So Fucking Good Ive Reread These Like Ten Times 😩😩😩😩

Moonlight devotion

They hadn’t touched each other in weeks.

Not properly. Not the way they used to. Not the way that made her breath catch and his hands tremble and the room go quiet.

They still loved each other…deeply. That was never the issue. It was everything else that kept building around them: work, burnout, family, long stretches of silence. Even their kisses had started to feel muted, like they weren’t reaching far enough in. Like their bodies were together but their hearts were just barely holding on.

So when he booked the trip, he didn’t ask.

She saw the confirmation email pop up while folding laundry.

“Puerto Vallarta. 4 nights. Just us.”

That was all it said.

No questions. No pressure. Just an offering.

She accepted.

By the second night, the villa had softened something between them. They spoke more. Touched more. Still not enough,but more. He watched her all day like he was trying to remember her skin. She let him. And when the sun dropped past the sea, and the sky turned that deep bruised purple, she finally felt something shift in her chest. They’d eaten on the terrace,barefoot, still damp from the pool, eating mango with their hands and laughing at nothing. He’d looked at her with that look again. The one that said I remember who we are.

And when the song started playing,soft and low from the speaker she barely touched…she froze.

“Finishing eight or nine?

Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

It was Champagne Coast.

She hadn’t played it in front of him before. It felt too intimate. Like a confessional. But hearing it now, floating through the warm air, did something to her. She stood up without saying a word.He followed when she walked down the path, past the villa, past the pool, barefoot across stone and sand, until she was in the ocean.

The waves welcomed her like they knew her name. She walked in slowly, the water curling around her ankles, her knees, her thighs. The silk wrap slipped off her body and was left behind on the shore. She turned to face him. Bikini barely clinging to her curves. Hair wet from the ocean breeze. Chest rising slowly, like she was waiting for something.

And Luigi…..he just stood there, staring. Shirtless. Silent. His chest rising like he was about to speak, but couldn’t.

He stepped into the water.

“I told you I’ll be waiting

Hiding from the rainfall…”

The lyrics floated behind him as he reached her, hands trembling slightly as they came up to cup her face.

“You’re here,” he murmured, like he didn’t believe it.

“So are you.”

He swallowed. “We haven’t really been, though. Not for a while.”

“No,” she agreed softly. “But we are now.”

And then she kissed him.

It started soft.

Slow and familiar, lips parting just enough to feel the heat. Her fingers curled into his hair, his hands sliding down her back, and they stayed like that—kissing in chest-deep water with the tide pulling them gently, quietly back into each other.

“Tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?”

He broke the kiss, breath shaky. “I kept giving and giving. You wouldn’t take it.”

She looked up at him. “You were giving everything to everyone else.”

He paused. Nodded. “You’re right.”

“On my last strength against all that you believed…”

Her eyes glassed over, not with tears—but with recognition. She wasn’t angry anymore. Just worn down.

“I don’t want to fight about it,” she whispered.

“Me either.”

“Then show me.”

He pulled her closer, kissed the side of her neck, and slid his hands under the water, down her sides, around her thighs.

“I want you,” he rasped. “Right here.”

She nodded. “Take me.”

He didn’t even pull her bikini bottoms off. Just pushed them to the side underwater and lifted her legs around his waist. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, and her head fell back with a gasp that barely left her mouth.

“Jesus,” he hissed, gripping her ass tighter, holding her in place. “You feel… fuck. You feel like everything I’ve been missing.”

“Come into my bedroom

Come into my bedroom…”

Her lips brushed his ear. “We’re not in your bedroom.”

“You are my bedroom,” he said, thrusting up hard enough to make her cry out. “Wherever you are, that’s where I rest.”

The ocean rocked them. The song played on. The night stood still.His movements were slow, deliberate,like he was relearning her. Like he wanted to fuck her, worship her, and apologize all at once.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I never stopped being yours.”

His voice cracked. “I thought I lost you.”

“You couldn’t.” She clenched around him just to prove it. “You’d have to kill me first.”

“Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

“I told you I’ll be waiting…”

He groaned into her neck, hips stuttering as he felt her getting closer. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Let go.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you are.” He kissed her hard, eyes locked to hers. “You’re gonna cum for me and then I’m gonna hold you all fucking night.”

She did.

Clutching his shoulders, crying out into the sea air, her legs trembling around his waist as he spilled into her with a growl that echoed across the water.

“Young as I want to know

I will never let you go

Trading a baseball lover

As I face the snow…”

They stayed in the water, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in.There were no promises spoken. They didn’t need them. He kissed her softly, reverently, like he was grateful. She held him like she was home again. And in the distance, as the moon sank lower and the ocean cradled them, the last lyrics played faintly from above:

“So tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?

On my last strength against you

Baby, tell me what you need…”

The sun crept in slowly. It warmed the gauzy curtains first, then the edge of the sheets, and finally the curves of her body where she lay curled half on her stomach, her thigh slung across the center of their bed. Her skin glowed golden, freckles from the sun just starting to bloom, lips parted around shallow breaths, hair fanned out across the pillows like she’d melted into the mattress. Luigi had been awake for over an hour, just watching. He hadn’t meant to be. But sometime before sunrise,after they’d rinsed off in the outdoor shower, after they dried each other with too-small towels and slipped under the white sheets still damp with salt, he’d opened his eyes and seen her like this. And there was no going back to sleep.

She looked wrecked in the best way.

His scratches were still faint along her hips. Her throat was peppered with light red kisses. Her legs had that subtle tremble that came from being held and taken and adored in deep water. And beneath all that,beneath the curve of her ass and the dip of her back,he could still feel her heat, like the ocean hadn’t washed any of it away. He shifted under the covers.Slowly, quietly, he slid lower, one hand smoothing over her calf, the other parting her thighs.She sighed in her sleep, but didn’t stir. He dipped his head beneath the sheets.

And just like that….his lips were on her.

She moaned low when she felt it….barely conscious, hips rolling forward against his tongue before she even opened her eyes.

“Lu…”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t say a word.

Just groaned softly as he tasted her again, licked a slow stripe through her folds, and wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her still.

She tried to twist. Tried to push at his shoulder. “Too early—fuck, wait—”

“Nope,” he muttered into her pussy. “Not after last night.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re soaked.”

“You made me sleep with your cum inside me,” she mumbled, breath catching. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

“I’m not kissing your mouth,” he said, teasing. “I’m kissing the part of you that cried for me in the ocean.”

She whimpered.

He flattened his tongue against her clit, circled slow, then sucked gently until her back arched off the mattress. Her hand tangled in his curls, pulling tight. “You’re not allowed to do this—be this gentle and disgusting at the same time.”

“I’m making up for lost time.”

She gave in after that. Let him part her legs further. Let him feast on her slowly, like he had nowhere to be. Like she was his favorite thing in the world,and she was. He edged her for ten minutes, stopping just when she started to tremble, licking softly over the ache, then diving back in until her thighs clenched around his head.

“Luigi,” she gasped. “Don’t—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not this time.

She came with a broken cry, legs shaking, her fingers slipping from his hair as she collapsed fully against the pillows. He kissed her thighs. Her stomach. Traced a lazy path up her spine before crawling beside her, mouth shining, eyes dark and still hungry. They laid there for a while, her chest pressed to his, fingers drawing slow circles over his side.

“You always wake up like that?” she asked eventually.

“Only when you’re here.”

She tilted her chin. “You miss me that much?”

He looked at her…really looked. Like the sun finally lit up something he’d been afraid to admit in the dark.

“I never stopped missing you,” he said. “Even when you were right next to me.”

Her lips parted. But she didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Pressed her forehead to his. Closed her eyes.

“I don’t want to go back to how it was,” she whispered.

“We won’t.”

“You promise?”

“I’ll show you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “Starting with breakfast. And then maybe we fuck on the kitchen counter.”

She laughed,really laughed this time.

“God, I missed your brain,” she said, curling closer, voice sleepy and sweet.

“You missed my dick more.”

“Shut up.”

But she was smiling. And he was already reaching for her again.

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

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

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treacherous || luigi mangione

genuinely spent so much time pondering how to write this out, thank you to the anon who sent the request i really love how it turned out :,) also in my head luigi loves taylor swift, hence the ending mwahahaha

WARNINGS: none, fluff, a moment where luigi snaps from stress, f!reader, kinda (not really) proofread

SUMMARY: After being freed from prison, Luigi has plenty to catch up on and he tries his best to reply to letters from supporters, but between keeping up with them in a timely manner, having a new girlfriend and other things he’s trying to do — he snaps at you.

WC: 2.1k

It had been over a year since he walked free. Through thick and thin — it had been endless hours of pondering, worry and prayers to a higher power; unsure if they were even listening. By some miracle, the verdict fell on the courtroom like an angelic tune: “not guilty.” His legal team had spent so much time in understanding every aspect and working through so many kinks that they encountered. But they did it.

It was you he found in the midst of it all, an escape from the hells he suffered through, when he saw you, when he read your letter – he felt like he had found heaven. There was something about you that fascinated and intrigued him. He impacted you equally – the male’s image, what he stood for… Something almost revolutionary that somehow united a split nation. Your heart ached every time something new was revealed about his case, the way he had been treated was diabolical. A disgrace to the country – to the world – to the people.

Strong as a tree he stood, resilient and kind despite his circumstances. Even behind bars – he was such a darling before it all happened. You always believed in his innocence. The mere thought of support made his heart cheerful, even in the strange, various ways people expressed it. He was proud to bring people together.

So, now that he sat in the comfort of his own home, still haunted by the memories of the life he endured inside that prison – he kept a smile on his face and continued to spread positivity, more than happy to keep in contact with those who showed him nothing but love in a time of pain. It was difficult to write back to what seemed like over a thousand different letters, but he kept persistent and worked diligently day in and day out to be sure everyone received a response from him. He was writing a letter back to a mother, to whom he pondered his reply for a few days now. It troubled him more than most letters normally would, considering these types were always heartbreaking. The ways the healthcare system treated families was so dehumanizing. It was a sad reality.

He wasn’t all for the public eye and attention on him, he never was – he appreciated it nonetheless, he would never not be grateful for people caring. It was a rocky process, getting out so many responses. Sometimes he’d get a bit stressed because of it. Today was one of those days, he had a major hand cramp, a slight headache on the left temple and a sudden stump. His fingers trembled, causing a shake through the pen he jotted with; a cramp in his back made him sit up straight forcefully and he glanced out the apartment window – a little break for his eyes.

When sense finally sunk back in and he focused on the paper, you had walked back in from running a few errands. Luigi had been so indulged in keeping up with his replies for weeks. It became a little annoying for you, not necessarily because you needed his attention – okay maybe you did; but all he did lately was write. Day in, day out. He tried not to overwhelm himself with anything else so it didn’t disturb his thought process while reading then replying to letters. Perhaps tonight you would cook something for him, and he could take a break to talk with you. His routine was just: wake up, clean up, read through letters, have lunch around noon, then he’d start responding to all of those letters he spent reading during the morning. He’d grab a snack for dinner or order out for you both, and still be writing.

Sure, his dedication was endearing, however it could be too much on you. It felt like your partner had just become another person in the house rather than what he was before he decided: “I think I’ll start replying to all of those letters.” 

“Hey Lu,” you said softly as you hung your keys on the hook by the door, kicked off your shoes and sat your bag on the couch. He doesn’t reply, just hums something as he writes. You sighed and carried the bag of groceries to the kitchen, then sat them on the counter. “I’m cooking dinner tonight, so we can sit together and eat. Maybe you can tell me about your letters?” You smile, placing some refrigerated things in their place; and all you’re met with is a nod from the back of his head. Shaking your own, you slowly pad off to the bedroom. You had been ready to shower since you got up, while you were out, you went to the gym. 

After, you winded down. Drying your hair carefully, applying skincare and dressing comfortably. Maybe an hour went by – you weren’t entirely sure. You stand, sliding into your fuzzy slippers and emerging from the bedroom, no surprise that Luigi’s still sitting there silently. “Hey, I’m gonna start cooking now, I know it’s a little early but I was thinking we could have a movie night.” 

No response … You continue on with what you please. 

He was hyper-focused on making the best response, and all he heard was the nose you were making. Clanking a pot or two, rustling food packages, popping oils, every sound sinking into his ear drums and driving him nuts. Accidentally, you dropped some tomatoes, they were just the small cherry ones. “Shit,” you muttered, they rolled around and scattered. Luigi rubs his temple. When dinner was finished, you were so content with it, you glanced over at Lu. “I’m done with supper, are you ready to eat?” ...  “Luigi.”

Silence. “Babe.”

Nothing. Again. “Luigi,” You call, and he turns, staring at you. He then rises up, comes over and picks up the plate you were holding for him. “Mhm.” He hums and walks back off to the desk. Like getting a toddler’s attention – the casual span of a gnat of course, Luigi plops back down in his chair and eats while reading another letter. You dine alone at the table, quietly. The only sound to flow throughout the room is the gentle scrape of the silverware on the plate, or small swallow. You offer Luigi seconds, but he denies. So, you take his plate and begin cleaning up – normally he would assist with that, or do it himself if you cooked; alas, tonight he wouldn’t.

Your hands are rushed over by warm, soapy water as you scrub the plates, the silverware, the pan and pot you used. Then carefully wiped down the stove, the countertops and the table despite you being the only one who sat there tonight. You were able to sit down, just let out relief knowing that was all set and done – in the corner was Lu, writing again. After dinner you guys would relax on the couch and watch a series or movie together, soak in life. He was able to enjoy breathing freely again when he’d sink into the cushions and throw pillows – wrap his strong arm around your side as you lay your head on his broad chest, your serotonin bursting out as you burrow in his embrace.

It's the opposite, you don’t lean into anyone, no extra warmth, no company, just you, the couch and the black TV screen you hadn’t turned on yet. You wanted to wait, perhaps he’d change his mind tonight, he’ll set everything aside and come to you. Tuck himself behind your body as he cradles you into his side, cover both his and your legs with a fuzzy blanket, pet your hair until you eventually fall asleep right there so he’ll carry you to bed.

Not tonight.

You take yourself back to bed after TV time – if you even consider it that. The TV stayed on mute as to not disturb your boyfriend’s intense writing session in the corner of the apartment. It only bothered you somewhat. 

What finally tipped the iceberg was waking up at 2 AM and finding the illuminating light from a small lamp on his desk still on. His eyelids droopy, his pen hovers over the page hesitantly, shaking ever so slightly. Luigi was one blink away from passing out.

“Lu, come to bed will you?” Your voice replies gently – there’s no visible reaction from the male. “Luigi,” you repeated. He draws in a breath, sitting up, his back cracks quietly, causing his face to contort in a reflection of mild discomfort. Being hunched over the desk all day is equally worse to being hung over a laptop or phone all day. Which he normally was against doing to himself. He cut a connection with electronics at a certain point in his life, and he swore it was one of the greatest things he did to help his mental and physical health. Now here he is, sleep deprived and ruining his posture simultaneously 

“Please come to bed, you look so exhausted.” 

He tilts his head and continues to write (what you’re assuming is) a new letter. You just missed him, you wanted to cuddle to sleep and know he was there in the bed by you as you close your eyes and let peace swallow you whole. Your heart aches to be without him – even if he is there. You love him too much. 

“Luigi, babe–” “Oh my god, don’t you see that I’m trying to write these letters?! Just shut up for five seconds, I’ll go to bed when I’m ready!” He snaps at you, the tiredness is clear as day on his face. Normally his skin is a gentle tan, slowly losing its color – going pale again. HIs eye bags were saddening and as you stared in disbelief that he snapped at you like that. It’s truly painful to you. You understood he was busy, overly stressed trying to respond to more letters than possible every day. He needed to slow down though. He was driving himself crazy by not sleeping enough and not socially interacting only through letters.

He sat silent after his little snap, he sighs as immediate guilt crept over him and he looked at your expression. Never used to that, he never gets angry or upset with you, he always talks it out slowly, genuinely, lovingly. He had no idea what came over him, but now – staring at you – his beautiful, tender-loving girlfriend who he probably just startled by yelling at – was eyes-wide and arms folded. 

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry – I didn’t mean…” His apology is delayed when you walk off to the bedroom. He rubs his aching face, then combs his fingers through his curls and stands – finally. After hours. He swallows a lump in his throat as he makes his way back to your shared room and leans against the doorframe. “Look, baby…”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Lu.” Your voice is muffled by the way you lay against the pillow – facing away from the door. “Look – I didn’t mean to snap at you okay? I’m really stressed right now… That’s not an excuse though, I should never yell at you, bellissima.” He murmurs, sitting beside your feet at the edge of the bed, his weight sinks the mattress awkwardly. His hand reaches out, lanky fingers wrap around your leg and he gives it a squeeze through the fabric of your pajama pants. When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw, he has no idea what to do other than to give you attention. He should’ve done it before, never ignored you, he felt horrible.

“I’m so, so sorry princess.” He whispers, crawling up on the bed behind you. He snaked his arms around your waist, his breath heats the side of your neck as he begins peppering kisses right there. All he knew was he wasn’t letting either of you go to bed until you were happy again. He squishes your back against his front. “Dolcezza,” he sighs, “Please talk to me.”

You shake your head slowly, he kisses your jawline. “You’re my princess,” his breath tickles your skin. “I’m gonna make time for you, I shouldn’t prioritize anything else in the world over you, my love. Even cheesy letters.” He says, you turn onto your back and he immediately grins, the corners of his lips turn up, his cheeks blush every time he sees that pretty face of yours. He inches towards you, resting his chin in the valley between your breasts, harmlessly.

He flaps and flutters his big hazel eyes, those flawless lashes – like a new puppy. “Oh fine, you big baby.” You smile, but his smile’s brighter. He leans up and plants his plump rosy lips against yours. “So treacherous.” His eyes meet yours again.

You squint and raise a brow, “Was that a Taylor Swift reference?”

“Maybe.”

“You actually like Taylor Swift!”

“All too well.” He says cheekily.

YOU JUST BLESSED US THANK YOU PART 2 WHEN

THANK YOU!! I really do wanna write a part 2 but i don’t know what to make it into!!! Like i have a vision for possibly a part 3 where another guy in the friend group jokingly asks for a massage and everyone laughs it off but lu actually shows up later that night to make sure it never happens and finally sex ensues??? But idkkk i feel like there should be a second part between these twooo,, so if anyone has any thoughts on that pls pls pls let me knowwww im kinda stumped rn ;(

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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luigi mangione - the man that will stop fucking you because he knows he’s about to nut too fast so he eats your pussy to calm himself down before continuing 😣

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THE DINER

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: please don’t call the cops, they’ll make luigi stop, and he just wants to talk!

WARNINGS: this is DARK so pls read these. dubcon, cnc(?), manipulation, stalking, p in v, bondage, breaking in, choking, dark!luigi my FAVVV LFGGG!!!

NOTES: soo i started writing this as a short imagine and got carried away. i am obsessed with dark lu, plz stalk me pretty boy,,,

luigi was never one to be girl-obsessed.

sure, he had lots of crushes on girls, went on dates, even had a few girlfriends here and there. yet nothing ever seemed to stick, as luigi would always feel that the other person never truly understood him. he'd get bored, always longing for more. nobody ever lived up to his standards, and as time passed, his priorities shifted.

until one day, when you appeared in his life.

pink soft lips that were tinted with gloss, eyes glazed up at him in awe; it took almost everything in him not to fuck you right then and there in the mail room.

it started off innocent; it seemed as if the two of you left the same apartment complex at the same time every morning for work. sometimes, luigi got to hold the door open for you, or stop the elevator door from closing on you.

luigi would finally work up the courage to start greeting you with a warm smile and a "g'morning ms. neighbor."

he noticed the way your cheeks flushed, shyly smiling up at him and mumbling a soft greeting back.

then, on a busy day at the apartment, you and luigi were the last to file into the small elevator, seeing as you both lived on the fourth floor.

there had to be, what, almost seven people crammed into this elevator? you were stood directly in front of luigi, the lack of space forcing your backside to be pressed up against the front of him.

you felt him hover behind you, breath hitched as the elevator began its journey upwards, causing you to stumble back and press into him harder.

that was the moment it happened for him; he took in the scent of your silky hair, your ass pressing into his strained cock before he wrapped his giant hand around your stomach, quick to keep you balanced. luigi swore you felt it too, by the way you gasped at the motion.

reaching the fourth floor with the ding of the elevator, you both stepped out.

"thank you." you had innocently smiled up at him.

after that, he finally let it consume him. he let you consume him. what started as a pure crush slowly transformed into a full-blown obsession.

he started to memorize the exact time you'd leave for work, and the exact time you'd arrive back home.

he even memorized your laundry days, where he was quick to slip in and out of the community laundry room, shoving a pair of your underwear into his pocket.

the days you'd leave at night, he'd start to follow you.

at first it was only to your car, just to ensure your safety, he'd tell himself. then he wondered, did you belong to somebody else?

so he'd carefully watch as you'd go out to the bars with friends, restaurants, and his particular favorite spot, the library. never seen with any other man, though. he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he felt like he needed to be your protector.

luigi would go to his favorite diner every friday, and write you letters. letters about how perfect you were, about your future together, about how you belonged to him. he’d slip them near your mailbox, yet you never seemed to actually receive them.

the nights were his worst enemy— knowing you were so close to him, and who knows what you were doing all alone?

he’d lie there on his back, shirtless and jaw clenched, hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. he would imagine you on your knees, taking his entire length until you gagged so hard your eyes would water. pumping up and down, he’d moan out your name until he reached his climax.

one night, luigi took it too far.

you’d left your apartment, turning the corner to the elevator. once out of sight, luigi took it upon himself to rush to your door, barely holding it open before it closed shut. he pulled the black gator mask up over his mouth and nose before heading in.

he was inside.

he slowly poked around, taking in every inch of the place you called home. he was taking a notice to the books you had placed on a bookshelf, when he hears the lock on the front door jiggling.

panicked, luigi shoved himself into a small storage closet in the hallway.

peeking through the slit of the door, there you were, in his sight. you dropped a package down on your kitchen counter, sighing to yourself.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you.

this was luigi’s only chance to escape— he waited a few minutes before slowly turning the doorknob, pushing the door open with no noise.

that’s when he heard it.

the soft hum of a vibrator, buzzing with life behind your door.

“mmm— fuck, luigi.”

luigi’s throat almost caught on fire, a burning sensation flaring in his stomach. you couldn’t have just said what he thought you said, right?

he quietly pressed his ear up to your door, now able to hear you much more prominently.

“just like that, oh my god, luigi.” you panted out to nobody.

it’s like he couldn’t stop himself— he knew it was a terrible idea, yet his body reacted before his mind could interject the idea.

and before he knows it, he is greeted with the most beautiful sight he’s swore he’s ever seen.

you’re lying on your back, completely bare and exposed. your back is arched, legs spread open as if you were welcoming luigi into them. you had a small blue vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed.

that is, until you hear the door open, and your eyes fling open in shock. horrified, you’re frozen in place as you look up at the man, standing casually in your door frame.

you’re quick to turn the vibrator off, pulling your comforter over your bare body. “what the hell are you doing?” you practically shriek, backing up into the corner of your bed frame.

in seconds, luigi rushes to your side. you react to this, shoving yourself further into the corner and pulling your covers over your head. “hey, stop!”

“i just wanna talk.” his voice is dark.

his hands are everywhere, as if even he’s trying to figure out what to do with them. you thrash against his pull, but it’s too late. he’s got his hands wrapped around your hips, pulling your comforter down so he can see your face.

you’re looking at each other for a brief second— and you realize you know who this is. half of his face is concealed, but you’d recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. his curly dark hair was disheveled, eyes tired as he pulled the mask down to reveal his unshaven face.

you open your mouth to scream, but you’re too late. luigi presses one of his large hands to your mouth, the other still wrapped around your hip, pressing you into the mattress. you squirmed beneath him, yet you knew he was much stronger than you.

“hi, pretty,” luigi stared at you in awe as you finally stopped wriggling underneath his grasp. “you’ve no idea what i’ve got in store for us.”

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his hand pressed so hard against your mouth that it was starting to make your jaw sore. all you could do was shake your head ‘no’ at him.

which, he ignored. he didn’t even know where he wanted to start with you, couldn’t believe he finally was in this position. he’d only dreamt of the things he was going to do to you once he finally got ahold of you.

“i’m gonna take my hand away, and you’re gonna stay quiet, understood?” luigi asked. you lied there, frozen and unable to respond. “let me know you understand, baby.”

you slowly nodded your head up and down, eyes widened as you stared up at him. you cringed at the pet-name. he was currently sat on the edge of your bed, using all of his weight to hold you down. you weren’t squirming anymore, but he couldn’t risk giving you a moment to flee.

he slid his hand away from your mouth, and you gasped at the ability to take a deep breath.

“wh- what do you want from me?” you whimpered pathetically, which tugged at luigi’s heart strings. you were so helpless beneath him, and this only sent the blood rushing straight to his cock.

“i don’t want anything from you,” he started, stroking your hair gently. the motion made you flinch, yet you let it continue. “i want you.”

that’s when you took a chance.

his grip on your hip had loosened as he caressed your hair, and you took this as an opportunity to get away from him. you jolted upright, mustering enough strength to attempt pushing luigi off of the bed, giving you an escape path.

only, luigi didn’t budge when you pushed him. he swayed back a bit, but it was nothing that caught him off guard.

he chuckled at you cockily before standing up, and you tried to bolt around him. before you could pass him, luigi gripped onto both of your shoulders, body slamming you back down onto the bed.

“please!” you yelled underneath the man. he was on top of you now— his entire weight held you down, his hands angrily shaking you by your shoulders. not to the point where it’d hurt you, but rather as a way to get you to listen to him.

“oh, don’t give me that.” he scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “who was the one moaning my name?”

your face flushed with embarrassment— he wasn’t wrong.

“get off of me, luigi! this isn’t funny-“

“i was never joking.” his tone is dark, much like the look in his eyes. you really get to take in his features now, being so close to him. his face was lined with scruff as the black gator mask hung from his neck. he had a black beauty mark on his cheek, and his eyes looked so tired. breathing heavily, your eyes met his as he hovered above you. “so pretty, you’re so pretty baby.” he mumbled, mesmerized by you for a few seconds. your eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his darkened eyes.

that’s when they were on you— all over you, actually. his cold lips met yours with haste, pressing into you deeply. you kissed him back, yet your mind still resented this. his tongue eagerly dipped into your mouth, swirling against your own before pulling away. he kissed your cheek, your neck, your tits— his body mass still kept you pressed to your mattress.

“please-“ you half-moaned, all you could do was watch. “you don’t have to do this.” you weakly protested.

“shh, bellisima,” luigi cooed against your bare stomach, his words sending chills down your spine. he pulled away, watching you carefully to make sure you stayed put.

in one swift motion, he pulled his shirt off of his head, biting down on the fabric and letting it hang from his mouth. he took you by your legs, pulling you down further on the bed. you lied there on your back as he took both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. taking his shirt out of his mouth, he then used it to tie your wrists together, above your head.

you fought it at first, thrashing your hands away. but luigi was too strong, and had you tied up in minutes.

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted to see you like this,” luigi mumbled, propping himself up on his knees so he could take you in. you lied there, completely bare and all for him to take. your hands were tied above your head, too weak to do anything about it. he leaned into your ear, “i know you’ve thought about this too, about us.” he hissed.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” luigi muttered before lying down next to you. he took in every curve, imperfection, and detail there was to you. you lied there, motionless as tears began to spill from your eyes. he ignored them, and began tracing your stomach with his fingertips. this sent electricity through your entire being, the sensitivity of him barely touching you forcing you to buck your hips upwards. “and so needy, mmm.”

“just let me go.” you persisted, back arched against his touch.

“i just want to help you, baby. can’t you see that?” luigi tried explaining before sitting upwards, placing his large hand on your inner thigh. you gasped at the motion, his hand rubbing circles on that sweet spot against the inside of your leg.

“help me with what?” you demanded, your body slowly giving into luigi’s pleasure. your stomach fluttered as his middle finger made its way towards your clit.

“shh, let me just show you.”

with that, luigi’s middle finger and index finger were pressed firmly together, rubbing your clit with slow, agonizing circles. you were already stimulated from before luigi showed up, so this felt like torture. you shifted underneath him, wriggling at his touch.

“see, feels better than that little toy you got, yeah?” he asked, not expecting an answer. you ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure soared through you.

“look at me.” he commanded, and you ignored him, keeping your eyes locked shut.

“fucking look at me.” luigi hissed, a short warning before he plunged his two fingers into your core, slick with you. you gasped loudly, eyes flying open as luigi started to fuck you with just his fingers. the pleasure felt unlike anything you’ve experienced before— his fingers curled against those sweet spots that lied deep within. “mhm, my good girl.” he praised you, only picking up speed.

“oh my god—“ you choked out, arms still raised above your head. you couldn’t do anything besides squirm against the pleasure, something that almost sent luigi over the edge. his fingers kept a daringly fast pace and you wondered how he wasn’t tired.

“feels good, yeah baby? you like when these hands fuck you?” he teased, licking his lips at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. all you could do is whimper in response, panting and nodding rapidly. what were you doing?

“god— i can’t wait any longer. don’t fucking move.” luigi demands aggressively, pulling his fingers out of you. they drip with you, and you whine at the bare feeling of him abandoning you. he notices this, and smirks devilishly. “so impatient, yeah? you want this dick?”

“please.” you pleaded— you weren’t sure if it was for him to stop or keep going. before slipping off his sweats, luigi takes both of the fingers that once were inside of you, and raises them to your mouth.

“open.” he commands, and you do. he slides his two long, bulky fingers onto your tongue and you close your lips around them, sucking hard. he slides them so deep that they reach the back of your throat, forcing you to gag lightly. “you’re doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl.” he rewarded you once again, and you decide to surprise him by swirling your tongue around his fingers.

“fuck—“ he groaned. you sent him over the edge. he pulls his fingers out of you, then slides his sweats all the way off, along with his underwear. his cock springs out, and the size is enough to make you panic.

your eyes widen, and you instinctively back up against the head board at the size of his length.

“uh uh,” luigi commands, quick to grab you by your legs and pull you back downwards. “it’s only gonna hurt for a little baby, but you’re gonna take it.”

“no—“ you choked out, eyes glossy.

“don’t be afraid of me,” luigi stroked himself a few times before he was sat in-between your legs, holding them down so he was sure you weren’t able to go anywhere. “i’m what you need.”

“t-too big.” was all you could manage, and he chuckles.

“let’s stretch you out then, yeah?”

without another warning, luigi spit in his hand and stroked himself again, lining his tip up to your core. he wasted no time inserting himself into you, and it took everything in him to not slam his entire length against your cervix.

“owww!” you cried out as the tip of his cock buried inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed, nails digging into his back.

“mmm.” luigi purred into your ear, letting himself stretch you out before pushing himself deeper into you. your eyes blurred, pain searing throughout your lower body.

“luigi—“ you cried. “it- it hurts. stop.”

“pay attention to this, instead.” he instructed before pressing his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly. you cried out, attempting to lift a hand to push his mouth away, but you’re still tied down. he pushed his cock further into you, a deep moan against your skin. he took it upon himself to then bite down at your skin, leaving you howling in pain.

your eyes seared with wetness, the sensation in your neck tingling against his canines as he bit down again, this time even harder. the skin broke, leaving deep blue and purple marks.

he was finally buried deep inside of you— his cock stretching you more than you’ve ever been before. he lingered for a second, looking up at you and wiping the tears away.

“so beautiful.” he whispered before pulling himself out of you, then slamming back in at full force. your entire body seized beneath him, feeling electrified in a way you’ve never felt before.

luigi started slow, yet hard. he rammed into you agonizingly slow, hitting your cervix when he’d go all of the way. his eyes were locked onto yours during every thrust, you biting your lip as obscenities flew from your mouth.

“focus on this, baby.” his voice rasped, and he bit down on your collarbone this time, earning a yelp from you. surprisingly, it was working. the harder he’d bite, the less you felt the pain of you stretching wider to fit his length. “that’s it, my pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin.

buzzing beneath him, you started to jerk your hips into him, signaling you wanted him to pick up the pace.

“so fuckin’ needy, want me to fill you up, yeah? claim you so you’re all mine.” he growled, his words heavy against your ear.

“i’m not yours…” you trailed, whining. you knew this would potentially set him off, force him to fuck you faster.

“no?” he asked tauntingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continued fucking you slowly. he squeezed hard— then harder, and harder, until you started to see black specks cling to your vision. “not mine, huh? sure fuckin’ looks like you belong to me.”

and you were right, this did set him off.

he wrapped his other hand around your throat as well, squeezing as he finally picked up his pace. the pain you once felt now turned into aching pleasure. you felt your lower stomach pit with that heavy feeling— you were becoming seemingly close.

beads of sweat pooled at luigi’s forehead, his hands still glued to your throat as a necklace. you couldn’t focus on one thing: luigi’s cock plunging into you rapidly, your vision becoming blurred from how hard he was choking you, and the pleasure building within. it was all becoming too much, and you needed a release.

“come on baby, come on.” he encouraged you along, angrily bucking his hips so hard that the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together rapidly. he removed his firm grasp from your throat, a bruise already forming. “god, i’m fuckin’ obsessed with you, y/n. you’re all i think about.”

“i’m— fuck! i’m cumming, lu.” you said through clenched teeth, voice barely above a whisper from how hard he had choked you previously. you let yourself release all over him, your body shuddering in pure satisfaction.

luigi was quick to follow, a few more ragged pumps sending him into his own euphoria. he moaned deep into your ear— a sound you were sure you needed to get tattooed on yourself. he pulled himself out of you before stroking himself, letting his white substance pour all over your stomach.

“oh my god,” he huffed, lazily sprawling out next to you. “y/n- i.” he started as he began untying your wrists.

you were quick to rise to your feet, not caring if you made a mess. before he realized, you were already down the hallway and in your bathroom, door locked.

luigi was seconds behind you, banging at the door the second it slammed in his face. “fuck— y/n! let me take care of you.” he pleaded, pawing at the doorknob.

you took a huge deep breath before taking a good look into the mirror.

huge purple marks dotted your neck, the spots where he bit. you leaned over the counter, wincing as your fingertips grazed over them. a thick, blue ring lined your neck, where his hands once resided.

“holy fuck.” you mumbled to yourself. your hair was a mess, and your makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“baby—“

you swung the door open, greeted by a naked luigi. he stood there, eyes soft this time as he cupped your face in his hands.

it’s like he fucked you dumb, or maybe you were still in shock. you said nothing as he walked you over to your shower, wrapping a towel over your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the tub portion.

he started the water, rubbing your leg as he did so.

“let’s clean you up, yeah?” he questioned, and all your could do was nod, your brain mush.

he slid you down into the warm, comforting water. you didn’t even realize it, but you were still shaking ever since he made you finish. you sat there, looking up at the man in awe, as he washed every portion of your body. he’d talk to you, ask you questions, but you just watched. it was as if you were too stunned to speak, cast under a spell by this italian man.

once done, he lifted you out bridal style, your naked body pressed against his. drying you off, he spotted a white fluffy robe, and wrapped it around your body.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you.” luigi spoke calmly, his voice as smooth as honey. “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

all you could do was nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he picked you up once again.

he set you down on your bed, the sheets a brazen mess from recent events.

“don’t leave.” you choked out.

“now she talks,” luigi grins down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “i’m not.”

luigi carefully watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing slowly becoming heavier with sleep. he watched as you quietly snored peacefully, sending you somewhere else deep in your mind.

“goodnight, pretty.” he kissed your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “finally mine.”

GIVE ME THIS SICILIAN MAN RN.

Full of me. Made for me

Part3 of birthday boy

The light woke you before anything else did. Not bright. Not harsh. Just soft morning sun, warm and golden, sliding across the bedsheets like it had been waiting for permission to touch you. You barely opened your eyes. Your limbs felt heavy, deliciously sore, the inside of your thighs sticky and raw in the aftermath of the night before. Your body pulsed gently beneath the surface,fucked-out and aching in ways that felt like they meant something.

And when you shifted—

You felt it.

The weight.

The fullness.

The heat.

Luigi was still inside you.

His body was pressed against your back, one arm curved under your head, the other sprawled across your stomach like he was holding something precious. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the scratch of his stubble against your shoulder, the soft hum of his breath against the shell of your ear.

And you could feel his cock. Soft, thick, warm, still seated deep inside your cunt, resting there like he never wanted to leave.

And God… you didn’t want him to.

You didn’t even move. Just let yourself sink into it, into him, as the dull ache between your legs pulsed like a heartbeat. You could feel the mess between your thighs, the slow, sticky drip of his cum from the night before leaking out around where he still filled you. And then he moved. Not much. Just the slow curl of his fingers across your belly, the soft twitch of his cock inside you.

Then his voice, low, gravel-thick, still laced with sleep.

“Don’t move.”

You smiled into the pillow, breath catching.

“Lu…”

“You’ll spill me, baby,” he mumbled against your neck, voice warm and groggy. “I spent all night filling you. I want it to stay.”

His hips shifted, barely, just enough for the head of his cock to nudge your walls. Your body clenched around him instinctively, like it couldn’t bear to let him go.

He groaned, voice thickening.

“Still so warm around me. So fucking good.”

You whimpered, arching your back just slightly. That was all it took. He hardened inside you. Slow. Thick. Deep.

“Shit—don’t do that,” he whispered, dragging his hand up your side. “Not unless you want me to fuck you again.”

“Maybe I do,” you whispered.

He smiled against your shoulder.

“Of course you do. My greedy girl.”

His cock swelled even more, pressing deep, twitching like it knew exactly where it belonged. And still, he didn’t thrust. He just stayed there.

Inside you. Heavy and warm.

“Can feel my cum dripping outta you, bella.”

His voice was lower now, more awake. Hungrier. “Made such a mess of you last night. And you let me. So fucking good for me.”

You could feel it sliding out, thick and wet down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. He reached between your legs, fingers dragging slowly over your folds.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Still leaking. You feel that, baby?”

You nodded, gasping when his fingers pushed some of it back in.

“Gotta keep you full,” he whispered, still rubbing soft circles over your clit. “Need it to take. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Lu, yes… I want it.”

That broke him. He started to thrust. Not rough. Not fast. Just deep. Controlled. Worshipful. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you everything. You want my baby, I’ll make sure you get it. I’ll fill you every night if I have to.”

You moaned, your hands gripping his as he pressed into your stomach, slow strokes that felt like promises. You could feel your body fluttering around him again, sensitive, needy, soaking wet from how full you were.

“You think it’ll be a girl?” you asked quietly, voice barely holding together. He kissed your neck, still rocking into you.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And if it is… I wanna name her Luna.”

You blinked. “Luna?”

“Mm.”

Another thrust.

“She’ll shine in the dark. Just like her mama.”

Your breath hitched.

And he smiled.

“You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful pregnant.”

He nuzzled your shoulder. “Round and glowing and dripping with me every night.”

You moaned, legs trembling.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing your stomach with soft fingers. “We’ll stay like this a little longer. Keep me inside. Keep me safe.”

And so you did. You stayed there. Pressed against him. His cum still inside you. His cock still hard. And your future starting to grow.

You’d known for three days. Three days of waking up dizzy.

Three days of pulling on your shirt only to pause when your chest ached.

Three days of looking in the mirror and wondering, “Is it happening already?”

You didn’t tell him. Not right away. Not until you knew. Not until the second line appeared and the air left your lungs and the world tilted into something entirely new.

And now… here you were. Sitting on the bathroom floor. Still holding the test in both hands like it might disappear. You hadn’t cried. Not yet. But then you heard him. Keys in the door. Shoes on the floorboards. That soft voice of his from down the hall.

“Babe? You home?”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter. You knew you should’ve told him differently. Over dinner. In bed. Wrapped around him the way you always were.

But it was now.

The bathroom door creaked open.

And the second he saw your face....

He froze.

“Baby…”

His voice dropped. You didn’t have to say anything. You just turned the test slightly in your hand, holding it out with trembling fingers.

His eyes scanned it.

Then your face.

Then your stomach.

And then he dropped.

No hesitation. No fear.

Just knees on the tile. Hands on your thighs. His breath stuttering in his throat like his heart had stopped and started again in the same beat.

“You’re pregnant?”

It wasn’t a question. It was awe. You nodded. That was all it took. His eyes filled red at the edges, jaw clenching like he was trying not to break apart in front of you. His hands, those warm, gentle, so fucking sure hands, slid up under your shirt and rested flat against your stomach.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I fucking knew it.”

You were crying now, soft, quiet tears rolling down your cheeks.

He leaned in.

Pressed his lips right above your navel.

One kiss. Two. Then three.

Like a prayer.

“Thank you,” he said against your skin. “Thank you for giving me this. Thank you for letting me put a baby in you.”

You laughed through your tears, burying your hands in his curls.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Lu.”

He looked up at you, eyes glassy, lips parted—and you saw it hit him. All of it. The weight. The beauty. The way you were already carrying something, the two of you made.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he said, voice thick and cracked. “Both of you. I’ll do everything. Anything. I’ll never let you lift a finger again.”

“Lu—”

“No, baby, listen to me.”

He sat back on his heels, palms pressed flat to your thighs, eyes on your belly like it already held the sun.

“You’re mine. You’re carrying my child. You’re the mother of my fucking baby. There is nothing in this world more important than you.”

And then, like he couldn’t take it, he leaned in again, pushed your legs apart, and pressed his mouth to the inside of your thigh.

Then lower.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Let me show you how much I love you for this.”

His hands gripped your hips. His breath was hot between your legs. And you let him. You let him worship you, the way a man does when he realizes he’s just been given everything he’s ever wanted.

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MY QUEEN!!!! I am obsessed with your writing 😍😍 pls write friends with benefits/fuck buddy Luigi getting absolutely feral jealous that you went on a date but he feels insane because you guys are not exclusive so he has ‘no right’ to feel such a way but he’s just a hotheaded Italian man when it comes to you 😩😩😌🫦

sports car

summary: you go on a drive with your “fuckbuddy” luigi in his bmw, which ends with a pleasant surprise.

warnings: head (m!receiving) unprotected sex, semi public sex, breeding

notes: the start of this is a teeny tiny bit self indulgent lol

thee restaurant buzzes with low conversation and the clatter of silverware, but you’re barely engaged, nudging a piece of dry salmon across your plate with your fork.

the guy across from you… brad? chad? you’ve already forgotten his name, leans in with a kind of forced familiarity that makes your skin crawl. his presence is heavy, invasive, like he’s trying to fill more space than his body actually occupies.

the grin plastered across his face doesn’t soften anything. it only stretches too far, too tight, like he’s wearing it for effect. his cologne is sharp and overbearing, his eyes, glassy and unblinking, track your every movement with a precision that feels less like interest and more like calculation.

without warning, he veers into a monologue. his voice lowering, turning conspiratorial, as he starts talking about andrew tate. not casually. reverently.

“that guy’s a genius,” he says, grinning like he’s just named a personal hero. “he says what everyone else doesn’t have the guts to say. if you ask me, that’s real powerful. the world needs more men like him.”

you couldn’t fathom what was coming out of his mouth. what the fuck were you doing? you knew that agreeing to go out with this guy was a bad idea.

“you live by yourself?” he probes, the question dressed in a casual tone but heavy with an intrusive edge that sets your nerves on edge.

you end up dodging the question with a vague, “i get by.”

he doesn’t flinch, just gives a slow nod, his fingers tapping too near your side of the table. and the way he mimics your movements… tilting forward when you do, drinking when you drink, feels deliberate, almost stalker like.

suddenly the air between you feels thin, brittle. you force a tight smile, your mind already scanning for an excuse to leave.

you glance at your phone, then get an idea.

you open your text thread with luigi, your chest tightening at the sight of his name. for two months, you’ve been hooked on him, meeting up whenever one of you needs to blow off steam, fucking with reckless abandon wherever the mood strikes.

it started with a chance encounter at a bar, his gorgeous smile and teasing banter pulling you in, leading to you accompanying him on a drive in his bmw. eventually he pulled into a quiet, secluded spot by the beach, diving into the backseat where clothes were torn off in a rush, and he fucked you senseless for the first time.

since then, you’ve found each other again and again, always meeting up whenever you’re horny. you mostly do it somewhere at his place, or his car.

each encounter is a blur of sweat slicked skin, tangled limbs, and gasped curses, leaving you trembling in his arms, your body sated but your heart aching. you’re ashamed to admit that you’re fucking in love with him. but he’s never said it back, and it eats away at you night after night.

that’s why you’re here, enduring this dreadful date, listening to this weirdo go on and on, in a hopeless attempt to move on, to numb the sharp longing for a man who might not love you the way you love him.

your thumb hovers over luigi’s last text, a cheeky “miss me already?” from 3 days ago, and you fight the urge to reply, the candle’s faint glow doing nothing to ease the growing dread of this date or the deeper pain of trying to let go of the man who consumes your thoughts.

you hate feeling like a burden, you absolutely LOATHE the vulnerability of needing to ask for a favour… it makes your stomach twist with embarrassment, like you’re imposing on someone who might resent you for it. but the dude across the table is still staring, his vibe growing darker, and you can’t stay here any longer.

swallowing your pride, you type out a quick text to luigi. your finger lingers over the send button, a wave of self doubt hitting hard as you imagine him sighing at the inconvenience.

you hit send anyway, heart pounding, the candle’s dim light doing little to ease the dread of this date or the nagging fear that you’re asking too much of the man you can’t stop loving.

you: hey… can you come get me? im on a bad date

as soon as the message sends, a surge of regret engulfs you. why did you do that? you mentally berate yourself, your thoughts tumbling into a chaotic frenzy. what the fuck were you thinking? he’s probably busy, out with friends or having a rare night to himself for once, and here you are, thrusting your problems onto him like some needy, burdensome mess.

you picture him reading the text and rolling his eyes, judging you for being too weak to handle a creepy date on your own. what if he’s fed up with you? just because you’ve been having sex with him for two months doesn’t mean that he owes you anything. you should’ve sucked it up and ordered an uber home. anything but pulling luigi into your drama.

your thoughts churn with worst case scenarios: luigi ignoring your text completely, or worse, sending a cold, dismissive “no” that makes it clear you’re not his concern. you imagine him brushing you off, and you know what? you wouldn’t even blame him. why should he drop everything for you?

you stare at your phone, the screen still blank, your stomach knotting with the humiliating realization that you’ve just laid bare how much you need him, when he likely doesn’t give a shit about you like that at all. you’re just someone he hooks up with sometimes, that’s it.

suddenly, your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with a new text from luigi.

luigi: a date??? wtf are you doing on a date???

your heart stumbles, a rush of shock and cautious hope surging through you as you stare at the words on your screen. his message is blunt, cutting through the fog of your spiraling thoughts, and your fingers shake as you grip the phone, caught between relief that he’s responded and dread that this could unravel. why didn’t you just order a fucking uber?

you hesitate, then type out a response, your thumbs unsteady.

you: it’s nothing serious, just dinner. why does it matter?

seconds later, your phone vibrates with his response.

luigi: cus it does. where you at anyway? bet whoever you’re with is some loser lol

the words hit like a playful jab, sharp and teasing, yet laced with something heavier. you glance at your date across the table, his voice now droning on about cryptocurrency, eyes glued to his drink mid rant.

a wry smile tugs at your lips. luigi’s not wrong. your fingers hover over the keyboard, then you type.

you: at amigos. and yeah, he is a loser, and that’s why i need you to come get me

you: happy now?

your phone dings twice, almost instantly, his reply lighting up the screen.

luigi: oh baby, i’m already grabbing my keys

luigi: i’ll come save you soon, better be ready for me

the messages drip with a flirty edge, a promise woven into the tease, and your stomach flips, a grin creeping onto your face as you steal another glance at your date, now staring at you.

you quickly muster an excuse. “i’m so sorry, my mom just texted me, my grandma’s in the hospital, i oughta go down there and be there with her.”

chad… or brad? stares at you, his unnervingly wide grin twisting into a sullen grimace, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. the glint in them dims, replaced by something colder, more petulant.

“fine.” he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly grumble, dripping with annoyance as he leans back in his chair, arms crossing tightly over his chest. his jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think he might argue, but instead, he lets out a sharp huff, shoving his chair back with a loud, grating scrape against the polished wood floor.

the sound cuts through the restaurant’s soft hum, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. without another word, he rises, his broad frame looming briefly as he snatches his jacket from the back of the chair, the fabric rustling angrily. he storms toward the exit, his heavy footsteps thudding with purpose, the glass door swinging open with a jingle before slamming shut behind him.

through the restaurant’s large window, you watch him stride across the dimly lit parking lot, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow of the restaurant’s sign. he yanks open the driver’s side door of his black toyota, the motion jerky and aggressive, and slides inside. the engine roars to life, headlights flaring as he peels out, tires screeching against the asphalt, leaving a faint trail of burnt rubber as he speeds off into the night.

you’re left alone at the table, your heart still pounding from the tension of his presence, but a wave of relief washes over you, the candle’s faint flicker now feeling like a small beacon of calm in the wake of his departure.

you feel as though you’ve just dodged a MAJOR bullet.

taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and glance around the restaurant, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses grounding you. determined to wrap this up and get out, you catch the eye of a nearby waiter, a young guy with a polite smile, and gesture him over.

“could i get the bill please?” you ask, keeping your voice soft.

he nods and steps away, returning shortly with a glossy black folder containing the bill. you open it, a spark of frustration flaring as you remember chad…?….brad?…or is it actually tad??? promising over text before you even met up that he’d cover dinner, his cocky messages about “treating you right” and about how a woman should “never have to pay for dinner” now feeling like empty bravado now that he’s stormed off without a word.

with a quiet scoff, you slide your credit card into the folder, not bothering to check the total. paying for this disastrous date is a small price to be free of his creepy presence. after a swift transaction and a brief thank you to the waiter, you grab your purse, rise, and smooth your dress, threading through the packed tables toward the exit.

the glass door swings open effortlessly, and you step out, the crisp night air hitting your skin, a refreshing relief from the restaurant’s stifling atmosphere.

entering the parking lot, your eyes scan the dimly lit area, and your heart skips a beat when you spot it… luigi’s red BMW, its glossy paint gleaming under a streetlight, parked near the edge of the lot. the sight of it, bold and familiar, sends a rush of warmth through you, chasing away the last remnants of the date’s unease.

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he’s here. he actually came. you clutch your purse tighter, a small smile tugging at your lips as you start walking toward the car, the sound of your heels clicking against the concrete, mingling with the sound of the nearby passing traffic.

as you get closer, luigi’s gaze locks onto you through his windshield, his eyes raking over you with unapologetic hunger, tracing the way your dress molds to every curve of your body. your hips, your waist, your chest… before slowly climbing back to your face.

the stare is brazen, smoldering, and it ignites a tingling heat that blooms across your skin, defying the crisp bite of the night air. you reach the passenger side, fingers curling around the cool metal handle, and swing the door open, sliding into the leather seat that cradles you like a lover’s embrace. as you settle in, luigi lets out a slow, appreciative whistle, the sound low and deliberate.

his head tilts, tongue pressing firmly against the inside of his cheek in that cheeky, teasing gesture that screams confidence and flirtation, his dark eyes glinting with a wicked spark as he drinks you in up close.

“damn…” he drawls, voice rich and smooth as molten honey, each syllable laced with a weight that sends your pulse into a wild sprint.

a shy blush creeps up your cheeks, warm and betraying, as his words and that brazen look settle over you. you shift in the seat, trying to play it cool, but the heat in your face gives you away.

“what?” you reply, your voice light but tinged with a nervous laugh, your fingers fidgeting with the strap of your purse as you meet his gaze.

luigi leans back, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, his eyes still roaming you with playful mischief. “this is the hottest i’ve ever seen you look,” he says, his tone teasing but warm, a grin tugging at his lips. “you went all out to go to dinner with that asshole? i’m the one who’s been fucking you for almost 2 months, and you’ve never dressed up this much for me.”

his words carry a mock pout, but the laughter in his voice and the way his eyes crinkle with amusement show he’s having fun with it, clearly relishing in how good you look tonight while still managing to tease you.

you tilt your head, a playful smirk curling your lips as you lean slightly toward him, your voice dipping into a teasing lilt. “well next time i’ll show up in my tightest, shortest dress.” you say, letting the words linger, your eyes locking with his, a spark of challenge in your gaze as you raise an eyebrow.

luigi’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with delight. “i wouldn’t complain.” he shoots back, his tone warm and flirtatious, the laughter still threading through his voice as he holds your gaze, the air between you charged with a familiar, electric pull.

before you can respond, he leans over the center console, closing the distance between you. his hand finds the side of your face, fingers brushing your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. his lips are warm, firm, and hungry, moving against yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes your breath catch.

the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips, teasing and exploring as it tangles with yours in a slick, heated dance. his stubble grazes your skin, a faint, delicious roughness, and the faint taste of mint from his gum lingers, mixing with the raw, masculine scent of him that fills your senses.

when he pulls back, his eyes linger on yours, a soft, knowing look passing between you. your lips tingle, still buzzing from the kiss, and a flutter of butterflies dances in your stomach, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both grounded and dizzy with want. you’re acutely aware of how much you’ve missed this, missed him, and the realization only deepens the ache of your feelings for him.

luigi settles back into his seat, a faint, satisfied smile playing on his lips. he turns the key in the ignition, the car’s engine purring to life with a low, throaty hum. with a quick glance over his shoulder, he shifts into gear and pulls out of the parking lot, the red car gliding smoothly away from the restaurant, the glow of its neon sign fading in the rearview mirror as you leave the disastrous date behind.

the city lights flash by in streaks of gold and white as he drives, the car navigating the road’s gentle curves with effortless grace. the low thrum of the engine and the rhythmic hum of tires on asphalt create a soothing bubble, a stark contrast to the suffocating tension of the restaurant. his left hand rests casually on the steering wheel, guiding the car with easy confidence, while his right hand drifts to your thigh, settling there with a warm, intentional weight.

his palm presses against the thin fabric of your dress, the heat of his skin radiating through, and his fingers splay slightly, the tips grazing the soft, sensitive skin just above your knee. the touch is both possessive and gentle, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles that send a quiet thrill through you, each small movement sparking a tingling warmth that pools in your core.

the faint roughness of his fingertips, calloused from work, contrasts with the smoothness of your thigh, anchoring you in the moment while stoking a slow burning desire. his grip tightens briefly as he rounds a corner, the subtle pressure sending a jolt of awareness through your body, and you catch the faintest quirk of his lips, as if he’s fully aware of the effect he’s having.

“so…” luigi says, his voice low and casual, though there’s a curious edge to it as he keeps his eyes on the road. “who was this guy you were having dinner with? some wannabe hotshot?”

his tone is light, teasing, but there’s a hint of something sharper beneath it, maybe jealousy, maybe just genuine interest. his hand stays on your thigh, thumb still circling, the touch grounding you even as his question pulls your mind back to the creep you’d rather forget. “i mean, you got all dressed up like that for him…” he adds, glancing at you briefly, his dark eyes flicking over your dress before returning to the road, a playful challenge in his expression.

the car cruises steadily, the city unfolding around you, but with his hand on you and his voice drawing you in, the world outside feels distant, the focus narrowing to the space between you.

you roll your eyes, a frustrated huff escaping as you slump back in the leather seat, the memory of the date reigniting your irritation. “ugh, don’t even, he was the fucking WORST,” you groan, crossing your arms, your voice dripping with exasperation. “some wannabe sigma crypto bro who wouldn’t shut up about “dominating the market” or whatever the fuck and how he’s, like, hacking the blockchain or whatever. kept bragging about his ‘gains’ and how he’s ‘not like other guys.’ oh, AND he left without paying, so i had to pay for dinner.”

you shake your head, annoyance flaring as you picture that asshole’s smug smirk and eerie gaze. luigi’s hand on your thigh is a grounding force, calming your rant, his thumb still drawing slow, tantalizing circles that spark a quiet heat beneath your aggravation.

a low chuckle from him breaks through your thoughts, the sound warm and amused. you whip your head toward him, one eyebrow arched, your voice a mix of teasing and irritation.

“are you giving me attitude?” you ask, half playful, half annoyed, fixing him with a look as you wait for an explanation.

luigi’s chuckle deepens, his eyes glinting with mischief as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other still resting on your thigh, his thumb tracing those slow, deliberate circles that keep a faint heat simmering under your skin.

“i just think it’s hilarious,” he says, his voice low and teasing, a playful edge to it as he glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road.

“you’re out here getting this phd from me, and yet you’re stuck at some fancy dinner with a wannabe crypto loser who probably couldn’t even find the clit with a map.” he laughs again, the sound rich and unapologetic, clearly enjoying the absurdity of it.

“like, come on, baby, you’re slumming it with that guy when you’ve got me on speed dial?” his tone is light, cocky but not cruel, and the way his fingers give your thigh a gentle squeeze underscores the playful possessiveness in his words.

the city lights streak by as the car cruises smoothly, and despite your lingering frustration from the date, his teasing and that warm, steady hand on you start to pull a reluctant smile to your lips.

your heart rate quickens at his words, a glimmer of hope flickering deep inside… does he care that you were out with someone else? could he actually be jealous? the thought sends a rush through you, your feelings for him, unspoken and hidden, surging with a quiet ache. but you shove it down, feigning nonchalance as you shift in the plush leather seat, tossing him a sidelong glance with a carefully crafted smirk.

“hey, i’ve got my own life,” you say, voice cool but laced with a playful edge, shrugging slightly. “we’re not exclusive, luigi. you made that clear from the jump, remember? no strings, just fun, that was the rule that we agreed on.”

your words are sharp enough to remind him of the boundaries he set when you first started fucking, but your casual tone masks the pang in your chest, the longing for him to want more. his hand stills on your thigh for a beat, the circling thumb pausing, and you catch a fleeting shift in his expression, maybe surprise, maybe something deeper, as he keeps his gaze on the road, while clenching his jaw.

luigi stays silent for a moment, the engine’s soft hum filling the void. then he speaks, his voice quieter now, stripped of its usual playful edge, laced with a vulnerability that makes your breath falter.

“you know,” he begins, still staring straight ahead, “it gets to me, thinking about you with other guys. going out with them, fucking them, or even just… sitting through dinner with some asshole.” he falters, his grip on your thigh tightening just a bit, not possessive but almost instinctual, like he’s steadying himself.

“i’m the one who said no strings, keep it chill. but picturing you with someone else? it hurts way more than i thought it would.” his confession is soft, almost hesitant, as if he’s grappling with the weight of it, and the rawness in his tone sends your heart racing, that faint spark of hope you felt earlier flaring into something brighter.

he shifts gears, the car picking up speed as he guides it away from the city’s vibrant lights, taking the twisting roads toward the lake. the urban sprawl fades into darker, emptier streets, the scenery opening up as the road stretches toward the water’s edge.

his hand stays on your thigh, warm and steady, but his jaw remains taut, his gaze fixed on the road, hinting at an inner conflict. the city’s hum recedes, replaced by the distant whisper of the lake, and his words hang heavily in the air, leaving you caught between the thrill of his admission and the uncertainty of what it might mean for the two of you.

you shift slightly in your seat, his unexpected vulnerability stirring a mix of emotions, hope, nervousness, desire. the road stretches darker now, the city lights long gone, and curiosity nudges you to break the silence.

“where are we going?” you ask, your voice soft but tinged with playful curiosity, glancing at his profile, the sharp line of his jaw illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard.

luigi’s lips quirk into a small, knowing smile, his eyes still on the road as he replies, “where do you think? we’re headed to our usual spot.” his voice is low, carrying a familiar teasing edge, but there’s a warmth beneath it that makes your pulse quicken, the implication of “our spot” sending a rush to your core.

he steers the car down a familiar narrow road, the pavement giving way to a gravel path that crunches under the tires. the lake comes into view, its surface shimmering faintly under the moonlight, framed by dense trees that create a secluded cocoon.

he pulls into the quiet clearing by the water’s edge, the same spot you’ve been to countless times before, where the world feels like it belongs only to the two of you. the car rolls to a stop, the engine’s hum fading as he cuts the ignition, leaving the soft lapping of the lake and the distant chirp of crickets to fill the silence.

he shifts in his seat, turning to face you, his eyes catching yours, moonlight highlighting the depth in his gaze.

“these last two months,” luigi begins, his voice softer now, laced with a raw honesty that makes your heart skip. “they’ve been the happiest of my life. no joke.”

he hesitates, his thumb now grazing your hand lightly, a rare nervous tic from him. “it’s not just the sex… although i will say, it’s been the best sex i’ve had in my life. it’s… you. hanging out, laughing, just… being together. it’s hit me different. and lately, i’ve been feeling like… i want more than just this no strings thing we’ve been doing.”

he continues. “you’re sweet, funny, kind, beautiful… the whole package. but i can’t keep doing this casual shit. it’s not right for you, and it’s tearing me up. i want us to be official. you and me, together, for real.”

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that does it for you.

you lean over the center console, your dress shifting slightly as you move, and your fingers find his belt, the cool metal buckle clicking softly as you deftly undo it. the sound is sharp in the quiet car, charged with intent. luigi’s eyes widen for a split second, a flicker of surprise giving way to a hungry understanding as he catches on.

he shifts in his seat, his hands moving quickly to help, tugging his trousers down with a rustle of fabric. the waistband slides past his hips, revealing the tight grey calvin kleins clinging to his thighs, the fabric stretched taut over his growing bulge, the outline of his cock already thick and prominent, straining against the cotton.

a faint sheen of precum darkens a small patch near the tip, betraying his arousal, and the sight sends a jolt of desire through you, your mouth watering, your core clenching with need. his thighs, muscular and dusted with dark hair, flex slightly as he adjusts, the air between you crackling with anticipation, the intimacy of the moment amplified by the quiet lapping of the lake outside.

you lean across the center console, your dress riding up slightly, and lock eyes with him, your voice low and commanding, dripping with need.

“underwear off. now.”

luigi’s eyes spark with surprise, then amusement, a deep, warm laugh spilling from him, the sound rich and filling the car. “you’re even hornier than usual,” he says, his tone laced with playful awe, a grin spreading across his face. “are you ovulating?”

his laugh is teasing, but the fire in his gaze matches yours, his pupils dilated as he reads the desire in your expression. he doesn’t hesitate long, already moving to comply, but first, he closes the distance between you.

his lips crash into yours, hot and insistent, the kiss immediately deep and consuming. his tongue slips past your lips, tangling with yours in a slick, fervent dance, carrying a hint of mint and his own unique taste. one hand cups your jaw, fingers steady yet gentle, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand fumbles with the waistband of his underwear.

the fabric shifts as he pulls them down, the tight cotton catching briefly on his erection before sliding past his hips, freeing his cock. it stands thick and heavy, the swollen tip glistening with precum, veins pulsing along the shaft, and though you’re lost in the kiss, the knowledge of his exposure sends a fresh wave of want through you.

his stubble scrapes your skin, a thrilling roughness, and his low groan vibrates against your lips as he slides the underwear off completely, leaving him bare from the waist down. the kiss grows messier, more desperate, teeth grazing, breaths mingling, his hand moving from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he can’t get enough.

the car feels smaller, the lake’s quiet whispers fading against the pounding of your heart and the intense, electric connection of his mouth on yours, his nakedness only amplifying the urgent heat between you.

you break the kiss abruptly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, dark and heavy with lust. without a word, you shift over the center console, your dress hiking up as you lean down, your breath hot against his skin. his cock stands rigid, the flushed tip slick with precum, and you pause for a moment, letting the anticipation build.

then, you press a slow, deliberate kiss to the sensitive head, your lips brushing the smooth, velvety skin, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. luigi lets out a surprised moan, a low sound that reverberates through the car, his hips twitching involuntarily at the sudden contact.

but you don’t stop there. your lips part, and you slowly take him into your mouth, inch by torturous inch. the thick, pulsing heat of his cock fills you, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as you slide down, feeling every ridge and vein against your lips.

then swollen head presses against the roof of your mouth, slick with precum, and you hollow your cheeks, creating a tight, wet suction as you begin to suck him off. your tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the sensitive slit, then flattens along the underside, tracing the throbbing vein as you take him deeper, your lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

the musky scent of him, mixed with the faint leather of the car, floods your senses, driving your desire higher. you move slowly at first, savoring the way he fills your mouth, the way his body responds, his thighs tensing, his hands gripping the edges of the seat.

another moan escapes him, louder this time, a ragged “fuck” slipping out as he watches you, his breath hitching in surprise and pleasure, the sound spurring you on as you work him with deliberate, hungry precision, the secluded lake outside forgotten in the haze of this moment.

luigi’s thighs tense under your touch, his muscles flexing as he shifts slightly in the driver’s seat, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. his hand finds your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a gentle but firm grip, not forcing but guiding, urging you closer. “my girl… my baby…” he moans, his voice low and ragged, dripping with pleasure as he watches you.

“so beautiful… making me feel so good.” his words are sweet, murmured nothings that spill out between moans, each one stoking the fire in your core. he gently pushes your head down, encouraging you to take him deeper, his touch careful but laced with need. the pressure sends a thrill through you, your throat relaxing to accommodate more of him, the stretch of your lips around his girth making your jaw ache in the best way.

you pick up the pace, your mouth gliding over his cock, wet and slick with your saliva and his precum. the head bumps the back of your throat with each downward motion, and you swallow around him, the tight constriction drawing a louder moan from him, a desperate “just like that, you’re sucking my cock so fucking good.”

your tongue flicks and swirls, lavishing attention on the sensitive underside before circling the tip again, sucking harder, the wet suction loud in the confined space of the car. his fingers tighten in your hair, not rough but possessive, his hips twitching upward slightly, chasing the heat of your mouth. “y’look like a fucking angel…” he groans, his voice breaking with pleasure, the sweet praise mingling with the raw edge of his moans.

his other hand grips the edge of the seat, knuckles whitening, as he fights to stay in control, but the way his cock throbs in your mouth, pulsing with every suck, tells you he’s unraveling. the moonlight filters through the windows, casting soft shadows across his tense frame, and the intimacy of the moment, his hand in your hair, his moaned affirmations, the lake’s quiet seclusion, heightens the electric connection, driving you to please him even more.

you let out a soft moan around his length, the vibration humming through him, your own arousal spiking as you feel him twitch in response. the sound is muffled but needy, your core aching at the thought of driving him wild, your dress riding up as you lean further over the center console. your jaw aches deliciously from his girth, but you don’t slow down, bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper until the tip brushes the back of your throat.

you swallow around him, the tight squeeze pulling another ragged moan from him, his fingers tightening in your hair as his hips buck slightly, chasing the heat of your mouth. “i-i’m getting close,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure.

but then, his hand shifts, releasing your hair to tap lightly on the top of your head, a gentle but urgent signal.

“stop.” he says, his voice hoarse, laced with a desperate edge. you pause, pulling back slowly, your lips glistening as you look up at him, his cock still hard and slick, twitching in the cool air. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and he flashes a heated, almost predatory grin.

“get on my lap.” he rasps, his tone leaving no room for argument. “i wanna cum inside that pretty little cunt.”

the sheer bluntness of his words hits you like a shockwave, your body responding instantly, a rush of wetness soaking your panties as you nod, already moving to climb over the console, eager to give him exactly what he wants in the moonlit seclusion of your lakeside spot.

you move swiftly, climbing over the center console, your dress snagging briefly on the leather seat. you straddle his lap, knees framing his hips in the tight driver’s seat, moonlight flooding through the BMW’s windows, casting a silvery sheen over you both. your hands work fast, yanking up your dress, the fabric bunching at your waist to reveal the delicate black lace panties hugging your skin.

your fingers tug the material aside, exposing your pussy, slick, swollen, and dripping, the glistening folds catching the light, your clit throbbing with anticipation.

luigi’s gaze drops to your cunt, and a deep, primal groan escapes him, his cock jerking against his abdomen. “jesus fuck…” he mutters, hands clamping onto your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he stares at your soaked, parted lips, your juices dripping down your inner thigh in a glistening trail.

“so perfect, it’s practically screaming for me.” his voice drips with hunger, and before you can react, his hand darts forward, delivering a sharp, deliberate slap to your clit.

the sudden sting sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you squeal, your body jerking as you gasp, “luigi!” your voice is a mix of surprise and needy whining, your core throbbing at the unexpected sensation, wetness pooling even more.

he just laughs, low and heated, his eyes locked on yours. “sweet girl, cmon, give me a kiss.” he says, voice softer but thick with lust, drawing you in. you lean forward, lips colliding with his, the kiss instantly deep and messy, tongues tangling in a fervent, sloppy dance. his mouth is hot, tasting of mint. one hand presses against your back, pulling you closer, while the other grips your hip, guiding you as your slick pussy grazes his cock, the brief contact drawing moans from both of you into the kiss.

the weight of your emotions his admission, this moment… overwhelms you. you pull back from the kiss, chest heaving, and look into his eyes. “i love you.” you breathe, the words spilling out raw and unguarded, your voice shaky with the truth you’ve kept buried. your heart pounds, exposed, but the way his eyes soften, the way his breath catches, makes it feel right.

luigi lets out a deep, needy groan, his hands tightening on your hips like he’s anchoring himself. “shit,” he rasps, voice heavy with feeling. “turn around, i want your back against my chest.” his tone is a heated order, sending a shiver through you. you comply, shifting in his lap to face away, your dress still bunched at your waist, panties pulled aside, your dripping pussy exposed and practically calling out his name.

you lean back, your back molding to the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin seeping through his shirt, his cock pressing against your entrance, thick and throbbing. his hands slide to your hips, steadying you, his breath hot against your neck as the lake’s soft murmurs fade.

your dress stays hiked up around your waist, panties tugged aside, your soaked pussy bare. his cock nudges your entrance, thick and pulsing, the flushed tip grazing your wet lips, sending a tremor of need through you. the lake’s gentle murmurs outside fade into the background.

his lips brush your neck, hot and intentional, landing a slow, wet kiss on the delicate skin just beneath your ear. the touch is searing, his breath warm and tantalizing, and then his tongue darts out, tracing the sensitive spot with a deliberate, lingering lick. a soft moan spills from you, primal and unrestrained, your head tipping to offer him more as your body instinctively arches into him. the slick heat of his mouth sends shivers of pleasure cascading through you, your core tightening, your pussy juices dripping in a glossy trail down your inner thighs.

luigi’s mouth closes over the spot, sucking softly at first, then with more force, his teeth lightly scraping as he marks you. his hand moves from your hip to your pussy, fingers zeroing in on your engorged clit with effortless precision. he begins rubbing in tight, deliberate circles, his rough fingertips slick with your wetness, teasing the sensitive bud with maddening accuracy.

the dual assault is intoxicating, his lips and teeth working your neck, sucking hard to leave a dark, tender hickey, while his fingers stroke your clit with unrelenting focus.

your hips jerk against his hand, a louder moan tearing from your throat, the pleasure surging as his touch pushes you toward the brink. the hickey pulses with a faint sting, a bold claim that makes your heart pound, your pussy clenching under his fingers, each circle sending sharp waves of heat through your body.

“you’re fucking drenched,” he growls against your neck, voice hoarse and thick, rumbling against your skin as he licks the fresh hickey, easing the sensitive mark. “need to get you ready for my cock.”

his fingers pick up speed, pressing harder against your clit, the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal blending with your breathless moans and the faint groan of the leather seat. your thighs quiver, splayed wide across his lap, your body sinking into his chest as he drives you wild, the combination of his sucking mouth and merciless fingers pulling you closer to the edge.

without warning, luigi’s hand leaves your clit, gripping your hip as he shifts beneath you. in one swift, ruthless motion, he thrusts upward, his cock plunging into your dripping cunt, bottoming out with a single, deep stroke. the sudden stretch is overwhelming, his thick shaft splits you open, filling you completely, the pulsing veins and swollen head dragging against your slick walls with a searing intensity.

you cry out, a sharp, “oh lu!” tearing from your lips, your body jolting against his chest as the pleasure-pain of his intrusion sends a shockwave through you. your pussy clenches around him, gripping his cock so firmly, every inch of him buried so deep you feel him pressing against your cervix, the fullness almost too much.

“so fucking tight…” he groans, his voice a low, guttural rasp against your ear, thick with lust. his hands clamp onto your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he holds you in place, letting you adjust to the brutal stretch. “this pussy was made for me, yeah, hear me?” his words are filthy, possessive, and they ignite a fresh wave of arousal, your walls fluttering around his cock, slick and hot.

he doesn’t move yet, savoring the way you’re stretched around him, your juices coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls, pooling on the leather seat beneath you.

you whimper, your hands scrambling for purchase, one gripping his thigh, the other reaching back to clutch at his shirt. “baby… fuck, you’re so big…” you gasp, your voice trembling with need, your hips twitching instinctively, desperate for friction.

the fullness is dizzying, his cock throbbing inside you, every pulse sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. your clit aches, still sensitive from his fingers, and the hickey on your neck pulses with a faint sting, amplifying the sensory overload.

he snickers darkly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “you love it, don’t you? love how i fill you up.” he murmurs, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through your dress, his thumb grazing your hardened nipple, making you moan again. slowly, he starts to move, pulling out just an inch before slamming back in, the wet, obscene squelch of your pussy taking him echoing in the car.

“fuck, listen to that… so wet… and all for me.” he growls, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he sets a deliberate, punishing pace, each thrust deep and hard, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, hitting spots that make your vision blur.

you moan loudly, your head falling back against his shoulder, your body rocking with every thrust. “yes, yes, fuck luigi!” you cry, your voice breaking as he fucks you relentlessly, the car rocking slightly with the force of his movements. your pussy grips him tighter, the slick friction driving you wild, your arousal coating his cock, making each thrust smoother, deeper.

his hand on your hip guides you, lifting you slightly before pulling you down to meet his thrusts, the angle letting him hit your g spot with devastating precision. “don’t stop… please!” you beg, your nails digging into his thigh, the pleasure building so fast it’s almost unbearable.

“stop? no fucking way,” he groans, his lips finding your neck again, kissing the hickey he left before sucking on a new spot, his teeth grazing your skin. “gonna fuck you till you can’t think straight.” his other hand snakes back to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing in tight, fast circles, the added stimulation making you scream, your thighs trembling as you teeter on the edge.

your pussy milks him with every thrust, the wet, sloppy sounds of your bodies colliding filling the car, drowning out the lake’s whispers. his cock pulses inside you, thick and relentless, the head battering your deepest spots, and you feel the coil in your core tightening, ready to snap.

“baby… i’m so close,” you whimper, your voice ragged, your body shaking as he pounds into you, his fingers relentless on your clit, his lips sucking another dark mark onto your neck. the pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave threatening to crash, your love for him mixing with the raw physicality of the moment, making every sensation sharper, more intense.

“oh baby, let go for me,” he rasps, his voice strained, his thrusts growing harder, more erratic, his cock throbbing inside you as he chases his own release. “cum all over my cock… wanna feel that perfect cunt squeeze me.” his words push you over the edge, and with a final, desperate moan, your orgasm hits, your pussy clamping down on him, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you tremble in his lap, your juices gushing around his cock, soaking his thighs and the seat below.

but he doesn’t stop. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh as he keeps fucking you, his cock slamming into your oversensitive pussy with relentless, punishing thrusts. each stroke drags against your spasming walls, his tip battering your g spot, sending jolts of overstimulation through your already trembling body.

you’re loud now, uncontrollably so, your moans turning into high pitched cries and gasps, each one spilling out louder than the last. “fuck, it’s too much!” you whimper, your voice breaking, your hands clutching at his thighs, nails scraping the flesh as you squirm in his lap.

“you sound so beautiful,” he groans, his voice low and ragged, his breath hot against your neck as he pounds into you, chasing his release. “wish i was recording right now… you’re gonna make me cum baby.” his hips snap up, the wet slap of his cock plunging into your drenched cunt echoing in the car, mixing with your desperate cries and his own guttural moans.

his thrusts are frantic now, his cock throbbing harder, the veins pulsing against your walls as he nears the edge. “fucking incredible,” he growls, one hand sliding up to grip your waist, holding you in place as he fucks you deeper, the car rocking with the force of his movements.

your body shakes, oversensitive and overwhelmed, your pussy clenching involuntarily around him with every thrust, drawing out more slick, your thighs soaked and trembling. “luigi, please!” you cry, not even sure what you’re begging for, your voice hoarse, your head thrown back against his shoulder as you ride the razor’s edge of too much pleasure. the hickey on your neck throbs faintly, a reminder of his claim, and your clit pulses, untouched but aching from the intensity of his cock filling you so completely.

“gonna cum,” he moans, his voice breaking, his thrusts growing sloppy but no less forceful. “gonna fill that pretty pussy up… fuck, baby.” with a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing violently as he cums inside you. hot, thick spurts of his cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, the warmth spreading deep as he groans loudly, his hips jerking with each wave of his release.

you feel every pulse, every gush, the sensation pushing another overwhelmed whimper from your lips as your pussy clenches around him, drinking in every drop. his cum mixes with your juices, leaking out around his cock, dripping down his balls and onto the seat, a sticky, filthy mess that marks the intensity of the moment.

both of you are panting, your breaths ragged and uneven, filling the BMW’s confined space. luigi’s chest heaves against your back, his heart pounding so hard you can feel it through his shirt. his hands, still on your hips, soften their grip, his fingers brushing your skin gently as he catches his breath.

the air is thick with the scent of sex and leather, the lake’s quiet ripples outside barely audible over your shared gasps. slowly, he shifts beneath you, his softening cock still inside, and his voice breaks the silence, low and tender. “let me look at you.”he murmurs, his tone soft but insistent, carrying a warmth that makes your heart skip.

you nod, still dazed, and with his help, you carefully lift yourself off his lap, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, more of his cum and your slick dripping down your thighs. he guides you to turn around, your dress still bunched at your waist, panties askew, as you maneuver in the tight driver’s seat to face him.

your knees settle on either side of his hips again, your bodies close in the cramped space, the moonlight casting soft shadows across his face. his dark eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of adoration and intensity, and his hands move to cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing gently over your flushed skin.

luigi leans in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, the gesture so intimate it makes your chest ache. his lips linger there, warm and grounding, before he pulls you into a tight hug, your face nestling into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid to let go. the heat of his body, the steady thump of his heartbeat, grounds you, and you melt into him, your arms looping around his shoulders.

“i love you.” he says, his voice quiet but firm, the words vibrating against your skin, carrying a certainty that sends a wave of warmth through you. “i mean it, baby. i love you.”

your heart soars, the love you’ve held back for months now mirrored in his confession, and you press yourself closer, savoring the safety of his embrace. he pulls back just enough to look at you again, his hands still cradling your face, his eyes searching yours with a soft, unguarded affection.

“let’s go back to my place,” he says, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, his voice low and inviting. “wanna be with you tonight… just us.” the promise in his words, coupled with the lingering heat of your shared release and the quiet intimacy of the lake’s seclusion, makes the idea of being alone with him, in the comfort of his bed, feel like the perfect next step.

🎀…ONE MONTH LATER…. 🎀

lately, something’s been off. you’ve been exhausted, far beyond your usual tiredness, your body feeling heavy and sluggish even after a full night’s sleep. your appetite’s been unpredictable, some days ravenous, others repulsed by foods you used to love.

nausea creeps up at odd times, a queasy wave that hits you in the morning or when you smell coffee. and your emotions? they’re all over the place, swinging from joy to tears in moments, leaving you reeling. you’ve brushed it off as stress or maybe a bug, but a nagging thought has started to take root, one you haven’t dared voice aloud.

you’re standing in the small, fluorescent-lit bathroom at work, the door locked, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out the hum of the ventilation. sure enough, in your trembling hand is a plastic stick, its small window displaying two unmistakable pink lines. a positive pregnancy test.

soooo… do we keep the baby?

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