WALKING IN ON LUIGI AND HES MOANING THE READERS NAME 🧎
Wattpad ass sounding terms Bc I didn’t wanna make it fem reader. ( I say “hole” 😭)
Warnings: blowjob, creampie. Toe curling smut. NSFW of course.
You came home early for once, knowing that you’d beat all your roommates home and would get some alone time was exciting. It’s the little things, you’d thought, that were so important. And this is one of those.
But when you look ahead at the house, one of your roommates was home. You silently prayed he didn’t have a girl over, though he never has before, maybe he did when you weren’t home. That could keep you from noticing, you supposed.
As you enter the house, it was silent. You breathed a breathe of pure relief as you relaxed. It must just be him that’s here.
You went back towards his room, hoping to greet him, maybe play Sonic All Star Racing with him, like you did so often. Or maybe to go grab a late lunch if he hadn’t yet ate, it was only 1:30.
But when you crept up to the door, you heard wet sounds and whimpers. The only voice you could hear was his, but the bed creaked so much you figured he must have somebody here. You didn’t know why your feet weren’t moving away, why you weren’t leaving the house.
You felt a twinge of pain, after all, you’d liked Luigi for a while now. If he had another girl over, that must mean he has a relationship, he’s not the type to fuck for no reason. You finally gained the strength to walk away when you heard it.
“F-fuck… fuck Y/N. Just like that.” A creak of the bed followed, “I’m gonna—“ then a loud cry, followed by choked sobs. Your eyes were as wide as they could possibly get, breathing hitched in your throat. You listened, wondering if you should run away and go somewhere else, or if you should ask to come in.
You breathed in before knocking on the door. You heard the soft whimpers halt, then scrambling. “Y-yes? Who is it?”
“Y/N.” You nervously said, and when you did you heard him drop something.
“Shit.” You heard him whisper, before finally the door opened, his clothes lazily thrown on as he stood in front of you. His face was red, his breathing heavy, but he tried so hard to play it cool.
And as he looked at you, he couldn’t tell if he was relieved it was you, not Mario, or if he should be horrified because you’d heard too much. Your reaction would make or break rather it being you is a blessing or a curse.
“I heard you.” You said, though regret soaked through your skin as you watched his eyes widen and he looked as if he wanted to slam the door and hide.
“You did? U-uh what did you hear?” An unnecessary question. He knew you knew.
“My name… you said my name when you…” you went silent before breathing and starting back again. “You said my name and I want to know why. Do you want me?”
Though your wording felt… odd, you hoped he understood.
“Well. Yes. I do.” He replied quickly in awkward pacing.
“In a relationship or… otherwi—?”
“Everything.” He interrupted. “In everything.”
You stood in silence for a second, thinking before you eventually nod and pull him down towards you, inches away you ask a simple question, “can I kiss you?” He nods slowly, so you respond by closing the gap.
Your lips collide a bit awkwardly, before falling into a rhythm of soft movement. Both of your hands went from being on either side of his face, down to tracing along his sides. A soft sound like a moan came from his throat as you backed him up slowly until his back hit a wall.
Your mouth met his neck, teeth digging down into his skin. “I must ask you to be sure, you want this? You want to have sex with me?” You bluntly ask. He nods.
“Say it out loud please.”
You attached your mouth back to the skin on his neck, searching for a soft spot that’d getting him going. “Hmm I wish you hadn’t put this clothing back on.” You giggled as you tugged at the shirt for show. He seemed like he was about to apologize as if he’d done something wrong before you cut him off.
“Oh well, it’ll be like unwrapping a gift. It’s better to get to unwrap you myself, slowly pulling off your shirt and revealing what’s underneath. It’ll be exciting, since I’ve never seen you like that before.” You smirk against the skin on his neck before pushing yourself backwards. You focus your attention on the bottom hem of his shirt, scrunching it up in your palm before using your fingers to pull it up. Your other hand drawing circles upwards along his exposed stomach as you revealed it.
You slowly look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were locked on you, but his lip was between his teeth. One of his palms was arched against the wall, fingernails pushed against it as if to try and grab the wall. You felt your stomach do a barrel roll as you looked up at him. You bent down to your knees once you pulled the shirt all the way off, kissing along his chest to the bottom of his stomach where the shorts restricted your access as you went. You bit down lightly and sucked roughly on a patch of skin just bellow his belly button, leaving a dark purple hickey, then another just below it to the right. Another right above the waistband of his shorts, then your hand played with the drawstrings for a moment.
You look up, and when your eyes met his line of sight, you raised your eyebrows and gestured downwards. He nods. You nod back before turning your attention to the waistband of the shorts again. You pull then down slowly, before finally letting them just drop to the floor. Then there was the next obstacle: his boxers.
You kissed his thighs just below the end of his boxers, then trailed up, pushing the fabric up to give yourself more room. Leaving hickeys there too. Then you finally took off his boxers.
You looked up at him one more time for permission to touch him, before reaching out to grab him. He was hard as hell, 7 inches. Not very thick, but not thin either. He turned his head away, not being able to watch, so you simply tapped his thigh to bring back his attention.
“Watch. I want you to see yourself getting treated so well.” You smiled softly, before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick at the tip. He groaned, his body jolting slightly. His hand covers your mouth, before you bring your hand up to pull it off his mouth.
“Let me hear you. Our roommates won’t be home for a few hours.”
You pull his hips forward and slip him into your mouth. He gasps, his hands shooting out to your shoulders to hold on and ground himself. He curls over himself, back arching as you move your mouth off with a pop, before moving back down. You sucked in, your mouth tightening around him. He groaned again, before a soft stream of whimpers began to leave his mouth.
He was sensitive already from touching himself, your mouth amplified the feeling, proving to be a much better stimulate than his own hand. His hands grabbed at your hair, tangling in hands in as his whimpers and groans converted to moans.
“F-fuck…. Shittttttt. I’m not gonna last m… hmmm— much longer. Ahh.” A sharp whistle of air as he sucks in suddenly. You bob your head with your tongue pushed up against his shaft, one of his hands pushes slightly against toe hand, the other in his own hair.
His legs begin to shake uncontrollably, his body jolting suddenly.
“I’m gonna— oh god, I’m cumming.” He practically shouts, eyes screwing shut. His hand comes down to cover his eyes, palm spread out against his face.
“Go ahead.” He lets go at your words, and you pull your mouth off before he can. Cum sprays and covers your chest, neck, and mouth.
When he opens his eyes, he sees the sight of you covered in his sperm. His eyes roll back into his head as his knees almost buckle at the sight.
“Please oh god, please.” He whispers, looking up at the ceiling then back down at you, you who has yet to wipe off the cum. Instead waiting until his eyes met yours again before you took a finger, scooping up a bit of cum, and putting it on your tongue. You swallowed it, before smirking and deciding to follow up to his statement with a question.
“No. Is there something else you want?” You ask, voice stern and steady.
“I want to be inside you. If that’s okay… I know I haven’t taken you on a date yet so if you don’t wan—“ you place a finger over his lips to quiet him before you pulling away and slipped off your shirt, then your pants. He watched in awe, eyes exploring your body hastily.
You pulled down your underwear, aligning your aching hole over his length. Sliding down the shaft until his balls hit your skin. By now you had switched around so he was holding you up against the wall. You realized quickly you could no longer find the bearings to push yourself up, the wall or his shoulders was no use, nothing you did got enough movement.
You look to him for a moment before he nods knowingly and lifts up your hips, dropping you back down. You gasped at how strong he is, arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck. You let out a soft moan as he moves you up and down, you doing your best to help in the movement.
You grit your teeth as he dives his head down, kissing at your neck. Then came small bites, sucks, licks. Hickeys began to form in his wake.
“Fuck.” You breathed. “Doing so good.”
He hums in reply, hands gripping your hips and pulling you up, pushing you back down while he pistons his hips up into you.
“I’m sorry… I’m too sensitive from before, I can’t hold it in. Im gonna cum. Im sorry.” He choked out sobs, his hips stuttering, his legs shaking as he pushed you harder against the wall as if to find balance and keep himself holding you steady.
“It’s okay, I’m close too.”
“I’ll try to fight it a little…. long… longer.” He groans against your neck, biting at a sensitive spot below your ear he’d managed to find. You tensed at it. He was doing his best to speed up your climax so he could cum with you.
He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a good spot in you that turned your moans to nearly screams, your hands pushing against his back.
“Oh shit I’m gonna cum, Luigi.”
“Shit, I pull out right?” He asks urgently.
“You can… Ugh— cum in me if you want.”
He lets out a loud cry as he can no longer push back his climax. His orgasm washes over him as yours finally does too. After a few seconds of holding you there, he sets you down on your feet. Both his and your legs shaking as you both stood there, an awkward air returning.
“I’ll run a bath.” He whispers, his hand running down along your hair as he pulls you into a hug. “And I’ll ask you to be my partner officially once we’re cleaned up.”
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