The very last chapter of Luigi Ever After is now posted over at AO3!!
Luigi Ever After - Chapter 100
This is honestly making me emotional?? Can’t believe I made it to 100 chapters - there’s something unbelievable satisfying with managing to wrap it up on this even number too lmao
(Lowkey scared of posting this because of a few controversial plot twists hehehe)
If you have followed my fic from the start, and if you feel like it, I would be so excited to know if you have a favorite chapter or scene - I can hardly remember all the chapters myself so I might have to go back and read some myself 🤣
From the bottom of my heart - thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to keep this up for so long!!
(and please know that it’s not the end completely - my LEA Deleted Scenes fic will still be updated from time to time and the request list is still open)
I am so proud of you @lavenderishhaze!!!!
I can’t believe how much of a positive impact your story has had on so many, including me, and that it’s over now 😭
not allowing myself to read this until the end of the day will be hard!
can you write one in a similar scenario but where he teaches her about oral sex (he eats her pussy) and makes her take a lot of orgasms, like overstimualtion :P
I think I used all my brain power to write this this afternoon lol.
Content tags: PWOP, cunnilingus, overstimulation, crying, face sitting
You had never felt pleasure like this and you don’t even think you can handle any more of it. Luigi had spent days convincing you to let him return the favor of the other night when you let him throat fuck you and you finally gave in. He had taken his time working his way down your body and massaging your thighs and ass as he tried to calm your nerves. It’s not that you didn’t want him to go down on you! Of course you’d fantasize about having his face buried between your thighs. You were just scared he’d see your pussy and it wouldn’t be “pretty” to him.
That thought had been short lived though. The second he pried your legs open, you visibly saw his pupils grow in size. He’d wished you could see the sight of your little pussy in front of him. Your pussy looked devastatingly pretty as he spread it open for his own view. The thick, puffy outer lips were swollen with need, almost glowing a deep, heated pink and coated with a glossy layer of your arousal. He had them spread with both his thumbs, exposing the shiny, sensitive inner folds that glistened obscenely, slick strands of wetness stretching between them every time you shifted under his gaze. That small, silky tuft of dark hair above your clit is now messy and damp, slightly clinging to your skin from the heat and moisture. And he had spotted that adorable little freckle on the lower part of your left lip. ‘Fuck, baby, you have such a pretty pussy.’ A couple of broad licks and then a powerful suck on your clit was enough to have you gone.
You swore you were a one and done type of girl. You’d never cum more than once but Luigi was glued to your clit for what felt like hours. You cried, squealed, squirmed, and begged for a break. He just tightened his grip on your thighs and gave you momentary relief when he’d move his focus to your folds and mound. They were littered in blooming purple marks. Luigi’s tongue had delivered lash after lash at your oversensitive clit. The room was filled with the wet gush of your pussy and the groans and moans he’d let out at the taste, smell, and sight of you. He’d move his head horizontally so he could make out with your pussy lips. Not caring that he was leaking in his pants and that you were keening so loud you’d probably get a noise complaint. After 3, you’d lost count how many times he managed to get your legs shaking and your pussy pulsing around nothing.
Your moans would cut off mid way and he’d have to remind you to breathe and that you were doing so good. Every time you let out a ‘L-Lu I can’t-‘ he’d grunt and yank you closer. Only when he loosened his grip a smidge did you scramble back up towards the headboard, needing to get away from the heat of his mouth. ‘Oh, nuh uh, you’re coming here,’ he asserted as he grabbed your leg and dragged you back down. Telling you that you can try another position instead. He had you on all fours at the end of the bed, your arms already threatening to send your upper half into the mattress. He kneeled behind you and wasted no time burying his nose between your pussy lips to slurp and suck and lick your little clit. Your thighs shook and despite your cries, you were pushing your pussy back towards the delicious suckling sensation. ‘O-oh! Luigi-‘ is all you could say when he moved his tongue up to circle your clenching hole. You were lost in it, losing track of time, but never track of the trace of his tongue. Once you weren’t able to keep yourself up anymore did he ease up on you. Both breathing hard and trying to catch your breaths. He had yanked his shirt off along with his shorts and boxers. Already hard from the hours of eating your pussy back to back. He flopped onto the bed and lied back, already tugging you towards his face. ‘Baby, just one more, swear it’ll be it,’ as you shook your head, pouting and tears running down your cheeks. He nods, insisting, ‘Sit on my face. You control the pace,’ as he makes you straddle him. Just as you’re easing yourself down in defeat, you hear a wet schlick-schlick-schlick behind you. Turning your head to see his huge hand wrapped around his pretty dick and he notices how you lick your lips. ‘Oh, I see. You want to taste me while I eat you?’ You nod your head profusely. ‘Turn this pretty body around for me then, baby.’
BREAKING: Mainstream media created fake Luigi Mangione supporters to ruin his image and diminish the public's support for him and the causes associated with him.
Rolling Stone had Craigslist actors pose as Luigi Mangione supporters and send him letters for its “documentary.” Rolling Stone also wrote about “Mangionistas” - a fake supporter group - before it existed. Rolling Stone "reporter" admitted she writes for clicks. If the truth does not bring them, Rolling Stone will make stuff up.
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Sadie adjusted the notepad against her chest and started to walk away from the table again before abruptly slowing mid-step.
Then she turned back around.
"Wait," she said, smiling faintly at herself. "I just realised I never got your name."
Something in Mark stilled for a fraction of a second.
Tiny. Nearly invisible. But there.
"Uhhhh.." His eyes dropped briefly toward the table before lifting back to her. "Mark."
Sadie tilted her head slightly.
"Mark what?"
There was only the slightest pause before he answered.
"Rosario."
The name left his mouth easily enough, but something about the moment caught him off guard anyway.
It had been a long time since somebody had asked for his name out of genuine curiosity instead of simple necessity.
Lately it had been for transactional reasons, such as motel receptionists needing something to type into a computer and cashiers glancing at a card reader.
Sadie repeated it quietly to herself, almost thoughtfully.
"Rosario..."
Then she smiled.
"Huh. Nice name."
tags: @soulsmangiones @iinfinitelimits @corrodeddeadlydoll @weegeewifey @mangionesdoll @fligniuz @dreamsareviolent-blog @ladybugluigi @ohsorrythen @bbyelle12 @mangionebabymama @multi-culti-girl @briarloves @babystellinaa @mangionesdaisy @purplebadd1e (comment if you would like to be added!)
your boyfriend luigi can smell your ovulation with his huge nostrils and has to do everything in his power to make sure you're satisfied aka the ultimate ovulation fic
trigger warnings: not much, just lots of sweet love making and filthy sex 💜 almost 4k words 🫣
and a big shoutout to @ladybugluigi, credit for certain thots and ideas in this fic goes to her 🥰
your ovulation was creeping up on you. you could feel that well known heat under your skin, that little uncomfortable prickle that made you squeeze your legs together, and your pussy has been soaking wet all day.
you weren't able to focus on anything, except for thinking about your boyfriend luigi and you couldn't wait until he will take care of your ovulation like he always does.
as horny as you were, it was friday and you were absolutely exhausted after a whole week at work. while fucking did sound nice, you wanted to hide your face in your boyfriend's chest and take a nice relaxing nap first, get some well needed rest in his warm arms, and then he could help you with satisfying your ovulation cravings with his magical italian dick. it sounded like the perfect friday plans.
luigi cooked a nice italian pasta for dinner, and you were able to finally settle with him in bed. you cuddled closely, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth and his buff muscles under you. you were wearing only one of his shirts, way too big on you, and a pair of frilly pink panties.
he was holding you tightly as he always does, kissing your forehead at times, caressing your body with his big hands. your cuddles were usually a part of a foreplay, and because you were ovulating, you could already feel the fire starting low in your belly at your proximity and his warmth and manly scent.
"are you comfy, kitten?" he asked, nuzzling his big nose in your hair.
"yes, lu. i'm perfect, thank you," you answered, pressing small kisses into his scruffy jaw.
suddenly, he cuddled you even closer, smelling your neck. he pulled back and scanned your face, a small smile on his lips.
"oh baby, you're ovulating," he said, licking his lips seductively.
"how are you even able to tell," you mumbled into the skin on his neck.
"have you seen the size of these nostrils? of course i can tell," he said, theatrically smelling you all over your neck like a dog, gathering your hair in his hand and putting them on your back for better access.
the size of his nose and his nostrils have been somewhat of a running joke between you two. you loved his big nose so much, you loved peppering it in kisses, and most importantly: it was very useful when he was eating your pussy and rubbing it against your clit.
"you smell different. sweeter. irresistible," he peppered your neck in small gentle kisses, his stubble tickling your skin.
"i don't know... are you sure of that?", you giggled, cuddling closer into him. you were just teasing him, because you knew you were ovulating, you could feel that for the whole day. he must have known your ovulation was coming, too, because he always made sure to track your cycle.
you could already feel his boner, his arousal growing hard and pressing between your legs.
"of course i'm going to have to taste you to confirm," he looked at you with his eyes all sparkly, sensually rising one of his eyebrows, before leaning over and kissing your lips. "you smell sweeter when you've ovulating, but you also taste sweeter, too."
slightly disappointed with your nap plans going array, what was about to come was even better than that. luigi pulled you close on top of him, your soft titties digging into his rock hard chest, and he was kissing you like you were the air he was breathing.
his hands were playing with your butt, caressing it and gripping the soft flesh at times, when suddenly he pulled you even closer and rolled you both over so that he could be on top.
luigi stopped kissing you and took a look at your face. he was already flushed red after your make out session and he looked so sexy. you entangled your fingers in his curls and pulled him in again for a kiss.
you needed him, you wanted him, you could already feel yourself getting even more wet and leaking between your legs with the need to have his thick dick inside your pussy.
your boyfriend was taking his time with you though - he was nibbling at your lips, licking into your mouth, taking your lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it. the art of kissing was not lost with him, ever.
you were starting to get more and more impatient, letting out little whimpers into his mouth. you wanted him to hurry, you needed this craving for him to be satiated somehow.
his big hands were roaming all over your body, before they settled on your ribs. he started kissing you all over your neck, taking little patches of skin into his mouth, and nibbling on it delicately with his teeth.
"shall we get you undressed, baby?" he asked, leaving a soft kiss on your mouth once again.
"yes, please. and hurry," you've answered, overwhelmed with the need for him. he was close to you, touching you, pressed against your body, but it wasn't enough. you had to feel him even closer than that, feel his skin against yours, have him deep inside you, bond with him on a more intimate level.
you knew that your ovulation was affecting him as much as it was affecting you, yet he was taking his time with you as if it didn't. you were horny for each other always, every day, 24/7, yet whenever you were ovulating it brought out something extra special between the two of you.
your need to be satisfied, his need to satisfy you, it was always bringing you even closer together. luigi would always take care of you so well knowing how feral your ovulation made you and how much you needed him during that time.
he finally grabbed his shirt that you were wearing, looking ridiculously big and oversized on you, and took it off over your head. he took off his shirt too, and latched himself to your neck again, holding you by your waist. his lips started trailing lower and lower, peppering your boobs in kisses.
he grabbed both of your tits in his hands and started covering them in bites and kisses, all while looking up at you letting out moans from pleasure. he sucked on your sensitive nipples, his scruff scratching your delicate skin.
he got up again to kiss you on the lips, and trailed lower. now he was leaving kisses all over your tummy, before finally dipping his fingers into your panties.
"shall we take this off too, baby?" he asked, flicking his eyebrows at you. you loved how he was always asking and checking up at you - you were obviously very aroused, half naked already, and yet he still asked for your consent. you were only able to nod at this point, and he ripped them right off you.
he took off pants and boxers too and settled fully naked between your legs, guiding them so you could rest your legs on his big buff shoulders. he circled your thighs with his arms, putting his hands on the inside of them.
you wouldn't be able to move an inch even if you tried, and you were forced to keep your legs spread on either side of him, blocked by his wide shoulders and buff arms. you put your hands in his pretty curls and caressed them.
your pussy was already dripping wet and glistening with your arousal, dewy drops trickling from inside your pussy lips. your boyfriend flicked his eyebrows, gave you a cocky smile and gave you a playful lick with his pink tongue.
luigi started with slow, short motions, before delving inside and eating you out in the earnest. he was tasting you, almost as if he was feeding himself on your pussy juices, letting out little moans. he stopped what he was doing and looked up at you with glimmers in his eyes.
"baby, you taste so sweet. you're definitely ovulating. and you smell so fucking good too. oh my god, i won't be able to get enough of you," he said, before diving in your pussy again.
he stuck his tongue inside your pussy and moved it around inside of you. you grabbed his curls even tighter, letting out a moan so loud that it probably was heard by your neighbours and everyone else in the vicinity.
he added suction with his lips, practically sucking on your hole, the added stimulation making you close your legs from pleasure. he immediately opened them forcefully again with his hands. he ate you out like a man starved, like your juices were the only thing that could save his life, like it was pure ambrosia seeping from you cunt.
"baby, be a good girl for me. i can't enjoy your pussy properly if you close your legs," he said, and he moved on to your clit.
luigi was teasing your clit back and forth with short kittenish licks, and you could feel your orgasm building deep inside you already. you came from the stimulation on your clit, tugging on his curls, legs shaking and your whole body spasming against him.
after your orgasm, he backed away slightly, only to start rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb. you were so overstimulated, you were writhing and moaning, and he wasn't even thinking of stopping.
"princess, your clit is so puffy," your boyfriend said, smiling, before plunging two of his big fingers inside your pussy.
"your pussy feels so soft and pliable when you're ovulating. you're swallowing my fingers. and you're so fucking wet you're almost foamy."
he took out his fingers only to start licking you again. this time, he was making out with your cunt in the earnest, using his lips, his tongue, and his nose, pressing his face tightly against you.
you could feel him literally everywhere, licking long stripes up and down, teasing your hole with his tongue again, stimulating your clit with his gorgeous big nose.
your second orgasm was sure to come very soon. he was enjoying himself immensely, and it felt like he was trying to get as much of your juices in his mouth as he possibly can.
"i just can't get enough of how sweet you taste. your pussy feels so good in my mouth" he said in a low whisper, his deep voice reverberating against your cunt. he was eating you out like your pussy was the only thing in the world that could possible satiate his hunger.
he added his fingers again, two of them deep inside you, and started sucking on your clit. he was teasing it with short licks, adding suction with his thick lips. letting out little moans and groans because of how good your pussy tastes, they were adding vibrations to all his ministrations and stimulating your clit.
he looked up at you like that - his nose was pressed against your core, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his long eyelashes were a little bit wet and his eyes looked sparkly.
he looked so in love and completely enamoured with you.
one of his big hands moved to your lower belly, pressing it slightly for extra stimulation. and just like that, you came again - all over his face and fingers, squirting and wetting the sheets.
you entire body was twitching and shivering, your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, and your legs were shaking uncontrollably, clamping around his head. he was still stimulating you through all the aftershocks, not letting you get off so easily.
you collapsed, exhausted, and luigi finally stopped, giving your clit one last soft lingering kiss. he slightly lifted his head and rested his chin on your lower belly.
he was a sight to behold - his thick lips looked all red and puffy, his face was all pink, his scruff, cheeks, nose, mouth, covered entirely with your slick and your juices. he looked like he entirely enjoyed himself way too much between your legs.
you caressed gently that little pool of curls right above his forehead, and he smiled sweetly at you.
"are you okay, princess? did i do a good job?" he asked, moving his hands to your waist and hovering above you.
"you were great, lulu. i want your dick now," you've answered, and he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
he kissed you with tongue, letting you taste your juices on him.
"yeah? do you feel ready for me?", he whispered against your mouth.
"yes, lu. please. i crave you so badly."
he grabbed your thighs, spreading them widely, and placed them around his hips. you've crossed your legs on his back and he grabbed his thick, veiny dick with his hand and lined himself up at your entrance, entering you. it made you gasp for air immediately, clutching his wide shoulders.
he was sliding in very slowly, inch by inch, the sensation of being filled out and stretched out with his long thick cock exactly what you've been needing all day.
you were whimpering pathetically against his mouth, his forehead resting on yours, needing even more of him and wanting him just closer and closer, as much as it's humanly possible.
"i know, baby, i know, it's a lot," he grabbed your hips even harder and pulled them closer against him. "only little bit more, come on, let me get deeper."
he was sliding in more and more until his hips were flush against your ass and his pubes were pressing against your pussy. his big dick was pressing deep, stretching you out deliciously and pressing all the right places inside you.
"look at you, sweetheart. your ovulation is making your pussy just suck me in," he said, and he kissed you deeply again.
he started slowly rocking his hips back and forth with short thrusts, making sure you can adjust to his size before he can start fucking you in the earnest.
"you feel so much warmer, too. i can get this deep inside your pussy only when you're ovulating," he was nipping at your jaw now, his thrusts getting faster, rocking in and out of you.
you could feel all of him - his full weight resting on you, his slow yet deep thrusts, his hands on you holding you close and making sure you can't squirm away, his dense, buff muscles and his soft skin pressed so closely into you, the warmth radiating off him and his manly smell mixed with his musk. it was all so overwhelming and so intense in the best way possible. it was making love at its finest.
everything felt so sensual and romantic. you were as close to each other as it was humanly possible, luigi deep inside you, every inch of your bodies touching. it felt like you were both in the best kind of daze. completely drunk on your passion, taking your time making love, sharing kisses, so much affection between the two of you in the air it was almost palpable.
he was nudging the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck with his big nose, smelling you again.
"fuck, baby, you smell irresistible," he was inhaling your scent again, air traveling loudly through his huge nostrils. "i want to devour you whole."
his hands moved to your titties now, and he started caressing them and sucking on your nipples. you've entangled your fingers in his curls and closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure, moaning out loudly. luigi was also letting out deep, low groans, in a trance, like he wanted to be completely consumed by you and how good you feel.
he was kneading your boobs, closing his lips around your nipples, flicking them with his tongue, suckling on the delicate skin, doing everything he could to worship your body and your beautiful breasts he loved so much.
"oh, lu, please, i'm so close," you've opened your eyes and looked down at your boyfriend with your tit in his mouth. he smirked and let go of your nipple with a pop, a string of his spit connecting his mouth to your pretty pink nub.
he went back up again, giving you another messy kiss.
"come on baby, come all over cock," he said, and he slipped a hand between the two of you and started massaging your clit with his thumb.
his dick moving inside you and stretching you open was already perfect, but the added pressure on your clit tipped you over the edge within seconds. the noises of both of your moans, skin slapping on skin, and the wet sounds of his cock moving inside your pussy were filling the room.
the heat started spreading from deep inside your pussy all over your body, and soon you were convulsing and shaking against him. your legs were trying to close, but luigi's thick body on top of you and his hips planted between your legs weren't allowing you to move at all.
your body was shaking so much that it felt like you were trying to fight his much bigger frame. but he was so much heavier than you that it was impossible, he was just pinning you into the mattress with his weight, his strong arms holding you down.
it felt delicious to be so close to him - your chests were practically glued together with the sweat that was trickling down his chest, making you both sticky. you could almost feel each other’s heartbeats, every crevice and ridge of his body pressed closely against you. your hands were clamped on his thick shoulders, grounding you in the moment.
you weren't even finished with your orgasm yet, and you could already feel his hips stuttering and his body trembling on top of you. his nose was pressing against your cheek and he was moaning straight into your ear. his thumb was still relentlessly massaging your clit, and his other hand on your hip was gripping you harder and harder.
your boyfriend was coming too, and the feeling of his dick throbbing inside your pussy and his warm cum pumping into your basically amplified your orgasm, and made everything feel even more intense.
you didn't even know at this point if it was one very long orgasm, or if you've experienced multiple orgasms one by one. you were shaking, writhing, moaning and screaming, his cock inside you and his body on top of you making you feel so good. you've squirted all over his dick, adding to a mess of all your juices and his cum.
the fact that you both experienced your orgasms at basically the same time was so special, so romantic, like not only your bodies, but also your souls connected.
you were slowly coming down from your high, and it seemed that so was luigi. you both were gasping for air loudly.
you've finally opened your eyes, and there he was: looking down at you with so much love in his eyes, his curls wet and glued to his forehead, his chest, neck, and face flushed red.
"baby, you did so well for me. i love you so much," he said, and kissed you, moving his hands to your face.
still hungry for you, he cupped your cheeks, caging your face with his biceps.
"feeling better now? do you feel satisfied?" he asked.
"yes, lu, so much better," you giggled, and you hugged him around his torso.
you've stayed like that for a while: two bodies merged into one, no rush, like you were the only two people left on earth in this moment.
you were making out lazily, this time with no hurry, simply basking in each other's presence and the afterhaze of your orgasms. he stayed inside you, his dick soft now, but you didn't want him to pull out or clean you up just yet, you wanted to stay with him like this for a little while longer.
you've whimpered into his mouth, and it seemed to break him out of his daze, because he stopped kissing you.
"are you okay? are you in any pain?" he furrowed his eyebrows, his hands roaming your body as if he wanted to check himself if there was anything that might be causing you any discomfort. "i'm going to pull out, i should clean you up."
you've protested weakly, but he was moving already, and his dick popped out of you - a wet string of your joint release connecting the both of you, his dick coated in your juices. he smiled widely at that, and massaged your pussy with his thumb, rubbing his cum in and making a mess of it all over.
"your pussy looks so beautiful ruined like that, princess."
you've let out a whine again, trying to reach for him with your hands. he gave you a nice long kiss.
"i need to clean you up," he said, before making a motion to get up.
you grabbed his shoulders and whined again. you still needed him so badly, but you felt so weak, like all energy left your body after your orgasms.
"shhh, it's okay. i will clean you up and then we will cuddle some more. i'll be right back," he caressed your cheek with his thumb and kissed your forehead gently, before getting up from the bed.
luigi came back soon with a towel. he made you part your legs for him again, and tenderly cleaned you up, kissing your body, and calming you down when you whined about how uncomfortable it feels.
when he was finished, he lied back down in bed, and pulled you so that you can cuddle into his chest. his arms were holding you tight, and you were able to nuzzle into his chest and neck.
"my beautiful girl. i love you so so much. you have no idea how much," he was kissing your forehead and caressing your body with his hands.
your exhaustion from the entire week and how good your boyfriend fucked you were finally catching up with you. you weren't even mad about not being able to get that nap you wanted earlier, because being pounded by your sweet loving boyfriend provided all the satisfaction you needed when ovulating.
you were feeling so safe, so warm, so satiated, his buff arms around you anchoring you, that all of it made you slowly drift away.
while falling asleep, you were still able to register his whispers to you, his praises, quiet i love yous, and you knew that in a little while, you would be able to wake up to another round of great sex that luigi was always more than happy to provide for you.
the fire low in your belly was still burning and needed some more help from luigi, but for now, you were happy to fall asleep in his arms.
you needed your rest, and then your boyfriend would make sure to satisfy you some more, making your ovulation the most special and intimate time between the two of you.
the first time you meet luigi, you’re fumbling with peach’s leash outside your apartment when the door beside yours opens.
he steps out—tall, tan-brown hair tousled just enough to look effortless, eyes sharp and hazel. he doesn’t look much older than you—maybe late twenties, but there’s a quiet maturity in the way he carries himself, like someone who’s taken care of himself, both body and mind.
“you’re the one with the dog,” he says, voice low, no smile, just the barest tilt of his head.
“yeah,” you say, suddenly aware of how much you’re holding the leash like a lifeline. “her name is peach.”
he shifts the weight of the kid on his hip and watches as the toddler stares at peach, unafraid.
“i’m luigi,” he adds. “and this is marco.”
your dog wags her tail, but she’s quieter now, like she senses the change in the air.
“you live here?” he asks, stepping a little closer than you expect, hazel eyes never leaving yours.
“just moved back for school,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.
“undergrad?” he asks.
“master’s,” you correct.
he nods slowly. “i’ve seen you around.”
there’s no warmth in the words—just a quiet, measured observation that makes you a bit nervous.
you swallow, suddenly aware of the heat creeping into your cheeks and how intensely you’d been staring. “well. hi, luigi.” you say. “i’m y/n.”
he holds your gaze longer than you’re comfortable with, like he’s weighing you up,
“peach really seems to like your son,” you say, hoping to lighten the moment.
“good,” he replies, voice tightening just a fraction. “he’s not going anywhere.”
you don’t pay much attention to the neighbors, but over time you’ve learned things here and there, bits and pieces caught without meaning to. luigi’s alarm blares sharp and insistent at 5:30 every morning—the kind of sound that cuts through both of your sleep schedules like a battle axe. by 7, he’s usually gone, quiet footsteps down the hallway, a low murmur from the apartment next door signaling marco’s wakeup.
sometimes, if you time it right, you catch him jogging down the corridor shirtless just after dropping off the kid at daycare: the faint sheen of sweat on his sun-kissed sicilian skin, muscles flexing with each stride, hair tousled from the early run.
today, returning from peach’s determined thirty minutes of exploring every leaf and crack in the pavement, you spot luigi emerging into the hallway, but he’s not alone.
a woman walks beside him, lean and striking, her dark hair pulled back tightly. her features are sharp and unmistakably italian, her expression unreadable as she balances a couple of worn leather bags in one hand. the way luigi’s shoulder subtly shifts toward her, the ease between them, is something you’ve never seen before. you weren’t sure exactly when luigi moved in, but he’d always been a quiet presence, mostly solitary, with no obvious other half in his routine.
the moment hangs for just a beat before they disappear down the stairs, leaving the faint scent of her perfume lingering behind—something warm and earthy.
ugh. you really thought you’d grown out of being so nosy.
you’re in the laundry room on the first floor, folding towels that still smell like lavender detergent and city water, when the door swings open behind you. you glance over your shoulder, expecting a stranger.
but it’s luigi.
he steps inside without hesitation, marco tucked under one arm like it’s nothing. the kid’s sleepy but still a bit giddy, cheek pressed to luigi’s collarbone, eyes wide and curious.
he sets a laundry basket on the machine beside yours.
his brown eyes set on you. “you’re always on time.”
you blink. “for laundry?”
“routine says a lot about a person,” he says. you wonder if he’s noticed you studying his. the toddler frees himself from his grip, stumbling around the marble floor. luigi begins pulling clothes out of the basket without another look. you’re not as disciplined. your gaze lingers a bit, just enough.
he seems lighter today. not exactly talkative, but looser. a little more open. maybe his girlfriend straightened him out. gave him a bit more personality.
you pause mid-fold, curious. “and what’s mine say?”
“still figuring that out,” he says. then glances at you, his expression unreadable. “but peach seems to like it. you know, growing up, my dog used to lose his mind when the sink turned on.”
you nodded. “aggressive reaction to plumbing.”
he huffs a laugh. low, barely there. but there.
you steal another glance at him. plain black t-shirt, sleeves pushed up, features sharp even in the bad fluorescent light. eyes focused on the clothes but still clearly aware of you.
you clear your throat.
“is your whole family italian?”
very subtle. he’ll never notice.
“what gave it away?”
“the name,” you say. “and… the woman from the other day. she looked italian.”
his folding slows. not much. but you notice. his hands still for half a second. then resume. deliberate.
“she is,” luigi says, voice flat. “but we’re not together. haven’t been in a long time.”
you reel back, offended at how quickly you were caught. “i didn’t assume—”
“yeah, you did,” he says. not unkindly. there’s a lift to his tone. almost amused. “but that’s fine.”
you keep folding, not sure what to say to that, so instead you go with the thing that’s been sitting in your throat since the first time he looked at you too long.
“you know, you’re kind of intimidating.” it slips out quieter than you expect. no drama, no irony. just a small, true thing.
this time, he does look at you. “why?”
you shrug, eyes fixed on the towel in your hands. “you’re serious. and quiet. and you notice things. that combination kind of scrambles me.”
he watches you a beat longer, then says, “you don’t come off like someone who gets scrambled.”
“i don’t usually,” you think out loud.
“i’d argue that’s far more intimidating.”
you laugh, surprised. “so now we’re both scared of each other?”
“no,” he says, a little too quickly. amusement clearer this time. “i’m not scared of you.”
“then what?”
you meet his eyes. it lingers this time. longer, warmer, closer.
“still figuring that out.”
neither of you moves. the dryer buzzes behind you, ignored. peach shifts at your feet. marco babbles in the distance.
finally, luigi looks away first. folds another shirt.
but his voice is low when he says:
“you’ll get used to me.”
the third time you talk to luigi, it feels like a dreaded step back into awkward acquaintanceship.
it’s late, and you’re just about to close your apartment door when you hear footsteps behind you. luigi’s standing there, the curly-haired toddler sleeping against his chest, eyes steady on you and the guy you’ve been talking to—someone from a recent class, nothing serious, just another midnight delay. the guy steps back and away, giving you space without a word.
you clear your throat, suddenly aware of how terrible you looked.
“luigi,” you say, trying to sound casual.
luigi raises an eyebrow at you. “who was that?”
you glance back at the figure disappearing down the hall. despite your barely budding friendship, you felt caught. like you were keeping secrets he was entitled to.
you were terrible at lying on the spot. “what do you mean?”
“what do i mean?” he repeats, expected.
you try to laugh it off, but the sound feels hollow. the guy leaves the hallway without so much as a goodbye. you chew the inside of your lip, wholly aware of how this looks. “my friend just dropped something off.”
luigi’s tired brown eyes wash over your face. he doesn’t believe you for a second. “at four in the morning?”
“when you put it like that, it does sound bad.”
“isn’t it?”
for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you: his steady presence, the quiet hum of his breathing, the way his eyes soften ever so slightly.
you swallow hard, heart thudding in a way that might have nothing to do with embarrassment.
“look,” he says after a pause, voice gentler now, carefully folding his intensity into something almost tender, “i’m not here to judge you. just…don’t let it become a habit. you have early mornings.”
“alright, dad,” you say, mock-saluting, your tone laced with just enough sarcasm to keep things light. “i’ll be on my best behavior.”
the door shuts behind him, and that’s the last you see of luigi for a while. your plan is simple and flawless: no more embarrassing encounters with the hot neighbor. none. zero.
with any luck, the next time you see him will be a year from now, in the mailroom or something, and he’ll smile politely like you’re just another face in the building. clean slate. no lingering awkwardness. no weird tension. because honestly, the last thing you need is to fumble your way through a close-proximity crush when you’re barely holding it together in your master’s program.
still, you hear him.
luigi’s alarm still goes off at 5:30. he’s out the door by 7. and you know—you know—he hears your blender screaming through the wall when you make your frozen fruit smoothies. once, you swear you hear him laugh, low and muffled, but it could’ve been the pipes. your mornings follow a different rhythm: up by 6, protein within 30 minutes, walk peach the second luigi’s car disappears down the block, slap on makeup, and bolt to your 8 a.m, fruit smoothie in hand. you’re always a few minutes late, but your one-night stand turned note-taker never misses a lecture. it’s a system.
with lectures cancelled, you’re thrown a bit off beat. you’re halfway through your coffee, tucked into the corner of the café with your earbuds in but no music playing—the universal signal for leave me alone. and honestly, you’d hoped it’d work.
but then you feel it: the weight of someone standing too close. the static of their presence.
you look up.
it’s luigi.
gray hoodie. scruff. iced green tea in hand. same unreadable look in his eyes.
“hey,” luigi says, not bothering to ask if he can sit. just does.
you blink.
“thought you were a smoothie-for-breakfast kind of girl,” he adds, casual.
you shoot him a look. "thought you were a mind-your-own-business kind of guy."
his lips twitch into a half-smile. “i pay attention. can’t help it.”
“there’s a difference between paying attention and being creepy,” you say, only half-joking. you’ve caught him watching you before—sometimes on your walk home from class, you see his silhouette leaning against his car, all casual and cool like he just happened to be there. you had to focus hard on not looking back. on pretending you didn’t feel his eyes on you the whole way down the block.
he blows out a breath. “creepy’s a strong word.”
“you’re skating close.”
“guilty. but at least i can be honest about it.”
you roll your eyes but can’t stop the small smile.
“so,” he says, taking another sip of his drink, “how’s michael from stats?”
you nearly go into anaphylactic shock; your lashes flutter. caught. your laptop’s still open—too open—and sure enough, the last message on screen is a deeply unhinged text thread between you and said michael. you snap it shut.
“don’t start.”
he looks good. he always does, unfortunately. that olive skin, the warm brown hair that never seems to sit still, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up just to brag. you’re not sure if it’s the eyes, or the voice, or the fact that he somehow smells like bergamot and sandalwood and the beach.
he raises an eyebrow, all innocent. “what? just trying to keep things… neighborly.”
sure. friends. white flag. truce.
you shrug, being honest. “we’re not talking.”
“looked like you were talking a lot,” he says, grinning.
you narrow your eyes. “you’re enjoying this way too much.”
he leans in slightly. “maybe. but come on—you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks.”
“that’s not true,” you say, lying in his face. “i’ve just been busy.”
“you’ve been avoiding me,” he says again, tone final.
“hardly.” you say. “you’ve been lurking.”
“i live here.”
“you timed your afternoon walks to mine.”
“you changed your route.”
“you changed yours.”
he smiles—sharp, a little smug. “you noticed.”
you ignore that. “maybe i just didn’t feel like making awkward small talk with my hot neighbor who forgets how to blink.”
the word hot slips out before you can stop it. his eyebrows shoot up. you instantly feel the crash of your own dignity sinking somewhere near your stomach.
“you think i’m hot?”
you roll your eyes and turn your head away. “not the point.”
he leans forward slightly, elbows on the table, voice lower now. “so what is the point? that you’d rather talk to michael from stats?”
you frown.
“you left your screen open,” he continues, light. “i figured you wanted an opinion.”
“okay, fine.” you sigh. “what’s your opinion?”
he leans in just slightly—close enough that you feel it, the shift in air. “i’d say michael’s not your type.”
you open your mouth to say something sarcastic, anything to cut through it, but luigi moves before you can. he grabs your chair with one hand—casual, like you’ve done this a million times before—and pulls you close. the other brushes your jaw, a soft, sure touch. his thumb pauses near your cheekbone. there’s heat in his gaze, something reckless and unreadable.
“tell me to back off,” luigi says, voice low.
you don’t.
his hand slides from your wrist to the side of your face, thumb grazing your jaw, and for a second he just looks at you. searching. waiting.
“this is a bad idea,” you whisper.
“the worst,” he says.
and then he kisses you.
it’s not sweet. it’s not practiced. it’s heat and frustration and something like longing, poured into one breathless, unguarded second. his mouth moves against yours with slow urgency, like he’s been thinking about this since day one and can’t hold it back anymore. needy, but firm. like he’d been holding it back without even knowing it. your fingers curl into his shirt, anchoring yourself, and when he deepens the kiss, you let him. his mouth is warm and certain, and for a second, your brain short-circuits: you’re in the middle of a crowded café and luigi, your maybe-jealous, maybe-unhinged neighbor, is kissing you like he’s claiming something.
when he pulls back—just barely—his thumb brushes your cheek. you’re both breathing hard.
you’re the first to speak. “we shouldn’t have done that.”
his thumb brushes your jaw, slow. “you say that like we’re not gonna do it again.”
you swallow. “we barely know each other.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, gaze still fixed on your mouth. “i know enough.”
you raise a brow. “yeah?”
he leans in, mouth close to your ear now. his voice drops—low, certain, dangerous in that way that makes your knees threaten to give out.
“i know i’ve wanted to do that since we met in the hallway.”
you almost smile.
almost.
but you’re still too breathless for it. too wired. too wrecked by how good that felt.
you look up at him, steady. “so now what?”
“now,” he starts. “i think you should get into my car.”
you’re making out with him in the backseat like horny teenagers within five minutes. he nudges aside the delicate lace of your panties, his fingertips pressing against the slick heat between your legs. a gasp hitches in your throat.
his fingers crooked to hit that perfect spot that makes you feel like you might cry if he rubbed it too much. you noises sound much louder now, jagged and pitchy.
"you’re such a tease," luigi murmurs, his motions not slowing. "keeping me from this. keeping all your pretty noises to yourself."
and, as if he'll know what it'll do, he stretches his hand, veins bulging in his forearm, and plants his thumb on your clit. you jolt against the new stimulation, another desperate gasp escapes you, and luigi moans against your neck.
his hand keeps moving, fingers still plunging into your soaking cunt, thumb rubbing tight, small circles on your clit. you cling to him, hips rolling to meet his strokes, the heat in you storming, suddenly desperately fast. your breathing comes out heavy and if it's not a moan, it's his name.
"feelin' good? ‘m i making my girl feel good?" luigi says, voice hot and raspy against your throat. he starts on his marks, leaving a trail of sloppy hot kisses on your neck.
he lets out a low groan, leaning down to suck another sloppy hickey against your shoulder. he’s insiatiable.
you buck against his hand, crying out, and then pant like a little puppy when he starts to slow it down after several long moments. you truly can’t move a muscle, you’re completely at his mercy and he loves it. you’re shaking, fumbling at his belt, really not getting anything done, and he smiles against your jaw.
"don’t know how to unbuckle a belt?"
“luigi,” you whine. “please—i need you now.”
“i know, baby,” he murmurs, low. your faces were inches apart, your lips parted as you watched him reach between your bodies and grab his cock, slowly giving it a few pumps before he aligned himself with your core.
"fuck," he groans, the feeling of your wet core overwhelming his senses. you stretched around him so perfect, taking him so well he couldn't help himself. “i’ve needed you for weeks.”
your body contorts under his harsh pace. your limbs are reduced to jelly.
"so pretty," he cooed, cupping your face. "all for me, right?"
“yes,” you whisper, barely breathing. “all your’s.”
he brings his hand up to your chin, moving your mouth open. he’s so cocky, so smug. his eyes glimmer as he spits in your mouth.
"that's it, c'mon princess, cum for me, cum all over this cock like the good little girl you—“
the phone rings. his pace stutters.
you whimper, squeezing your thighs around his hips, your heels digging into his back as he reaches for his cellphone and frowns down at the caller id. there’s a flicker in his eyes, a something you’re not quite sure of.
“luigi—” you start.
"shh... quiet princess, unless you want someone to hear," he murmurs, before swiping up and pressing the phone to his ear.
your eyes widen, but before you could argue, luigi rocks his hips down deep into yours and has to press his palm over your mouth to muffle your squeak.
“good morning, sweetheart,” he says, voice sarcastic as he throws you a wink. you’re already too fucked out to respond. was it his ex? “i’ll come by and get him right after practice….i haven’t forgotten, no….”
you don’t hear half of the conversation and can’t bring yourself to. you still haven’t comprehended how huge he feels. it hurts it hurts it hurts. as if the insides of your body have been set alight, limbs writhing uselessly. a stormy, bubbling heat deep in your belly. you can’t even gasp at the sensation. not when you’ve felt fuller than you ever have in your life.
"huh? no nothing—just uh—” luigi raises an eyebrow down at you, moving his hips, the feel of his cock dragging inside you nearly makes your eyes roll back. fucking tease.
your walls clench down around him desperately, biting down hard on your own lips to keep from making noise. a part of you is flared with jealousy, but the majority of you is too wrapped up in lust to do anything more than a glare. he smirks, resting his free hand on your hip to hold you still as he tugs back for a particularly hard thrust.
“doin' some maintenance work," luigi says, chuckling darkly.
"some of these screws are in a bit tight," he winks, pulling back and thrusting forward once more, "y'know how things get when they're not... worked out properly once in a while.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the coil tighten inside you with every dreadfully slow movement of his hips. the tip of the length nudges up against your g-spot, you’re biting so hard on your lip, you’re sure it bleeds. you scrabble underneath him, trying desperately to give him a warning tug as he laughs at something his ex says.
"i get it, i’ll be on time,” luigi says, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “this won’t take long.”
he clicks off without a goodbye and throws his phone into the front seat.
"f-fuck luigi, th-that's not funn—” you try to force out a coherent sentence, but luigi only coos as he reaches down between you to slap your clit. immediately, your mouth falls open, and you jerk up against him. he chuckles.
“such a good girl for me,” he says, kissing you sweetly. you gave him your tongue, which he accepted with a grin. “so fuckin’ well behaved. i could take you anywhere, huh?”
you’re so close. “mhmm,” you whimper. “yes daddy.”
you felt yourself heat up. your cheeks red hot as you realised your blunder, and you started to scrabbled together some apology. but luigi wasn't surprised. not in the slightest. he just chuckled, effectively cutting you off and making you even wetter with humiliation.
"alright, baby,” he says. “take it for daddy."
and just like that, you're his perfect little toy.
"god fuck—fuck—you're so tight, pretty girl—y'hear how wet you are for me?" luigi asks. breathless, your body only allows for a small, desperate nod of your head as he hoists your leg up to fuck you deeper. “he didn’t fuck you properly, did he? didn’t know how to fuck you like daddy does?”
you lost control of yourself. luigi’s eyes darken as you whimper underneath him, slamming his mouth back onto yours to drink in every moan.
“good fuckin’ girl,” he growls as you cum around him. letting out a sharp hot hiss of his own as he slams his hips into you, palm squeezing your tits so hard you think you're about to burst.
he doesn’t wait. he shoots his load into you with a choked whine and he doesn't pull out—doesn't want to abandon the tight warmth of your hole hugging his cock like the world’s prettiest little fleshlight. he simply fucks back into you with a blissful groan.
"look what you did to me, baby," he mutters, almost dazed, like he really couldn't believe it. his cock stayed buried inside you, slow and purposeful, dragging out every last drop.
“luigi,” you whine. “sensitive.”
“‘m sorry, principessa,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. more smug than sorry, you catch it in his smile.
the car creaks slightly as he leans back, pulling his pants up with one hand while the other lingers on your thigh, like he’s not ready to let go just yet. you exhale, trying to will your pulse into something normal. normal finally comes—and your sound, sober mind is wondering what the hell you’re just thrown yourself into.
you adjust your sweater, fix your skirt, open the door without another word.
“hey,” he says, confused. “what are you—”
you’re already stepping out onto the pavement, the night air sharp against your flushed skin.
“where are you going?” he calls after you, his voice still casual—but under it, a flicker of something else. something real.
you just walk, fast, shoes clacking against the quiet lot, the adrenaline in your body now shifting from want to regret. from heat to clarity. the car door swings open behind you. he calls again, louder this time. “get back in the car.”
you keep going.
“baby, come on.”
you turn your head just enough to look at him. “i dont know if you should be calling me that.”
he’s standing by the car now, shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled. wind in his hair. too handsome for someone who just ruined your sense of stability in the span of twenty minutes.
“what do you mean?” he asks.
you cross your arms. “this was a bad idea.”
he raises a brow. “you didn’t seem to think that ten minutes ago.”
you exhale hard. “you answered your ex’s call mid-sex, luigi.”
“you want me to ignore the person keeping my four-year-old today today?”
you open your mouth, then shut it. okay, fair. annoying, but fair.
“still,” you mutter.
“i knew it was about him. and you—” he tilts his head, watching you. “you didn’t stop either.”
you look down at your shoes.
he takes a step toward you. “what are you really freaking out about?”
you hesitate. “i don’t… do stuff like this.”
“what, parking lot sex or catching feelings?”
you shoot him a look.
luigi grins, slow and lopsided. “you didn’t hate it.”
you shake your head, staring out at the street, begging your senses to unnerve, your face to cool off. “you’ve got issues.”
and then you look at him—really look—and the smugness is still there, sure, but but beneath it something tightens—a flash of doubt, sharp and raw. not quite vulnerability, but a heavy weight you weren’t ready for. like if you walked away, it wouldn’t just hurt. it would pierce.
“get back in the car,” he says again, quieter this time. “it’s cold. i still wanna look at you.”
your chest tightens.
you hesitate for another beat.
then you sigh, roll your eyes a little and walk back.
he doesn’t smile like he’s won. just opens the door for you. waits until you’re in. shuts it gently behind you.
“New rule,” you said, your voice low and playful as you straddled one of Luigi’s thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders. “We’re going to play a game.”
His dark eyes lit up with interest, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I like games. What are the stakes?”
“You’ll see.” You leaned in and kissed him, soft and teasing, just barely brushing your lips against his. “Here’s how it works. I’m going to do whatever I want to you. And you are not allowed to touch me. Not once. Not even a little bit.”
His grin flickered, replaced by a quizzical frown. “Wait—what? Not touch you? That’s—that’s the whole point, baby.”
“Exactly.” You traced a finger down his chest, feeling the tension coil in his muscles. “Hands stay beside you, behind you, or under your thighs. You can’t put them on me for any reason. Not to guide me, not to grab me, not even to brush my hair out of my face. If you do, I stop. Completely. And you don’t get to finish.”
Luigi’s eyes widened, a mixture of arousal and panic flickering through them. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” you replied, letting your hand drift lower, over his stomach, to the waistband of his jeans. “And that’s not all. When I’m riding you, same rules apply. No touching. No thrusting. You sit there and let me do all the work. You don’t move a single muscle except to breathe and talk.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You could see the bulge already pressing against his jeans, his breath coming quicker. “That’s… fuck, that’s going to be impossible.”
“That’s the point.” You grinned and kissed him again, deeper this time, your tongue sliding against his. “Think you can handle it?”
His hands twitched at his sides, like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing you. “I’ll try. But if I break the rules—”
“You won’t.” You pulled back and slid off the bed, your fingers finding the button of his jeans. “Because you want to see this through to the end, don’t you?”
He nodded, his jaw tight. “Yes. God, yes.”
You undressed him slowly, savoring every inch of skin you revealed. First his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Then his jeans, unzipping them and dragging them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers—tented and straining. You traced your fingers over the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath.
“Hands,” you reminded him, your voice sweet and dangerous. “Where are they?”
He clenched his fists and pressed them flat against the mattress on either side of his hips. “Here. They’re here.”
“Good boy.”
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with a bead of precum. You licked your lips, took your time looking at him—at the way his stomach muscles tensed, the way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” you murmured, leaning in close. “All mine, and you can’t do a thing about it.”
Luigi groaned, his head falling back. “Please—please don’t tease me too long. I’m already losing my mind.”
“That’s the idea.”
You lowered your head, your hair brushing against his thighs, and let your breath ghost over the head of his cock. He shuddered, his hips jerking involuntarily, and you pulled back.
“Ah-ah,” you said. “No thrusting, remember? If you move, I stop.”
“Sorry—fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll be still. I swear.”
You smiled and took him into your mouth.
The first contact was soft—just your lips wrapping around the head, your tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge. Luigi let out a sound that was half gasp, half moan, his fingers curling into the sheets. You moved slowly, taking him deeper inch by inch, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. The taste of him flooded your mouth—salty, musky, utterly masculine.
“Oh god,” he breathed, his voice strained. “Oh god, that feels... so fucking good...”
You hummed in response, the vibration making his whole body jolt. You could feel him fighting to stay still, his thighs trembling under your hands. You looked up through your lashes and saw his face: eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a vein pulsing in his neck. He was struggling. Beautifully.
You took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling back to suck just the tip. Precum coated your tongue, and you swallowed, savoring the taste. You bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, one hand gripping his thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in time with your mouth.
“Please,” Luigi whispered, his voice cracking. “Please let me touch you. Just your hair—just—” His hands twitched, lifting an inch off the mattress before he slammed them back down. “Fuck, fuck.”
“No,” you said, pulling off just long enough to speak, your lips slick and shiny. “You don’t get to touch me. Not until I say so.”
You took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, your nose brushing against his pelvis. He let out a strangled cry, his chest heaving. You could see the tendons in his forearms standing out as he gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles went white. He was practically vibrating with the effort of restraint.
“I’m—I’m so close,” he gasped. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to—”
You slowed down, deliberately taking the edge off, and he whimpered. The sound was raw, desperate, and it made you wetter than you already were. You wanted to draw this out. Make him suffer. Make him beg.
You worked his cock with your mouth and hand, alternating between deep, wet suction and teasing licks along the underside. You felt him swell against your tongue, tasted the salt of precum growing thicker. His breathing was ragged, punctuated by soft moans and broken pleas.
“Please, please, I need—I need to come—can I come? Please let me—”
You pulled off completely, leaving him throbbing and wet, and smiled up at him. “Not yet. I want to ride you first.”
He let out a sound that was almost a sob. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe.” You crawled up his body, straddling his hips, your pussy—already slick and aching—hovering just above his cock. You leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. “But what a way to go.”
You positioned yourself over him, one hand on his chest for balance, the other reaching down to guide the head of his cock to your entrance. He was so hard, so ready, that just the lightest touch made him buck his hips—and then stop, catching himself with a pained groan.
“Sorry—sorry—fuck, I can’t—it’s so hard not to move—”
“Shh,” you whispered, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, letting the slickness spread. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”
You lowered yourself onto him slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was perfect—filling you completely, pressing against that deep spot inside you that made your vision blur. You both moaned together, a long, shuddering sound that filled the room.
When he was fully sheathed inside you, you paused, letting your body adjust. He was panting beneath you, his eyes screwed shut, his hands fisted in the sheets. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple.
“Look at me,” you said softly.
Luigi opened his eyes, and the need in them was almost overwhelming. Dark, hungry, pleading.
“You’re doing so good,” you told him. “Don’t move. Let me do everything.”
You began to move—slow, rolling circles of your hips that made him groan deep in his chest. You rose up and dropped back down, setting a rhythm that was all your own. Every time you slid back down, you felt him twitch inside you, his cock hitting just the right angle to make your thighs tremble.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, you feel—you feel so good—so tight—so fucking wet—”
He was babbling, and you fucking loved it. You picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap, your breasts bouncing with the motion. He watched them, his mouth open, his eyes glazed. You saw his hands lift again, reaching for your hips, and you stopped moving.
You leaned forward, pressing your palms flat against his chest, your face inches from his. “You were about to touch me. That’s against the rules.”
“I know—I know—I’m sorry—I won’t do it again—please don’t stop—”
His voice was desperate, cracked, his eyes searching yours. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, aching for more movement. You held still, letting the silence stretch, letting him sweat.
“Promise me,” you said quietly. “Promise me you’ll keep your hands to yourself. Or I’m done.”
“I promise—I promise—I swear on my life—please just move—”
You rewarded him with a deep, slow grind that made his eyes roll back. You rode him like that, alternating between fast and slow, deep and shallow, keeping him teetering on the edge of release. His hands never left the mattress, but they shook, and his knuckles were white, and every few seconds a moan or a curse escaped his lips.
“You’re so close,” you observed, feeling his cock pulse inside you. “I can feel it. You’re going to come so hard for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes—yes—please—I can’t hold it much longer—”
“Good. Then come with me.”
You reached between your legs and rubbed your clit in tight circles, your other hand braced on his shoulder. The dual sensation sent sparks up your spine. You rode him harder, faster, your hips slapping against his, the sound obscene and perfect. You felt your own orgasm building, hot and heavy, coiling low in your belly.
“Now,” you gasped. “Come for me now.”
His body went rigid. A guttural moan tore from his throat and you felt him erupt inside you, hot spurts flooding your pussy, his cock pulsing wildly. The feeling of his release, combined with your own rubbing, sent you over the edge. Your vision went white, your body convulsing around him, milking every last drop.
You collapsed forward, your forehead resting against his, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, mixing with your own wetness. The room smelled of sex and sweat and you.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then you lifted your head and met his eyes.
“You were perfect,” you whispered. “You kept the rules.”
He let out a shaky laugh. “I almost didn’t. A dozen times.”
“But you did.” You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “And now... you’ve earned your reward.”
You shifted off him, letting his cock slide out of you with a wet sound. You lay down beside him, your body still humming with afterglow. He turned to face you, and you saw the hunger in his eyes—no longer desperate, but eager, hungry in a different way.
“Now I can touch you?” he asked, his voice still rough.
“Now you can touch me.”
He didn’t wait. His hands were on you in an instant—one sliding into your hair, the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He kissed you deep and hard, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting himself on you. His fingers roamed your body greedily: down your back, over your ass, between your thighs where you were still slick and swollen.
“I’ve been dying to touch you,” he murmured against your lips. “The whole time—all I could think about was grabbing your hips, burying my face between your legs—”
He rolled you onto your back, his body covering yours. His hand slid down to your pussy, fingers parting your folds, sliding through the wetness that was his cum and yours mixed together. He circled your clit with his thumb, and you gasped.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice a low growl. “No rules this time. I’m going to take my time and make you come again until you can’t remember your own name.”
ANONNIE THE RESULT OF YOU BEING HORNY WAS SENDING A WHOLE ASS FANFIC TO ME?!?!?!?!?!
thank you so much for taking your time to write this and then sending it to me 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
i literally have nothing to add, this is perfection and it's so so so hot 🤤 i wanna do this to him and make him go insane 🥰
anonnie, you should have your own blog! love you and thank you so much i love thissssssssss 🥹💜
“swear to god some of these anons act like the rudest, most passive aggressive and demanding people possible and then get confused when the few writers left stop being active here LMAO…take your time and prioritize yourself infy🩵” @fligniuz WAIT GUYS STOPP. I PROMISE I DIDNT MEAN IT IN A RUDE WAY 😭😭😭 I DONT use a03 so I didn’t know </3 omg I actually feel so bad. I just saw you send an ask to cherry so that’s why I had sent that. I’m so sorry, I meant no disrespect. Here’s some kisses for you two omg 💋 💋🥺
i wrote a little drabble for a future chapter of swolemates
turns out, procrasti-writing is the best when you're studying for a huge exam and planning major life changes 😅
i was craving jealous luigi meeting amber's ex-boyfriend and i think it turned out pretty good. This takes place at a frat party...
“Do you want another drink?” Luigi asks you.
“Yes, please.”
He takes your cup, kisses your cheek, and disappears into the crowd. You play with the fidget spinner absentmindedly, warmth filling your chest.
“Amber?”
You spin around, praying that you’re imagining that voice.
Jose looks almost the same as the last time you saw him over a year ago. For some reason, you're surprised. With how many changes you've been through in that time, you almost expected him to change too.
But the slightly condescending look in his eyes is the same.
“I heard you were back.” Jose arches an eyebrow.
You gulp, your mind flooding with unwelcome memories of the last conversation you had with him.
I can't deal with any more of your crazy bullshit. You need to be in a fucking hospital or something.
“You look... good,” Jose says, drawing out the word.
“Thanks,” you mumble. Your heart is racing. You want to run, but you feel frozen in place. Why is he even talking to you? What does he want?
Jose steps closer. “So, how’ve you been? I mean,” he laughs, “clearly the psych treatment worked out.”
You freeze. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Desperately you scan the room, searching for a way out of this conversation. Where the hell is Luigi?
Jose smirks, moving even closer into your personal space. “You know, maybe now that you’re not depressed anymore, we could…”
Your jaw drops. He can’t be serious. “What? No.”
“Wow,” he laughs, "are you for real? It’s not like anyone else—”
“Hey, baby.” Suddenly, Luigi is standing at your side, sliding an arm easily around your waist. You lean into him instinctively, feeling so relieved you could melt.
Luigi hands you a drink and presses a soft kiss to your temple, but then his eyes narrow as he sees Jose.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Jose tries to dap Luigi up, but Luigi doesn’t move. He just looks between you and Jose.
Jose tries again. “I’m Jose.”
Luigi’s jaw twitches and he pulls you closer. His hand tightens on your waist, protective and possessive.
“I’m the boyfriend,” Luigi says, his eyes on Jose.
Luigi slowly slides his hand up your back, draws you closer, and kisses you. Before you're overtaken by the kiss, you briefly catch Jose's expression -- he looks like he's been slapped across the face.
It’s not a casual kiss. It’s slow and passionate, your lips moving against each other for what feels like ages. You forget that you’re standing in front of Jose. You forget that you're at a party. All you can think about is the feeling of Luigi’s mouth against yours.
“Um,” Jose says, clearing his throat.
You pull back, blushing, but Luigi doesn’t let you go. He’s staring daggers at Jose. You look between them uncertainly, but neither one says anything.
Without breaking eye contact with Jose, Luigi presses a kiss to your temple. Then he grabs your hand and without another glance, he leads you out of the room.
