Bent Over The Table

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

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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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luigisbambinaaa

1 month ago

😩😩😩😩😩

You Know What That Does to

You started it. You knew you did. You could always tell when you were pushing the line. When his eyes would flick up slowly, like he was clocking the shift in your voice, like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or grab you by the throat and pin you to the nearest surface.Tonight, it was the name.

You were sitting cross-legged on his couch, eating something lazy he cooked, the TV low in the background. He was still in his work clothes—dark slacks, sleeves rolled up, top button undone, hair pushed back messily like he’d run his hands through it too many times.You didn’t even say it to provoke him, not at first. But you’d been a little bratty all day—teasing, deflecting, poking at him when he got too close. And now, when he reached across you to grab the remote, you leaned back, tilted your head, and said it:

“Luigiiii.”

Soft. Sweet. With that smug little lilt that said I know what I’m doing.

He paused. Just for a second.

Didn’t answer.

Just sat back, resting the remote on his thigh, and slowly turned his head to look at you. You didn’t flinch. But your heart thudded. He smiled,barely. Just one corner of his mouth tugging up. But it wasn’t a warm smile. It was the kind that made your thighs press together under the blanket.

“You think you’re cute, huh?” he said.

You licked some sauce off your thumb. “I know I’m cute.”

His eyes dropped to your mouth. Stayed there.

You smirked and added, just to push him over the edge, “What? Don’t like your name now?”

He didn’t answer. He just got up slowly. Quietly. Took your empty bowl and walked it into the kitchen. And for the next half hour, he didn’t touch you. Didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t do anything at all. And that was how you knew.

⸻

The shift happened just after ten.

The dishes were done. The lights were low. You were half-scrolling on your phone when he came back into the living room,barefoot now, the cuffs of his slacks hanging low on his hips, shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled to the elbows like he had every intention of putting them to use.

“C’mere.”

His voice was soft.

You looked up. “What?”

He just tilted his head. Didn’t repeat it.

You got up slowly.

When you reached him, he turned you gently by the wrist and walked you backward,step by step, no resistance,until the backs of your knees hit the mattress.

You looked up at him. His eyes were warm.But his jaw was tight.

“You wanna use that voice on me, huh?” he asked. Still soft. Almost sweet. “That little ‘Luigiiii’ voice? Like you don’t know what it does to me?”

You opened your mouth to answer—

He pushed you down. Not hard. Just enough. You landed on your back, arms falling to your sides, eyes wide as he crawled over you,knees sinking into the mattress, palms planted on either side of your head.

“You’re gonna say it again,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “And again. And again.”

He kissed you slow. Just once. Like a reward before the punishment. Then his hand slipped down,down the line of your chest, past your stomach, right between your legs where you were already soaking through your panties. His fingers pressed there gently, teasing, circling.

You gasped.

He smiled.

“Now,” he whispered. “Say it again.”

You hesitated.

“Luigi.”

He arched his brow. “That’s not how you said it earlier.”

You swallowed. Licked your lips.

“Luigiiii.”

His hand slid under the fabric, fingers dragging through your soaked folds like he was testing just how wet your teasing had made you.

You moaned.

He leaned down again, lips brushing your ear.

“God, you’re dripping.” His fingers circled your clit slowly, barely-there pressure, enough to make your hips jerk but not enough to push you anywhere close to the edge. “From saying my name like a little slut?”

“Please—”

“No, no, no.” He kissed your cheek. Your jaw. His voice stayed gentle, affectionate. Mean. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

You whimpered.

Then gasped when he slid two fingers inside you, slowly. Deep.

Your back arched off the bed. He curled them.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you. Let me hear that mouth you like to run.”

You choked on a moan, hands fisting in the sheets. He started fucking you with his fingers, lazy strokes, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. His thumb rubbed your clit just enough to light a fire, never enough to stoke it.

And then?

He mocked your voice.

Right against your ear.

“Luigiiii.”

Thrust.

“Luigiiii please.”

Curl. Grind.

“Oh, you can beg now,” he whispered. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Luigi—please—”

“Yeah? You want it?” He pulled his fingers out.

You cried out.

He licked them clean. Then shoved them back in. He fucked you with them until your thighs were trembling, until you were soaked, breathless, teetering—

And then he stopped. Pulled away completely. You sobbed.

He grabbed your jaw gently. Tilted your face to his.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, lips soft against yours. “Something you need?”

You nodded desperately.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I need you.”

“Need what?”

“You—please—your cock—”

He undid his belt with one hand. Pushed his pants down just enough to free himself. Thick. Hard. Veined. Red at the tip. He pumped it once, slow, your slick still shining on his fingers. Then he lined up. Pressed the head against your entrance.

Waited.

“What do you say?”

You sobbed.

“Luigiiii.”

He slid in. All the way. Bottomed out with one brutal thrust that had your hands clawing at his back.And in your ear, breathless and mocking and so goddamn in love with ruining you, he whispered—

“That’s my girl.

He didn’t move at first.

After he bottomed out,deep, unforgiving, thick enough to punch the air from your lungs,he just stayed there. Buried inside you, hands pinning your hips down, chest pressed against yours, his breath hot and steady against your cheek.

“You feel that?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

He wrapped a hand around your throat,not tight, just enough to hold your attention,and pulled back enough to look into your eyes.

“Tell me who’s inside you.”

“You,” you breathed.

“Say my name.”

You hesitated.

The corner of his mouth curled.

“Say it how you said it before.”

Your stomach flipped. Your cunt clenched around him.

He groaned.

“Luigiiii,” you whispered, soft and bratty and trembling all at once. His fingers flexed around your throat. His hips snapped forward, driving deeper. You gasped.

“Oh, that’s the one,” he said, voice low and mean and so fucking fond. “That’s the little voice you used when you thought I wouldn’t do anything about it. Like you wanted me to lose it.”

“Lu—please—”

“Please what?”

“Please move.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“Say it right.”

You blinked up at him, tears lining your lashes.

He leaned closer, lips brushing yours.

“Say it like you’re still bratting.”

You swallowed.

“Luigiiii,” you whined, full of broken heat.

He snapped his hips again. Deep. Cruel.

“Atta girl.”

And then he moved.

Rhythmic. Rough. Full-bodied thrusts that had your legs shaking, your nails clawing into his back, your cunt clenching so tight around him he cursed under his breath.

“That’s right,” he hissed, fucking you harder. “Fucking teasing me with that voice, like I wouldn’t recognize the sound of my name coming out of your mouth.”

His hand on your throat tightened just a little—enough to make you dizzy.

“You know what that does to me,” he growled. “You know it gets in my head. You like pushing me. You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

You moaned.

“I said don’t you?”

“Yes—yes, I love it—”

“Of course you do. You’re such a fucking brat.” His voice dropped into something darker. “But you’re mine.”

He slipped his hand between your bodies, found your clit, and started circling hard, fast, filthy.You screamed.

“I’m the only one who gets to hear you say my name like that.”

He thrust again. Again.

“You hear me?”

“Yes—Luigi, please—”

“Say it.”

“Luigiiii—”

“Fucking say it.”

“Luigiiii—fuck—Luigi, I’m cuming —”

You shattered. The orgasm hit so hard you couldn’t breathe. Your legs spasmed. Your back arched. Your pussy clenched around him like it never wanted to let go. You were sobbing now—honest, wrecked tears slipping down your cheeks as he fucked you through it.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”

He wasn’t far behind. His thrusts grew wild. Sloppy. He was losing control and didn’t care.

“Where do you want it?” he panted. “Tell me.”

“Inside,” you begged. “Please, fill me..want you to cum inside—”

He groaned so loud it was almost a growl. And then he slammed in one last time, burying himself so deep you felt it in your throat—and came with a full-body shudder, his hips jerking, cock pulsing as he spilled inside you.

You were both breathless.

Sweaty. Shaking.

His arms were still around you.

Still inside you.

Still holding your body like it was his favorite thing on Earth. You were quiet for a while.He brushed the hair from your forehead. Kissed the tear trail on your cheek. Let you melt into his chest while his cock stayed buried in your sore, aching cunt.

And when you whispered, soft and broken, “Luigiiii…” again—

He smiled. Pulled out slowly. Watched the mess spill down your thighs.

Then kissed your jaw and murmured:

“Careful with that voice, baby.”

“Next time, I won’t be so gentle.”

@luigis-wetdream @iinfinitelimits @luigisbambinaaa

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luigisbambinaaa

1 month ago

after reading kfa’s new motion

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luigisbambinaaa

2 months ago

okay wait imagine ur little baby girl learning to talk but not even talking yet more just babbling; who gets teary-eyed and frustrated when u don’t understand her sometimes but lu is actually weirdly good at deciphering baby babble and has full on conversations w her bc in all the books he’s read it says how important that is for their development and own language skills… would love how talkative she is like i think he would find it rlly amazing the process/journey of communicating w ur babies AH.

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luigisbambinaaa

1 month ago

so fucking good ive reread these like ten times 😩😩😩😩