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house tour — luigi mangione

“baby what’s mine is now yours”

tw: drugs, alcohol consumption, mushrooms, like literally the craziest sex ever, overstimulation, multiple cream pies, slight hallucinations

living in thailand in your twenties was never something you could’ve imagined. meeting the infamous luigi mangione back then was also not on the list. and one night, you really got to know luigi while giving him a house tour.

➵ wc: 2.8k

bass thumped through the packed bangkok club so hard it rattled the floor beneath your feet. neon lights strobed over the sea of sweat-slicked bodies that moved in time with the music, while strangers pressed close in the heat.

you’d been living in thailand for almost a year now, losing yourself in adventures you never could’ve imagined back home.

and tonight felt electric.

you had spotted him across the bar earlier in the night.

luigi, with his dark, curly hair and cocky smile. he had been eyeing you for hours, and you weren’t one to pass up somebody from back home. especially somebody who looked like him.

when your eyes first locked, you felt his pull. the kind that makes your thighs clench and your lips purse.

you wasted no time in confidently sauntering over towards the bar, hips swaying to the rhythm as you ordered another round of shots. the man was stood inches away from you, his eyes drawn to your lips and your tits as you leaned over the bar sheepishly.

“you look like you could use some company.” you smiled, handing the man a shot. he grinned in response, clinking his glass to yours.

“only if it's the fun kind,” his voice was raspy and warm. it sent chills down your spine, despite the thick heat that swarmed the area. “what’d ya have in mind?”

you poured the shot down and luigi followed your lead, the liquor warming your veins. “c’mon,” you pulled him to the floor where bodies pressed close. “dance with me?”

his hands found your waist, pulling you against him as you moved, your ass grinding back into his crotch. you could feel him hardening already, thick and insistent through his jeans.

you laughed between songs, stealing kisses that tasted like salt and lime, his tongue flicking against yours with hungry precision. “what’s your name?” you blurted through the kiss.

“luigi,” he almost spoke quiet. “mangione.”

hours blurred. more drinks and shots, which later turned into cocktails that made everything hazy and brighter.

you weren’t even sure how you and luigi had made it into an exclusive, closed off section of the club.

and you certainly didn’t know that shrooms we’re currently being passed in the section until a tiny dried cap landed directly in the palm of your hand.

you glanced over at luigi with an ounce of hesitance, until you watch him flick the cap directly onto his tongue and swallow it whole.

you popped yours like candy.

“you ever done these here?” he asked, his voice low in your ear. you shook your head no, giggling as the world started to soften at the edges and colors bled into one another. "you're in for a ride, pretty lady." he chuckled.

the music pulsed like a heartbeat and luigi’s touch felt amplified. every brush of his fingers sent sparks up your spine. you don’t remember pulling him down to the floor again, yet now you danced wilder, your dress riding up your thighs.

his hands slid under to grip your bare skin, the motion causing you to moan. you turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, and bit his lower lip. luigi groaned into your mouth in response, his grip on your hips tightening.

and by the time the club lights dimmed for last call, you were inseparable, stumbling outside and into the humid night air.

“my place is close,” you half-whispered. “come over.”

he didn't hesitate as you slid your hand in his, lurching him forward slightly behind you. the shrooms were kicking in fully now, and the city lights trailed like comets. laughter bubbled from your stomach almost uncontrollably.

once you managed to stumble to your yard, the two of you crashed through the front door, which was a modest house on the outskirts with wooden floors and open windows that currently let in a tropical breeze.

you kicked off your heels, pulling the man inside by his shirt. “welcome to my house,” your voice was husky with need. luigi’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide from the trip. "shall i give you a tour?"

"you can give me more than just a tour, baby." his voice was rough, almost scratchy.

you led him to the living room first, pushing him down onto the couch. straddling his lap, you ground against the bulge in his pants, feeling his cock twitch.

“this,” you paused, licking at his exposed jawline. a moan fell from his puffed lips. “is where i relax.” you murmured, yanking his buttoned shirt open to expose his toned chest. your nails raked down his skin as you leaned in, now sucking on his neck this time hard enough to leave red marks.

luigi grabbed your ass so hard you yelped, then flipped you so you were beneath him now. he had all the power.

“show me more, baby,” he growled, stripping off your dress in one rough pull. your bra and underwear followed, leaving you naked and exposed on the cushions. “fuuuck.” he drawled out as he took in the sight your body.

the shrooms made every sensation vivid— the scratch of the fabric, the warmth of his mouth as he latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting until your moans were insistent. his hand slid between your legs, fingers plunging into your wet, tight cunt without a warning.

you gasped, hips bucking as he pumped them in and out, his thumb circling your clit. “fuck, you're soaked,” his tone was rough and eager. he added a third finger, stretching you wider as he curled them to hit that sensitive spot inside. simultaneously, his mouth trailed kisses down your stomach where he stopped to nip at your hip bone. “pretty girl…”

you shoved him back without warning, desperate to taste him. unzipping his jeans, you freed his cock which was thick, veined, and curved upwards with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

you wasted no time wrapping your lips around his length and sucking deep, tongue swirling as you bobbed your head. he tangled his fingers in your hair, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.

“just like that,” he groaned out, sweat beading at his forehead. your saliva dripped down his shaft as you took him deeper, gagging slightly as you did so. your hand strokeed at what your mouth couldn't reach.

the room spins a little from the shrooms, which only heightens the thrill and makes his musky scent fill your senses.

but you wanted more.

pulling off him with a pop, you stood, tugging him toward the kitchen. you wasted no time bending over the counter, ass up and presented to him like a gift.

he didn't need you to tell him twice. lining his tip up with your slick, he slammed his cock into you from behind, filling your cunt in one brutal thrust. you cried out, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he fucked you hard. the slapping of his skin on yours echoed throughout the small home.

the cool marble pressed against your tits, nipples hardening further from the contrast. “t-this is my kitchen.” you panted, pushing back to meet his rhythm, your walls gripping him tight.

luigi reached around, rubbing your clit furiously which made your legs tremble. his free hand slapped your ass, the sharp sting sending jolts of pleasure through you. he must have left a pink handprint. “yeah, baby? yeah?”

you both moved like animals as your sweat mixed with the humid air. he yanked at your hair, forcing you to arch back further as he pounded deeper. he hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes as the shrooms continued to amplify every thrust. the kitchen turned into a haze of color and ecstasy.

“god- that pretty pussy feels so good,” he choked out, pinching your clit lightly. you completely shattered around his cock, juices soaking his balls and dripping down your thighs. “that’s right baby, let go all over me. let it go baby, i know it feels good.” he cooed, breathing deep.

luigi kept his pace going relentlessly, drawing out your orgasm until you were whimpering, overstimulated, yet craved more. tears seeped at the corners of your eyes.

finally, he pulled out and spun you around, shoving you to your knees. “open that pretty little mouth.” he ordered. and you obeyed, opening your mouth wide as he jerked himself. he shot thick ropes of cum across your tongue and chin, forcing you swallowed what you could. you licked your lips with a wicked smile, tasting the salty bitterness as the world around you buzzed with fuzzy colors.

still electrified, you staggered to the bedroom. luigi followed close behind. the shrooms began turning the shadows into swirling patterns on the walls.

“my roooom,” you sung out, pushing him onto the bed. you climbed over him, sinking down onto his cock reverse cowgirl. you rode him slow at first, savoring the way he stretched you. then faster as your ass bounced as you took him deep. “luigi!” you almost hissed at the reoccurring pleasure.

he slapped your cheeks again, the sting blending with pleasure much harder this time. you yelp and grind down, circling your hips to feel every inch. your wooden bedframe groaned under the sudden movements.

you flipped around to face him, leaning forward so your tits dangled in his face. he was quick to suck on one nipple while pinching the other, his other hand guiding your thrusts, fingers digging into your hips.

you rode him harder, the slick sounds of your pussy sliding over his shaft filling the room.

but you desperately needed him to take control again.

“fuck me like you mean it, lu,” you begged, and he obliged— he flipped you onto all fours without pulling out. in full doggy style on the bed, he gripped your hips and rammed into you, his cock plunging deep with each powerful stroke. you buried your face in the pillow, muffling your screams as he fucked you raw, the angle letting him hit even deeper as he brushed your cervix. “fuck!”

his hands roamed, with one spanking your ass rhythmically and the other reaching under to tweak your swinging breasts. sweat beaded at your back as he leaned over you, chest pressing against your spine when he bites your shoulder as he thrust faster.

“your little pussy's gripping me so tight.” he grunted, pace brutal and unyielding. the shrooms were making every sensation explode as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably.

you pushed back against him, meeting every slam so hard your ass jiggled from the impact. when your orgasm hit, it ripped through you like lightning as your walls convulsed around him. you milked his cock so hard that your own juices ran down your legs, and seeped onto the mattress.

he flipped you again, quick to pin your wrists above your head.

and then fucked you missionary, legs wrapped around his waist.

“you’re mine tonight.” he grunted, his pace brutal. the bed creaked under you as your headboard banged against the wall. you raked your nails down his back, urging him on, leaving red trails that made him hiss in pleasure. when luigi finally tensed, he buried himself deep, flooding your tight cunt with his hot cum. pulse after pulse, his warmth spread inside you.

you collapsed, panting deep— but the night wasn't over.

after the two of you caught your breath, you led him to the bathroom for the your final stop of the tour.

you're still catching your breath from the earlier intensity, your skin flush. but the pull towards him is still magnetic. luigi stands under the stream, water darkening his hair, making it slick against his forehead as he watches you with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

you sink to your knees on the wet tile floor while the warmth of the water soaks into your skin. his cock hangs semi-soft between his thighs, glistening from the remnants of your shared release and now the shower's flow.

you lean forward, lips parting to take him in while the water makes everything slippery and inviting. your tongue flicks out first, lapping at the underside of his shaft.

he groans low, one hand bracing against the shower wall as you wrap your mouth around the head, sucking gently to coax him back to hardness.

"jesus christ," he mumbled as you looked up at him in awe, his cock slid halfway down your throat. "prettiest girl whose ever sucked my dick."

he lets you work him for long minutes until your jaw aches faintly, but the thrill of it mixed with the control you have over his pleasure keeps you going. his breaths come heavier, hips twitching forward instinctively yet he holds back this time. "god, your mouth... it's fuckin' perfect." he stuttered breathlessly.

finally, his patience snapped. with a firm grip under your armpits he hauled you upwards as your body slid against his. the sudden movement makes you gasp, water splashing into your mouth as he spins you around and presses your back against the cool tiles.

you braced against the shower wall with your ass out as he entered you from behind once more. his hands gripped at your waist, pulling you back onto his dick with each thrust.

steam swirled around you, the heat making your skin hypersensitive. "fuck, you're too tight." he growls, one hand sliding up your side. the intensity builds slowly with his pace varying. one second he's deep, grinding his hips slow followed by sharper thrusts that make your toes curl.

you lose track of time as the world narrows to the feel of him inside you. your walls clench around him as you chase the edge, but he draws it out. he slows when you get too close and whispers taunts against your ear. "not... done yet. let it simmer, babygirl. i wanna feel every inch dragging out of you."

with a final deep thrust, he pulls out with a groan and spins you for a frantic kiss under the now-lukewarm water. "bed." he mutters weak, as he tows you out of the shower.

you grab towels haphazardly, patting at your skin just enough to dry the excess water. the air is cold compared to your bathroom, but luigi wastes no time when he pushes you down gently. your bodies entwine lazily as the adrenaline simmers into something softer and serene.

he settles between your thighs, not entering you quite yet. but he presses his still-hard cock against your belly as his mouth finds your neck, sucking lightly the marks he put on you earlier.

your legs wrap around his waist as your hands explore the planes of his back. he rocks against you slowly, the friction teasing without penetration. warm lips brush your collarbone before trailing lower, latching onto a nipple and sucking with deliberate pulls that force you to arch.

the pace is unhurried as your bodies move in tandem. when he finally slides back inside of you, it's a slow and deliberate thrust. he moves with lazy rolls and the room fills with your shared breaths and soft moans.

this climax comes like a slow wave, washing over you both in unison. his cum spills hot inside as you clench around him, bodies locked in an intimate tangle long after your shared aftershocks.

and by dawn? the shrooms had faded, leaving you sore yetsatisfied. you were both tangled in sheets that smelled of sex yet felt like heaven.

luigi kissed your shoulder, murmuring something in italian. “mia cara…” he trailed, planting warm, comforting kisses across the love bites he had left littered throughout your body. “i appreciated the house tour.”

“good,” you replied, pressing a firm kiss to his softened lips. “i needed some company.” little did you know, luigi already plotting round two as the first light of the morning filtered through the curtains.

almost a year and a half later

"so, some polaroid pictures have been linked to you ms y/l/n," the journalist sits up straight in front of you, looking at you with a deep intensity. "to you, and the alleged murderer of the ceo of united healthcare." it was like she thought if she stared hard enough, you'd tell her everything.

everything that had to do with luigi mangione.

and that night in thailand.

and of course, the weeks you and him shared after your first encounter. you two became inseperable, an unhealthy attachment forming somewhere in-between all the places you two made love.

“these were allegedly found in mr. mangione’s backpack he was arrested with. what do you have to say about him? did you kn-“ she only persisted.

she shoves a printed copy of a small picture taken off of the polaroid you took back in thailand.

luigi was sat in-between your thighs, looking up at you with his lips planted on yours. you were kissing him back, yet you could only see his face more than yours.

you smiled sweetly at the lady, and shook your head back and forth.

"i don't know who that is," you shrugged, tightening the corners of your mouth. "i'm sorry. i'm late to something." you trudged past the woman, yet she insistently followed.

"tell us! tell us more about luigi!"

but you had no desire to tell people about your experience. that was something you were determined to keep between the two of you.

even if you'd never speak again.

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