rasps, voice oozing with desire. “don’t stop.”

you grin slyly, dragging your fingers slow and slick over your clit, heat pooling as his stare burns into you. his bare chest rises quicker, sweat shining on his nude skin in the faint light, and his next breath has a raw, hungry edge. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he mumbles, shifting restlessly, his cock jutting up, throbbing clear in the glitchy video. “put a finger in.” he pleads, voice falling into a coarse, urgent whisper, like he’s barely holding on.

you tilt your head back slightly, letting out a soft moan as you obey, easing a finger into your dripping cunt. the stretch is instant, your walls clenching around it, and his shaky exhale crackles through the speaker. “holy shit…” he breathes, eyes locked on the screen, wide and wild, his hand drifting down to grip his cock, stroking it, slow and tight. “that’s it… fuck, you’re so hot, i wish that was my finger.” he mutters, voice trembling with need as you start to move, sliding your finger in and out, the wet sound faint but unmistakable.

your hips twitch, chasing the feeling, and you catch the way luigi’s throat bobs as he watches, totally hooked, totally wrecked.

“see everything?” you ask, slipping a second finger in, stretching yourself wider, your voice breaking as you adjust the phone for a better angle.

his eyes narrow, a rough, “fuck yes,” coming out as you watch him speed up, his fist working his cock faster, veins popping, precum slicking his grip.

“can’t handle it,” luigi pants, hips twitching into his hand, the slick noise syncing with yours. “you’re gonna fucking kill me.” he gasps, voice cracking, and you hum, pushing deeper, your own breath catching as the heat climbs.

“what are you thinking about?” you rasp, voice rough and airy, angling the phone so he can see your fingers plunging in, slick and shiny.

his eyes flare, a ragged groan tearing out as he watches, his hand pumping faster, knuckles taut, cock pulsing and slick with precum. “thinking about that time i bent you over my car hood,” he moans, voice gritty and strained, chest heaving as he jerks himself harder. “fucked the shit outta you, couldn’t get enough of how good you took it.” he mutters, hips jolting, the memory fueling his frenzy and pushing you closer to the brink as your moans sharpen, syncing with his collapse.

you whine sharply at the memory, your fingers stuttering as your pussy clenches tight around them, your juices soaking your hand as you push deeper, hips jerking to chase the sensation, your body trembling under his frantic gaze through the phone.

“what would you do if you were with me right now?” you pant, voice rough and trembling, glancing at the screen as he pumps his cock faster, hand slick with precum, chest rising and falling hard.

his eyes flash with heat, a low groan escaping as he licks his lips. “fuck, i’d shove my face between your thighs, lick you clean, suck you dry til i had you screaming.” he moans.

“then i’d flip you over and fuck you so senselessly you’d feel me for days.” he adds, voice thick with lust, the sheer filth of it sending a shockwave through you, teetering you on the edge.

his eyes burn through the screen, and he slows down his strokes just enough for him to moan out, “it’s your turn baby, what would you do to me if you were here right now?” his voice is rough and low, hand still gripping his pulsing cock.

his chest heaves quick, sweat glistening on his bare skin, and he tilts his head, staring you down, the question lingering heavy as your fingers stutter, heat surging in your core at the thought of being tangled up with him.

you flash him a wicked grin, a ragged breath spilling out as you plunge your fingers deeper into your drenched pussy.

“i’d tie your wrists together with that purple tie you always wear to functions,” you purr, voice rough and playful, “then get on top and ride you so fast that you’d be begging to be set free so you can touch me.”

the thought of that pushes luigi over the edge, and you hear a loud, unrestrained moan spill from him as his fist locks tight around his leaking shaft, cum spilling over his fingers in hot, messy pulses.

the sight of his orgasm, his deep moan cutting through the phone’s speaker, triggers something in you. your breathing becomes irregular, and your fingers thrust deeper, rapid and relentless, chasing the heat twisting tighter inside you. your hips jolt, rocking hard against your hand, slickness flooding your thighs as the coil in your stomach begins to get bigger and bigger.

his eyes, still glazed from his climax, watch you through the screen, raw and piercing.

“that’s it, my baby, moan my name when you cum.” he growls, voice low and insistent, the demand crackling through the phone and jolting down your spine.

a scream rips from your throat, “oh lu!” bursting out in a loud cry, and a fierce gush of wet heat erupts, squirting in a messy, uncontrolled spray that soaks your hand and splatters the sheets. your thighs tremble violently, body convulsing through the relentless tide of pleasure, leaving you breathless, and dazed.

he takes it all in over the call, his gaze sharpening with primal want. “holy shit,” he murmurs, voice rough and winded, a low chuckle slipping through the phone. “you’re fucking unreal, when i get home tomorrow, i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk. for days.”

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