Luigisbambinaaa - Bambinaaa

why isn't he free and receiving sloppy head from hundreds of thousands of grateful people

Luigi with virgin!reader that has the filthiest mouth ever🫣 shocking him every day with a new, filthier phrase

I just know he’d look at you exactly like this, amused, every single time something new and unhinged flies out of your mouth LMAO

THE GODDAMN BEARD ARE YOU KIDDING ME SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND PLEASE

credit to prosperluigi on twitter

@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 😣😣

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

COCKY MEN ARE MY FAVE HEHEH

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

“Baby I know you can go another round”.

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

“I can’t” you whimper

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

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

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

“Yeahh” you sigh out.

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t fucking move.” He orders.

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

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

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

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

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

“One last round” he asks, smirking.

😣😣😣😣 would love to be kneeling between his thighs

Luigi crumbs 2024...

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

oh my god HAWTTTT

remember who you belong to

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: part two to a short imagine i made, which you can read here. luigi and you had finally broken up after putting up with his toxic behaviors for quite some time. your friends egged you on to posting a tiktok about it, which you obliged to. not thinking he’d even see it, he’s about to make you regret ever hitting upload on such a post.

WARNINGS: dubcon, cnc (?), toxic!luigi, dark!luigi, p in v, slight stalking?, alcohol

the strobe lights pouring from every each direction mixed with the amount of alcohol in your system was definitely not in your favor at the moment.

you were surrounded by your friends, cranberry-vodka in hand, drunkenly swaying to the loud club music. this was your... seventh shot of the night? or was it eight? you couldn't remember.

you also didn't necessarily want to remember, so you continued on sipping bits of your sour-tasting beverage. you didn't care if one more sip is what threw you over the edge into the territory of a blackout mess.

"y/n!" your friend, sophia, shouts your name through the loud thumping of music. "look over there." she cranes your neck to the bar, where a tall, light-haired man stands. his eyes lock onto yours, and you feel your face flush as you look back towards sophia.

"what about him?" you slur, resting your hand on her shoulder for some balance. you were extremely drunk, yet still drinking.

"he's been eye-fucking you all night long, we've been watching," sophia shouts, nudging you to separate from the group. "we couldn't tell who he's been staring at, but it's been you. the entire night!" she exclaims.

"if he's so interested, he can make a move on me." you give her a partial lie. you didn't want to explain how your heart was still in the hands of an italian boy, who used them to crush and destroy it.

"uhh, y/n..." sophia's face contorts with confusion as her eyes look past you.

"and besides, i don't need anyone, soph. i am doing just fine on my ow-"

your voice cuts out just as you feel a light tap on your shoulder. turning on your heels, you are met face-to-face with the man from the bar.

"good luck!" sophia blurts in your ear before darting off to the rest of your friend group.

"what's your name?" the mysterious man grinned down at you, towering over you quite a bit. he wore jeans and a black and white flannel, and had a very pretty smile.

"y/n!" you yell through the noisy music, stood on your tip-toes so he can hear.

"i'm isaiah," he pauses, eyeing you up and down. "do you wanna go upstairs to the lounge? much quieter!" his voice is deep yet loud.

"fuck it," you mumble to yourself under your breath. "why not?" you give the man a small smile.

he turns around, sly grin still spread across his face, as you turn back to see your entire friend group watching the two of you like hawks. they all clap and applaud, cheering you onto this mysterious, but attractive, new man. you roll your eyes playfully at them before following isaiah close behind.

he pushes through a sea of drunken college students, looking back every so often to make sure you're still there.

"i'm gonna hold onto you!" you shout, grabbing a fistful of his flannel as you continued to follow him.

"good idea, wouldn't wanna lose the company of such a pretty girl."

you giggle at him, finally following him up the stairs. once you both arrive at the top, the scenery is much different. it's still a bit loud, but now you can actually hear yourself think. he makes his way towards the bar, sliding a chair out for you, then himself.

a half an hour passes, and you are wasted. you and isaiah spend the time talking, laughing, just casually getting to know each other while sipping drinks. that is until he found his hand rested upon your inner thigh, squeezing you lightly. it sent jolts of electricity to your stomach, and you were too drunk to decide if you liked it or not. you certainly did, but you also certainly only felt nothing but a friendship with this man.

a hookup couldn't hurt, right?

you're leaned back in the bar stool, laughing a little too loud at something isaiah said, when you see him.

a figure dressed in all black is stood just across the bar from you, far away enough that you can't see his facial expression clearly, but you know who it is.

it's your ex-boyfriend, luigi mangione.

his arms are folded neatly against his chest, and he's watching. just watching you, a scowl present on his hollowed face.

your laugh hitches in the back of your throat, blood running cold; your somber expression leaves isaiah laughing by his lonesome.

"i- uh," your voice is small as you look away from those beading eyes, turning your attention back to isaiah. "i've got to go. it was really nice meeting you." you spoke hurriedly, gathering your things and pushing yourself from the bar chair.

"woah woah woah," isaiah spoke, his hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging gently. "did i say something wrong?"

"no—" the corners of your lips tightened into a forced smile. you look back at the spot luigi was once stood, starring at you— but he's gone. there's nobody there. "here, take this. maybe i'll see you around." you sloshed your words rapidly.

you lazily scribble your number on a half-soaked napkin, pushing it towards the man before jerking away at his grasp. he lets you go without putting up anymore of a fight, and you're left stumbling around trying to find the exit.

you could feel your heart fervid in your chest; what the fuck was he doing here? luigi was always one to go out for a few drinks, but he'd never choose to go to a place like this. overcome with turmoil, you finally found the entrance to the stairs. you begin breathing heavy, a panic-attack forcing its way into your system. all you wanted to do was find your way back to your friends to let them know you all needed to leave urgently.

walking— no, more like staggering down the dimly-lit staircase, you're able to contain your heavy panting as you successfully escaped the one who ruined you.

you're about to turn the corner to enter the main floor, where you can hear screams and chants of whatever club-life song is playing.

until you don't.

until, a hand covers your mouth and slams you against the cold, concreate wall of the place.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

it's luigi, and he stares down at you with intense indignation; he gazes at you as if you had just murdered his entire bloodline. deep brown eyes piercing your own, if looks could kill, you'd be a dead woman.

"mmphm," you mumble against his hand, eyes glazed with terror. he drops the hand, but his body is still pressed tightly against your own. "i'm moving on." your voice shakes.

"posting that little tiktok knowing i'd see it, getting all of your friends to rally for you, it's pathetic."

you don't know what comes over you; maybe it's the alcohol or the tumultuous setting, but you are sure filled with rage at the comment. "me, pathetic? look at you, i mean, did you follow me here?" your voice holds more power this time, emphasizing every word to potentially make him feel insane.

to your adversity, it didn't work. or maybe it did, and his reaction was how he camouflaged it.

"don't act stupid, you knew i'd come looking for you. i've been looking for you, sweetheart." his voice booms through the hallway you both are in, completely and utterly alone.

"you're crazy, lu!" you cry over the music, and without warning, you shove him backwards with you're entire force. luigi falters back, catching himself as you turn on your heel to leave. maybe luigi could watch you have the time of your life from a distance.

a hands-reach away from the door, two strong hands pull you backwards, spinning you around shockingly gracefully for how inebriated you are.

he had an insatiable hunger in his eyes this time, holding you in front of him by your shoulders. it wasn't enough to hurt you, but you knew if you tried to move, it would be.

"you wanna see fuckin' crazy?" luigi explodes, tilting his head. "i'll show you crazy." the darkness in his expression sparks something within your chest, and you can't tell if it's terror or euphoria. luigi yanks you behind him, giving you no choice but to follow sheepishly. you can barely walk properly as he lunges for the exit, pushing through the huge crowd of sweaty club-goers.

"luigi! what the fuck are you doing?" you yell over the music, exasperated. he doesn't turn to answer you, only pulls you behind him with much more drive. "my friends!"

finally outside the nightclub, luigi turns to face you, releasing his grip on you. it's like he knew you weren't going to try and escape him.

"good thing we'll have a long enough car ride that you can text them and let them know you went home with whateverthefuckhisnamewas." luigi seethes, furrowing his eyebrows down at you.

"you fucked up!" you scream back at the man in bewilderment. "and now i can't move on? fuck you."

"oh yeah?" he taunts, interlocking his hand with yours and dragging you around the corner of the joint, pinching you between him and the cold wall. much like he did inside, except this time you were outside in an alley-way. "you're gonna want to watch how you talk to me, baby."

excitement, no— you're not sure what it is, but the feeling you have is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

"or what?" you sloshed back at the man, helpless beneath his grip. you wanted things to be different, yet you always found yourself drunk on his persuasion. and at the moment, also drunk with the extensive amount of shots you had taken earlier.

"you're about to find out." luigi spoke solemnly, his voice much more tranquil now that he's got you right where he wants you. 

you open your lips to respond, until luigi's frivolous hands find their way beneath the tight, black mini-skirt you had on. a small gasp escapes from you, eyes widened at the man. he keeps the tiny piece of clothing on, yet eagerly pushes your underwear to the side, his hand sliding against your core. 

this provokes a reaction from you; you try, not very hard, to push his hand away, but to no avail, luigi advances. 

"luigi-- someone's gonna see-" 

"yeah? maybe like that fucker trying to get with my girl?" he hisses, impatiently finding your clit. he uses his long, calloused middle finger to rub circles around your sweet spot, eliciting a moan to escape from your throat. “i hope he sees.”

"i'm not your girl!" you cry out, slowly succumbing to how good his finger feels working on you. it was pathetic; since he knew every exact spot that electrified you, you melted right underneath him. the way your body grinds against his finger defies the harsh words you speak to him. 

luigi removes his touch from you're core, leaving you trembling. "aww," he coos as you look down at your feet, clearly ashamed. "ah, ah." he shakes his head in disapproval as he takes your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him. "tell me you want me to stop." 

nothing. you said... nothing. you blinked up at him innocently, eyes wide as saucers. you take your bottom lip between your teeth and he grins cockily, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue. 

he leans in, his mouth pressed against your ear. "that's what i thought," he growls at you, nipping at the tip of your earlobe with his teeth. it sends shivers down your spine as he plants wet, sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. "come on sweet girl, come home." 

again, you say nothing. luigi appears happy to take this as an invitation to literally sweep you off your feet, bridal style. the motion makes you quite dizzy, making the only thing you're able to focus on is his face. 

"i knew you'd be such a good girl, my bellissima. look at you." he smirked down at you before placing you in the passenger seat of his car, which was parked right out front. it was almost like this was his plan the entire time. 

it all hit you like a truck; you were aware, but not to the fullest extent. beaming car lights flying by you on the busy road all suddenly swirled into a blurry mess. you crane your neck towards the driver seat, an action that costs you the rest of your vision. 

you needed to get it together, to stand up for yourself and march out of this car, but the alcohol had it's claws sunken deep into you. or maybe, it was luigi, as he smoothly slides into the driver seat and clicks your seatbelt over you, then his over himself. 

"l-let me go," your voice quivers, and you're wondering how angry luigi would be if you potentially threw up in his car. 

"you're free to go, pretty girl." 

you look at him, then the sidewalk, busting with drunken and disorderly college students everywhere. you glare at him before sinking down into the passenger seat of the car you knew all too well, eyes fluttering shut. 

good thing you didn't see the smirk apparent on luigi's face as he shifted his car into drive, taking off hurriedly. 

you drifted in and out of consciousness, taking precise notice to every time luigi's hand travels to your upper thigh and squeezes softly. it's truly the only thing keeping you from completely passing out in this man's car, a soft whimper escaping you every time he hits a bump and brushes your heat with his fingers.

after a short drive, you don't exactly remember going inside. you don't remember leaning on luigi for balance, allowing him to escort you to his college apartment, up the stairs and to the right. you don't remember allowing luigi to help you out of your shoes, your socks, and certainly not your skirt. 

at least, that's the story your friends were going to hear after tonight.

"the second i saw you in this," luigi hissed under his breath, his hands roaming the entirety of your body, gripping at the fabric of your skirt. "i knew i was going to be the one taking it off of you tonight, not anybody else." 

you lied sprawled on your back on luigi's bed, letting him touch all over without putting up a fight. as much as you wanted to, it felt so good. 

"luigi," your voice was frail. "stop, please." you begged, finally mustering some strength to roll out of his grasp and to the edge of his bed.

"uh uh," he shook his head, quick to hover over you. your eyes widened as he leaned in, his warm, pink lips only inches away from yours. he runs his tongue over your bottom lip before taking it into his own mouth, biting down on you softly as if he was claiming you. "you knew i'd come for you, don't play stupid now." 

"we shouldn't, lu," you whine, his lips only persuading you to stay. this time, luigi fully interlocks his lips onto yours, moving at an achingly slow pace. he kisses you so deep, with so much passion, you can't help but dip your tongue into his mouth, fighting against his before hesitantly pulling back. "we're not together anymore." 

"oh, yeah? we're not?" he challenges, licking his lips as if it was an attempt to taste you again. in seconds, luigi's got your skirt and underwear pooled at your ankles, leaving you with just your crop top on. without warning, luigi begins sucking and kissing on the inside of your thighs. "come on baby, i just wanna talk." he mumbles against your skin, tickling you.

you gasp, the motion sending quivers throughout your core. he kisses all the way up to your heat just before abruptly pulling back, leaving his emptiness cold. 

it doesn't take long for him to eagerly put his lips back onto yours, his hands tracing the designs on your shirt. 

that is, until he takes both of his hands, grips the fabric at the top of your shirt, and completely tears it in two, tossing it to the floor. 

"hey!" you raise your voice, sitting upwards and now feeling much more vulnerable with zero clothes on.

"always fuckin' hated that top," luigi growled, ignoring your annoyance. he rests his hand on your stomach, pushing you back so you're lying down again, underneath him. "hated seeing you go out in that..." he trailed, his hands making their way back down to your core. 

"we- we can't do this!" you plead, leading luigi to insert two of his fingers inside of you. your mouth gaped open, and you let out a deep breath as you felt the entirety of his fingers reach deep inside of you. 

"shhh," he purred, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushed his middle finger and pointer finger in and out of you. "how wet you are for me says otherwise, you little slut." his voice is in your ear now, fingers picking up the speed as you squirm beneath him. every so often, he'd curl them upwards, reaching a sweet spot that almost had you screaming his name. “is that guy at the bar gonna make you feel like this, huh?”

"fuuuck," you drag out breathlessly; the overwhelming pleasure of his large fingers is hard to be upset with. “n-no… he’s not, lu.”

“that’s what i thought.” his tone is dark. his motions of in-and-out turn rapid, his hand becoming slick with you. "you are such a little fuckin' slut for me," luigi says arrogantly, and you move your hips to be in-synch with the movement of his fingers. "my little play-toy, all mine." 

"god lu-" your voice hitches for a second. "god, i- fuck you!" you try and hold your ground beneath him, but let's face it, at this point it's worthless. 

"aww, fuck me? your wish is my command." luigi smiles smugly before ridding himself of his shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, his large member springing out of them avidly. he spends no time flipping you onto your stomach, and grabbing you by your hips so they're arched in the air, against him. "god, love seeing you like this, y/n. there's nothing you can do to get away from me, from us." 

luigi aligns his dick perfectly with your slit, dripping wet from his actions previously. he teases you by running the length of himself against your heat before plunging into your core, earning loud gasps from the both of you. 

"ow— fuck!" you scream as his tip barely hits your cervix. he stays deep inside of you, relishing in you, for a second before ramming into you again. "l-lu, it- hurts." you whimper, causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and lean into your ear.

"and i don't care," he snarls, pumping in and out of you steadily. "you're gonna take this dick with no complaints, yeah?" the way he's stretching you feels otherworldly, pressure building within your lower stomach. 

"who's gonna fuck you like this, baby? huh?" luigi taunts, using his other free hand to wrap around your neck. he squeezes and you see black spots, wailing at every spot luigi manages to find inside of you. it sends bliss through your entire being with every pump he takes, every time he manages to hit your cervix. the entire room is filled with the smack of his skin hitting yours and the two of you panting, yearning and aching for a climax.

"fucking answer me." he lets go of your throat, expecting a response. he juts into you deep, lingering for a few seconds.

"n-no one but you." you stutter, choking on built-up spit in the back of your throat. luigi wraps his hand back around your neck, pulling on your hair, hard. 

"mhm, good girl." he praises, and you let yourself become lost in pleasure.

luigi fucks into you like you're the last two people on earth, like he's never going to see you again. your world spins, feeling yourself closer and closer to the edge of what luigi has started. 

"i'm so close— lu." you're practically pleading at this point. 

"not yet, pretty." luigi's fast-paced thrusts stop abruptly. he stops, only to flip you over once again, now facing him. "gonna cum all over you, i want you to watch." 

he's quick to bury himself inside of you again, a deep guttural moan spilling from the man's mouth as he does so. "so good, y/n, how the fuck do you always feel so good?" he grins down at you, beads of sweat running along his forehead as his fast-pace returns. 

"mmm," luigi moans before taking his thumb to your cheek, embracing you. that is, until he tugs at your bottom lip with it and you oblige, opening your mouth. he slips his thumb onto your tongue, and you swirl it around before closing your lips and sucking. "take it baby, take it just like that." he continued. 

it slowly was becoming far too much for you to handle. the pressure building within your lower stomach started to feel like an itch you needed to scratch, a finish line you needed to chase. with every time luigi's dick hit deep inside, you began to feel yourself coming completely undone beneath the man. 

"that's it baby, cum for me, remember who you belong to." 

"i'm gonna— fuck!" you screamed. he knew you so well. how your mannerisms changed just as you were about to finish; your moans got louder and your hips bucked themselves into luigi, like you needed more of him. 

your lower body began to shake dementedly, that feeling in your stomach exploded and reached every other portion of your body, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. 

as if on cue, luigi's moans picked up as well. his breathing became rapid-- until it hitched completely and he pulled his length out of you, glistening white cum spilling onto your arched stomach. you gasped at the sight, sending you over the edge. your body twitched with glee, your slit left throbbing. 

"fuck." luigi hissed, using his hand to jerk the remaining white liquid from himself and onto you. 

breathing heavy, luigi used what seem to be his last bit of strength to plant a sweet, gentle kiss on your forehead before plopping down next to you on his back.

"let's get you cleaned u-" 

turning his head to the side, you were completely passed out now. on your back, breathing softly as the alcohol took you from cohesion to restful sleep.

not that you were aware, but luigi quietly cleaned you up. he slipped one of his t-shirts over you, careful not to wake you. you looked so peaceful, especially after recent events. 

"sweet dreams, bellissima," luigi cooed, stroking your hair as he draped an arm around you. "we'll talk in the morning." he said to nobody.