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THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

LUIGI MANGIONE X FEM! READER

IN WHICH — Reader finally retired her reigning title as Penn’s Hottest Virgin, thanks to Penn’s Favorite Frat Boy, Luigi Mangione. So what happens when word goes around about that night?

CONTAINS. Semi-Dark themes — Frat! Incel coded! Nate Jacobs cameo where Y/N is his object of obsession. #freeher Revenge Porn (?) Blasphemy, Oral Sex (M! Receiving) Cum Eating, Lui’s obvious glasses Kink PinV! Degrading and Prasing language! More dirty talk!

NOTES — I’ve been asked to make a part two, based on this ask! It’s a long one as I went a little crazy, but I promise it’s worth it!

The whole night felt like a dream — all of it. Y/N couldn’t believe the man she’d been yearning for so long wanted her as badly. She recalled the moment he kissed her, telling her those very words she replayed in her head, over and over again.

“I’m not letting you go after everything you said to me.”

Once his lips had left hers for the last time, Y/N found herself bound to him. Her heartbeat become heavier causing her breaths to became more shallow. She could only smile in adoration to the man beside her, scared if she opened her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself.

So, she didn’t.

Y/N got settled under his covers, Luigi’s body pressed upon hers as he also settled, getting himself comfortable. His strong arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, confining her. The feeling in her chest became heavier, confirming that what she felt wasn’t just lust — It was something greater.

Mangione wasn’t making it easier as he pulled her closer to his naked body. He knew he was doing it all backwards and that’s not what he wanted to do. There were many questions that were left to be answered and he was determined to do right by her.

“Dolcezza.” He called, her body turning around to face his.

“Yeah?”

“I know this is backwards,” He chuckled, to which she broke out a small smile. “But I’d like to take you out tomorrow night, get to you know better — would you be down for that?”

He looked into her eyes, his silently pleading she’d say yes. “I’d love to, Mangione.” She smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

She turned her body back around, her back pressed against his strong chest. The warmth of his skin setting a fire within hers, the flames erupting as he buried himself in her neck, inhaling the notes of vanilla that remained on her skin.

She loved the way he felt against her neck, his nose slightly tickling her. “You’re tickling me, Lu.” She chuckled, slightly throwing her head back as he readjusted, smiling to himself.

“Sorry baby, can’t control that.” He humored her. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Guess I do.” She hummed, placing a small kiss on the cluster of freckles that laid near his right eye. Luigi inched impossibly closer to her neck, the tip of his nose well adjusted to the bruised skin on her neck.

She knew it was weird to think, let alone admit, but she loved how the rounded tip of his nose felt on her skin, his nose being another one of her favorite features about him. The soft cartilage on her skin was a touch so minuscule, a whisper compared to what’d he done to her that night, yet it added another layer of intimacy between the two.

It felt like they were lovers reuniting for the first time in years, not wanting to let each other go. — With how close he was to her, how needy he’d been with his touches — It may have been her first time, but she felt it in her heart that this was more than just a fuck.

“G’night, N/N.” He hummed, his eyes succumbing to fatigue, unable to wait for her to reciprocate. She watched as he drifted into his personal abyss, admiring how peaceful he looked — His curls remained wild, slightly flattened from being pressed under her jawline.

God, how she loved his curls.

She couldn’t help but admire him more deeply, careful to not move around as much — Even asleep, his hold on her was still strong, holding her body hostage to his. Her framed eyes ran through his face, counting the beauty marks that decorated his face, so delicately placed. It was perfection — He was perfection.

It was approaching four in the morning, the party on the other side was as chaotic and evergoing with no signs of stopping — The complete opposite of the peaceful, naked haven the two made for themselves.

Y/N blocked out the noise from the other side, her ears solely focused on his slowed down breathing. It provided a comfort she hadn’t felt in a while.

A strange sense of familiarity arose within her, taking her back to when she was deeply devoted to her religion. Every time she prayed, she felt his presence all around her. She could’ve swore he was there with her in real time, providing his comforting touches as she repented.

It was the same heavy feeling in her chest she felt then, but without the guilt, without the fear she would go to hell. She found heaven in his arms, but this time, his wasn’t referring to the father and son — It was the man that was resting beside her.

The night had eventually faded into late daylight, the pesky sunlight peeking through Luigi’s bedroom window. The couple remained asleep, blissfully unaware of the debriefing Luigi’s frat brothers were having.

“I’m not lying — Dude, tell them you saw Mangione with the hot virgin chick from Penn Crushes.” Levi called to Brennan as he argued with Nathaniel.

“There’s no way. She’s still in that Catholic club.” Nate shook his head, dismissing Levi’s allegations.

“She’s not in that anymore, Blair told me she left.” Brennan confirms, “But it’s true, that Lu was talking to her last night.”

“Told you.” Levi interjected.

“Talking is different, Levi’s talking about them fucking.” Nate defended, shaking his head at the boy. “Besides, she’s nothing like that.”

“Nate, you can’t be that oblivious.” David chimed in, walking into the living room. “Like, c’mon dude, you think they were doing bible study or somethin’?”

The two other frat brothers laughed as Nathaniel rolled his eyes, the laughter igniting his irritation.

“She made a promise to her lord and savior, Jesus Christ? That’s your best defense?” David mocked, shaking his head at the boy. “We’re in college, not high school bible study. She’s a big girl now.”

“They definitely fucked right?” Levi emphasized, his eyes switching between David and Brennan.

“I don’t think we should-” Brennan speaks.

“Brennan, stop trying to be the fucking morality police and admit that you agree, like c’mon dude, it’s just us.” David chimes in once more.

“They did,” Brennan began, before pausing. “disappear after a while — that’s all I’m gonna say about the situation.” He quickly got up from his spot, not wanting to participate in the conversation anymore.

“It’s three against one, Nate.” Levi perked up. “Admit it, you just wish it was you instead of him.” He laughed, making Nate’s eyes roll once more. “I fucking knew it.”

“Whatever, don’t be a dick, Vi.” He sighed.

“Aw, what’s wrong Natey? You love her or somethin’?” He instigated further, playfully mushing his head. “Look, David. Nate’s in love with the former virgin.”

David laughed, “Damn, that’s gotta hurt. You got cucked by Mangione.”

“Shut the fuck up, David.” Nate snapped, “I didn’t get cucked by shit.”

“Yeah, c’mon Rutherford. Natey boy’s been through enough already — The love of his life that barely acknowledged his existence got fucked the first night she met Mangione, don’t make it worse on him.” Levi mockingly sympathized.

“I will fuck you the fuck up, Bennett.” Nate’s strong hands gripped onto the sides of Levi’s shirt, his fingers curling tightly around the fabric with such force that caught him off guard.

“Calm the fuck down! He was joking.” David tried to pull Levi away from Nate’s grip, slightly pushing him back. “Jesus, Nate.”

“You know what, here.” Nate opened his phone and passed it to Levi.

Confused, he grabs the phone. “What’s this for?”

“Go prove it.” He says, “Prove that Mangione and that girl slept together.”

Nate knew he was out of his mind, his intentions purely driven to feed the obsessive monster inside his head, no matter the consequences. All he wanted was the undeniable proof in his hands, whether he was right or wrong.

“I’m not perving on him dude.” He shook his head, attempting to give the phone back.

“What the fuck.” David shook his head, leaving the two alone.

“You’re not making a sex tape. Just take a quick picture of them, you scared that you’re gonna be wrong?” He smirked, pushing the phone back into him.

“Yeah, totally — and what are you gonna do with it?” He raised his eyebrow, sizing him up.

“Say, I’ll give you two hundred and we’ll never speak of it again, deal?” He stuck his hand out, his smirk never faltering from his face, making Levi feel a bit uneasy.

“You just tried to fuck me up and now you’re willing to do business with me?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Look, I’m sorry for gripping your shirt, if that’s any consolation. I just really need this, Levi.”

“Nate.” He sighed, looking into Nate’s eyes, filled with a deceptive look of desperation, pleading for him to say the three lettered word. “Fuck it — I’m not the morality police, right?” Levi humored, shaking Nathaniel’s hand.

“I knew you’d come through.” He smiled as he gave him his phone, Levi setting off to Luigi’s bedroom.

It’s not like he wanted to invade their privacy — Matter of fact, the whole discussion was just for shits and giggles. He was gonna drop it, swear!

However, Nathaniel made an offer no reasonably minded, broke college student could refuse — At least that’s what he told himself in order to shake off the gnawing feeling of unease as he got closer to his door, his heartbeat picking up.

Levi didn’t know exactly what gnawed at him, he was torn between Nathaniel, who skillfully buried the simmering anger he harbored towards him for the sake of this fucked up favor and violating Luigi’s trust for a measly two hundred dollars.

The entire situation left him feeling stuck, caught in a web of that he couldn’t quite escape. Levi’s clammy hand settled on Mangione’s door handle, slowly turning it to the side, the door already unlocked.

He gently pushed the door open, careful to not cause it to creak.

As the door opened wider, it confirmed the suspicions he and the brothers had — Luigi Mangione fucking did it. He took Y/N L/N’s virginity.

It was undeniable — the two laid together, their naked bodies on top of one another. Luigi’s head had settled on her chest, covering her up. It felt a like scene out of a movie, one Levi was never supposed to see.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly walks over to them, making sure the camera captured her sleeping beauty. Once he was satisfied with the positioning of the picture, he clicked the button, Nate’s phone immediately captured the intimate moment between Luigi and Y/N.

“Sorry, Lu.” He whispered. Levi opened the recent pictures, double checking the picture was where it was supposed to be. He felt a small weight come off his shoulder, allowing himself to slowly release the deep breath he’d been holding in for the last couple minutes.

He couldn’t help but study the photo, noting the bliss the two were in. It was priceless, ironically enough. With that, he left Luigi’s bedroom, leaving the two in their blissful haven once again.

Levi quickly left the hallway and back to the living room, seeing Nathaniel still stood in the exact same spot the two had made their fucked up deal, the only difference is that Nathaniel held two hundred dollar bills.

“Two hundred as promised.” He straightened the bills, handing it off to him.

“Whatever,” Levi took the money, handing Nate his phone back. “If you knew that Lu was with that girl, why’d you go so hard about her not fucking him?”

He laughed. “If he could score, so can I — Someone’s gotta make the announcement that Penn’s Hottest Virgin got fucked last night.”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“I know — that’s why I had you do my dirty work. Pleasure doing business with you.” He smiled, looking at the photo. Levi scoffs as he walked away from him, leaving him alone in the living room.

Nathaniel opened his phone and pressed on the Facebook app, going to his favorite profile.

Type Penn Crushes Submission Here! !

↳ Penn’s Hottest Virgin broke her promise. She got fucked by Luigi Mangione last night — Submitted by Anonymous.

↳ (1) Image — Submitted by Anonymous

Adrenaline pumped throughout his body, the pressing of the submit button giving him a high like no other.

The sudden change of power, though only one-sided, felt fucking amazing. It was a complete one-eighty of the Nate that swore up and down that Y/N would never break her promise, feigning innocence in his voice — He defended her because he knew her.

Nathaniel was there with her during her PCSA days, him being a devoted member of the association — though, his devotion wasn’t towards the holy trinity — It was for her, the beautiful young woman who had stolen his heart. He had fell in lust with her.

He pretended to care about the association to get her attention, yet she never did. He figured it was because she was too busy, too dedicated to stray off her path as nothing seemed to work.

It’d been over a year since he left, Nathaniel eventually moved on and forgot about her as he occupied himself with his fraternity, until last night. He was reminded of her existence once again when she appeared at the front door with Blair, looking completely different.

The version of her he once knew no longer existed as she traded in her modest clothing and natural hairstyle for a sleek, sexier look. He only knew it was her by the frames she wore on her face and the glimmer that remained in her eyes.

At that moment, the feelings of lust that he had buried deep within him had resurfaced. It seemed that fate was on his side when Blair left Y/N alone, giving him a second chance to pursue her — He could pick up where he left off nearly two years later and this time, she could be his.

Fate could be such a cruel thing.

By the time he was about to make his move on her, Luigi was already there.

He was too late. Nathaniel continued to watch until he was pulled away by his fellow brother, who needed him for whatever reason he couldn’t bring himself to care to remember. The only thing that remained in his mind was the scene of them together, laughing.

He noticed how she fidgeted with her necklace, looking into his eyes. Nate knew he lost her once again, but this time it wasn’t to due to her devotion of her religion — It was to Luigi Mangione.

All he had to do was approach her with a smile and a one-liner and she was already his. It wasn’t fair.

With him submitting the photo, Nate felt a sense of control returning to him. He held the power in his hands, the power to control the outcome of her decision.

Everyone would know that she got fucked, ruining the image those around her had made for her, and that itself felt so much better than sex.

She had awoken from her abyss, feeling a bit disoriented. Her first instinct was to find her frames, squished between Luigi’s head and his pillow. Once she put them on, she took a look at his resting body — His curls were as wild as ever, lips were a blushed shade of pink and a bit plumper than usual.

God, he looked so handsome.

Y/N smiled to herself, wishing she could take a picture of the moment. She tried looking for her phone, seeing that it was placed on his bedside table. Y/N tried to reach, but it was a bit too far for her, so she carefully tried to push his arms off her waist, but his hold was as strong as when he first placed them there.

“Fuck.” She struggled, “Lu, let go.” She whispered, hoping he’d somehow receive the message. With all her might, she pushed his arms off her, freeing her body from his hold.

“Wha—What happened?” He quickly sat up, his eyes quickly looking around the room. A pang of guilt struck her as she hadn’t realized how aggressively she pushed him, seeing the hurt expression on his face.

“I’m sorry Lui, I just had to get you off me. Your arms were basically holding me hostage.” She humored, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a few reassuring pecks on his cheek.

“Maybe that was the point.” He remarked, “Thought you were regretting last night.”

“Oh, Luigi, no.” She chuckled, “Last night was amazing, like really fucking amazing.” She leaned closer to his ear.

“Bellisima mia, don’t start something you can’t finish.” He smirked to himself.

“Is that supposed to be some type of challenge?” She snarked, turning her back to him as she got up from her place on his bed. Y/N released a sharp sigh at the dull pain between her legs, Luigi bit his lips as he tried to hold back his laughter.

“Fuck you.” She said lowly, holding back her laughter as well. Y/N carefully walked to his bathroom, doing her best to ignore the deliciously painful reminder of the man behind her.

Closing the door behind her, she took a close look at herself in the mirror, seeing the events of last night tattooed on her naked body. Her skin was littered with bruises left by Luigi, her mind immediately flashing to the memory of his mouth worshiping her body, not leaving a single part untouched.

It was a version of herself she never thought she’d ever see in real life, but only in her fantasies — the sight in front of her turning her on. Y/N hadn’t realized how long she spent staring at herself in the mirror, admiring her naked figure until her phone suddenly rang, interrupting her moment.

She looked at her vibrating phone, seeing Blair’s name pop up on the screen.

“H-Hello?”

“Y/N! Oh my God, I’ve been worried sick! How are you?” Blair rambled, making Y/N laugh at her dramatic tone.

“B, I’m fine — I’m great, actually.” She grinned, continuing to look at her naked body. “I’m sorry I disappeared on you, I just got caught up.” She laughed. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”

“That’s actually why I’m calling you, N/N.” Blair closed her eyes on the other line, feeling her chest get heavier as each second passed. “You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”

She nervously chuckled, “I haven’t seen what?”

“Fuck.” She sighed, “There’s a picture of you and Luigi going around, it’s spreading like crazy.”

“W-What are you talking about, Blair?” She asked, feeling herself drowning in fear as each second passed. “We were basically gone from the party.”

“I sent it to you. Look on the bright side, you can’t even see anything! You know, you’re not fully nude.” Blair tried to comfort.

“Please tell me you’re fucking with me,” Y/N pleaded as she felt the stinging sensation of her salted tears form around her waterline.

“I’m sorry, N/N.” A string of curses left Y/N’s mouth. She stared at her phone, the image of her and Luigi was clear as day, their bodies entangled with one another and now it was out there for everyone to see.

“Dolcezza? Are you okay?” Luigi called from the other side of the door, interrupting her moment alone.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay.” She stuttered, her eyes squeezing shut as she knew that sounded unconvincing. “I mean, yeah, I’ll be out soon.”

“Everyone’s gonna fucking see it, Blair.” She cried as she wished for a raft to save her from drowning in humiliation. Sure, Blair may have been right about her body not being totally exposed, which was a small win — keyword — small.

However, that minute detail didn’t soothe her the way Blair intended to or at the very least distract her from the fact that within a couple hours, everyone will know she got fucked for the first time.

She felt that God was punishing her from doing the one act she’d promised him she wouldn’t do until her wedding night.

Sure, he could excuse the immodest clothing, missing church or even leaving the PCSA. This time, Y/N had crossed the line and he made sure she’d felt the consequences.

She tearfully hung up the phone and her once bright, clear eyes that had looked into the mirror with such confidence and admiration were now red and puffy. The catholic guilt she thought she had once alleviated had won, as it had consumed her entire being in less than a few minutes.

It felt as though no matter how much she tried to stray away from her religion — He was always there, watching her every move.

Luigi knocked on the bathroom door once again. “Y/N.”

“I’ll be out, Lui.” She sighed, turning on his faucet as she began to rinse her face. As she finished, she noticed a small difference but she’d hoped he would’ve still been a bit groggy once she opened the door.

“I’m sorry, did you need to use the bathroom?” She noticed Luigi’s worried face.

“No, no — I’m alright.” He answered, not before he paused once he noticed her slightly puffy eyes with a slight red tinge. “Dolcezza, what happened? Why are your eyes red?”

“It’s nothing, Lui. I’m fine, really.” He hums, taking in the hesitation that lies on her tongue. It was as though the sweet, soft-spoken virgin had returned, hiding away the vixen that was out there not too long ago.

“You don’t sound fine, Y/N.” Luigi wondered what’d changed between the time she was in his bed, peppering his face with kisses to being unable to look at him in the eye.

She knew there was no point in trying to hide it. It was already out there and it was only a matter of time before Luigi would come across the post and connect the pieces together.

“Well, I was looking at myself in the mirror, and um, Blair called me — God, this is so embarrassing.” She uttered under her breath. “S-She told me a picture of us got posted and it’s spreading like crazy.”

“What picture?” He questioned as he furrowed his thick eyebrows together.

“Look.” She pulled up the picture on her phone, handing it to Luigi. “Everyone’s going to fucking see it — Oh my God what if my parents see it? They don’t know, Luigi. They still think I’m devoted.” She rambled as her tears poured down her face.

“Shit — I’m so sorry, Dolcezza.” He uttered, looking at the picture. In any other time, he would’ve loved the picture, seeing them in such bliss.

But as the turned off the phone, he saw the hot tears that ran down her face, her teary eyes screaming for his comfort and help. His strong hands reaching for her face. His thumbs reach for the pegs of her glasses, lifting them up slightly as he got a better look at her eyes.

“I’ll be right back, alright?” She nodded, trusting the man who held her with such care.

Luigi’s hands fell from her face, leaving her alone as he found his discarded shorts on the floor and put them back on, leaving the room with nothing else on his mind but pure anger, revenge flowing through his veins.

He pounded on his brothers’ bedroom doors. “Swear to God if your asses aren’t out those doors in two seconds, I’m dragging you out myself.” He huffed as he waited for his brothers to come out.

A couple of them groggily wiping their eyes as they exited, cursing under their breaths. Luigi walked into the living room, “I’m calling a meeting. It’ll be over soon as I find out who did it.” He spoke lowly, his voice deepening.

“What the fuck happened now, Luigi?” David snarked as he walked into the living room, plopping himself down onto the couch.

“I’ll fucking tell you what happened,” Luigi’s eyes scan the living room, noticing two missing members. “We’re still missing Nate and Levi — anybody seen them?” Luigi acknowledges, crossing his arms.

“Probably hiding in their rooms.” David spoke up.

“Oh my fucking God.” Mangione sighed as he headed to their bedrooms, conveniently placed next to each other. He forced their doors open, the creaking hinges echoing his frustration. “You two never fail to piss me off.”

Luigi chuckled as he watched them get up — “When I call for a fucking meeting, your asses need to be in that living room, got that?”

His eyes followed them as they walked into the living room. “I’ve called this meeting because someone in this house has violated our house code and quite frankly, violated the privacy of someone else.”

Confused looks were shared amongst the other brothers excluding Levi’s guilt-ridden eyes remained on the ground and Nathaniel’s smug face.

“What are you talking about, man? Is this about last night, because I thought it went great?” Marcus, a fellow brother questioned.

“Yeah, Mangione, I thought the party fucking rocked — Think we all had a good night, right guys?” Nate added, his voice laced with sarcasm as he looked around the living room, while the brothers filled the silence with an halfhearted yeahs and hums.

“We know you certainly had a great one, Mr. President.” He shot at him, Luigi’s hazel eyes flickered and locked onto Nate’s brown ones.

To the naked eye, Luigi’s eyes on Nate’s seemed as if he was unamused by his joke — just Nathaniel being an ass. To Luigi, he had just found the source of his Bellisima’s humiliation, the person responsible for the crying girl in his bedroom.

Nathaniel reveled in it, watching Luigi seethe in anger as he figured it out — He was a genius, after all. It didn’t matter how badly it could end for himself, all what mattered was the fact that he got hold the invisible strings. He got to play God.

Nate gave him a sly smile, giving Luigi the confirmation he needed.

“C’mon, Mangione — Don’t act so modest now.” He vaguely referred, watching as his brothers exchanged anxious glances amongst one another, their brows furrowed in confusion.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Luigi spoke deeply, trying to maintain his composure — “You’re the one who fucking did it?” Luigi walked closer to him, Nate’s smug smile never faltering.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Luigi.”

“Meeting’s over. Go back to whatever you guys were doing.” Luigi spoke, maintaining eye contact with Nate.

Nate stood up from his spot, Levi’s hand attempting to reach for his forearm, “Nate.” He called, before Nate quickly pulled it back.

He shot him a glare, “Don’t. I’m sure Luigi wouldn’t mind sharing what he’s accusing me of — Right, Mangione?”

“We’re grown men, Nathaniel. We can handle whatever the fuck is wrong with you without an audience.” Luigi called him out. “As I said, everyone else can go back to whatever they’re doing.”

In less than a minute, the living room had gone from seventeen men to only two, much to Nathaniel’s dismay. “You have may have had the floor all to yourself, but don’t forget who really has the power here, Nathaniel.” Luigi seethed.

“I don’t give a fuck about your power, Luigi.” He snarked.

“You’ve never been a great liar, you know that?” Luigi chuckled. “I’ve taken you into this fraternity when no other fraternity wanted to take you in. I know about the shit you’ve done back in East Highland and frankly, I didn’t want to take you in either.”

“Reason why I say this is because, I saw potential in you. The potential to be the president of this fraternity, even beyond that, because you and I know this isn’t forever. You proved to me that you weren’t what you said they were — or at least you fooled me enough to believe that.” He chuckled.

“I’ve given you the connections, the opportunities and the respect you so desperately crave and this is how you repay me?” He watched as Nate tried to maintain his tough facade. “Hmm?”

Nathaniel presents to be more physically intimidating compared to Luigi, standing at six-foot-four but Luigi had made him feel inferior, though he would never admit it, the venom in his tone was killing him slowly.

“You took her from me.” He gritted, feeling as though he admitted defeat. Back in East Highland, his notoriety and his intimidating stature allowed him to do whatever to whoever. He was cold and calculated, someone to be feared by.

It was a whole new reality, one he would’ve never thought for himself.

“I’ve had my eyes on her since I’ve stepped foot in this school. I joined the fucking club, popped up wherever she was and she never noticed.” He scoffed. “Yet, you speak to her one time and she was in your fucking bed — How the fuck do you do that?”

Luigi fought back a smirk, now his turn to revel in Nate’s frustration. “It was a spur of the moment, Nate. I didn’t know you she meant a lot to you — Promise.” He lied through his teeth.

Mangione had known who she was through Nathaniel, who at the time couldn’t shut the fuck up about her, and once he looked her up, he understood why his brother drove himself nearly insane trying to get next to her, why he’d spent so much of his time in the PCSA.

Chasing her felt like the closest Nathaniel would ever come to experiencing heaven.

“You’re a fucking liar, Luigi.” He interrupted.

“How was I supposed to know you placed her on this pedestal where no one could touch her, Nate?” He lied through his teeth. “This isn’t your little California town where everyone knows who the fuck you are and knows who’s off limits — So what, you couldn’t get to her so you punish her? Humiliate her?”

Nathaniel stood there, silently.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Ignited, Nate tried to grab Luigi’s neck, though he was much quicker, grabbing his wrists and pushed him against the cold, unforgiving surface of the wall. “Can’t handle the truth like a fucking pussy.” He chuckled.

The sudden thud echoed in the tense atmosphere as Nate struggled to break free from Luigi’s hold, their eyes locking. Luigi smiled as an idea popped into his head. “God, you would’ve loved it, Nate — She’s something else.”

“When are you gonna learn to not fuck with people, huh?” He tried to break from Luigi’s restraint once more, but his grip proved to be much stronger once again.

He grit his teeth. “Let go of me, Mangione.”

“Or fucking what? You’ll hit me?” He stuck his neck towards him, slamming his body against the wall once more. “You leave her the fuck alone, got it? Swear to God, I’ll ruin you if you come close to her again.”

With that, he finally released his hold on Nate’s wrists, temporarily reliving him from the pressure, but the suffocating feeling in his chest lingered.

It was a relentless reminder of his torment. Tears welled up, threatening to spill over, blurring the edges of his vision as he struggled — It left him feeling like a mere shadow of his former self.

Luigi had stormed back into his room, slamming the door behind him. It was all weighing down on him and there was nothing more he wanted than to be in her arms. He looked towards his bed and saw her sitting up under his covers, her eyes remained a teeny bit puffy with a lighter red tinge.

He sat on his bed, placing his hand on her covered leg. “I took care of it, Dolcezza. He won’t come close to you again.”

She nodded. “I’m still scared, Lui.”

“Hey, Hey.” He quickly grabbed her face, “I’ll take care of it. I promise you, your parents won’t ever come across that.” He assured her, placing a delicate kiss on her lips.

Luigi’s gaze lingered on her framed eyes, her frames emphasizing her wet, elongated eyelashes. They drew him in with an intoxicating blend of innocence and a simmering, almost palpable lust. He couldn’t, it was too soon.

“Thank you, Luigi.” She came closer to him, the sheet falling off her body to reveal her chest as she placed her arms around his neck.

“Dolce,” He began. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.” He held her waist.

“You said I shouldn’t start something I couldn’t finish, right?” She ignored, her mind only fueled by her desire for him.

He hums, recalling his words. “Yeah.”

“I don’t see why that’d be such a challenge. When I was looking in the mirror, all I could think about was your lips all over my body.”

He closed his eyes, the imagery of her admiring her naked body shot down to his dick.

“Just looking at it brought me back to last night,” She leaned closer to his ear. Her eyes shift away from his side profile, trailing down to his growing cock, hidden by his shorts.

Her manicured hands trailed from his broad, muscular shoulders onto his aching cock, pulling them out of the fabric. Luigi’s eyes quickly shutting as he released a sharp breath.

“I never got to thank you for last night, Lui.” She slowly got on her knees, feeling the cool wooden floors. She gently stroked him, her thumb swirling around his tip as she collected his precum.

“You don’t have to, dolcezza.” He looked down at her, the image of her on her knees for him etched into his mind like a tattoo.

The way she playfully toyed with his needy cock, her slightly messy hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression a mix of mischief and allure, created an intoxicating image that he couldn’t shake off.

“But I want to, so fucking bad.” Y/N led him onto her tongue, the pink muscle swirling around his tip, tasting the precum that dripped from his slit. She dragged her tongue from the tip to the base of his shaft, caressing him before she took more of him in.

“Fuck, N/N.” He cursed under his breath, resting his hand at the back of her head. She looks up at him, her eyes looking into his for a sign of confirmation, that he loves this as much as she does.

His chest rose and fell as her virgin mouth attempted to take all of him in, his cock already touching the back of her throat as her manicured hands stroking the parts that couldn’t fit.

Y/N closed her eyes as she took in the sounds that came out of his mouth, the impure thoughts that came spewing from him sending her body into overdrive. Her clit throbbed at the combination of his deep voice and his vulgarity, feeling as though she unlocked a side of him that he held back from her the night before.

“Does it feel better being on your knees for me than being on your knees for God? Mm?” He mocked, looking into her tear filled eyes, as a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reveled in her vulnerability.

Nothing could compare to the high that consumed her at the moment, Luigi’s words fueling her desire to please him even more. She pushed herself into him even more, knowing it was a lot more than she could take, but she couldn’t care less.

She wanted to make him proud.

Luigi’s voice released a guttural moan as he felt the tip of his cock bruise the back of her throat, eliciting a gag from her.

He couldn’t believe she’d been the same girl that couldn’t look him in the eyes a while ago, the virgin had since gone and the fiery vixen that couldn’t get enough of him had came back.

Y/N slowly released herself from his manhood, stroking him as she caught her breath. “So much fucking better.” She smiled, feeling how Luigi’s cock throbbed in her hands, aching for a release.

“Loved how you came on my glasses last night.” She aimed him closer to her lens.

“You l-loved that?” He stuttered as a wave of pleasure consumed him, his hazel eyes struggled to stay open but he knew he couldn’t miss watching himself sputter on her glasses, watching the pretty girl that was on her knees for him turn into his personal cumslut.

“So much, baby.” She stuck her tongue out, catching the drippings that fell on her tongue, savoring his taste. Her mouth inched closer to his tip, taking him back in as she lapped the remaining drops.

“Oh, Dolcezza, I’ve made such a mess on you.” He cooed, pulling himself out of her mouth, a whine falling from her lips. He takes off her glazed frames, admiring the mess he made. “These need cleaning, yeah?”

“Mhm, I can barely see.” He placed her glasses close to her glossed lips, “Eat it.”

Smiling, she licks her cum-glazed lens as she looked right into his eyes. “You taste so good, baby.”

“God, baby where have you been all my life?” He dryly chuckled, tossing her glasses onto his mattress. Luigi’s strong arms lifts her up from the ground, the tender flesh of her knees stinging just a bit less.

Y/N whispers a sweet “Thank You” under her breath as her arms wrap around his neck, Luigi’s hands having a firm grasp on her ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist, holding for dear life as she was pressed against his wall.

Luigi leaned in for a kiss, his lips magnetized onto hers as her lips passionately grazed his, following his rhythm. He savored himself on her tongue, the taste sending him further.

“Can’t get enough of you, Dolcezza.” He muttered under his breath.

Luigi’s need to please her was insatiable, reminiscent of a vampire’s undying need for blood.

Luigi’s desire goes beyond a vampire’s bloodlust, as he yearned to hear the beautiful breaths her mouth take, to kiss her soft lips and love on her the way she deserved.

He knew it was crazy to think all of that when he’d met her officially less than twenty four hours ago, but the buildup made it so much more worth it.

Knowing he was out there listening to them, Luigi felt a great sense of pride and smiled into the kiss. He didn’t mean to take the girl Nathaniel had been obsessed with for almost two years —He hadn’t spoken of her in ages!

Knowing he could accomplish in one night on what Nathaniel had been trying to do for nearly two years felt fucking amazing.

“I need you so badly again, angel.” Luigi’s honeyed voice spoke, sending a chill down her spine. His hand faltered from her ass and grabbed his hardened cock, teasing it into her entrance — “Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Make sure everyone in this house can hear you. I want everyone to know I’m the only one who can fuck you this good.” He planted a kiss to her temple, pushing himself in as she released a sharp gasp.

“Fuck!” She yelled as Luigi pushed himself further inside her, her sex becoming reacquainted with his. The pain only lasted for a few seconds before she was reintroduced to the pleasure that came with it, her eyes squeezing shut as he fucked into her.

“You’re doing so well, b-baby. Mmh, let ‘em hear you.” He praised, placing another kiss on her temple.

She looked so beautiful withering under his touch, her delicate body unable to stay still as his hips ground into hers. Her eyes gazed into his, telling him he was doing such a good job.

The sounds falling from her lips were better than any melody, her sweet words praising him as if she were in Sunday Service. He’d never felt so alive, so high, so close to God. He looked down between her legs, her glistening cunt taking all of him in so well — It was as if she was made for him.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Dolcezza. E-Everything and more.” He stuttered, gripping onto her waist. Only he could make her feel so cared for, so loved as he slutted her out. “Tell me, who can take care of you like t-this?”

“Only you, Lui — J-Just you.” She closed her eyes as her mind drowned out the lewd sounds of Luigi’s hips continuously snapping into hers, focusing on the wave of pleasure that consumed her as his pelvis repeatedly abused her throbbing clit, bringing her closer to her high.

“You feel so fucking g-good, Lui.” Y/N cried, her nails gripping onto his muscular back — It was sure to leave a mark, Luigi felt the slight stinging sensation but it didn’t matter.

Nothing else mattered in the moment but her.

She was on the absolute edge, her legs barely able to hold onto their grip around his waist. “So, so..” She whined, unable to finish her sentence.

“So, what baby?” He mocked, slowing down his pace, fucking her slow and hard.

“So close.” She clenched around his dick, Luigi groaning at the sudden tightness.

“Me too, Dolcezza.” He groaned as his abdomen tightened with each thrust, sending him closer to his orgasm. “Come for me, baby — You’ve been so, so good.”

“That’s it baby, cum on my dick.” He encouraged, watching her lose herself as she came, her chest quickly rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath.

Luigi had taken everything from her once again and she would continue to let him if it meant she’d feel like this everytime. His cruel smile appeared once more on his face, filled with pride as he knew he was the first one who got her to that point, again and again.

“Is my pretty baby gonna let me cum inside her? Hmm?” He cooed once more, looking into her tired eyes.

Y/N nodded, leaning closer to his lips. Her lips grazed his once more, whispering her desires before she sealed with a soft kiss — “I want it all.”

Hearing those words leave her mouth was all Luigi needed to fill her up with his cum, painting her pussy a creamy white.

“Fuck, baby.” He panted, looking into her eyes. “Did so well.” Luigi complimented once more, noticing how her tired yet beautiful eyes had a subtle glow in them, momentarily brightening her weary features — He couldn’t get enough of her.

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