Synopsis: He gives you everything—diamonds, designer, and decadent dates. But what he really spoils you with is attention. In the backseat of his blacked-out car, he lifts your chin: “I own every inch of you, remember that.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, courtship, generous luigi, sx, to be continued
Word count: 1.2k
The next day at work, you were engrossed in a project when a delivery guy walked in carrying a bouquet of vibrant flowers and a box of chocolates. Your coworkers immediately perked up, their curious gazes following the man as he made his way to your desk. “Someone’s got an admirer,” one of them teased, and you felt your cheeks heat up.
The bouquet was stunning—sunflowers, your favorite, accented with delicate baby’s breath. Nestled among the blooms was a small card. You opened it, and your heart skipped a beat as you recognized Luigi’s handwriting: “Hope these brighten your day. – Luigi.”
Your coworkers were buzzing now, and you laughed nervously. “Who’s the lucky guy?” someone asked, leaning over your desk for a closer look. You shook your head, trying to play it cool, but inside, you were thrilled.
As soon as you had a quiet moment, you grabbed your phone and texted Luigi. ”Thank you for the flowers and chocolates! They’re beautiful. But how did you know where I work?”
His reply came quickly. ”Sarah strikes again. She’s like my personal spy.” You laughed out loud, drawing a few curious glances from your coworkers.
”Well, she’s very efficient,” you texted back. ”The flowers are gorgeous. You really didn’t have to, though.”
”I wanted to,” he replied. ”Did you see the coupon?”
You glanced back at the bouquet and spotted a small coupon tucked among the stems. It was for a drink at a nearby café. ”I see it now,” you typed. ”Is this your way of asking me out?”
He sent a winking emoji. ”Maybe. What do you say?”
”I say yes,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. ”But only if you promise not to send any more spies my way.”
”Deal,” he sent back. ”Looking forward to it.”
As you set your phone down, your coworkers couldn’t resist one last tease. “So, when are we meeting this mystery man?” one of them joked. You just smiled, feeling a warm sense of anticipation. Luigi was full of surprises, and you couldn’t wait to see where this was headed.
“That was only for you,” he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity. “I want you to feel good, always. You deserve that.”
His words should have been comforting, but there was something in the way he held your gaze—something that made your stomach twist. Only for you echoed in your mind, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of unease. The way he said it, as if you were his sole focus, his sole possession, sent a cold shiver down your spine. You tried to push the thought away, to focus on the warmth of his touch, but the weight of his possessiveness lingered.
“Luigi…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.
He cut you off, his grip on your face tightening ever so slightly. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his tone firm, leaving no room for doubt. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re taken care of. Always.”
The words should have been reassuring, but instead, they made your heart race in a way that wasn’t entirely comfortable. There was a darkness in his eyes, a kind of intensity that both drew you in and made you want to pull away. He’s just protective, you told yourself, forcing a smile. He cares about me. That’s all.
Synopsis: Luigi’s designing your dress for an event. He says he needs exact measurements. The tape slides up your thigh, his breath warm behind your ear. “The best pieces,” he murmurs, “fit like a second skin—just like I plan to.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, fashion designer x muse, measuring tape kink, dressing room tension, hands everywhere, sx, to be continued
Word count: 1.3k
As time passes, so does your relationship with Luigi. It starts subtly, with him taking your measurements more frequently than before. “Something has changed,” he says one day, his voice hushed as his hands brush against your waist. At first, it stings—did he mean your body? You feel a flicker of self-doubt, but he quickly elaborates.
“Not you,” he clarifies, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “It’s… the way the fabric falls. It’s different now. I need to adjust.” His explanation is simple, but there’s something in the way he says it—something in the way his hands linger just a moment longer than necessary—that makes your heart skip.
The touches become more frequent, subtle yet deliberate. His fingertips graze your shoulders as he adjusts the straps of a dress, his palm rests lightly on your hip as he pins fabric, and once, when you turn too quickly, his hand instinctively steadies you at the small of your back. Each touch is fleeting, but they leave a lingering warmth, a quiet hum of electricity that you can’t ignore.
“Luigi,” you say one day, your voice soft but laced with curiosity, “do you always take this long with measurements?”
He pauses, his hands stilling as he looks at you. “Only when it matters,” he replies, his tone low and measured. The way he says it—the way his gaze holds yours—makes your cheeks flush.
You laugh lightly, trying to brush off the tension. “Well, I hope I’m worth the extra effort.”
“You are,” he says without hesitation, and the sincerity in his voice makes your stomach flutter.
It’s in these moments, in the quiet exchanges and the unspoken words, that you feel something shifting between you. His touches, once purely professional, now carry a weight—a tenderness that speaks louder than any confession. And though neither of you says it aloud, you know: something is changing, something beautiful and uncharted.
“Keep still,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he measures the curve of your waist. You do as he says, but your heart races all the same.
You slipped into the backseat of a car and pulled out your phone. Before you could second-guess yourself, you dialed Luigi’s number. It rang twice before he picked up.
“Hello?” His voice was warm, a little rough around the edges, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Hey, it’s me,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “I just wanted to say… thank you. For the dress. It’s incredible. I’ve never felt this beautiful in my life.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could almost picture him running a hand through his dark curls, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not because of the dress,” he said finally, his voice low. “It’s because of you.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Because of you. The words echoed in your mind, sending a flush of warmth through your body. “Luigi…”
“Seriously,” he continued, his tone soft but sincere. “The dress was just fabric and thread until you put it on. You make it beautiful.”
You leaned back against the car seat, your heart pounding. “You’re too kind,” you murmured, though you knew it wasn’t kindness. It was something deeper, something that had been building between you for months now.
Synopsis: You wanted a tiny design. You didn’t expect Luigi—tatted, golden-eyed, fingers firm on your thigh. His voice drops as he adjusts your position: “Stay still, bella. Or I’ll have to hold you down.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, tattoo artist luigi, long story, sx,
Word count: 1.3k
“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your ribs in a way that made your breath hitch. “You’re doing fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, trying to distract yourself. “You’re not the one with a needle in your skin.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Trust me, bella, I’ve had my fair share of needles. This is nothing.”
You glanced at him, catching the faint flicker of pain in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but it made you pause. You’d heard the rumors—about his back surgery, about the chronic pain that sometimes left him debilitated. It was hard to reconcile that with the man in front of you, so strong, so controlled.
“Does it ever get easier?” you asked quietly.
He paused, the tattoo machine hovering just above your skin. “The pain?”
You nodded.
He looked at you, his golden eyes searching your face. “No,” he said finally. “But you learn to live with it. You find ways to make it bearable.”
His hand moved back to your thigh, steadying you as he started the machine again. The needle touched your skin, and you clenched your fists, trying to stay still.
“You’re doing great,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. “Just a little more.”
His fingers tightened slightly, and you couldn’t help but notice how firm his grip was, how confident. It was as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly how to keep you in place.
“Almost there, bella,” he said, his voice dropping again. “Just stay still for me.”
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as the needle moved along your skin. His hand slid higher on your thigh, his fingers brushing against the hem of your shorts.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the words sent a jolt of heat through you.
Your phone buzzed with a notification. It was your friend, Jess, tagging you in a comment under the studio’s latest post.
“Yo, isn’t this the place you got your tattoo? It looks 🔥. You gotta hook me up with an appointment!”
You chuckled, tapping out a reply. “Yup, that’s the one. I’ll ask the guy who did mine—he’s... intense.”
As soon as you hit send, your phone buzzed again. Jess’s response popped up: “Intense how? Spill.”
Before you could reply, a text notification appeared at the top of your screen. Your heart jumped when you saw the name: Luigi.
Your finger hesitated over the notification, but curiosity got the better of you. You opened the message.
“Bella. Been thinking about you.”
The simplicity of it made your stomach flip. You typed back, trying to play it cool. “Oh? What about me?”
The response came almost instantly. “Your skin. The way you didn’t flinch. The way you looked at me when I touched you.”
You bit your lip, your pulse quickening. Before you could reply, another message popped up. “I could’ve done more than a tattoo that day. And I think you wanted me to.”
Your breath caught. He wasn’t wrong. The memory of his fingers on your thigh, the way his voice had dropped when he told you to stay still—it had all been electric. You typed back, your fingers trembling slightly. “Maybe I did. But you were being professional.”
His reply came faster this time. “Professional? Bella, I was barely holding it together. You have no idea what I wanted to do to you.”
You felt a flush creep up your neck. This was dangerous territory, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “Tell me.”
The three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Finally, his message came through. “I wanted to push you against the wall. Run my hands down your body. Make you moan for me before I even touched you properly.”
Your thighs clenched as you read his words. You were about to reply when your phone buzzed again. This time, it was Jess. “Soooo? Did you ask him about an appointment for me?”
As you walked to the car, Jess turned to you, her eyes sparkling. “So… what was that?”
“What was what?” you asked, feigning innocence.
She laughed. “Oh, come on. The way he was looking at you—there’s definitely something going on there.”
You shrugged, though your heart was racing. “I don’t know. He’s just… like that.”
Jess raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Well, I think you should go for it. He’s hot, he’s talented, and he’s into you. What’s there to lose?”
You didn’t answer, but the question lingered in your mind as you got into the car. What is there to lose? you wondered. But deep down, you knew the answer—your heart.
Synopsis: You left him. Or he let you go. Years later, you meet
again at a wedding. Sparks fly. In a dimly lit hallway, he traps you between the wall and his body. “You never stopped being mine.” You gasp. “Then show me.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, age gap, long story, brother's bff, secret relationship
I just rewatched Haikyuu but I didn't finish it cause i was so sad for atsu when they lost 😭😭😭😭😭 he's my fav in the show, i just love him so much! the work he does to make sure he excels, unlike me 😩
Synopsis: You wanted a tiny design. You didn’t expect Luigi—tatted, golden-eyed, fingers firm on your thigh. His voice drops as he adjusts your position: “Stay still, bella. Or I’ll have to hold you down.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, tattoo artist luigi, long story, sx,
Word count: 1.3k
“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your ribs in a way that made your breath hitch. “You’re doing fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, trying to distract yourself. “You’re not the one with a needle in your skin.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Trust me, bella, I’ve had my fair share of needles. This is nothing.”
You glanced at him, catching the faint flicker of pain in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but it made you pause. You’d heard the rumors—about his back surgery, about the chronic pain that sometimes left him debilitated. It was hard to reconcile that with the man in front of you, so strong, so controlled.
“Does it ever get easier?” you asked quietly.
He paused, the tattoo machine hovering just above your skin. “The pain?”
You nodded.
He looked at you, his golden eyes searching your face. “No,” he said finally. “But you learn to live with it. You find ways to make it bearable.”
His hand moved back to your thigh, steadying you as he started the machine again. The needle touched your skin, and you clenched your fists, trying to stay still.
“You’re doing great,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. “Just a little more.”
His fingers tightened slightly, and you couldn’t help but notice how firm his grip was, how confident. It was as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly how to keep you in place.
“Almost there, bella,” he said, his voice dropping again. “Just stay still for me.”
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as the needle moved along your skin. His hand slid higher on your thigh, his fingers brushing against the hem of your shorts.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the words sent a jolt of heat through you.
Your phone buzzed with a notification. It was your friend, Jess, tagging you in a comment under the studio’s latest post.
“Yo, isn’t this the place you got your tattoo? It looks 🔥. You gotta hook me up with an appointment!”
You chuckled, tapping out a reply. “Yup, that’s the one. I’ll ask the guy who did mine—he’s... intense.”
As soon as you hit send, your phone buzzed again. Jess’s response popped up: “Intense how? Spill.”
Before you could reply, a text notification appeared at the top of your screen. Your heart jumped when you saw the name: Luigi.
Your finger hesitated over the notification, but curiosity got the better of you. You opened the message.
“Bella. Been thinking about you.”
The simplicity of it made your stomach flip. You typed back, trying to play it cool. “Oh? What about me?”
The response came almost instantly. “Your skin. The way you didn’t flinch. The way you looked at me when I touched you.”
You bit your lip, your pulse quickening. Before you could reply, another message popped up. “I could’ve done more than a tattoo that day. And I think you wanted me to.”
Your breath caught. He wasn’t wrong. The memory of his fingers on your thigh, the way his voice had dropped when he told you to stay still—it had all been electric. You typed back, your fingers trembling slightly. “Maybe I did. But you were being professional.”
His reply came faster this time. “Professional? Bella, I was barely holding it together. You have no idea what I wanted to do to you.”
You felt a flush creep up your neck. This was dangerous territory, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “Tell me.”
The three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Finally, his message came through. “I wanted to push you against the wall. Run my hands down your body. Make you moan for me before I even touched you properly.”
Your thighs clenched as you read his words. You were about to reply when your phone buzzed again. This time, it was Jess. “Soooo? Did you ask him about an appointment for me?”
Synopsis: He gives you everything—diamonds, designer, and decadent dates. But what he really spoils you with is attention. In the backseat of his blacked-out car, he lifts your chin: “I own every inch of you, remember that.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, courtship, generous luigi, sx, to be continued
Word count: 1.2k
The next day at work, you were engrossed in a project when a delivery guy walked in carrying a bouquet of vibrant flowers and a box of chocolates. Your coworkers immediately perked up, their curious gazes following the man as he made his way to your desk. “Someone’s got an admirer,” one of them teased, and you felt your cheeks heat up.
The bouquet was stunning—sunflowers, your favorite, accented with delicate baby’s breath. Nestled among the blooms was a small card. You opened it, and your heart skipped a beat as you recognized Luigi’s handwriting: “Hope these brighten your day. – Luigi.”
Your coworkers were buzzing now, and you laughed nervously. “Who’s the lucky guy?” someone asked, leaning over your desk for a closer look. You shook your head, trying to play it cool, but inside, you were thrilled.
As soon as you had a quiet moment, you grabbed your phone and texted Luigi. ”Thank you for the flowers and chocolates! They’re beautiful. But how did you know where I work?”
His reply came quickly. ”Sarah strikes again. She’s like my personal spy.” You laughed out loud, drawing a few curious glances from your coworkers.
”Well, she’s very efficient,” you texted back. ”The flowers are gorgeous. You really didn’t have to, though.”
”I wanted to,” he replied. ”Did you see the coupon?”
You glanced back at the bouquet and spotted a small coupon tucked among the stems. It was for a drink at a nearby café. ”I see it now,” you typed. ”Is this your way of asking me out?”
He sent a winking emoji. ”Maybe. What do you say?”
”I say yes,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. ”But only if you promise not to send any more spies my way.”
”Deal,” he sent back. ”Looking forward to it.”
As you set your phone down, your coworkers couldn’t resist one last tease. “So, when are we meeting this mystery man?” one of them joked. You just smiled, feeling a warm sense of anticipation. Luigi was full of surprises, and you couldn’t wait to see where this was headed.
Synopsis: You’re off-limits. Luigi’s too old for you, too dangerous. But every night, you sneak out. Every night, you end up under him—his hand over your mouth, whispering “Quiet, baby. You don’t want them to hear, do you?”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, age gap, long story, brother's bff, secret relationship
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: one of my fav works
As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my old life, it felt like I had stepped into a whirlwind of emotions. I had come back to attend my brother’s wedding, taking a leave from my work to see him, congratulate him, and be a bridesmaid for his fiancé. The house was bustling with activity, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. My brother, always the life of the party, greeted me with a bear hug and a smile that could light up a room. “You made it!” he exclaimed, his voice full of joy. “I was starting to worry you’d miss your own brother’s wedding.”
I laughed, hugging him back tightly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, feeling a mix of happiness and nostalgia. But as I looked around the room, my eyes met his—Luigi’s. He stood there, taller and more handsome than I remembered, with that same charming smile that had always put me at ease. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Welcome back,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, but there was something in his eyes—something that made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me in a way I didn’t want him to, a look that seemed to see right through me, stirring up feelings I had tried so hard to bury. I forced a smile, trying to push those emotions back down. “Thanks, it’s good to be back,” I replied, my voice a little more strained than I intended.
We exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the years we had spent apart. He told me about his job, his travels, and how proud he was of me for pursuing my dreams. I listened, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his eyes lingered on me. This is my brother’s wedding, I reminded myself silently. I can’t let these feelings resurface, not now, not ever.
But as the evening progressed, I found it harder and harder to ignore the pull I felt towards him. He had always had this effect on me, this ability to make me feel seen and understood in a way no one else could. And now, standing here in this room filled with people, I realized that some things never really go away. They just lie dormant, waiting for the right moment to resurface.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. This wasn’t the time or place to let those feelings take over. I had a role to play, a bridesmaid to my brother’s fiancé, and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this special day. But as I glanced at Luigi one last time, I couldn’t help but wonder—what if? What if I hadn’t left all those years ago? What if I had stayed and faced those emotions head-on?
The introductions continued, and my future sister-in-law, Claire, took over hosting duties with the kind of enthusiasm that could only come from someone deeply in love. She introduced Luigi to one of her bridesmaids, a bubbly blonde named Emily. “Luigi, this is Emily. Emily, this is Luigi. He’s one of the groomsmen, and honestly, one of the most interesting people I know.”
Emily giggled, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you, Luigi. Claire’s told me so much about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Luigi replied, his tone light but his gaze flickering briefly to mine.
So that’s how it is, I thought, feeling a pang of something I couldn’t quite name. He’s being set up. Of course he is. He’s single, attractive, and very much off-limits for me. I forced myself to look away, focusing on the salad in front of me.
The table was set beautifully, but I barely registered the food. The conversation flowed around me, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. I answered questions about my life abroad politely, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yes, it’s been amazing. I’ve learned so much.”
“And how about love?” Claire teased, winking at me. “Any handsome foreign men sweeping you off your feet?”
I laughed, a little too quickly. “No, nothing like that. Just focusing on my studies.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luigi’s lips quirk into a small smile as he sipped his wine. Does he know? Can he tell how flustered I am? I took a long drink of water, trying to calm the heat rising in my cheeks.
The evening wore on, and the teasing between Claire and Emily became more pointed. “Luigi,” Claire said, leaning forward with a mischievous grin, “Emily here is single, you know. And she’s been dying to meet someone as fascinating as you.”
Luigi chuckled, but his gaze flicked to me again, a brief, intense look that made my stomach twist. “I’m flattered,” he said smoothly, “but I think Emily deserves someone who isn’t tied down by… complications.”
The word hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Is he talking about me? I couldn’t help the way my breath caught, the way my pulse quickened. I glanced at him, and for a split second, our eyes locked. There was something in his gaze, something dark and wanting, that made me feel like the room was spinning.
“Complications?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of complications could you possibly have, Luigi?”
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Work, mostly. My back pain. It’s hard to be much fun when you’re constantly worried about whether your body will cooperate.”
The conversation moved on, but I couldn’t shake the way his words had felt like a subtle confession. Does he mean it? Or is he just deflecting the attention?
Synopsis: Luigi’s designing your dress for an event. He says he needs exact measurements. The tape slides up your thigh, his breath warm behind your ear. “The best pieces,” he murmurs, “fit like a second skin—just like I plan to.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, fashion designer x muse, measuring tape kink, dressing room tension, hands everywhere, sx, to be continued
Word count: 1.3k
As time passes, so does your relationship with Luigi. It starts subtly, with him taking your measurements more frequently than before. “Something has changed,” he says one day, his voice hushed as his hands brush against your waist. At first, it stings—did he mean your body? You feel a flicker of self-doubt, but he quickly elaborates.
“Not you,” he clarifies, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “It’s… the way the fabric falls. It’s different now. I need to adjust.” His explanation is simple, but there’s something in the way he says it—something in the way his hands linger just a moment longer than necessary—that makes your heart skip.
The touches become more frequent, subtle yet deliberate. His fingertips graze your shoulders as he adjusts the straps of a dress, his palm rests lightly on your hip as he pins fabric, and once, when you turn too quickly, his hand instinctively steadies you at the small of your back. Each touch is fleeting, but they leave a lingering warmth, a quiet hum of electricity that you can’t ignore.
“Luigi,” you say one day, your voice soft but laced with curiosity, “do you always take this long with measurements?”
He pauses, his hands stilling as he looks at you. “Only when it matters,” he replies, his tone low and measured. The way he says it—the way his gaze holds yours—makes your cheeks flush.
You laugh lightly, trying to brush off the tension. “Well, I hope I’m worth the extra effort.”
“You are,” he says without hesitation, and the sincerity in his voice makes your stomach flutter.
It’s in these moments, in the quiet exchanges and the unspoken words, that you feel something shifting between you. His touches, once purely professional, now carry a weight—a tenderness that speaks louder than any confession. And though neither of you says it aloud, you know: something is changing, something beautiful and uncharted.
“Keep still,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he measures the curve of your waist. You do as he says, but your heart races all the same.
Synopsis: It starts with sheltering under the same awning—clothes soaked, hearts pounding. Luigi peels his shirt off to dry it. You’re staring. He’s smirking. The next thing you know, you’re pinned to the wall, the thunder drowned out by your moans.
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, sx, friends with benefits?
Word count: 1.9k
You couldn’t help it. Your eyes wandered.
He caught you staring. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “See something you like?” he asked, his voice deep and laced with amusement.
You felt your cheeks flush, but you didn’t look away. There was something about the way he held himself—confident, almost defiant—that drew you in. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the storm around you ceased to exist.
“Just admiring the view,” you shot back, trying to sound casual, but your voice wavered.
His smirk widened. “Well, feel free to admire all you want.” He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold rain still pouring down outside.
He was close enough now that you could see the faint scar running along his lower back, a reminder of the surgery that had changed his life. It only made him more intriguing, though. There was a vulnerability there, a hint of the struggles he’d faced, but it was overshadowed by the raw strength in his presence.
Your breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. “You’re freezing,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
“I’m fine,” you managed to say, though your voice was barely a whisper.
“Sure you are,” he said, his tone teasing. He stepped even closer, his body nearly pressing against yours. His free hand came up to brush a wet strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “there’s a better way to warm up.”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. His kiss was fierce, almost possessive, and it took your breath away. The shirt he’d been holding fell to the ground, forgotten, as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight against him.
You melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. His skin was warm, despite the rain, and you couldn’t get enough. The world outside the awning ceased to exist—there was only Luigi, his touch, his kiss.
He broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you gasp. “Luigi,” you breathed, your voice trembling.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your hips.
But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Instead, you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, your body arching into his.
With a low growl, he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall. His hands pinned yours above your head, his body trapping you in place. The roughness of the brick dug into your skin, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was him—the way his body felt against yours, the heat in his eyes, the way his breath hitched when you shifted against him.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he said, his voice a growl. “Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking about this. About you.”
“Then don’t stop,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding rain.
His eyes darkened, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss even more intense than before. His hands released yours, sliding down your arms, your sides, until they reached the hem of your soaked shirt. He tugged it up, his lips breaking away from yours just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it aside.
Your skin prickled in the cool air, but the heat of his body quickly made you forget the chill. His hands were everywhere, his touch setting your skin on fire. His lips found yours again, and you kissed him like your life depended on it, your hands roaming his back, pulling him closer, closer.
The storm raged on outside, the thunder rumbling in the distance, but it was nothing compared to the storm building between you. His hands dipped lower, gripping your thighs and lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“Luigi,” you moaned, your head falling back against the wall as he kissed his way down your neck, his lips trailing lower, lower.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve got you.”
His mouth found your collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. The pain in your back, the struggles he’d faced—none of it mattered in that moment. There was only you, him, and the fire burning between you.
“Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with need. “Tell me what you want.”
The conversation flowed easily, the kind of effortless banter that felt like catching up with an old friend. He tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “So, what about past relationships? Any horror stories there?” he asked, his tone light but genuinely interested.
You hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Eh, nothing too crazy. I’ve had my share of awkward first dates and misunderstandings. There was this one guy who showed up wearing the exact same outfit as me—plaid shirt and jeans. It was… a vibe,” you said with a laugh.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s actually kind of adorable. Not gonna lie.” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “I had a girlfriend in college who once tried to cook me dinner and set off the fire alarm. It was sweet, but I think I lived off takeout that whole week.”
You grinned. “Sounds like she tried, at least. That’s what matters, right?”
“True,” he admitted, his voice softening. “But, honestly, I’ve never been great at relationships. I always end up overthinking things, you know? Like, am I texting too much? Too little? It’s exhausting sometimes.”
You nodded, feeling a pang of recognition. “I get that. It’s like you’re constantly second-guessing yourself. I think I’ve always been the one who cares too much, and it’s not always… reciprocated.”
He looked at you, his gaze steady. “That’s their loss. You seem like the kind of person who’d be worth the effort.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you quickly looked down, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause, the kind of silence that felt heavy with something unspoken. “I don’t know,” he said finally, his voice quiet. “Maybe I just haven’t met the right person yet. Someone who makes it all feel… easy.”
You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of his words hanging in the air. You felt a strange pull, something you couldn’t quite name but didn’t want to ignore. “Maybe,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the rain. “Maybe you just haven’t been looking in the right place.”
Synopsis: You’re off-limits. Luigi’s too old for you, too dangerous. But every night, you sneak out. Every night, you end up under him—his hand over your mouth, whispering “Quiet, baby. You don’t want them to hear, do you?”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, age gap, long story, brother's bff, secret relationship
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: one of my fav works
As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my old life, it felt like I had stepped into a whirlwind of emotions. I had come back to attend my brother’s wedding, taking a leave from my work to see him, congratulate him, and be a bridesmaid for his fiancé. The house was bustling with activity, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. My brother, always the life of the party, greeted me with a bear hug and a smile that could light up a room. “You made it!” he exclaimed, his voice full of joy. “I was starting to worry you’d miss your own brother’s wedding.”
I laughed, hugging him back tightly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, feeling a mix of happiness and nostalgia. But as I looked around the room, my eyes met his—Luigi’s. He stood there, taller and more handsome than I remembered, with that same charming smile that had always put me at ease. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Welcome back,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, but there was something in his eyes—something that made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me in a way I didn’t want him to, a look that seemed to see right through me, stirring up feelings I had tried so hard to bury. I forced a smile, trying to push those emotions back down. “Thanks, it’s good to be back,” I replied, my voice a little more strained than I intended.
We exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the years we had spent apart. He told me about his job, his travels, and how proud he was of me for pursuing my dreams. I listened, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his eyes lingered on me. This is my brother’s wedding, I reminded myself silently. I can’t let these feelings resurface, not now, not ever.
But as the evening progressed, I found it harder and harder to ignore the pull I felt towards him. He had always had this effect on me, this ability to make me feel seen and understood in a way no one else could. And now, standing here in this room filled with people, I realized that some things never really go away. They just lie dormant, waiting for the right moment to resurface.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. This wasn’t the time or place to let those feelings take over. I had a role to play, a bridesmaid to my brother’s fiancé, and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this special day. But as I glanced at Luigi one last time, I couldn’t help but wonder—what if? What if I hadn’t left all those years ago? What if I had stayed and faced those emotions head-on?
Synopsis: Luigi is your best friend’s older brother, the one who used to ruffle your hair and call you "kid." But now? Now he’s looking at you differently. And when he catches you alone at a party, his voice drops. "You really shouldn’t look at me like that, tesoro. Unless you want me to do something about it."
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: fngerng, eatng her out, blwjb,
Word Count: 2.6k
Luigi’s lips crashed into mine again, hunger and desperation mingling as his hands gripped my hips, pinning me against the wall. “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice rough.
“Then show me,” I whispered, my breath hitching as he bit down on my neck, leaving a mark that sent a shiver down my spine.
He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down, his eyes burning with desire. “Spread for me,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.
I obeyed, my heart pounding as he positioned himself between my legs. He thrust into me hard, making me cry out. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his pace relentless.
“Faster,” I begged, my nails digging into his back. “Please, Luigi!”
He obeyed, his hips slamming into mine, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. “You like that?” he asked, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop!”
He didn’t. He pulled me up, my back against his chest as he drove into me from behind. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips.
“Luigi,” I gasped, my body tightening as the pleasure built. “I’m close!”
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I did, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed soon after, his movements becoming erratic as he spilled inside me with a low groan.
“Again,” I whispered, barely catching my breath.
He smirked, his hands roaming my body. “Demanding, are we?”
I didn’t answer, just pulled him down for another kiss, my body already craving more.
after spending the night with her best friend's brother what would happen now? read to know!
“Hey,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Where’d you disappear to last night?” Marco’s voice was cheerful, as always. “You missed the epic after-party.”
I forced a laugh. “Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t feeling great. Ended up heading home early.”
“Bummer. You missed out. Luigi was looking for you, though. Said he wanted to talk to you about something.”
My stomach dropped. “Oh, really? What about?”
“No idea. He was being all cryptic. You know how he gets.”
“Yeah,” I said weakly. “I’ll catch up with him later.”
We chatted for a few more minutes, but my mind was elsewhere. By the time I hung up, I was more confused than ever. What does Luigi want to talk about? Does he regret what happened? Or does he want… more?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was Luigi.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Can we talk?”
“About last night?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“Yeah. About last night. And… other things.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “Where?”
“I’m at the beach. The usual spot. Can you meet me?”
I hesitated. Should I go? What if he just wants to let me down gently? Or worse, what if he wants to keep going? But curiosity won out. “I’ll be there.”
“Well, look who decided to show up,” she said, crossing her arms.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I replied, trying to sound casual.
She gave me a knowing look. “Yeah, but you’re late. And don’t think I don’t know why.”
I glanced around, making sure no one else was listening. “Can we talk? Alone?”
Jessica sighed but nodded, pulling me aside while the others browsed the stalls. “Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Luigi?”
I hesitated, my heart racing. “I… I think I’m falling for him,” I admitted quietly.
Jessica’s eyes widened. “What?” she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. “Are you serious? He’s Marco’s brother! This is… this is so messy.”
I winced, feeling a pang of guilt. “I know. And I know it’s complicated, but… I can’t help how I feel.”
Jessica studied me for a moment, her expression softening. “Look, I get it. Luigi’s hot, and he’s sweet, and he’s got that whole tortured soul thing going on. But you have to think about the consequences. What happens when Marco finds out? Or your other friends? This could blow up in your face in a big way.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know. I just… I don’t want to give him up.”
Jessica put a hand on my shoulder, her grip firm. “I’m not saying you have to. But you need to be careful. And you need to be honest with everyone involved. Including yourself.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. “Thanks, Jess. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She smiled, pulling me into a hug. “Just promise me you’ll think about what I said, okay?”
“I will,” I whispered, hugging her back.
We rejoined the group, but my mind was elsewhere. Jessica’s words echoed in my head as we walked through the market, the vibrant colors and sounds of the stalls blurring together. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was standing on the edge of a precipice, and one wrong step could send everything crashing down.
Synopsis: You return your book late. Luigi, the rule-loving librarian, is not amused. “I should ban you,” he says, locking the door. “Or bend you over the desk and make sure you never forget again.”
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, library sx, sexual tension, mastrbatn, long story, to be updated
Word count: 1.4k
But then, something changed. It was subtle at first—just a glance held a second longer than necessary, a small smile when he handed me my book. Then, one day, as I stood at the counter, he leaned in slightly, his voice softening. “Have you read The Shadow of the Wind?” he asked, tapping the cover of the book I was returning. “It’s one of my favorites. I think you’d like it.”
I was caught off guard. Luigi had always been professional, almost rigid in his interactions. But this was different. There was a warmth in his tone, a spark in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. “I haven’t,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is it good?”
“It’s magnificent,” he said, his gaze locking with mine. “It’s about a boy who discovers a book that changes his life. It’s... enchanting.”
I couldn’t help but notice the way his words lingered in the air, almost as if he were talking about something more than just the book. “I’ll have to give it a try,” I said, my cheeks warming.
He nodded, pulling the book from the shelf behind him and handing it to me. “I think you’ll enjoy it. Let me know what you think.”
From that day on, our conversations became more frequent. He’d suggest books tailored to my interests, his recommendations becoming almost like secret messages. “This one’s about longing,” he’d say, or, “This one reminds me of you.” Reminds him of me? I’d replay his words in my head, overthinking every detail. Was he just being friendly, or was there something more?
Sometimes, I’d catch him watching me from across the room, his expression unreadable. Other times, he’d linger near the bookshelves when I browsed, offering quiet commentary on my choices. It was as if he were slowly unraveling the walls he’d built around himself, letting me see a side of him that no one else did.
I couldn’t help but wonder—was he flirting with me? Or was I just reading too much into it, letting my imagination run wild like the characters in the books I loved? The line between his professionalism and his subtle attentions blurred, leaving me both thrilled and confused.
The books he recommended began to shift subtly in tone, and so did our interactions. At first, it was innocuous—a classic romance here, a poetic tale of love there. But then, one afternoon, he handed me a worn copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being with a sly glint in his eye. “This one,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “explores the complexities of desire. It’s... thought-provoking.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the hint of something deeper in his words. “Desire?” I repeated, my fingers brushing against his as I took the book.
He nodded, his gaze holding mine for a beat too long. “Yes. The kind that lingers, that teases the mind and the heart.”
My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked down at the book, pretending to read the blurb. When I glanced up, he was already back at his desk, but I could’ve sworn I saw the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
A week later, he slid The Lover across the counter. “This one’s different,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “It’s raw, unapologetic. It’s about—” he paused, as if choosing his words carefully, “—the kind of passion that consumes you.”
Synopsis: Y/N just got promoted—but so did Luigi, and now they have to share an office. They’ve always had an unspoken rivalry, constantly trying to one-up each other. But after one too many late nights at work, the tension boils over into something else entirely.
Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N
Content: MINOR DNI, fngerng, rdng, blwjb, wall sx, office sx, enemies to fubu⁉️, sexual tenshown, on d table~
Word count: 3.6k
A/N. everyone loves a good enemies to lovers trope, enjoyy!
Luigi’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips as he lifted her onto the desk, papers scattering in every direction. “You’re insane,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
“So are you,” she shot back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed against her. “Now quit talking and—”
Her words were cut off as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Y/N cried out, her head falling back as he set a punishing rhythm. “Louder,” he demanded, his breath hot against her ear. “Let them hear you.”
“You first,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Luigi’s pace quickened, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the empty office. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs. “I can’t—I can’t get enough.”
“Then don’t stop,” Y/N begged, her back arching as he hit that spot inside her. “Harder, Luigi. Fucking harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he drove her closer to the edge. The desk creaked under their weight, but neither of them cared. “You’re so loud,” he teased, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. “You want everyone to know what we’re doing?”
“Maybe I do,” she shot back, her hips grinding against his. “Now stop talking and—”
Her words dissolved into a moan as his hand found her clit, his fingers working her in time with his thrusts. “You’re close,” he murmured, his voice strained. “I can feel it.”
“So are you,” she gasped, her legs tightening around him. “Come on, Luigi. Don’t hold back.”
He groaned, his pace faltering as he reached his limit. “Y/N, I—”
“Let go,” she urged, her body trembling as her own release washed over her.
He followed, his hips stuttering as he came, their bodies pressed together in the aftermath. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound their ragged breathing. “We’re crazy,” Luigi finally said, his voice soft but amused.
“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, a small smile playing on her lips. “But it’s worth it.”
Luigi’s breath was still ragged as he pulled away, his eyes dark with hunger. “Again?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Luigi cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So… that happened,” he said, his voice casual, but there was a tremor in it that betrayed how he really felt.
Y/N glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah. It did.” She kept her tone neutral, refusing to let him see how shaken she was. “Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.”
He leaned back in his chair, wincing slightly as his back protested the movement. “You sure about that?” he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Because if I remember correctly, you were the one who asked for that kiss.”
She felt her cheeks flush, but she refused to back down. “And if I remember correctly, you were the one who took it further than just a kiss,” she shot back, her voice low and steady.
Luigi’s smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. “Touché,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He looked at her then, his dark eyes searching hers. “Do you regret it?”
The question caught her off guard. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words stuck in her throat. Do I regret it? she thought. The truth was, she didn’t know. It had been exhilarating, yes, but now she was left with a lingering unease, a sense that she’d crossed a line she hadn’t even realized was there.
“I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you?”
