😣😣😣😣

LMAO

Bro knew he had one final serve left in him

full size images of luigi’s tinder

omg

wake up vers new wedding pic but he’s smiling this time 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

need him NIOW!!!!

home with me

omg hii thank u for sending this to me )):

he’s so pretty im gonna scream

@luigisbambinaaa said this to me in dms yesterday and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣 imagine jerking off priest luigi in the confessional while making him recite bible verses or you won’t let him cum 😣😣

holy fuckkk 😩😭

indulge me i don’t even know with what but god there is is a DROUGHT

getting even

summary: you and your ex boyfriend luigi cuck your current idiot of a boyfriend after you catch him in bed with a HOOKER 😱

warnings: male tears, cucking, head (f!receiving) luigi is cocky asf and a munch

notes: please ignore. way too high and thought this was profound

“are you FUCKING kidding me?”

there your boyfriend was, in bed with a hooker. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

well that’s a lie, if anything you knew this would come eventually, you’d just been way too naive to admit it to yourself.

malcom’s eyes widened as he scrambles to cover himself, his face flushing red.

"b-b-baby, p-please," he stammers, tripping over his words like an absolute numptie. “it’s n-not what it l-looks like!"

you cross your arms, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you mock his pathetic stutter. "b-b-bullshit, m-malcom! i let you live here r-r-rent f-f-free and this is how you r-r-repay m-me???”

your eyes darted to the prostitute still sprawled across your bed, clutching the sheets like they’d save her.

with a voice sharp enough to cut glass, you snap, “and you, get the fuck out of my house, NOW!”

the woman flinched, scrambling to gather her scattered clothes in a frantic heap. as she stumbled to her feet, she shot malcom a venomous glare, spat directly on his chest, and hissed, “DICKHEAD!” clutching her belongings, she bolted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you turn your gaze to malcom, who sat frozen, the spit glistening on his chest, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. with a voice cold and steady, you murmur “put some clothes on and pack your shit.”

malcom’s eyes glisten with tears, his lip trembling as he looked up at you, desperation in his voice. “no.” he chokes out, shaking his head weakly.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a smirk curling your lips as you lean n slightly. “no? you sure?” you said, voice dripping with mockery. “alright, i’ll just give luigi a call then, heard he’s back in town.”

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luigi, your ex boyfriend, was someone you parted ways with not because of any betrayal or lack of chemistry, but simply because the distance between you became too much to deal with. you met him a few years back when you were both at the same college, and the connection was instant. electric, even.

he was charming, confident, and had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. but when he moved across the country for a job, the strain of a long distance relationship wore you both down. late night calls and sporadic visits couldn’t sustain the spark, so you mutually decided to end it, though you stayed on good terms. there was always a lingering "what if" in the back of your mind when it came to him.

now, standing in front of malcom, the contrast between the two men couldn’t be starker. sex with luigi was something else entirely… passionate, intense, and deeply satisfying. he knew exactly how to touch you, how to read your body, and he took his time, making sure you were left trembling and breathless.

with luigi, you never had to fake it, he could make you cum effortlessly, sometimes multiple times in a single night, leaving you blissed out and craving more. it was like he had a map to your desires, and he navigated it with ease.

malcom, on the other hand, was a disappointment in comparison. sex with him was lackluster, rushed, and entirely focused on his own pleasure. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even come close to getting you there.

it was mechanical, predictable, and left you feeling more frustrated than fulfilled. where luigi was a maestro in bed, malcom was like a clumsy amateur, fumbling through without a clue.

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malcom’s teary eyes narrow at your taunt, his voice shaking but defiant. “you wouldn’t dare.” he said as he tried to call your bluff.

you smirk, unfazed, and pull your phone from your pocket. without breaking eye contact, you scroll to luigi’s name, tap the call button, and put it on speaker.

malcom sits there on the bed, frozen in shock, his wide eyes locked on the phone as if it were a ticking bomb. his mouth hangs open, the spit on his chest still glistening, his earlier defiance crumbling into pure panic.

after a few rings, the call connected, and luigi’s warm, familiar voice fills the room.

“hey you,” he says, his tone casual but laced with a hint of surprise and affection.

“heyy,” you reply, your voice smooth and deliberate. “heard you were back in town. been thinking about you lately.”

luigi chuckles, his voice dropping playfully. “oh yeah? you miss me?”

you lean against the wall, letting your tone turn flirty, a teasing edge to it. “yes, in fact… come over and fuck me.”

malcom’s jaw dropped further, his face paling as he stares, utterly speechless.

luigi pauses for a beat, then asked “what about that guy you’re with? whats-his-face?”

you rolled your eyes, glancing at malcom with disgust. “i just caught him in bed with a hooker,” you said flatly, watching malcom flinch as if you’d slapped him.

luigi burst out laughing, the sound rich and unrestrained. “i warned you about him.”

you sighed, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i know, i’m an idiot, okay? i own up to it. shut up and come over. i miss your dick.”

luigi’s voice dropped, thick with heat. “well i miss how your pretty pussy tastes. it’s all i think about whenever i jerk off.”

you purr into the phone, “i know, baby.”

he chuckles darkly. “how about i eat you out while he watches?”

malcom lets out a choked sob, his hands covering his face as fat tears stream down his cheeks, his body shaking with pathetic whimpers.

you glance at him, then smirk. “you know what? that’s a good idea.”

luigi’s tone is all business now, laced with anticipation. “i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” the call ended with a click.

you toss the phone onto the bed and fix your gaze on malcom, who’s still sobbing, his face buried in his hands. “hear that?” you say, your voice sharp and unyielding. “and you’re gonna stay and watch. understand?”

malcom shoulders shake, but he lifts his head just enough to nod, tears streaking his face, his eyes hollow with defeat.

your anger flares, and you step closer, voice rising. “say you understand!”

malcom flinches, his voice barely a whisper through his sobs. “i understand.”

you smile.

“thank you.”

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ten minutes later, a sharp, confident knock reverberates through the house, pulling you from the haze of your fury.

you stride to the front door, pulse hammering in your veins, and fling it open. there stands luigi, looking like he stepped out of a fever dream. he’s even sexier than you remember, his dark hair slightly tousled, his jawline sharper, muscles taut under a fitted black shirt that clings to his frame.

his eyes lock onto yours, sparking with that familiar mix of mischief and hunger. a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips, and before he can say a word, you grab the collar of his shirt, yank him toward you, and crash your lips into his.

the kiss is fierce, all heat and urgency, your tongues tangling as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. You’re still standing in the open doorway, the cool night air brushing your skin, but the world beyond him doesn’t exist.

he breaks the kiss just enough to lean in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you reply, your voice a sultry purr, thick with want as you linger close, your fingers still curled in his shirt.

his smirk widens, and he tilts his head, glancing past you into the house. “so, where’s the asshole?”

you chuckle, a dark edge to it, and step back, offering him your hand. “right this way.”

you lace your fingers with his, his grip warm and firm, and lead him through the house, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. the anticipation builds with every step, a delicious coil of heat tightening in your core. when you reach the bedroom doorway, you pause, taking in the sorry sight before you.

malcom is still slumped on the bed, a sniveling mess, his face splotchy and red from crying. tears stream down his cheeks, his hands tremble in his lap, and he’s too paralyzed by shock to even move. he looks like a broken toy, discarded and pathetic.

luigi leans casually against the doorframe, his smirk sharpening as he sizes malcom up. “hey man.” he says, voice smooth and taunting. “i’m luigi. what’s your name?”

malcom’s head jerks up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a mix of shame and fury. “you know my name! we went to penn together!” he snaps, his voice cracking, the words half swallowed by a sob.

luigi lets out a low, mocking laugh, unfazed, and steps closer, his presence commanding the room. he looms over Malcolm, his tone shifting to something colder, more pointed. “now why the fuck would you cheat on someone like her?” he asks, gesturing toward you with a tilt of his head.

“look at her, she’s smart as hell, kind, gorgeous, the whole package. what kind of idiot throws that away?”

you roll your eyes, the flattery stoking the fire already burning inside you. stepping toward luigi, you let your hand trail across his chest, your voice dropping to a sultry, impatient drawl. “kiss me.”

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you’ve always dreamt about having sex with luigi again, the memory of his touch haunting your late night fantasies long after you parted ways.

his hands knew exactly where to grip, his mouth where to linger, his cock hitting every spot with relentless precision until you were a trembling, moaning wreck. he’d fuck you with a rhythm that felt like it was carved into your soul, deep, deliberate thrusts that stretched you perfectly, his fingers teasing your clit in sync until you shattered, screaming his name as your pussy clenched around him.

no one else ever came close to that kind of ecstasy, least of all malcom, whose clumsy attempts barely registered. but as much as you craved luigi’s body again, you never imagined it would happen like this… in front of another man, with malcom’s pathetic sobs as the backdrop.

currently, you’re sprawled on the bedroom floor, the cool hardwood pressing against your back as luigi’s face is buried between your thighs. his tongue is a fucking revelation, lapping at your dripping cunt with a hunger that makes your toes curl. he’s sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that sends electric shocks through your core.

his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking hard, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue, each one pulling a desperate moan from your throat. your juices coat his chin, glistening as he groans against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.

he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, slick and fast, while his mouth works your clit like he’s starving for it, teasing every sensitive nerve until your vision blurs. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your core against his face as you chase the edge of oblivion.

malcom’s still there, slumped on the bed, his tear-streaked face a distant blur. his whimpers are white noise, drowned out by the wet sounds of luigi’s tongue and the ragged gasps spilling from your lips. you didn’t expect this, luigi devouring you on the floor while malcom watches, broken and irrelevant but the raw power of it, the sheer dominance, only makes your pleasure sharper.

his fingers thrust deeper, curling inside your soaking cunt, stretching you just right as he pumps them in and out, the slick sounds mingling with your ragged moans. he pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with hunger as he growls, “missed doing this.”

you moan, your voice thick with need, “i know.” your hips buck toward his face, desperate for more, and he dives back in without hesitation. his tongue lashes at your clit, flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes before he sucks it hard, drawing a cry from your lips. his fingers don’t stop, plunging deeper, faster, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room as he works you toward the edge. he’s messy, ravenous, his chin drenched with your juices as he licks and sucks, his groans vibrating against your sensitive folds.

he lifts his head just enough to glance at malcom, his voice dripping with mockery. “see, asshole? this is how you please a woman.” his tongue dives back in, lapping at your dripping slit, tracing every fold before sucking your clit again, harder this time, making your back arch off the floor. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

malcom’s sobs grow louder, a pathetic wail that cuts through the haze of your pleasure but doesn’t dim it. he’s still slumped on the bed, his tear streaked face twisted in anguish, but he’s nothing. just a shadow in the room as luigi claims you.

luigi doesn’t stop, his tongue relentless, swirling and flicking your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper, the wet sounds obscene as your pussy clenches around him. his lips graze your folds, sucking them softly before diving back to your clit, teasing it with quick, precise licks that make your moans turn to screams. your hands claw at his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs tremble, the edge of release so close you can taste it.

“i’m gonna cum!” you gasp, your voice hoarse, desperate, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

luigi’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and feral, his lips glistening with your juices. “yeah, cum in my mouth,” he growls, his voice low and hungry. “i want it all.” he dives back in, his tongue lashing at your swollen clit, sucking it hard before flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes.

his fingers pump faster, deeper, curling just right, and the wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as he pushes you over the brink.

your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a scream tearing from your throat as your body convulses. your pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your juices flooding his mouth. luigi moans, his tongue lapping up every drop, greedy and relentless.

he doesn’t stop, his lips sucking your clit softly now, then licking along your slick folds, drinking in every bit of your release. his fingers slow but stay buried inside you, coaxing out the last shudders of your climax as your body trembles, your chest heaving with ragged gasps.

his chin is drenched, glistening with your cum, and he groans again, savoring the taste as he licks you clean, his tongue tracing every sensitive inch of your pulsing cunt.

you collapse back against the floor, your body spent, the afterglow washing over you like a warm tide. luigi stays between your thighs for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he presses a final, lingering kiss to your clit, making you twitch.

then he shifts, stretching out beside you, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand rests on your thigh, possessive, as you both lie there, the air thick with the scent of sex and the quiet hum of your shared satisfaction. your heart still races, your skin tingling with the memory of his touch, and you can feel the slickness between your legs, the evidence of what he’s done to you.

luigi turns his head, his eyes narrowing as they land on malcom, still slumped on the bed, his face a mess of tears and snot, his crying having now subsided.

his voice cuts through the room, cold and commanding, dripping with disdain. “i think you should get the fuck out of her house and never come back.”

ur all probably gonna read this and be like “palmy what the fuck” but i had to get this out of my system idk😭

tags: @alleviatcd @luigisbambinaaa @diors002 @corrodeddeadlydoll @contrarianshitstan-blog @weegeewifey @mangionesdoll @mangobabygirl @luigisnumber1fan @fligniuz @number1yearner @soulsmangione @ohsorrythen @bbyelle12 @briarloves @mangionesdaisy @thm12 @purplebadd1e @kikigoogoogaga @daydreamingwithluigi

masterlist | previous work

“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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hope u guys like :,)

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luigi at a halloween party (2019) + crumbs

good morning

write us sthg like electricity is out, it will be for hours, Luigi decides it's a good opportunity to play cards he explains the rules to you but it bores the shit out of u and u cant stop staring at his neck and arms and he notices

outage

summary: when the power goes out, you find a rather interesting way to pass the time with your boyfriend.

warnings: smut, light bondage (lu is tied up and also blindfolded😣) breast sucking, p in v, breeding, female masturbation

notes: don’t like don’t read 🤪🤪🤪🤪

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you and luigi are cuddled up in bed, wrapped in soft blankets, the tv at the end of your shared bed lighting up with mario kart. he’s propped up against the wall, one arm around you, while you’re curled up against his chest, wearing nothing but his blue bali shirt that he wore religiously.

the comforting scent of him clings to the fabric, loose and cozy on you. he’s always said his clothes are your clothes, a sentiment that makes you feel even closer. his bare legs tangle with yours under the covers, his free hand resting on your hip as the nintendo switch hums to life.

“i can’t wait to absolutely kick your ass.” luigi says, his voice laced with playful confidence as he scrolls through the character select screen. he pauses, then showcases a cocky grin, locking in his choice.

“i’m gonna go with luigi. the BEST character in the franchise.” he declares, giving you a cheeky side eye. “who you gonna try to beat me with, huh?”

snorting softly, you navigate the character select screen, pausing briefly before picking peach. “i’m gonna go with my girl peach. watch, she’ll fucking DESTROY you.” you say, confirming your choice with a smug glance his way.

he laughs, his hand grazing your hip in a teasing nudge as he leans in, his bare chest warm against your side. “you’re all talk,” he shoots back, his voice dripping with playful bravado. “peach doesn’t stand a chance against my skills.” smirking, he settles back against the wall, controller in hand, as moonview highway loads up, the vibrant track lighting up the tv.

the countdown blares, and you both lean forward, focused. “three, two, one, go!” you call out, your kart surging forward with a boost. luigi’s kart is right beside you, weaving expertly through the track, but you nudge his arm with a grin. “hey, watch it lu! or you’re going down!”

“down? did you forget that i’m untouchable?” he retorts, laughing as he tries to bump your kart off the track. “take this!” his luigi kart edges ahead, but you’ve got a trick up your sleeve.

smirking, you lean over, one hand playfully covering his eyes. “hey! stop it! that’s cheating!” he protests, chuckling as his kart swerves, narrowly dodging traffic.

“what’s the matter baby? can’t see?” you tease, giggling as you keep your hand there a moment longer, your peach kart speeding past with a red shell locked and loaded. but before you can launch it, a sharp crack rings out, and the tv goes dead, the room plunging into pitch black silence as the power cuts out.

luigi’s laugh fades into a frustrated huff. “seriously? right when i was winning?” he mutters, gently pulling your hand from his eyes, his tone tinged with annoyance at the outage.

you try to laugh it off, leaning against his chest, the blue bali shirt still clinging to your body. “guess the universe is team peach!” you say lightly, but the quiet of the darkened room presses in, the cozy vibe strained as luigi’s arms wrap tighter around you, both of you sitting in the stillness, blankets tangled around you.

he lets out a soft chuckle, shifting to pull you closer. “oh, be quiet.” he teases, his voice warm and playful despite the power cut’s weight. he tilts his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he lets out a quiet sigh, the sound mingling with the silence.

a flush creeps up your cheeks, the warmth of his kiss sparking a shy smile as you nestle closer, the darkness hiding your blush. “okay, fine, but we gotta figure this out,” you murmur, grabbing your phone from the tangle of blankets.

the screen’s glow lights up your face as you pull up your power company’s website, scrolling through outage updates. “let’s see… looks like they’re saying power should be back in a couple hours…” you say, glancing at luigi, his face softly illuminated by the phone’s light.

“a couple hours?” luigi says with a grin, his tone light as he shifts, reaching for the nightstand. “alright. i’ve got cards around here somewhere.” he digs out a tattered deck, smirking. “wanna play? lose owes the winner breakfast in bed.”

you raise an eyebrow, setting your phone aside. “deal. but don’t start crying when i beat you.”

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moments later, you’re both sitting cross legged on the bed, blankets pushed aside, a small candle on the bedside table casting a warm, flickering glow over the card deck between you. luigi is enthusiastically explaining the rules of crazy eights, his voice filled with excitement as he drones on.

you’re already bored, tuning out his little rant, your eyes drawn to his neck, where the striking, purple hickeys you left last night stand out sharply against his skin.

your mind slips back to the previous evening, when you rode him with fierce, unrelenting intensity, hips slamming and grinding in a relentless, feverish cadence. his hands gripped your thighs, fingers sinking into your flesh as his loud groans filled the air, fueling your fire.

you leaned forward, lips and teeth ravaging his neck, sucking with bruising force and biting hard, leaving dark, possessive marks as his body shook beneath you, your nails raking down his chest, marking your territory as you both lost yourselves in the wild, untamed passion.

“babe, are you even listening to me?” luigi’s voice cuts through, snapping you back to reality, his brow raised and a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he catches you staring.

“nope.” you say casually, giving a small shrug as your eyes now linger on his biceps.

luigi raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a curious smirk as he watches you, still catching his breath from moments before.

without a word, you shift, moving with deliberate grace to straddle his lap, your thighs settling over his as you press yourself close, the warmth of your body reigniting the heat between you. his hands instinctively find your hips, gripping lightly as he looks up at you, intrigued.

you lean in, your lips brushing just shy of his ear, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “i’ve got a better idea.” you murmur, your tone teasing yet laced with promise, as you roll your hips ever so slightly, sparking a hungry glint in his eyes.

luigi’s grin deepens, his hands slipping from your hips to your backside, fingers gripping tightly as he draws you closer, the heat of his touch sparking a shiver down your spine. his voice, rough and thick with curiosity, rumbles as he angles his head to meet your gaze. “that so? care to share?” he teases, egging you on as his thumbs trace slow, deliberate circles against your skin.

your lips curl into a mischievous smile as you pull back slightly, just enough to let your fingers trail down his chest. without breaking eye contact, you tug at the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it upward, exposing the taut muscles beneath. luigi lifts his arms, letting you slide the fabric off completely, and you toss it aside, your hands immediately returning to roam his bare skin, savoring the warmth and the way his muscles tense under your touch.

your fingers linger on his shoulders, tracing slow, deliberate paths as you tilt your head, a playful glint in your eyes. “you know that purple tie you always wear to formal events?” you say, your voice low and suggestive, a teasing edge to your words as you lean in closer, letting the implication hang in the charged space between you.

luigi’s smirk falters slightly, his eyes narrowing as a hint of nervous curiosity creeps into his expression. “yeah… what about it?” he asks, his voice tinged with a cautious edge, though the heat in his gaze betrays his intrigue as he shifts beneath you.

your lips curve into a sly grin, and you lean even closer, your breath warm against his skin. “give it here.” you reply, your tone commanding yet playful, the words carrying a spark of mischief as you hold his gaze, daring him to comply.

he hesitates for a moment, then lets out a low chuckle, the sound laced with both nerves and excitement. leaning to the side, he reaches for the bedside table, his fingers quickly finding the familiar purple tie draped over the edge. he grabs it, the silky fabric catching the dim light as he hands it to you, his eyes locked on yours, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty flickering in them.

you take the tie, letting it slide through your fingers as you flash him a wicked smile. “atta boy,” you murmur, your voice dripping with teasing authority.

then, leaning in close, you let your gaze drop to his hands before meeting his eyes again. “give me your wrists, lu.” you say, the command soft but firm, the tie dangling in your hand as you wait for him to obey.

his breath quickens, his cheeks flushing slightly as he fidgets beneath you, his usual confidence replaced by a nervous energy.

“w-wait, hold on…” he stammers, his voice cracking with a mix of excitement and apprehension. His eyes dart from the tie to your face, wide and searching. “are you gonna tie me up?” he asks, the words tumbling out in a flustered rush, his hands hovering uncertainly as he tries to figure out your intentions.

you smile, relishing in his flustered state, your eyes glinting with mischief as you lean in closer, letting the tie dangle teasingly in your hand. “your wrists, lu.” you repeat, your voice low and commanding, each word deliberate and leaving no room for argument.

luigi swallows hard, his flush deepening as he hesitates for a split second before slowly extending his wrists toward you, his movements tentative but obedient, his eyes never leaving yours. the vulnerability in his gaze sends a thrill through you as you take his wrists, your fingers brushing his skin as you loop the purple tie around them. with practiced ease, you knot the silky fabric tightly enough to secure his wrists together, the tie binding him firmly but not painfully.

still smiling, you tug the loose end of the tie and lean forward, guiding it toward the bed frame. you loop it through a slat, pulling it taut and tying it off with a deft knot, anchoring his bound wrists above his head.

he tugs lightly, testing the restraint, his breath quickening as he realizes he’s truly at your mercy, his nervous excitement palpable in the charged air between you.

his eyes meet yours, they’re wide and doe like, shimmering with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. the flush still lingers on his cheeks as he waits, anticipating your next move.

without a word, you lean over to the bedside table, your fingers brushing against the drawer before pulling it open. you retrieve the familiar black blindfold he wore last christmas, its sleek fabric slightly worn but still striking, a teasing reminder of that heated holiday night.

holding it up, you let it dangle between your fingers, the sight of it drawing a soft, nervous whine from luigi as his eyes widen further, the tension between you sparking with new possibilities.

you lean in, your voice dropping to a low, seductive purr as you hold the blindfold just out of his grasp, relishing the growing tension. “want you to wear this for me,” you say, your tone a mix of command and playful tease, your eyes locked on his, urging him to surrender completely. “can you do that?”

luigi groans, his large, vulnerable eyes glinting with desperate longing. “god, please,” he gasps, his voice shaky but burning with need, “put it on me.”

your smirk eases into a gentle smile as you lean in, the black blindfold gliding through your fingers with careful precision. you slowly drape it over his head, settling the soft fabric over his eyes, adjusting it until it fits securely, enveloping him in darkness.

he gasps softly at the sensation, his body tensing for a moment before softening under your touch. with the blindfold secure, you cradle his face gently, your thumbs tracing along his jaw as you lean forward and press a lingering, tender kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth and the way he tilts toward you, seeking more.

easing back just enough to speak, your voice is soft, threaded with concern. “is this alright?” you ask, your fingers resting lightly on his cheeks, studying his face for any hint of uncertainty, though his quickened breaths suggest his willing surrender.

his eyes meet yours, warm and certain. “yes,” he murmurs, his voice low and earnest, before a small, pleading smile tugs at his lips. “kiss me again.”

you crack a smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you lean closer, the blindfold already snug around his head, cloaking him in darkness. his breath catches, anticipation evident in the slight parting of his lips. you press your mouth to his, starting with a slow, teasing brush of lips, savoring the softness. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in as you deepen the kiss, your tongue sliding against his, hungry and insistent.

the blindfold sharpens his senses, drawing a soft moan from him as he leans into you, the kiss growing fervent, heat surging between you with every breathless, electric moment.

luigi’s wrists, bound tightly above his head, strain against the restraints, leaving him helpless to touch you. your lips crash against his in a fierce, consuming rhythm, tongues entwining as you lean into him, the heat of his body radiating against yours. a shaky whimper spills from him, vibrating against your mouth as you deepen the kiss, your fingers grazing his jaw to tilt his head just so.

another soft whimper escapes, his breath ragged and uneven, as the intensity surges, each kiss more ravenous and overwhelming, the blindfold amplifying every sensation into a torrent of fiery need.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, and slowly, you slip off the blue bali shirt you’re wearing. its soft fabric brushing against your skin as you peel it away, leaving you completely naked.

the cool air prickles your skin, but the heat between you burns hotter. he can’t see you, the blindfold keeping him in darkness, but his sharp intake of breath tells you he senses the shift, the faint rustle of fabric betraying your movements.

luigi’s head tilts, straining to catch any sound, and his voice breaks the silence, low and laced with desperate curiosity. “what’re you doing?” he asks, the words quivering as his bound wrists jerk against the restraints.

you smirk, choosing not to respond immediately, and slide closer, settling directly in front of him. you spread your legs wide, and oh god… the sight of him… blindfolded, wrists tied above his head, utterly vulnerable, his chest heaving with ragged breaths… sends a surge of desire through you.

“god, look at you…” you murmur, your voice low and sultry, “all tied up, blindfolded… it makes me so fucking wet.”

your fingers glide down your body, parting your thighs further as you touch yourself, stroking slowly at first, then with more urgency, your slick fingers circling and teasing your clit. the wet sounds of your movements fill the air, deliberate and provocative, and his head snaps toward the noise, a choked whimper spilling from his lips as he realizes what you’re doing.

“you fucking monster…” he groans, his voice a mix of frustration and raw need, his wrists straining against the binds. his chest heaves, and he pleads, “at least let me watch, please…”

you smirk, leaning closer but keeping your touch steady, the heat of your own arousal building. “no,” you purr, voice low and teasing, “but you can listen. if you’re good, who knows… i might reward you after.”

the promise hangs, heavy and teasing, as you continue to touch yourself with brazen confidence. your fingers circle your swollen clit with slow, deliberate rubs, the slick, sensitive bud throbbing beneath your touch. the soft, wet sounds of your movements cut through the silence, each calculated glide amplifying the raw heat building within you and charging the air with anticipation.

every wet glide of your fingers over your clit pulls a shaky, desperate whimper from luigi, his body squirming with helpless need.

“stop squirming.” you command, your voice low and teasing, fingers pausing for a moment as you lean closer, letting the weight of your words hang in the air.

“i can’t help it,” he gasps, his voice thick with desperation, a pleading edge cutting through. “at least… ride my face… let me taste that sweet cunt.” he begs, the words tumbling out, raw and needy, his lips parting as he waits, every muscle taut with anticipation.

you let out a soft, teasing chuckle, your fingers pausing briefly as you lean in, your breath warm against his ear. “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” you murmur, voice low and commanding, dripping with intent as you settle back, leaving his plea unanswered for now.

positioned just in front of him, thighs spread wide, a trembling moan spills from you, needy and low, as you slide two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them against your pulsing walls, pumping with a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickens, the obscene squelch of your soaked pussy filling the air.

your hips rock faintly, fingers diving deeper, slick with creamy arousal, each thrust coaxing another breathy moan from your throat. as you touch yourself, your eyes catch the noticeable tent in luigi’s sweatpants, the fabric straining against his obvious arousal, a sight that makes your lips curl with satisfaction.

luigi stays still in front of you, his body rigid with restraint, but his tortured whimpers and ragged groans escape, each of your moans drawing a pained sound from him. his bound wrists remain fixed, tied to the bed frame, the blindfold heightening every wet sound your slick fingers, your soft, pornagraphic moans, pushing him to the brink of insanity as he’s forced to listen, unable to move or see.

the coil in your stomach tightens, a hot, pulsing knot of pleasure growing more intense with every stroke. your fingers work faster, plunging deeper into your drenched core, curling against that sensitive spot that makes your thighs tremble.

the slick sound of your arousal grows louder, mingling with your escalating moans, each one more desperate and unrestrained than the last as you chase the edge. your hips buck slightly, your clit throbbing under the relentless circles of your thumb, the heat building to an unbearable peak.

luigi’s moans grow more frantic, his voice cracking with need as he listens to your every sound… the wet glide of your fingers, the shuddering gasps spilling from your lips. his whimpers turn into low, continuous groans, raw and helpless, the tent in his sweatpants twitching as your pleasure drives him further into a haze of tortured longing, his body trembling with the effort to stay still under the weight of his own denied desire.

the knot in your core tightens, a searing pulse of ecstasy swelling with each thrust of your fingers. you drive them deeper, quicker, curling against that sweet spot within your soaked core, your slick walls gripping them tightly.

the heat surges, your body shaking as you hover on the brink of release, every nerve sparking with bliss. leaning forward slightly, you taunt him, your voice a low, sultry tease.

“do you like listening to me play with my pussy, lu?” you ask, the words dripping with provocation as you let a particularly loud moan follow, pushing him further into his torment.

luigi’s response is a ragged, trembling groan, his voice thick with desperation. “yes… fuck, yes…” he chokes out, the words raw and fervent.

you smirk, his begging fueling your fire. your fingers keep working between your thighs, now rubbing your swollen, slick clit with slow, purposeful circles, the lewd sounds echoing in the charged quiet. a low, sultry moan spills from you, bold and unrestrained, as the pleasure surges, your hips grinding against your hand to chase the growing heat.

the sight of him… blindfolded and at your mercy… pushes you closer to the brink. your moans turn wild, loud and desperate, as your fingers move faster, drenched in your arousal, the tension inside you building to a breaking point.

you gasp sharply, and your body wracks with violent spasms as a ferocious orgasm rips through you, your fingers saturated with your dripping juices, frantically grinding against your swollen, pulsating clit as your hips thrash uncontrollably, milking every last convulsive wave of pleasure.

the obscene, sloppy noise of your soaking wet release echoes loudly, a brazen symphony of your climax. luigi lets out a tortured, animalistic groan at the sound, his body convulsing wildly against the unyielding restraints.

a raw, choking cry bursts from him as he comes hard in his pants, a hot, sticky flood surging through the fabric, the drenched, darkened patch spreading lewdly across his crotch and thighs, his blindfolded face twisted in frantic, helpless surrender as the vivid sound of your explosive orgasm obliterates his restraint, driving him into a shuddering, messy climax.

your gaze locks onto the glistening wet spot plastered against his sweatpants, the material clinging tightly to his skin, outlining every detail. a wicked smirk curls your lips as you lean in.

“did you just cum in your pants?” you taunt, voice dripping with playful mockery, your fingers grazing the edge of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble under your touch.

luigi’s chest heaves, his blindfolded face flushing crimson beneath the silk. “couldn’t help it,” he groans, his voice rough and thick with desperate need. “i don’t even need to see you, your pretty fucking noises alone are enough to get me off.” he confesses, each word trembling with sheer honesty.

his head tilts toward you, lips parted, quivering with anticipation. “kiss me please.” he begs, his voice soft yet laced with urgent hunger.

your lips smash against his in a ravenous, unrestrained kiss, tongues clashing in a wet, fervent tangle. his bound wrists jerk against the restraints above his head, a muffled whimper vibrating against your mouth as you press your body against his, deepening the kiss.

your teeth nip at his lower lip, tugging lightly, while your tongue explores his mouth with possessive intensity. his desperate moans blend with yours, the heat of his ragged breaths mingling in the air, the blindfold amplifying every sensation as you consume each other in a sloppy, heated frenzy.

pulling back just enough to catch your breath, you sport a devilish, shit eating grin, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you study his flushed, helpless state.

“aww, poor baby, want me to get those soaked pants off for you?” you tease, your voice low and dripping with provocation, your fingers lingering tantalizingly close to his waistband, brushing the damp fabric.

“please baby,” he begs, his voice cracking with raw hunger, desperation. “take them off, please, just fuck me, i’m begging you.” he gasps, his body trembling violently, blindfolded and yours to use.

his words spill out in a frantic, pleading rush, each syllable soaked in aching, unrestrained need as he strains toward you, craving your touch with every fiber of his being.

your grin widens, a predatory edge to it as you slide your hands to his waistband, fingers hooking into the damp, cum soaked sweatpants. you tug them down slowly, the fabric peeling away from his skin, revealing his drenched calvin kleins underneath, the outline of his cock straining obscenely against the tight material. you drag the sweatpants past his thighs, letting them pool at his ankles, before turning to the underwear.

hooking your fingers under the waistband, you pull his underwear down, the sticky fabric resisting briefly before giving way, freeing his cock. it springs up, thick and impossibly hard, easily eight inches long, veined and glistening with a mix of precum and the remnants of his prior release. the head is swollen, flushed a deep, angry red, pulsing with need.

your breath catches at the sight, a rush of heat flooding your core as you take in its size, the sheer weight of it making your thighs clench instinctively. you feel an aching urge, your body thrumming with the urge to claim him, to feel every inch of him stretching you open.

you shift forward, climbing over him, your knees bracketing his hips as you straddle him. his blindfolded face tilts up, sensing your movement, a shaky whine escaping his lips. your slick folds brush against the tip of his cock, teasing, and his body jerks beneath you, a desperate groan spilling out.

slowly, torturously, you lower yourself, guiding his thick length to your entrance. the blunt head presses against your dripping pussy, and you sink down, inch by agonizing inch, feeling the delicious, burning stretch as he fills you. your walls clench around him, slick and tight, as you take him deeper, the sensation overwhelming his size splitting you open, every vein and ridge dragging against your sensitive inner walls.

you moan, loud and unrestrained, your hands bracing on his chest as you bottom out, his cock buried to the hilt, your clit grinding against his pelvis. the fullness is intoxicating, sending shivers through you as you pause, savoring the way he throbs inside you, his bound wrists straining and his blindfolded face contorted in helpless, desperate need.

you begin to ride him slowly, lifting your hips just enough to let his veined cock slide partway out before sinking back down, each deliberate motion making your walls clench tightly around him. the slow drag of his length inside your sensitive cunt is exquisite, a simmering pleasure that makes you nearly scream, your hands splayed across his chest for balance.

“oh baby… baby…” luigi whines, his voice high and frantic, dripping with desperation. “fucking incredible…” a booming, shuddering moan spills from him, his blindfolded head tilting as if to follow your presence, his body trembling beneath you.

the sinful sounds of your pussy gliding over his cock mingle with his desperate whimpers, each slow, torturous thrust coaxing more plaintive noises from him. your chest nearly brushes against his, the intimate closeness amplifying the heat between you.

“feel that, angel?” you purr, your voice low and teasing, laced with a seductive edge. “i’m taking my time with you.” a soft, throaty moan escapes you, mingling with his desperate sounds.

luigi whines, a high, frantic sound, his blindfolded head tilting as if chasing your voice. “please, go faster,” he begs, his voice cracking with need. “i can’t take it, please, fuck, faster!” another loud, shuddering moan spills from him, his body trembling beneath you.

you laugh at his pleading, but his desperation awakens something in you. “aww, want it faster lu?” you tease, your voice dripping with control as you shift your pace. you slam your hips down harder, now riding him with relentless, ferocious speed, your pussy swallowing his thick cock in rapid, greedy thrusts.

you moan loudly, unrestrained, your nails digging into his chest, leaving crimson marks. luigi’s moans turn into a continuous, broken wail, his body jerking beneath you, wrists straining against the binds. “oh i love you… i love you… fuck, i love you!” he cries, his voice hoarse, each word punctuated by a desperate, booming moan as his face contorts in helpless, overwhelmed surrender, consumed by the intensity of your ruthless rhythm.

your noises grow wilder, untamed, as the pleasure surges within you. “my sweet boy, i love you too,” you gasp, voice thick with passion, quivering with the heat of the moment. leaning closer, your body tantalizingly near his, you guide your left breast to his parted lips, the soft, heavy curve brushing his mouth.

“suck.” you command, voice low and laced with authority, and he complies instantly, his lips closing around your nipple with ravenous hunger. his tongue swirls, hot and unyielding, sucking deeply, the sensation sending sharp, electric sparks to your core. his muffled groans vibrate against your skin, loud and needy, as he draws your breast deeper into his mouth.

the burning stretch of his size, the way his veined length drags against your pulsing inner walls, is nearly overwhelming, your body trembling with the heavenly feeling. your noises intertwine with his own, a symphony of desire, as you ride him harder, faster, your left breast still in his mouth, his desperate sucking driving you wild.

luigi’s voice breaks as he gasps, “oh my god, i’m close… fuck!” his words are laced with desperation, his body trembling beneath you, the blindfold amplifying his surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.

your own climax builds, the molten coil in your core tightening to a breaking point, your walls fluttering around his cock as you grind harder. “i’m close too,” you moan, voice shaky with need, your clit throbbing against his pelvis. “baby, cum for me.”

the command pushes him over the edge. he lets out one final loud, broken moan, his hips jerking upward as he cums fast, his thick, hot seed spilling deep inside you, pulse after pulse flooding your core. the sensation of his release, the way his cock throbs and spurts, triggers your own orgasm.

your pussy clenches around his length tighter than ever, milking him as you cum, your slick walls spasming violently, drenching his shaft in a gush of your juices. your loud, shuddering screams fill the room, mingling with his desperate cries, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crash through you, your clit pulsing against him, your core gripping him so tightly it’s almost painful.

his seed and your slick mix, leaking out around his cock, dripping down his balls and pooling beneath you as you ride out the intense, shuddering climax together, lost in the raw, consuming heat of each other.

as the aftershocks of your orgasm begin to fade, your breathing heavy and ragged, your fingers gently find the edge of the black blindfold. slowly, you slide it off his face, revealing his flushed, sweat dampened features. his eyes flutter open, and the moment they land on you, they light up with a mix of awe and adoration, sparkling as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

the sight of your flushed skin, your tousled hair, and the glistening evidence of your shared pleasure seems to captivate him, his gaze drinking you in with unrestrained devotion.

you smile softly, your hands moving to the purple tie binding his wrists. with careful, deliberate movements, you loosen the knot, freeing his hands from the bed frame. once unbound, you toss the silky tie aside, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

luigi’s arms, now free, immediately reach for you, his hands warm and eager as he pulls you down into a close, tender cuddle. his chest heaves beneath you, his heart still racing as he wraps his arms tightly around you, holding you like he never wants to let go.

as you settle against him, his soft cock slips free from your cunt, a trail of his seed and your juices leaking out, warm and sticky against your thighs. luigi lets out a soft, content sigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back as he nuzzles his face into your hair, his breath warm against your skin. the intimacy of the moment wraps you both in a quiet, blissful cocoon, your bodies pressed close, hearts beating in sync as you bask in the afterglow of your “session”.

after a moment, he shifts slightly, his lips brushing against your temple as he lets out a low, husky chuckle. “you know…” he murmurs, his voice still rough from exertion but laced with a playful warmth, “you should tie me up and blindfold me more often.”

his words carry a glint of teasing, but the way his arms tighten around you and the soft, appreciative glint in his eyes tell you he means it, already relishing the memory of being so completely at your mercy. he pulls you even closer, his smile pressing against your skin as he waits for your response, the quiet moment filled with shared affection and lingering heat.

you giggle. “maybe i should.”

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woulda had this out wayyy sooner but erm certain people from a certain website were attacking us LMFAOOO but i hope u all enjoy this!! pls lmk what u think 😋😋

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