Latest Posts by luigisbambinaaa - Page 6

@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 😣😣

appreciation post for this little curl on luigi’s ear that happens sometimes

No, you don’t understand I love me a man that don’t play about Halloween 😭👻🎃

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.”

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

I SPENT TWO WEEKS WRITING THIS SO U ALL BETTER GOBBLE IT UP NICE AND GOOD.

bent over the table

summary: a pool game with your boyfriend ends with him bending you over the table and making you squirt.

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, squirting

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you’re leaned against the wall, doing a poor job at pretending to give a shit about the game. it’s your boyfriend thats got you distracted.

there’s something almost erotic in the way he moves… deliberate, focused, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hands sure and practiced as he lines up the cue. every motion is smooth, controlled, confident. the ball sinks with a soft thud, and he straightens like it’s nothing. but it is. it’s everything.

there’s a slow heat curling low in your belly, a restless ache that makes you want to drag him close and kiss him until his lips are black and blue. you wanna see just how easily you’re able to break that nonchalant facade that he’s currently putting on.

you’re not here to win. you’re here for him.

so you make a decision.

when he offers you the cue stick, you take it slowly, eyes wide and innocent. “okay… so, um, remind me how to do this again?” you ask, feigning confusion as you glance down at the table. “where do i… stand?”

he raises an eyebrow. “you told me you’ve played before.”

shit. he’s onto you.

you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile. “might need a little refresher.”

you feel his burning gaze, it’s almost as if he sees right through you. but he doesn’t call you out on it. not out loud.

instead, he steps in behind you so close your breath stutters. his hands cover yours, firm and slow, adjusting your grip, but your focus splinters the moment his chest brushes your back. he smells like cedar and warmth.

slowly and deliberately, you press your hips back, letting your ass graze him. he stills, just for a second, and then you feel it. the way his breath catches, the way his cock hardens and begins to rub against you… but you ignore it. for now anyway.

“relax your grip,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “you wanna feel the cue, not fight it.”

you nod, trying to focus on the game, but it’s hard to do so when he’s this close. you can feel the heat radiating from him, and as his hands gently correct your stance, you feel his breath tickling your skin. you swallow, trying to ignore the growing heat between you. his chin rests on your shoulder and his lips brush your cheek in a soft, fleeting kiss, leaving you with a lingering warmth.

“just like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. you feel his cock get stiffer behind you, like he’s DYING to be inside you right here, right now. the slow rhythm of his movements send a pulse of desire through you, and you try to keep your breath steady, but it’s harder than it should be.

you take the shot, the ball gliding smoothly into the pocket. but it’s not the game you’re thinking about anymore. you can feel him still, the subtle shift of his weight, the way his hand lingers on yours. you want to turn, to look at him, but the pull of his presence keeps you right where you are.

“nice shot, bambina.” says, his voice a little rougher than before.

you finally glance over your shoulder, catching his eyes, and for a moment, the game fades into the background entirely.

you turn to face him fully, your gaze locking with his as you finally notice the faint blush coloring his cheeks. the warmth in his skin only adds to how breathtaking he looks, every feature highlighted in a way that makes him seem even more captivating.

“lu?” you ask, your tone playful. “what’s wrong? something on your mind?”

he doesn’t answer with words, he just closes the distance, hands landing on your hips, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin above your jeans. you suck in a breath, heat pooling low as he presses in.

then his mouth is on yours, hard and messy. you can taste the whiskey on his breath, sharp and burning, mixing with the heat of the moment as it leaves a burning, lingering trace on your lips.

you kiss him back just as fierce, fingers twisting into his pink button up, nails scraping his chest through the fabric. he groans when you bite down on his lip, and it’s like a switch flips. next thing you know, he’s spinning you around, fast and rough, making you squeal as your palms slap the table, allowing you to catch yourself.

you’re bent over again, ass pressed back against him. the pool balls scatter, rolling lazy across the felt as you shift, while whining.

"please lu,” you gasp, "i need you so badly… please fuck me."

"god bella, i’m gonna have you squirting all over the place.” he murmurs, voice all dark like honey and sin. he slides your jeans down your legs at a torturously slow pace, letting them crumple at your feet like a forgotten promise.

you hear him sink to his knees behind you, the soft thud sending a shiver up your spine, before his fingers catch the lace of your panties, pulling them down with a teasing drag, his breath a warm, fleeting kiss against your bare skin, setting your nerves alight.

his hands clamp down on your hips, thin fingers sinking into the soft meat of your flesh, as he yanks you back against his face with a force that makes your knees buckle. your ass is high, your thighs are spread wide, and you’re completely exposed. cunt glistening, swollen, and dripping before he even starts.

he groans at the sight, a guttural sound that rips out of his chest, and you feel the puff of his hot, shaky breath wash over the back of your thighs, teasing the slick that’s already smeared there. “fuck… i wish you could see yourself,” he mutters, “such a pretty pussy.”

then, he dives in like a man possessed.

his lips crash against your core, rough and greedy, stubble scraping raw against the tender skin as he spreads you open with his thumbs, pulling your folds apart until you’re gaping for him. he doesn’t ease in, his tongue plunges straight into your hole, thick and wet, thrusting deep with a sloppy, obscene squelch. you can hear it, the filthy wet sound of him fucking you with his mouth.

“tastes so fucking good.” he rasps, voice muffled against your flesh, and he’s panting now, breath hitching as he grinds his face into you, licking and sucking like he’s trying to devour you whole.

you’re moaning like a pornstar, loud and shameless, legs shaking, voice dripping with a desperation you can’t contain.

“oh lu! yes! don’t fucking stop!” you wail, the sound bouncing off the walls, mingling with the clack of yet another ball rolling somewhere across the table.

he pulls back for a split second, just enough to spit on your sopping cunt, it landing right on your clit before he smears it with his tongue, flicking hard and fast over the throbbing nub.

your hips jerk. “hold still.” he snarls, pinning you harder against the table as he sucks your sweet spot into his mouth, teeth grazing it just enough to make you yelp. his lips seal around it, pulling with a wet, rhythmic suction.

the pool table creaks under your thrashing, your palms slapping the wood as you brace, nails digging into the green felt. he’s relentless now, tongue darting back to plunge into your heat, thrusting with a force that has your walls pulsing.

he batters your cunt with rapid, ruthless strokes that leave you dizzy. his nose presses into you, his growls vibrating through your center, and the heat’s swelling, a tight, burning knot forming low in your belly. your thighs shake, slick with sweat and the mess he’s coaxing, and he shifts, lips sealing harder, sucking with a rhythm that steals your breath, leaving you panting.

“you’re getting close, aren’t you? i can feel it.” he rasps against you, voice dark and dripping with need, his tongue pausing just long enough to let the words sink in. “c’mon angel, squirt in my mouth, fucking give it to me… i want it.” then he’s back, relentless, tongue lashing faster, sucking fiercer, chasing that trembling pulse hes stoked.

your hips buck, desperate, and the wet sounds grow messier, with his spit and your arousal blending, trickling down your legs, pooling on the tile floor beneath you.

the coil in your lower belly snaps, white hot and overwhelming, and you’re right there. “baby… fuck! i’m-” you gasp, words crumbling as you break, a raw scream tearing free as you squirt hard into his waiting mouth. it’s hot, wet, gushing over his lips and tongue, as he moans low and guttural, lapping it up like it’s his lifeline. he doesn’t ease off, he keeps sucking, licking, drinking every shuddering pulse as your body convulses, legs collapsing beneath you.

he finally pulls back, just enough to rise from his knees, his presence looming behind you as you feel the shift of his weight. his hands slide up from your hips, tracing the curve of your waist, steadying you as your body still twitches with the echoes of release. then his lips find your shoulder, warm, tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. he presses a slow, lingering kiss there, his breath fanning over your damp skin, and you feel the faint scrape of his stubble as he nuzzles closer. “you did good, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, laced with pride and something softer, almost reverent.

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…me after i finished writing this

previous work

Running my fingers through Luigi’s curls while he lays and rest on my chest 😩.

omggg yes i need this so bad. want to call him my pretty boy with face smushed against my chest 🙂‍↕️ and his pretty curls all tousled and messy. and if u stop playing with his hair? he just blinks his bleary eyes open at you and pouts and mumbles “why’d you stop” <333

“it’s okay, your secret is safe with me” and winks??? ohhhhh😖

Is he gonna fuck me hard or not whats up

damnit anon now i am itching to write a oneshot based on this but i have too many things to work on so i can’t do all that rn…take this instead:

he thinks about it, for sure. probably fucks his fist a few nights thinking about you using your toy—he almost hopes that he’ll overhear it, but it never quite happens. he keeps trying to run into you again, but, much to his horror, you seem to be avoiding him, either out of embarrassment or maybe anger. regardless, he can’t have that. so one day when you leave to go to work you catch a note taped to your front door:

“Dear neighbor,

We don’t quite know each other, so I’ll keep this blunt: I truly hope I didn’t embarrass you with the package incident. I wanted to reach out and apologize for it, and let you know that I don’t think any differently of you—after all, I don’t have much to compare it to…

I’m not sure if this will quell your feelings about it. It might just make it worse, and if it does have that effect, I’d like to apologize for that too. You absolutely don’t have to respond, and I won’t expect that from you, so no pressure. I just wanted to make it known to you that I’m deeply sorry for any mortification it may have caused you, and I hope that we can move on from this with no hard feelings—but if that can’t quite happen, I understand completely.

Your neighbor, Luigi”

you ponder it for a bit. your nerves would probably settle if you just left it alone and forgot about the whole debacle, but you still haven’t quite made any friends in the area, and this is an opportunity, no matter how strange. eventually, once the initial anxiety has worn off, you decide to leave your own note on his door:

“Luigi,

Can I buy you a beer?

Your neighbor, ___”

luigi’s smile when he sees the surprise you’ve left for him is truly a sight to behold. and right then he takes a risk he wouldn’t have imagined he’d ever pull off had you asked him just minutes before he got here: he stops inside his place to grab two heinekens and then walks right over and knocks on your door. it’s a toss-up—he’s not even sure if you’re home—but sure enough, you open the door and are met with your neighbor’s handsome face once more, this time blushing and holding two beers, still grinning like an idiot.

“good news: you don’t have to buy me a beer,” he says.

so you crack open the bottle he hands you and the two of you sit and drink and talk, mostly about the package thing, but you get to learn a bit about your neighbor and new friend, too. maybe he mentions pokémon and you’re still holding on to your card collection from years ago, so you offer to show him—but maybe you should’ve tidied up your room before inviting someone in, let alone him, because right on your nightstand hooked up to your charging port is the very vibrator your cute neighbor accidentally opened. you stammer and apologize profusely and rush to stuff it into a drawer, but…

“that thing been working well for you?” luigi jokes.

and something in the air changes. maybe it’s the beer (probably not—he only brought two). but right then you take a risk you wouldn’t have imagined you’d ever pull off had you asked yourself just minutes before he knocked on your door: you grab your cute neighbor by his jacket and pull him in for a kiss, rushed and messy, with teeth clanking and noses bumping. and then you have a whiplash-inducing moment of clarity.

“fuck, i’m sorry—”

but before you can even finish apologizing luigi is kissing you again, hands planted firmly on your hips as he guides you to your bed…and i think you can imagine where that road ends and a new one begins ;-)

Working Hard or Hardly Working? — Luigi Mangione

Summary: You’re spending the afternoon in your college boyfriend Luigi’s dorm. He’s focused on homework, as always—but as his first girlfriend, you’ve learned when a little break might be worth it.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: EXPLICIT, foreplay/non-penetrative sex, oral (m! receiving), not fully proofread & revised, writer lost their fic virginity while composing this

A/N: Please note that this is my first time writing smut in any real detail, despite all my years of reading and writing. Any feedback or insight is deeply appreciated—it helps keep writers going! A special thank you to @fligniuz and @bambimangione for genuinely inspiring me lately with their incredible recent works and motivating me to finally sit down and write this. Study the greats, and become even greater!

“Luigi, just take a break already,” you sighed, leaning over his desk chair, your hands resting on the joint of his shoulders.

His eyes were locked on the laptop screen, the luminescence of his physics homework casting a soft light across his face, reflecting off the lenses of his thick-rimmed, square blue light glasses.

“Five more minutes, I swear,” he muttered under his breath, fingers still tapping rapidly at the keyboard, his thoughts racing in a whirlwind of formulas and laws as he focused intensely on whatever complex calculation he was trying to solve.

Rolling your eyes, your patience thinned with every excuse he threw your way—this, that, and the third. Of course, he just needed five more minutes, as promised, not by just any Taurus, but a May-born male Taurus like Luigi himself: undoubtedly loyal, tirelessly hardworking, but also annoyingly, impossibly stubborn—just like the Taurean bull.

“Five minutes? You said that twenty minutes ago. You’ve been at this for hours.”

Sliding one of your hands down his arm, your fingers brushing over his wrist, he finally paused, stopping in his tracks and pulling out of his thought process, his shoulders stiffening under your touch. When he turned his head to look at you, his face was flushed—that kind of flushed. The kind that told you he wasn’t just thinking about differential equations anymore, and maybe, despite having his watch right on his left wrist where he could see it in that exact moment whenever he needed to check time, he was losing his track of time for once.

And for once, though it nearly pained him to admit it, you were right.

“Okay,” he sighed, knowing better than to object any further, as you had made your point, almost shyly aware that you were right and he, in fact, was wrong. He closed the laptop with a soft click, then pushed his chair back and turned to face you fully, becoming yours for the time being. “You’re right. I need a break.”

The moment his lips met yours, the air in the room seemed to shift. His kiss was clumsy at first, hesitant, as if he was unsure whether he was doing it right—doing it right, in terms of kissing a girl. You didn’t mind; you never did. At times, it was endearing how hard he tried to please you, even when he wasn’t entirely sure how to express his affection for you, as your boyfriend, through romantic gestures. You intensified the kiss, gently lifting your hands to cradle his boyish face, the tips of your thumb and pointer fingers brushing along his cheekbones. He eagerly reciprocated, his hands locating the figure of your waist and drawing you closer.

Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel the warmth of him radiating through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, the steady thrum of his heartbeat syncing with your own. His hands wandered along your back, almost loveshy at first, fingertips ghosting over the fabric like he was memorizing the shape of you—before they grew bolder, more certain, as the kiss deepened into something far more than a long-awaited, overdue break from homework. You had been right all along: he definitely needed a break. As often as Luigi considered himself to be a remarkably bright and intelligent young man—now attending an Ivy League school as an undergraduate, pursuing a degree in computer science, ever the precocious child with a knack for all things science-y—he accepted that, not too long ago, he’d been a complete idiot for not stepping away from his desk sooner. Unlike many men, Luigi seemed to understand that women are often right and deserve your full attention. Somehow, you always caught his like a big fish on a line. And now, he couldn’t believe he had stayed so focused on the assignment with you right there in his room, stretched out on his dorm bed, looking as stunning as ever, and on top of that, as his girlfriend. The space separating you grew heavier, heavy with unspoken want, the kind that made every inch of your skin feel electric, galvanic, and exciting like a lightning bolt amidst the life cycle of a thunderstorm, ready to snap at any given moment.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to see him, to really see him. His glasses were fogged from your breath, cheeks tinged with the softest blush, and his lips were parted in stunned awe, kiss-bitten and eager. He looked adorable—unapologetically nerdy in the best way possible. Without thinking, you reached up, cupping his face in both hands, your thumbs stroking the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers curled behind his ears, grounding him, pulling him closer. His breath hitched as your touch anchored him in the moment. Then, without hesitation, you brought his face back to yours and kissed him again—this time with certainty, with affection, with the delight lying in the repose of knowing that he was yours, and you were his, and that you were the first girl to ever hold his heart like this.

“Hey,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the edge of his glasses before sliding them off the bridge of his nose and setting them on the desk. “You’re overthinking again. Relax. It’s just us.”

It was true. It was just the two of you, in that moment in his dorm, all alone, with nothing to worry about regarding his roommate returning for the rest of the day or, for that matter, the whole weekend.

But in spite of that, you were the first girl ever to have him wrapped around your finger, and therefore, the first girlfriend he ever dated in all his nineteen years of living.

He nodded, his hands still gripping your waist like he feared you would disappear like simple arthimetic flying into his head, without a trance, if he let go. You beamed, leaning in to kiss him again, your tongue toying with his, as his breath faltered, and a soft groan escaped him, the sound vibrating through your chest. The ardor between you strengthened, his body responding as if your kiss had awakened something profound within him. His hands firmly clasped your waist, as his initial nervousness transformed into an undeniable yearning—a fervor that kindled between you both, drawing you ever closer.

You withdrew slightly to take his hand, directing him to rise from his chair. With a gentle smile, you led him to his twin bed, your fingers interwoven as you sat beside him. Before either of you could utter another word, your lips met once more, the kiss rekindling with a heightened need as if the very act of each other's proximity had sparked a passion neither of you could ignore or control.

Luigi’s hands trembled as they slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your waist. His breath was uneven, and his heart pounded so loudly that you could almost hear it. You smiled against his lips, your fingers tangling in his dark curls as you perfected your intimacy together of prolonging your kiss and caressing each other’s bodies. His inexperience, or its lack thereof with the opposite sex, was sweet as his innocence, and how he hesitated, unsure of how far to take things to the next base, only made him more irresistible. While he struggled to express his desires and needs clearly, it was evident that he yearned for something beyond what he had ever experienced, and he would go to any lengths for you.

“You can touch me, you know,” you hinted, pulling back just enough to see the flush spread across his cheeks. His brown eyes widened, and he gulped. “I’m yours, Luigi. All of me.”

You reached for the hem of your shirt and slipped it over your head, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.

He ceased his actions, taking in the gravity of your words. Gradually, his hands traveled up, lightly gliding over your rib cage until they brushed against the underside of your breasts. The warmth emanated from his skin, and his fingers fidgeted with uncertainty. He glanced up at you, his lips parted, and you nodded encouragingly.

“Go on,” you pressed. “They’re yours to touch. Yours to feel.”

For a second, he faltered, shifting his gaze from your features to the curvaceous contour of your chest. With a breath that trembled, he enveloped your breasts in his large hands, his thumbs lightly tracing the fabric of your bra. With a delicate exhale, your body reacted to his tender touch, and you realized how his eyes reflected a deep longing to touch you. As he absorbed this new knowledge of appreciating the femininity of a woman and ventured into the unknown of pleasuring her, the way he gazed at you—like you were the most valuable treasure he had ever encountered—sent your heart into a frenzy.

“Can I…”

His voice faded, but you understood precisely what he meant.

“Yes,” you said immediately, your hands moving to the clasp of your bra. “You can.”

He followed closely, wholly captivated by your cleavage as you unhooked it, his breath catching when the fabric fell away, revealing your breasts to him for the first time. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in astonishment, feasting on the sight, likely matching the exact measurements of your bra size. Judging by appearances, it seemed your back must have ached at times from the rack you carried. His hands fidgeted beside him, seemingly unsure about making contact with the most generous pair of breasts he’d ever encountered, lost in the sauce of what to do next. Now, you weren’t naïve when it came to your personal assets—you’d caught Luigi sneaking glances at your chest more times than you could count, especially on days like today, when you intentionally wore a tight-fitting white t-shirt, knowing curiosity might just kill the cat.

Overjoyed by the moment, you smirked and reached out, guiding his hands back onto your chest where they belonged.

“They’re yours, Luigi,” you voiced it once more, your words dripping with allure, resonating with a yearning that paralleled his. “Put them in your mouth. I want you to suck on them.”

His pupils dilated, those big hands gripping your breasts firmly as he leaned in. His breath was warm upon your skin, and you could perceive the tension all in his physique, the manner in which he was restraining himself. With a moan, he latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue tasting the sensitive bud.

You gasped, your back arching as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth felt invitingly warm, and his tongue began with a gentle exploration, gaining more confidence as the moments unfolded. His hands kneaded your breasts, like they were manhandling raw dough, his fingers squeezing as he sucked, and you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it,” you panted, your voice quaking with desire. “Oh baby, just like that…”

Obeying immediately, his mouth closed once more, firmly this time around your nipple as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling in circles that sent sparks of pleasure through your body. His other hand moved to your other one, his thumb rolling over the nipple in time with the rhythm of his mouth. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, watching him suckling on your tit like a young needing it for nourishment, causing your mind to spiral.

“God, Luigi,” you moaned, your hips grinding against the mattress as his mouth worked absolute wonders, engulfing your nipple, areola, and most of your breast. “You’re so good at this. So good.”

He hesitated briefly, his lips shimmering with your essence, his eyes laden with desire. “I… I didn’t know it would feel like this,” he admitted. “I love them.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re perfect,” ​​you cooed, your thumb tracing over his lower lip, separating them apart, turning him into a man of submission as he looked into the eyes of his woman. “Now, don’t stop. I want you to keep going.”

He needed no second prompting. His mouth claimed your other breast, his tongue lapping up your nipple in long, languid licks before he pulled it into his mouth, hands continuing to knead and squeeze your soft flesh. A louder moan escaped you, your legs instinctively parting as the growing pleasure surged within.

His movements became bolder, more assured, as though he were uncovering a new side of himself—a side that longed for your body, eager to worship every inch of you. His mouth was insistent, his tongue teasing, tasting, while his hands roamed freely, exploring, caressing, and claiming you as his own.

“Lu,” you breathed, straining with desire.

He groaned against your skin, his grip tightening around your breasts as he sucked harder, his tongue flicking over your nipples in a way that made you see stars. The tension coiled deep in your core, pleasure rising fast toward its peak, and you knew he felt it too, sensed every subtle shift in your body as it responded to him.

Luigi’s lips were still wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles, when you felt his body tense. His hands, which had been kneading your breasts with an almost desperate need, stilled for a moment. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breathing had become uneven, shallow. His arousal was palpable, thick in the air between you, and it made your own body ache with want.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his dark hair, tugging him back so you could look into his eyes. They were dark, almost black with desire, and his lips had swelled from the overuse of his lip muscles persistently suckling.

“Luigi,” you said. “Do you want to try something else?”

He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “Something else?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the clean-shaven, supple olive skin there. “I mean,” you shrugged your shoulders. “do you want to try fucking them?”

​​His eyes practically bulged out of his skull, and you could see the exact moment the realization hit him. His gaze dropped to your breasts, still cradled in his hands, and his Adam’s apple hit against the front of his neck as he swallowed hard. “You mean… with my dick?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your smile growing wider. “Yes.”

For a spell, he looked at you as if the very sight of you had stolen the air from his lungs—his gaze a storm of awe, wonder, and something unspoken that stirred beneath the surface, wild and ancient, like a flame catching wind. Like any other geek, it was safe to say that the portal in his brain crashed and his mind short-circuited. Without warning, he practically ripped his boxers and pants off all at once, the fabric pooling around his ankles in a heap. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. You couldn’t help but admire it, your heart taking a sudden plunge into your stomach.

In Luigi’s case, you know what they always say: big nose, big hands, big feet, and a big co—

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of wetness between your legs as you looked up at him. “Hold on,” you assured. “Let me help you.”

You reached down, wrapping your hands around your breasts and squeezing them together, molding them into a tight, inviting channel of soft, warm flesh for him to thrust into. Leaning forward slightly, you gathered a thick string of spit on your tongue and let it fall from your lips, watching it drip onto your cleavage and trail down between your breasts, leaving a glistening, slippery path just for him. He desperately whimpered at the sight, his eyes locking onto the mess you’d made just for him. Your nipples brushed against each other, sending shivers of pleasure through your body, and you could feel the heat of his cock as he moved closer, his tip brushing against the soft skin of your cleavage.

“Like this,” you instructed. “Just slide it in between them. Slowly at first.”

Luigi nodded, his jaw clenched tight as he guided his cock toward your breasts. The moment the head of his dick touched your skin, he let out a low, throaty groan, his hips jerking forward like an autonomic response. You could feel the way his body trembled, the way he struggled to hold back, to keep his movements controlled.

“That’s it,” you incited. “Just like that. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He slid his cock deeper, the thick length of him pressing against your breasts, and you could feel the way he pulsed with need. His hands gripped your shoulders, holding on tight as he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your nipples rubbing against his shaft, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “This feels… so good.”

You moaned in agreement, your hands still holding your breasts together, the pressure of his cock sending waves of pleasure through you. “Yeah?” you asked breathlessly. “You like fucking me like this?”

He nodded frantically. “I… I never knew it could feel like this, it’s… fuck.”

You smiled, experiencing a surge of pride and joy from his words. “Mmm hmm,” you praised. “Just keep going. Let it feel good, baby.”

His movements grew faster, more frantic, and you could feel the way his cock throbbed against your skin. His hands tightened on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust harder, deeper, his hips slamming against your breasts with a desperation that made your body ache with want. Your nipples were so hard they ached.

“I’m not… I’m not going to last long,” he warned, his face twisted in pleasure, losing absolute control of the muscles in his face.

“That’s okay. I want you to come—come on them.”

His hips stuttered, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across your chest and breasts. You could feel the heat of it, the way it coated your skin, and the sight of it, mixed with the sound of his moans, had tears gushing down the side of your thigh.

He just stood there, trembling like a leaf in a storm, his breath coming in ragged bursts as though the weight of the moment was too much for his body to contain. Sowly, he pulled back, his cock slipping free from between your breasts, and he looked down at you, his eyes wide with wonder.

His body jolted, shuddering, virtually breaking open beneath the weight of sensation. Knees gave way like cracking fault lines, as if the ground had slipped from under him, and he collapsed, breathless and unraveling. Tremors rolled through him, leaving him limp as he crumpled onto the bed, caught in the grip of his own undoing. Raspy breaths spilled from parted lips as he stared blankly at the ceiling, wide-eyed and dazed, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what had just happened. Flushed and trembling, he lay still. His cock twitched against his stomach, the last flickers of release gleaming on his skin like stardust left in the wake of a supernova.

​​You studied him deciduously, a knowing smile creeping onto your face, and then crawled toward him. Every action was intentional and playful, made to heighten the suspense that existed between you. You positioned yourself in the space between his legs, your fingers smoothly moving along his thighs, sensing the tension in the muscles beneath your fingertips. While lingering there for a moment, you basked in the sensation of his heat radiating against your palms. Not only that, but you moved closer, your warm breath brushing against his skin as you placed a lingering, moist kiss on the sensitive inner part of his thigh. His body reacted with a shudder, a soft, quivering breath released,

“Luigi,” you purred. “I love you.”

You kissed him once more, this time higher, near the spot that remained quite sensitive, leaving him pulsating in rage.

“I want to make you feel good, too. Let me take care of you.”

He whimpered, a sound that was both vulnerable and filled with need, and his hips shifted slightly, along with his cock jittering. Even after everything, he was already so responsive, so eager for more. It was clear that titty fucking you had pushed him over the edge, but it had also awakened something deeper, something primal and insatiable.

You smiled against his skin, your kisses growing more purposeful as you trailed your lips closer to his cock. And surprisingly, his cock, still slick with traces of his earlier release, stood rigid and aching. You didn’t waste time. Every kiss was slow, wet, and deliberately filthy, crafted to make him squirm and whimper, right on the edge of sounding like a little bitch.

“You’re such a good boy, Gigi,” you hummed. “Can I put it in my mouth?”

His hands descended, fingers weaving through the strands of your hair, a tremor escaping his lips as he inhaled sharply, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Please,” he squeaked. “Please, I just—”

Kisssiing the base of his cock, you felt it jerk against your lips, looking up at him with a soft, loving gaze. “Don’t worry, baby,” you promised. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You leaned in slowly, breath fanning hot against the aching length of him, the tension in his body nearly palpable. A low tremor ran through him, his hands threading through your hair—clutching, desperate, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips, anticipation making your mouth water. Then, without another moment’s hesitation, you dipped forward and took the flushed tip of his cock between your lips, savoring the first taste of him.

Luigi gasped, his hips jerking slightly as your lips wrapped around him. You could feel the heat of his skin, the way he pulsed with need, and it only fueled your desire to please him. You swirled your tongue around the head, savoring the salty precum that had already started to bead at the tip. His breath hitched, and you could hear the faintest whimper escape his lips.

“Oh… oh god,” he moaned. “That’s… that’s so good.”

You hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Encouraged by his reaction, you slowly took more of him into your mouth, your lips sliding down his shaft. You could feel him twitch against your tongue, and you devoured every inch of him that your mouth could consume, the way he filled your mouth so deliciously. With one hand, you stroked the base of his dick, your fingers massaging his balls, while the other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Now and then, you took a moment to look up at him, your lashes fluttering as you admired the sheer pleasure contorting his face in every direction. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, and his eyes were half-lidded, caught between feeling immense ecstasy from getting his damn soul nearly sucked out of him and the disbelief that this was actually happening to him in real time. It was clear he had never experienced anything like this before, never even imagined that one day he would get dick sucked this soon in college—by none other than his own girlfriend—after taking a break from doing schoolwork and then ejaculating for the first time intimately ever all over her tits from fucking them. It thrilled you to be the one to show him just how good it could feel and how you were the first one to blow his brains out—quite literally.

You pulled back slightly, letting his cock slide out of your mouth, and then dove back down, taking him deeper this time. You could sense the pressure mounting within him, the way his body began to tremble, and you knew he was nearing the edge. But you wanted to make this last, particularly since this was the first time of ever being sexually intimate, to make sure it was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, teasing him, and then sucked gently, your cheeks hollowing as you worked him with your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t…” he whimpered, his hands gripping your hair tighter. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”

You didn’t stop. Instead, you increased the pace, bobbing your head up and down his cock, your tongue lashing against the sensitive underside. It was no small wonder that he couldn't hold back, and inevitably, he would come. You could taste him, the way his precum coated your tongue, and it only made you more determined to push him over the edge. You hummed again, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and you could feel his cock shiver in your mouth as he teetered on the brink of release.

“Please… please, I’m so close,” he whined, his toes curling inwards, barely able to hold on any longer. “I’m gonna… oh god, I think I’m gonna come—”

And then, with a shuddering moan, he did. If the other students on the floor in the residential hall didn't know that he busted all in your mouth before, they certainly did now. His body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste was intense, salty, and somewhat sweet, and you swallowed and savored every last drop you could, daring not to let any of it go to waste. His hands fell from your hair, landing limply at his sides, and he let out a long, shaky breath, his body slumping back against the bed.

Quite literally and figuratively, Luigi was blown away—he was speechless, at a complete loss for words after what had just happened in the past few minutes.

Pleased with yourself, you smiled at your accomplishment, wiping your lips with the back of your hand before crawling up the bed to lie beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his eyes still heavy with pleasure, and reached out to brush his knuckles against your face.

“I can’t believe you just did that… it felt so fucking good.”

“I’m glad,” you replied softly, full of affection. “I wanted to make sure it was special for you.”

He reached out, his fingers drawing across the curve of your jaw, and then he leaned in, pressing a little kiss to your lips. It was tender, overflowing with gratitude and longing, and you could feel the warmth of his affection wrapping around you.

“I love you,” he spoke softly, his lips brushing against yours. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back. “More than anything.”

He pulled you closer against his body, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you as you nestled into the cozy crook of his neck, feeling the thump of his heartbeat against you. The room cradled you in quietness, filled with the gentle sound of your breathing, and a beautiful sense of contentment washed over you, making everything feel just right.

However, little did you know, it wasn’t so much about what he hadn’t experienced yet, but more about all the things he wanted to try. If only you knew the thoughts running through Luigi's mind now, fueled by his newfound awareness of his heightened sex drive and his recent experiences that didn’t even involve penetrative sex, but still led to his first ever orgasms.

At first, he hesitated, unsure of how to translate his thoughts into action.

“Do you want to…?”

But beneath the uncertainty, you could hear the raw, unfiltered desire in his voice, a barely contained urgency that made your heart race.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and were all smiles. “Whatever you want, Lu,” you ensured, upholding your promise from the very beginning. “We can do whatever you want.”

For a brief moment, his gaze sought yours, searching for confirmation that, however you wished to surrender to pure pleasure, you both shared the willingness and ability to take that next step together. He nodded, a shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I… I want to try something.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. “What do you want to do?”

He inhaled deeply, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly, before leaning in close. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered his idea, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. A flame of lust smoldered in your core at the very thought of what he was suggesting.

Maybe he wasn’t as inexperienced and innocent as he seemed—well, as he had been.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you sure?”

He shook his head, his eyes brimming with determination. “I’m sure,” he reconfirmed. “I want to do this with you.”

You smiled, and your heart swelled with affection. “Then let’s do it,” you murmured, the mere thought inside your body just oozing with excitement about what was to come next. “Let’s try it right here, right now.”

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shy college bf lu headcanons

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── .✦ you first met him when you sat next to him in your computer science class. practically as soon as he saw you he was in love, but would never initiate a conversation with you at first bc poor baby was so shy :(

── .✦ at first he thought you thought he was weird because he didn’t talk to you that much, but that changed when you started smiling and saying hi to him when you’d walk past him on campus

── .✦ as the months went on you two started talking a lot more, and you asked him to “tutor” you because you “felt as though there were some parts of computer science you just didn’t understand” but that was a lie you made up for you to be able to spend more time with him outside of class ;)

── .✦ you both became friends on steam, and sometimes when you were both up late at night playing video games and saw that the other was active, you’d message and say “can’t sleep either? :(”

── .✦ one day during one of your “tutoring” sessions you kissed him, and he got so flustered then he kissed you back, and you both ended up making out for an hour straight, and he came in his pants 😛

── .✦ after that day you and him officially became a couple and he was so happy ☹️ he bragged about it to all his friends because he couldn’t believe that he got the chance to be with someone as pretty as you

── .✦ you both have life360 on each other’s phones, not because you don’t trust each other but because you both get worried about one another sometimes

── .✦ one time he checked life360 and saw you were at taco bell, so he sent you a text and said “better bring back some food for me <3”

── .✦ ALWAYS holds your hand while you’re walking around campus together, and especially when you’re walking around other public places

── .✦ once he away somewhere for his family and ended up missing your birthday, so he arranged for flowers to be sent to your dorm with a note attached, saying “i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for your birthday today, i’ll make it up to you when i come back, i love you” with a drawn heart 😣😣

── .✦ speaking of flowers, sometimes he randomly gives you flowers even though it might not be valentine’s day or your birthday because that’s just your sweet boyfriend ☹️☹️

── .✦ you love playing video games with him especially while cockwarming even though he gets really competitive you find it so cute, and you even let him win sometimes so he gets a little ego boost :))

── .✦ he feels as though he can talk to you about anything without you judging him, he trusts you more than he trusts anyone in the world ☹️

── .✦ i said this in my husband lu hcs post and i feel like it also applies here but his lockscreen would definitely be a photo of you sleeping in his arms

── .✦ during sex he’s so scared of getting too rough because he doesn’t wanna hurt you, so you always have to remind him that he can do whatever he wants to you and that you don’t mind 🥰

── .✦ randomly leaves sweet handwritten notes to you lying around for you to find

── .✦ the first time you sucked his cock he came so quick, because the sight of you on your knees pleasuring him was too much for him to handle

── .✦ for your first valentine’s day as a couple he took you to have a picnic at one of his favourite spots, a hill with a beautiful view overlooking the city

── .✦ you stayed there until the late hours of the night and laid on the picnic blanket, stargazing and talking, and since no one else was around you decided to have sex ;)

── .✦ he always goes on and on about you to his family, and they’re dying to meet the girl who makes their son and baby brother so happy :(

── .✦ the first time you had sex you initiated it. it started off with you both cuddling while watching a movie, then you felt bold and decided to straddle him and started to kiss him 😣😣

── .✦ he was into it straight away, grabbing your ass, kissing you back so fast. you took off each other’s clothes, and once you were both naked you sat on his dick and started bouncing on him. he was whimpering the whole time, but towards the end he got more confident and told you to stop moving then started thrusting up into you so roughly, making you scream

── .✦ when he pulled down his pants and you saw his cock for the first time, you were gobsmacked. you couldn’t believe that luigi nicholas mangione, your sweet and shy boyfriend, was packing THAT between his legs 😣

── .✦ loves sucking on your boobs especially while cuddling, when he asked for it for the first time he sounded so ashamed about it, and kept saying “we don’t have to if you find it weird, i’m sorry” but you reassured him that it was alright

── .✦ since he’s so sweet you always find it so hot when he’s rough with you in bed.

── .✦ you found a bunch of books on female pleasure under his bed one day and you blushed like crazy, so you asked him about it and he said “i wanna try what i’ve learnt on you”

── .✦ you’d never squirted before until you met him, he makes you squirt every. single. time.

── .✦ when you both aren’t in the mood for sex and wanna do other things, his favourite thing to do with you is cuddle in bed while he sucks your boobs and rubs your clit

── .✦ you would read books together :( you share them too, one time you saw him reading an interesting book and asked him if you could read it once he was done and he said yes :(

── .✦ the first time he ate you out he came everywhere, you were so lost in your own pleasure when all of a sudden you heard him whimper, and looked down to see that he’d made a mess all over the sheets

── .✦ he never outright asks you for sex, he always either just starts kissing your neck or rubbing your thigh, or you have to just initiate it yourself

── .✦ you always share airpods when you listen to music together, he always has one airpod in his ear and you always have the other airpod in your ear

── .✦ he has so many photos of you on his camera roll, some of them were taken when you weren’t looking

── .✦ is VERY vocal in bed, and has been from the first time you guys had sex

── .✦ tracks your cycle, and whenever you’re ovulating his always comes over wearing grey sweatpants, a grey or black top and his chain around his neck. he also sprays on some of his cologne 😣

── .✦ for halloween one year you wanted to do a couples costume with you as princess peach and him as luigi and he agreed, everyone at the halloween party you guys went to thought you were so cute

── .✦ one time he let you try one of those nose pore strips on him, and when you peeled it off SOOO much gunk came out and you laughed and he blushed

── .✦ comes to you for fashion advice, he approaches you (sometimes with the goofiest outfits on) and is like “baby is this good?”

── .✦ always walks you to class while holding your hand, doesn’t matter if his class is on the other side of campus, he’s still walking you to YOUR class

── .✦ kisses you goodnight while cuddling as he’s about to fall asleep

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omg i hope u guys liked this i love u all smmmm 🥰🥰

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raaaahhh he looks so italian in this pic….my bby

weak for you

summary: after you send luigi a soapy titty pic, he decides to jerk off to it.

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luigi’s phone buzzes against the nightstand, the soft vibration cutting through the heavy silence of his hotel room. he barely hesitates before reaching for it, already hoping it’s from you.

and sure enough, your name glows on the screen, followed by a message that makes his heart ache in the best and worst way.

you: i miss u :(( can’t wait for u to come home tomorrow ❤️

he misses you too. hes been away from you for about a week now, away on a work trip that he didn’t even want to go on in the first place, all shacked up in a shitty, overpriced hotel room bed. it’s too cold without you. too empty. too unfamiliar. he’s used to your warmth, the way you curl into his chest, the way you fit so perfectly against him. now, when he reaches out at night, all he can find is cold sheets and silence. and he hates it. thank god he’s able to come home to you sooner rather than later.

his fingers move quickly as he types back.

luigi: miss you too, can’t wait to see you tomorrow baby

luigi: what are you doing right now? :)

a few seconds pass before another buzz.

you: just got out of the shower :) <3

he shifts uncomfortably in bed, running a hand down his face as his mind betrays him. the thought of you, fresh out of the shower, skin warm and dewy, hair damp as you wrap your warm body in a towel sticks in his head like a dream he can’t shake.

he’s suddenly hyper aware of just how how hard his cock is getting, shielded underneath his boxers. he sucks in a sharp breath, forcing himself to think, to type out a response, but it’s impossible when all he can focus on is thought of you, all naked and beautiful.

luigi: oh yeah? can i see? ;)

just a few minutes later…

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you’re an evil, evil woman.

that’s the first thought that crosses luigi’s mind as he stares at his phone screen, jaw slack, fingers frozen over the keyboard like his brain just turned to mush.

you were beautiful, that much he knew. but in the photo you just sent him? he doesn’t know the right word to adequately describe just how you look now.

there you were, your breasts smothered in delicate, frothy trails of soap, pearlescent in the dim bathroom light. remnants of warm water made everything look impossibly soft, almost unreal.

hes always loved your breasts, sometimes he thinks that the universe made them just for him. they’re soft, and fit perfectly in his hands. they make perfect pillows too. if luigi could choose when he was to die, he’d choose to die wrapped up in your arms, head burrowed against your breasts like a baby, while you caressed his curls, lulling him.

but the more he stares at the picture you sent him, the more he realises that he can’t ignore the throbbing problem in his pants.

he can’t help it, he reaches down and frees himself from his boxers, feeling the cold air of the hotel room pierce against him, and begins to stroke himself slowly while staring at the picture of you on his phone.

he lets out a soft whimper and leans his head back against the pillow, holding the picture up in the air. his mind begins to exhibit various scenarios to him, one being laying next to you in bed, his head resting against your chest, his mouth feeding from your breast while you stroke his cock with one hand, while threading your fingers through his hair with the other.

he wishes it was your hand stroking him instead of his own.

his mind also shows him bending you over the kitchen table and absolutely wrecking you, dominating you. he has your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and he’s rutting his hips into you so desperately while you scream and beg for more. his free hand repeatedly lands harshly on your ass, leaving behind scarlet marks and making it sting.

luigi has always loved fucking you from behind.

he strokes his cock faster, it now being red from the over exertion.

“feels so good baby, yeah…” he whimpers, letting out a breathy moan as the intense burning in his stomach slowly begins to get bigger, more intense.

then, he gets an idea.

he’s still holding his phone with his left hand, so he presses the X button on the top right corner of the photo you sent, and taps the microphone to record a voice message, all whilst still fucking himself with his free hand.

he lets loose. all you’ll hear when you receive it will be the obscene sounds of profanities, moans, and whimpers. but he doesn’t care, he wants you to hear how weak he is for you.

he hits send.

“shit.” he moans, his cock tingling, the coil in his stomach so close to snapping. he stares intently at his phone, awaiting a response from you as he fucks himself all the way to the edge.

letting out a final noise of satisfaction, his toes curl and he finally hits his climax, spilling hot white ribbons of his seed all over himself as he whimpers your name like a prayer.

he’s coming down from his high, thinking that hes finally satisfied, until three dots pop up on his phone screen. snapping him back to reality.

you’re typing. that means you’ve listened to what he sent you. you’ve heard him.

his phone buzzes twice, followed by your two messages flashing on the screen.

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

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this is so fucking rushed… and it’s the first time i’ve ever written anything smutty too omg forgive me

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bliss

warnings: none just fluff :)

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you always tease your boyfriend for being a heavy sleeper. honestly, the world could be ending, and he’d still be snoring his little head off. he always blushes and denies it, but you’ve seen the proof. especially this morning.

you hear your alarm that you set last night blaring as you wake from your slumber, feeling the warmth of the bed, of the boy in your arms who’s dead to the world, who has his face nestled between your breasts like they’re his personal pillow.

“lu…” you utter his name softly, while trying to move. “i have to get up and get ready for work, and so do you. you gotta go to work too.”

he doesn’t budge. not even a little. you just hear a sleepy sigh come out of him as he burrows further into you like a stubborn cat.

“lu,” you try again, shaking his shoulder gently. still nothing. how he’s able to sleep through your alarm blaring as loud as a siren you will never understand.

you huff, resorting to poking his cheek. “come on, baby, wake up.”

finally, you gently lift up his head and press a kiss to both of his cheeks, showing his beauty marks some love, then…

“i’m up, i’m up,” he mumbles groggily, cracking one eye open.

you roll your eyes, but the fond smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “and you always love to tell me that you aren’t a heavy sleeper.”

he groans dramatically, planting kisses onto your breasts. “shut up…” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

you smile wider. he’s always such a soft baby in the mornings.

“anyway,” you giggle, slipping your fingers into his rowdy curls and giving them a light tug. “we need to shower.”

he sighs, reluctant, his head now buried in the crook of your neck. “too early…” he murmurs, his voice still sleepy.

“you say that every morning,” you tease, nudging him. “come on, we both have jobs to get to. besides, you smell like sleep and laziness.”

“meannnnnn!” he whines, finally letting you go and stretching with a yawn. you take the opportunity to grab your phone and finally put an end to your deafening alarm.

“thank you,” you coo, giving the phone a triumphant glare before tossing it aside.

luigi groans again but sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “do we have toooo?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. his eyes are half open, and your heart melts as you take in just how much he resembles an innocent little boy getting dragged out of bed on a weekend.

“yes we have to,” you smile as you get out of bed to stand up and stretch. “i told you baby, we both have to go to work, otherwise we’ll both be poor!” you giggle again, taking his hand to remove him from the comfort of the blankets.

he sighs, but eventually, follows you toward the bathroom. he stumbles behind you, clinging to your hand as if he might fall back into bed if you let go.

you enter the bathroom, flicking on the light as he exhales, still clinging to you. “too bright…” he mutters, squinting.

you let go of his hand and pull your underwear, the only piece of clothing you wore to bed last night, off. it always got too warm in your room at night, so underwear was the only thing you’d wear to sleep. luigi never minded though, it meant that he could just snuggle his face into your breasts like a baby.

“now come on,” you nudge him playfully. “strip!”

he sluggishly hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his calvin kleins. with a tired huff, he pulls them down, stepping out of them clumsily, still half asleep. you can’t help but smile as he wobbles slightly, blinking against the bathroom light. he’s just so cute.

even when he’s in this state, he’s beautiful. you’ve always loved his body. yes you love it in a sexual way, but also in a way that makes your heart feel content. the way his toned abs glisten in the bathroom lighting, the subtle definition along his waist, the faint marks from where he’s stretched and grown. he’s warm and familiar, the kind of person who feels like home even when he’s doing something as simple as standing there, blinking sleepily at you.

you’re snapped back to reality when you hear him ask you a question, his voice not sounding sleepy anymore, but rather shy.

“why are you staring at me?”

you blink, caught, but you don’t deny it. instead you step forward, softly running a hand down his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “i just love looking at you.” you admit.

luigi blinks at you for a second before a slow, lopsided smirk tugs at his lips. the shyness gone, his eyes now shimmering with something smug. “yeah?” he hums, tilting his head. “can’t get enough of me, huh?”

you roll your eyes and plant a kiss on his cheek, before pulling your hand away from his chest and heading towards the shower. “don’t let it get to your head now!” you tease, though the fondness in your voice betrays you.

he chuckles, standing up a little straighter, clearly enjoying the attention. “too late.”

just as you step into the shower, you feel his hand smack your bare ass, making you yelp.

“luuuuu!” you squeal, and you whirl around to find him grinning, looking far too pleased with himself.

“sorry,” he hums, not looking sorry at all. “saw the opportunity right in front of me and i just had to take it. especially when you’re right in front of me looking like that.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but with the way your boyfriend is rubbing the sleep crust from his tear ducts, looking all adorable, makes it impossible for you to be angry at him. not that you are angry, if anything you love it. you love the way that even though he’s half asleep, he’s still playful. you love the way that he feels as though he can touch any part of your body without hesitation.

shaking your head, you turn on the shower and grab his wrist, tugging him under the water. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet you love me,” he teases, pressing a wet kisses to your forehead. “you love me sooo much.”

you try to feign nonchalance, but you can’t help but smile. “i do.”

the warm water flows over both of you, the steam rising around you, creating a soft, peaceful haze. luigi’s grin fades into a relaxed smile as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his damp chest.

he lets out a happy huff, one hand gently running through your hair as he holds you close.

“this is nice,” he murmurs, placing kisses into your now wet hair. “mornings like this… make getting up early almost worth it.”

you smile against him, savoring the simple comfort of being wrapped up in his embrace. “see? waking up early isn’t all bad!” you tease.

he chuckles quietly, rubbing your back as the water continues to get warmer. “maybe… but only if i get to do this with you every morning.”

you tighten your hold on him, feeling his warmth seep into you. work, your other responsibilities, all of a sudden seem so far away. right now, it’s just the two of you, sharing this quiet, blissful moment.

you could get used to this.

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i’m so sorry if this is bad omg i haven’t written anything in years! i thought that after today’s news that this might lift the mood :) let me know what u guys think of this!! love u all!!

honeymoon with lu headcanons

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ he’d take y࣪ou to sicily for your honeymoon of course, because he’d wanna show you where his family roots are, also because sicily is the PERFECT place for a honeymoon :,)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d spend your time hiking, biking around and going to various popular tourist destinations, with luigi constantly taking photos of you with his digital camera like the good traditional man he is.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ speaking of him taking photos of you, on your honeymoon he’d take soo many dirty pics of you, such as ones of you with his cock in your mouth, photos of you sucking your own cum off of his fingers and photos of you with him inside you ;)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d make so many dirty videos during your honeymoon, some of them would last for hours

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the sex would be amazing, multiple rounds a day, sometimes you’d just have slow romantic sex, other times he’d be fucking you in pronebone (i’m so sorry, i saw the opportunity and just had to take it) while moaning into your ear about how happy he is that you’re finally his wife

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ whenever you’re at your villa you’re both either naked or in swimming clothes, no inbetween

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ he loves telling people you’re on your honeymoon, when you guys were on a tour of the valley of the temples he told the tour guide you guys were on your honeymoon and you were like 🙄🙄🙄🙄

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d also take photos of him too when he’s not looking because he’s just sooo :(

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ at night when you’re not having sex you’d find yourselves cuddling skin to skin in bed together while you plan out your future :(((

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ there’d be a pool in your villa and because of this you’d pretty much walk around in your bikini whenever you’re there, which means that luigi would definitely be fucking the shit out of you multiple times a day, but you don’t mind one bit. you love it

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you and him found this secluded part of the beach to go to, and made AMAZING use of it by having sex in a spot right by a bush.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you were on top the whole time riding him, and he had his camera out recording and couldn’t get enough of how sexy you looked.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “look at you, fucking your husband in public” 🤭🤭

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ your honeymoon lasted about a month, simply because you both have very stressful lives back home and wanted to get away for as long as you can

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d tell him to not buy you stuff, you feel like you don’t need anything considering you’re already on your honeymoon with your husband which is enough, but he always buys you expensive gifts when your back is turned and you always roll your eyes at him and scold him, but you love and appreciate the gifts anyway <3

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ one time he lifted you up, opened the window, sat you on the windowsill and fucked you so hard even though there was a high chance that someone could’ve walked by and seen, but he didn’t care. and that’s how your first baby was conceived ;))

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i’m so sorry this isn’t longer i’ll be honest it’s because i ran out of ideas, but i hope u all like this regardless 😭❤️

husband lu headcanons

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⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ randomly sends you money to get your nails done, like sometimes you’ll just see a notification pop up on your phone and it’ll be him sending you 200 dollars, and for the reference statement he always puts a “❤️”

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he always makes time for you. even if he’s really caught up with stuff he needs to do for work, he ALWAYS makes time for you no matter what.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ if you and him were in public and another man started acting weird towards you, he’d always put his arm around you and give the other man the biggest death stare to get the message across that you’re his.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves taking you to events as his date and also loves introducing you as his wife to people, it makes him so proud :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ sooo good with his hands in more ways than one;) once you came home to him building a cot in your garage. you weren’t even pregnant yet and your heart absolutely melted. when you asked him why he was building a cot he just said “for our future baby” :(((((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ honeymoon in sicily, you guys stayed in a beautiful villa and spent time swimming, hiking, fucking and just appreciating the overall beauty of the place!

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves taking photos of you not just with his phone, but with his digital camera. he took soo many photos of you on your honeymoon (i plan to get into this more when i do a honeymoon hcs post!!!)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves cuddlefucking with you especially in the morning, you guys love to do it while talking about what you wanna do that day :((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ the scent of your perfume always calms him down, he especially loves it when one of his hoodies still smells like you after you’ve been wearing it

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ is the biggest softie after sex, whenever you try to get up to go pee after he always pulls you back into bed which makes you giggle, and when you tell him you need to pee after because women need to pee after sex he always gets all whiney even though you’ll be back soon

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ always helps around the house whenever he can, especially when you were pregnant. one time he saw you carrying a rather big bucket of laundry and he immediately told you to put it down and that he’d handle it. :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ once you guys were watching a movie on the tv, then a sex scene came on and be turned to you and said “we could do better than that.” and you were like “you wanna show me?” and that night he fucked you so rough your legs were shaking

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his family love you. whenever you go to one of his family gatherings or simply just go to his parents house to have dinner, they ALWAYS ask “so are you guys thinking of having a baby?” “when are you gonna have kids?” i feel like since his parents seem soooo traditional that they’d expect grandkids

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ on your wedding night, you were on your knees sucking his cock before you could even get your dress off, and he took a picture because the fact that you were sucking him off while wearing your wedding dress was too much for him.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you had sex in literally every position possible all night long on your wedding night, with him manhandling you. you were both staying at a hotel that night and were both sooo loud, no doubt you pissed off the other guests that were also staying there that night 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you always give him massages like the good wife you are when his back hurts 😘😘

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves giving you massages too, he won’t stop until you say you’re feeling better

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he randomly gets you flowers even though you don’t ask for them :((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ one of your favourite things to do in the morning is watching him get ready for work, watching him get out of bed naked put on his boxers, put on his trousers and put on his white shirt. you ALWAYS do his tie up for him because you love how imitate it is.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ sex at least 4 times a week, twice a week at the very LEAST if you’re both tired or have other things going on. but multiple rounds of sex every day when you’re ovulating ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ one time you guys got REAL dirty and had sex on the dinner table while there was still food on it 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he loves just doing mundane domestic things with you. doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, gardening, even painting the walls of your future baby’s nursery :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he’s just the most perfect person to plan a life with, he has so many great ideas and you just love him so so much

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ when you took a pregnancy test in the bathroom and it came out positive, you cried. you were terrified and kept overthinking like crazy, what if you weren’t a good mother? but then lui walked in and saw how upset you were and hugged you and comforted you, and kept telling you how happy he was that you were pregnant and how great of a mother you’d be.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves cuddling with you in bed, he especially loves laying on your bare chest with his arms around your torso, while under a thick blanket :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ is AMAZING at reassuring you, once you accidentally overcooked a pie in the oven and he saw how anxious you were and he was like “it’s alright baby, you could cook me shit on a plate and i’d still eat it” 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his lockscreen is a photo of you sleeping :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you’re his best friend in every sense. you guys do everything together, play video games, go hiking, just everything

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his favourite thing to do with you on a friday night is cuddle up in bed with you and watch a movie 🙁

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ if he came home riled up about something, he’d have you bent over the nearest surface in the house and would be fucking the shit out of you practically as soon as he walked in the door. you don’t mind though, you love it ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he loves showering with you because it saves water, and he also loves how intimate it is. he loves lathering shampoo into your hair while kissing the back of your neck, and he also loves how showering with you sometimes ends with you with your tits pressed against the shower wall while he fucks you from behind ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ always has to be touching you while he’s asleep, if he’s not cuddling you he’s either lying on his stomach with an arm around your waist, holding your hand, or has one of his legs tangled with yours :(((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves discussing baby names with you, once he cheekily suggested that if you have a boy that you should name him “luigi jr”

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves it when he’s coding at his computer and you randomly get on your knees and suck his cock

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ before he proposed to you, he was acting soooo weird for at least 2 months prior, one time you were wearing a ring on one of your fingers and he randomly took a picture of your hand. when you asked him why, he said it was because “your nails were pretty” when little did you know that later that day he went to the jewellers and showed them that picture to estimate your ring size, in order to make sure your engagement ring fit perfectly.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he took you for a drive one night to one of your favourite spots, a hill with a view overlooking the beach. he got out of the car and took you outside and sat on the bench with you and started talking about how beautiful the view was. then he started yapping about how much he loved you and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. you IMMEDIATELY picked up on what he was about to do and you started crying tears of happiness and then when he got down on one knee you cried more, and when you said yes HE started crying.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ after that, you may or may not have gotten back in the car and proceeded to have the best sex you’ve ever had.

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AHHH i hope u guys liked this as my second hcs post xxoxoxo

in desperate need of virgin lu hcs please ;)

virgin lu headcanons ;)

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࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’d always catch himself staring at you for way longer than necessary, he’d be in the dining hall with his friends engaging in conversation, then as soon as he’d see you walk in, he’d go silent and just gawk at you, in pure awe. his friends would immediately notice and tease him about it. saying things like “when are you finally gonna bag her, mangione?” “are just gonna keep staring at her like some pussy and not even speak to her?”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he first interacted with you properly when your computer science professor paired you guys up for a project. when he was first told that his partner for the project would be you, he couldn’t believe it. and to make things even better for him, when he looked towards where you were sitting he saw you staring at him, while giving him the SULTRIEST smirk.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ you guys ended up exchanging phone numbers, which made luigi feel like he was on top of the moon. he’d always feel too nervous to text first, so whenever he’d receive a text from you, his cock would always leak a tiny bit.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ you also gave him your instagram, and he followed you, but little did you know that he’d already gone through it. he’d seen every single picture of you in your little red bikini and little black dress, and every single picture and video you have on your highlights.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ what you also didn’t know was that during the lonely nights he’d spend curled up in bed in his dorm while fucking his hand like a pathetic teenager, that scrolling through your instagram while fantasising about you being next to him, touching him in no way that any woman has ever touched him before while whispering dirty words in his ear, was something that he’d done more times than he’d like to willingly admit.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he imagines you sat atop of him like an angel, gently guiding his hand across your folds as you teach him how to please you. the look on your face as he gently slides a finger in. another scenario that frequents his mind features his head between your thighs, tongue moving along your folds as you grab his curls and moan, praising him for being able to make you feel so good.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ and yet, he sometimes overthinks. what if he’s bad in bed? what if you’d laugh at him?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ luigi is an attractive man, so he’s obviously had plenty of opportunities to lose his virginity in the past, but he always turned them down. they were never you.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’s awfully possessive of you, even though you aren’t his. whenever he sees you talking to another guy on campus he always smiles and waves at you to be polite, even though he’s absolutely seething on the inside.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when he’s trying to sleep, you’re always the star of his dreams. always on top of him. riding him, dominating him. fucking him dumb. letting out cries of pleasure and telling him how good his cock feels, how wonderfully he stretches your pussy out, all while you have your hand wrapped around his throat.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he thinks about sucking on your tits, with you sensually running your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead, while stroking his cock with your other hand. half of him loves thinking about sucking on your tits, the other half feels ashamed. what would you think if you found out? would you be grossed out? would you laugh at him? or would you want that too?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ one night when you guys facetimed each other to discuss the computer science project, you decided to toy with him by wearing the tightest crop top you could locate in your closet, with no bra on underneath. as soon as he picked up your call and saw how you looked, even though his room was dark you could still see how flushed he was. he fell asleep that night thinking about how hard your nipples looked when you had that top on. and you fell asleep that night with a smirk on your face, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’d never admit to you that he’s a virgin at first, because he’d think that you’d look at him differently. and he wouldn’t want that. he wouldn’t want you seeing him as some loser.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he thinks about how your face would look as you sink yourself onto his cock for the first time. how flushed you’d look, if your eyes would roll to the back of your head.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ whenever you’d invite him to your dorm to work on the project, as soon as you’d open the door he’d always find himself staring at your tits. you don’t mind, in fact, that’s why you never wear a bra whenever you know he’s coming over.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ his mind always imagines how you’d react to seeing his cock for the first time. would your eyes light up with lust? would you sink to your knees immediately upon him showing it?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he tries to put on a front for you so that you don’t think he’s weird. a smooth, flirty front. but you know he’s not the cocky little shit he tries so desperately to be. you see straight through him ;)

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EEK this is the first ever headcanon post i’ve ever written!!! i hope u guys like it 😣 also ANY feedback is graciously accepted

literally

Luigi Mangione inside the New York Criminal Court today, February 21st.

if you see me getting manipulated by a 5’11 sicilian man with big brown eyes and a masters in comp sci mind your own fucking business