Priest Luigi Moodboard

Do you think you can write a drabble based on Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 with Lu? Every time I hear that song I think of him

sunday morning

warnings: smut, p in v, breeding

summary: you and luigi have morning sex while you talk about your plans for the day :,)

notes: i dedicate this to miss flowerluvr because you sent me the request and omg tumblr will not let me tag you for some reason AND ALSO to the queen herself @diors002 because i know how much you love the idea of cuddlefucking with lu in the morning while talking about your plans for the day 😣

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sunday morning, rain is falling

steal some covers, share some skin

clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

you twist to fit the mold that i am in

sunday morning melts into a hazy glow, the world shrinking to the heat of luigi’s body pressed against yours, face to face, your breaths tangling in a shaky, intimate cuddle.

his cock glides slowly inside you, slick and gentle, each careful thrust a warm pulse that makes your breath catch.

“sleep good?” luigi whispers, his morning voice low and rough, lips brushing softly against your shoulder. he presses deeper, the warm, full stretch of him filling you completely, drawing a quiet sigh as your bodies mold together, perfectly aligned.

“mmm… dreamt about the ocean.” your words are soft, fraying at the edges as his hips roll, the slick heat of his cock gently nudging that sweet spot inside of you, sending a quiet shiver through you. “what about today? whaddya wanna do?”

luigi hums, his breath warm against your neck as he thrusts gently, the motion steady, intimate, like he’s savoring every inch of you. “hmm… breakfast first, maybe? we could walk down to that cafe you like.”

“sounds perfect.” you hum, voice trembling as you moan, taking him deeper, the slow stretch blooming into a soft ache.

“fuck, you feel so good… it’s such a nice day… mmh.. we could walk through the park after breakfast…” he moans, his tongue licking the sensitive spot on your neck, his cock driving into you, sending shudders through you. his voice carries a soft smile as he fucks you, his hips speeding up, thrusts turning faster and rougher, deepening the raw, electric connection between you.

you open your mouth to answer, but a sharp cry escapes instead as his cock hits your g spot again, the angle dead on, the sensation igniting a fiery burst of pleasure that makes your toes curl. “luigi… oh f-fuck!” you whimper, words splintering as another deep thrust hits the same spot, flooding you with ecstasy that drowns out everything else.

you wrap your legs around his torso to bring him even closer, pressing your forehead against his, too overwhelmed by the blinding bliss to string a sentence together. “park.. i-mm…” you try, but it collapses into another breathless moan, your body surging toward him, craving the searing heat as he keeps slamming into you, each rough thrust unraveling you more, your mind swallowed by the pulsing, electric tide of pleasure.

luigi’s lips twist into a teasing smirk, eyes gleaming as he senses your trembling surrender. “aww, what’s wrong? too dumb on my cock? huh?” the playful taunt drips with smug confidence as his hips slam harder, blurring your vision as ecstasy floods through you.

a laugh escapes from you, blending with another trembling moan. “you’re… one to talk.” you manage, voice breaking under the weight of bliss, a mischievous glint in your eyes despite the consuming heat.

his thrusts turn feral, hips snapping with a frenzied rhythm, his cock slamming into your soaked, throbbing cunt, each stroke harder, deeper, with the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filling the room. your moans grow louder, desperate and unrestrained, as the pleasure surges to a breaking point, your walls clenching tight around his thick shaft.

“fuck-baby… gonna cum inside you” luigi groans, voice hoarse and cracking, his forehead still pressed to yours, eyes burning with raw hunger as he fucks you hard, his cock stretching you out so good, throbbing inside you. your nails rake his back, legs trembling as you pull him closer, body writhing under the merciless onslaught, the heat coiling tighter, ready to snap.

“i’m close too,” you sob, “please lu, cum with me, fill me up!” the words tumble out between moans, raw and urgent, as you press into him, pussy gripping his cock, pleasure spiking to a blinding crest, poised to crash as you both hurtle toward release together.

luigi’s thrusts turn wild, his cock pounding into you with desperate speed, stretching you out so good, each stroke driving you to the brink.

your moans escalate into screams, sharp and uncontainable, as the coil in your stomach snaps, pleasure erupting through you like a storm.

your pussy clamps down hard around his cock, spasming in fierce, shuddering pulses, slickness gushing as you cum, your body trembling violently, nails carving into his back, legs gripping him tight. the intensity sears through you, leaving you breathless, quaking, consumed by the overwhelming heat.

his deep groan rips free, his hips faltering as your orgasm pulls him under. “fuck-“ he gasps, slamming deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he cums inside you, hot, thick waves flooding your cunt, coating your walls as he grinds against you, emptying himself completely. the warmth of his release spills within, blending with your own, your bodies fused in the raw, messy bliss of it all.

as the tremors fade, luigi melts into you, curling up close, his body molding against yours in yet another cuddle. he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, breath warm and uneven against your skin. your fingers run through his curls, softly combing through his sweaty, disheveled hair. he lets out a gentle whine, his face still tucked into the crook of your neck, but he shifts, lips trailing to the slope of your breast. he kisses it lightly, his breath hot against you.

“when can i finally get you pregnant?” he asks, voice deep and warm, a playful edge mixed with something sincere, his eyes flicking up to yours, searching for an answer.

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previous work

Soft Spot Pt. 2 ~

summary: spring break trip to cabo, luigi gets wiped out, and you’re sent to help him ;)

content warning: smut, oral (both receiving), p in v, luigi gets bruised

an: hi!! thank you to everyone that liked, shared, and commented on part 1!!!! also thank u to my homie palmersluvr for help with the formatting tho im still figuring it out. idk the word count but this shit is sooo long but i had so much fucking fun writing this so i hope you all enjoy :)! take a shot for every single time i said “rhythm” lol.

part 1

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weeks passed, and despite the playful texts shared between you and luigi, he wasn’t able to come back for a second “appointment”.

not because he didn’t want to. but because midterms had everyone busy— especially him.

sleep schedules were fucked up, group chats barely active, and every inch of the library taken over by students running on iced coffee.

luigi had practically disappeared— only proof of his existence being the many students that he tutored making jokes about how their TA had a spot reserved in heaven for all the hard work he’s done for them.

and yet, despite the chaos, there hadn’t been a single mention of back pain from him or his friends.

if anything, everyone noticed he seemed lighter. maybe your hands really had worked some sort of magic.

and eventually you were all able to taste the sweet freedom of spring break. friends of friends all headed to cabo for a well deserved get away.

instagram buzzing with photo dumps of tan lines and tiny bikinis, camera roll full of coconut drinks, beach sunsets, and grainy late-night dinners.

the resort ridiculously beautiful— picked out by luigi and others. shady palm trees stretching over the infinity pool, balconies overlooking the ocean, music a constant hum in the background no matter the hour. every corner full of beauty.

spending mornings with your girls walking the shoreline, tucking cute little seashells into your beach bag. afternoons spent exploring, wandering through colorful local markets, vendors beckoning you over in spanish, taking polaroids of everything. chaotic dinners with messy seafood platters, one too many margaritas, and tables full of friends cramming in every space they could.

and always, luigi was there, lingering just close enough to keep you on your toes. the flirting having been buried under study guides and endless cups of coffee— but not entirely gone.

you felt it in the way his eyes lingered on you in your sundresses, in the way he saved the empty chair next to him for you, in the way your fingers would brush when passing certain items across the table, yet neither of you said anything.

it was the kind of tension that hung in the air without needing to be addressed aloud. sweet, aching, and unbothered— until it wasn’t.

all the boys had decided to go out early that particular morning to catch some waves, lugging huge surfboards down to the beach while you and the rest of the girls stayed behind for some late brunch at the resort cafe.

you were mid-bite into a piece of french toast when someone burst into the outdoor patio, face red and out of breath.

“luigi wiped out bad on a huge wave,” they panted, trying to catch their breath, “board slammed him in the back, he should be okay, but he’s out for the day. they took him back to the room to rest.”

your stomach dropped. you honestly didn’t even realize how much you’d been hoping he’d show up that day, maybe just for lunch or just to sneak a few glances at you.

“can someone go check on him?” one of your friends asked, glancing around the table. “he’s probably fine, just milking it. but still.”

many of them shrugged, too caught up in their delicious breakfast food or downing their drinks to volunteer.

“you’re the nicest one here and have the expertise,” another added, pointing her fork at you with a smile. “can you go make sure he’s still breathing? im sure he won’t bite.”

they didn’t know. shit, nobody knew about you two. and so you nodded, wiping your hands on a napkin and standing slowly.

you headed back to your room first— not wanting to show up empty-handed. grabbing some essentials from your suitcase like some peppermint oil, aloe vera, the same lotion you used on him in your dorm, all thrown into your tote bag.

when you stepped back out into the hallway, one of the guys had caught up to you and handed you a spare key card.

“he’s in one of the oceanfront suites so i figured you might need this since he’s probably bed ridden”

you mutter a thank you and walked a few doors down the hallway. with the door clicking shut behind you, you stood still for a second, just admiring.

everything was nicer, sleek, clean, and expensive. the king sized bed resembling a cloud , a perfect plush comforter thrown over. floor to ceiling windows letting in sunlight that kissed every surface in gold, and a soft sea breeze drifting in through his open balcony door. and then there was a hot tub, massive and polished. half sunk into the floor near the balcony, something out of a dream.

your breath hitched.

“luigi?”

you called out gently, stepping further into his room. and then you saw him.

sprawled out across the bed, shirtless, eyes half closed, with a pillow or two tucked under his lower back.

his swimming trunks were riding low, dangerously low. low enough that your eyes traveled down the faint trail of hair leading down his stomach— the one you didn’t get to appreciate too much before.

your fingers clenched slightly around the strap of your tote bag, heart skipping a beat.

“…hi.” he replies softly and shyly.

you don’t say anything at first, tossing your bag on the dresser and kicking off your sandals without a second thought.

the bed dips slightly under your weight as you carefully climbed up beside him, leaning in slowly, one hand going to cradle the side of his face, your fingers instinctively tangling themselves in his curls, scratching his scalp softly.

“what the hell happened?” you murmured, brushing your thumb over the curve of his cheek. “how bad is it?”

he leaned into your touch just a little, lashes low and heat radiating off of him.

“hurts like a bitch,” he admitted, lips twitching into a tired grin, “but seeing you kind of helps.”

you rolled your eyes, but your thumb still stroked gently over his cheek.

“you’re such a baby,” you muttered, “let me see.”

he blinked up at you, hesitant. you pull back enough to sit on your knees, glancing down at the way his arm was draped over his stomach.

“come on, turn over so i can see, or do i need to do it for you?”

he grumbles something about you being bossy, but shifts anyway to let you get a good look. wincing slightly as he moved his arm, revealing an angry red mark blooming across his lower back and side— already beginning to bruise, dark and raw.

you sucked in a quiet breath.

“jesus, luigi…”

you reached for your tote bag and rummaged through it, pulling out the lotion and peppermint oil, warming it up in your hands.

“this might sting a little,” you warned.

“i trust you,” he murmured, eyes falling closed again.

your hands pressed carefully to his skin in slow, gentle circles at first, barely any pressure. and his breath hitched, not from pain, but from you and how you knew exactly where to touch without asking.

you kept your focus low, jaw clenching and unclenching, pretending not to notice the way his hips twitched slightly when your palms smoothed along the curve of his waist.

“relax,” you whisper, “I’ve got you.”

your fingers moved in slow, practiced motions, the familiar rhythm calming the both of you. he was quiet under your touch, face buried into a pillow, muscles slowly uncoiling under your hands.

“you’re so dumb,” you said gently, a little laugh slipping out. “what were you even trying to do? show off? impress the ocean?”

luigi letting out a small groan and barely lifting his head mumbles, “was tryna ride the wave,” his words slurred with exhaustion and comfort.

you pressed your thumbs in a little deeper to the sides of his bruises, careful but firm.

“and it rode you huh?”

“mhmmm…”

you smiled, shaking your head, continuing— moving a bit lower, tracing along the edges of his blooming bruises. he let out a low whimper, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, his fingers slightly curling into the sheets.

“seriously gi,” you murmured, softer now. “you could’ve really hurt yourself.”

“m’sorry,” he breathed, voice small now. “didn’t mean to.”

you leaned down just a little, hair falling over your shoulder as you whispered near his ear. “you gotta stop being reckless. who’s gonna fix you up next time if i’m not around?”

his only answer being a quiet, needy whine— his head tilting slightly towards you.

and with you leaning over him like that, face being close and hair brushing his skin, he lifted his chin just enough to press his lips to yours. soft and tentative. you froze just for a second, then kissed him back just as gently.

you’re the first one to pull away, giving his hair a light tug. “you better behave,” you whispered, breath warm against his mouth. “or i won’t finish your massage.”

he grinned, lazy and dazed. “im behaving,” he mumbled, already slumping back into the pillow like your kiss was enough to sedate him.

you scooped up a little more oil into your palms and worked quietly for a few more minutes— slow and careful movements over the bruising, his muscles loose now.

and then, a soft murmur:

“i think my back’s good now… think you could get my shoulders?”

…

“…and maybe my chest too?”

you smirked and glanced down at him.

“whatever you want princess”

he began to turn over, shifting on his side with a groan, but as you were about to guide him onto his back—

“wait not like this.”

before you could even reply, his hands slid over your hips and in one quick motion, he brought you right into his lap.

you let out a quiet gasp, straddling him now, palms braced on his bare chest as he looked up at you— eyes dark and blown out.

“like this.” his voice barely above a whisper.

you didn’t say anything, just swallowed hard and nodded once. your fingers dipped back into the oil, rubbing it between your palms to warm it up before sliding your hands over his chest.

he was pretty still beneath you, save for the tiny shifts of his body. sharp inhales when your thumbs pressed into his skin, the subtle twitch of his thighs when you pressed too low.

“shit,” he breathed, voice hitching higher this time, soft and strained. “feels so good…”

your hands moved to his shoulders, thumbs circling into tight knots just beneath his neck. it was a bit of a stretch from your spot in his lap, so you leaned forward, your chest brushing against his, your breath grazing his jaw.

and then his lips found yours again, lazy and slow. he kissed you without urgency, one hand sliding to the small of your back, and the other on your thigh, trying to keep himself grounded.

you kissed him back, just as slow. before pulling away slightly, catching your breath, and going back to his shoulders as if nothing happened.

he groaned again, though not from the massage this time.

“not fair,” he muttered.

you laughed under your breath, going back to press into a particularly tight spot behind his shoulder blade.

“too bad.”

you leaned back down, lips finding his again and this time it gets heavier. his mouth opened beneath yours, teeth dragging your bottom lip between his, and his hips shifting beneath you.

he groaned into your mouth, deeper, and then—

his hips rolled up. just once. slow, instinctual, and desperate.

he sighed, lips parting as he dropped his head back into the pillow, his chest rising and falling fast under your palms.

“fuck…”

you didn’t move at first. just stayed still in his lap, enjoying the rise of fall of his chest. and then softly, you leaned in again.

you kissed the corner of his mouth— a gentle peck, then another, and another. then along his jaw. then that sensitive spot just below his ear, that always makes him shiver.

you worked your way down slowly, kissing along the edge of his throat, his collarbone, your mouth lingering all over as he tilted his head back to give you more access.

“baby…” he whispers, his voice wrecked.

his hands slide up your sides, slow and kinda unsure. when his fingers brushed the hem of your swimsuit coverup, you let your arms fall to your sides, silently giving him the permission he wanted.

he sat up slowly, groaning softly at the movement and peeled the fabric from your body in one slow motion, letting it fall somewhere in the room.

then his fingers reached the tie of your bikini top. he tugged at it gently, watching you the entire time. when you didn’t protest, he undid the knot with shaky fingers and let the top slip away.

his breath hitched.

“fuck, you’re—“

he didn’t even let himself finish before his mouth was already on you. soft kisses at first, then his lips closed around the swell of your breasts, tongue flicking, hands pressing you closer to him as you arched your back.

your quiet gasp became a whimper.

“oh…”

his groan followed instantly. he sucked a little harder, peppering warm, open mouthed kisses near your nipple.

“ you sound so pretty,” he mumbled against your skin. “don’t stop.”

then, without another word, he took your nipple into his mouth, gentle and almost hesitant at first. his tongue swirled around it, his lips closing in a tight, wet seal as he suckled, like you were his favorite lollipop.

you let out a sharp little moan, surprised by how sensitive you were and how good it felt to have him care for you as well. he groaned in return, the sound vibrating through your chest.

his hand slid up your spine, holding you steady as he moved over to your other nipple, showering it with the same attention— his tongue flicking, lips tugging just right to make you whimper again.

you threaded your fingers through his curls, breathing uneven, your thighs tightening around his hips as his mouth latched onto you. each moan that escaped your lips, pulled a groan from his— almost like he couldn’t help it, like your sounds were enough to unravel him.

your hips started to move before you even realized with small, slow rolls against his lap, the friction sending sparks between your thighs with every pass.

luigi’s breath hitched.

his hands gripped your waist tighter, thumbs brushing over your bare skin as he tried to ground himself, his eyes fluttering shut as your bodies rocked together in a lazy rhythm.

“fuck… that feels so good,” he murmured, forehead resting against your chest.

your fingers carded through his curls, your lips brushing over the top of his head, all tender and affectionate while your hips kept working him over.

but then—

a sharp inhale.

“ah- shit-“

he winced, body tensing up beneath you, and you froze instantly.

“your back?” you whispered.

he nodded, jaw clenched, and brows drawn tight.

“just moved a little weird, m’okay,” he exhaled, trying to wave it off.

you shook your head and cupped his cheek.

“nope. lay down babe. let me take care of you.”

he didn’t argue. just sank back into the pillows with a groan, arms falling to his sides like he had no fight left.

you kissed down his chest as you moved, slow and deliberate. letting your mouth explore every inch of his skin, from the curve of his pecs to the soft dips between his abs.

he was already breathing harder by the time you reached for the faint trail of hair leading down— that happy trail you admired earlier.

you licked a slow stripe down it and then another, watching him twitch slightly under you. his hips shifted again, his swimming trunks now tented and clinging low to his hips.

you hooked your fingers into the waistband, tugging them down in one smooth, letting him spring free, the weight of him softly slapping against his lower abdomen. his hissed, not from pain, but from need.

you hovered above him, eyes locked on his face as you leaned down and gave him a single, teasing kitten lick across the tip.

he groaned, loud and frustrated.

you did it again, this time even slower. and then another, barely brushing his sensitive underside.

his hips flexed, but you pulled back just in time, smiling softly.

“be patient,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his thigh.

you kept it at that— delicate little licks of your tongue that barely counted as relief. just enough to make him squirm, to make him whine, to keep him right there on the edge.

“please,” he gasped, hips twitching upwards only for you to press them down.

“please, i can’t— i need—“

but you didn’t give in. instead, your hands held his hips steady, fingers digging into his warm skin, and your tongue tracing lazy circles around his sensitive tip.

another kitten lick, then met with a breathless groan.

he was shaking now, head turned to the side, eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep his composure. his thighs tensing under your touch and his voice falling into almost incoherent whimpers.

“amore, please— im gonna—“

and then he did.

luigi’s whole body arched beneath you with a strangled moan, hips stuttering as he came hard against his stomach, all hot, messy, and sudden.

you kept going, soft and unrelenting, licking up everything he gave you with gentle care. every flick of your tongue making him twitch and sigh, oversensitive but too far gone to protest.

once you had cleaned him up, you leaned in close and pressed a tender kiss right to his tip. he let out a breathless laugh, eyes glassy and lips parted.

you smiled, resting your head just above his hips as you looked up at him, taking him in. you stayed like that for a bit, fingers tracing light circles on his thigh as he caught his breath.

his chest rose and fell in soft waves, his skin still flushed and forehead a little damp with sweat, lips parted in a dazed smile.

you leaned in again, pressing a kiss to his abdomen, another to his chest before moving upwards to curl into his side. your palms smoothed over his stomach, resting there while your nose brushed his jaw.

“how’s your back?” you whispered.

he chuckled weakly, still breathless, “honestly? im not even worried about it anymore.”

you scoffed and giggled into his neck, letting your fingers shift lower again, brushing over the curve of his hip.

then he turned his head, eyes burning behind the softness they had.

“let me return the favor,” he murmured. “please.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“luigi…”

but he was already moving. hands finding your bikini bottoms, fingers sliding against the strings at your hips as he untied them, tossing the fabric somewhere into the room.

his voice was hoarse, low and pleading.

“wanna taste you. been thinking about it since the day you made me take photos of you in that tiny bikini with your polaroid on the beach.”

you didn’t argue with that and let him guide you up his chest. letting his lips brush your skin the whole way up, until your thighs framed his face and your knees sank into the mattress on either sides of his head.

his hands gripped your hips, eyes looking up to meet yours as he exhaled, “let me take care of you too.”

he barely gave you time to settle above him before he was pulling you down hard. his grip tightening around your thighs, dragging you fully down onto his mouth, his tongue already parting you before you could even exhale.

your gasp nearly hit the ceiling, luigi wasnt soft nor gentle, he was hungry.

he moaned into you like he was starving— like just the taste of you was enough to keep him alive. his mouth moved so recklessly, tongue licking broad, wet stripes before curling into where you needed him most, lips sealing around you in a filthy, perfect kiss.

you tried to lift yourself just slightly, just enough to catch your breath but his arms locked tighter around your thighs, pinning you down against him.

“luigi—“

you barely got his name out before— crack!

his palm landed a sharp slap to your ass. not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you he was in control right now.

your whole body jolted, letting out a surprised moan as you instinctively ground yourself down harder against his mouth and started grinding. slow at first, trying to find the perfect rhythm, and then faster and messier, as he just let you ride him, his pretty nose nudging against your clit.

he sucked, licked, devoured.

“fuck baby— you’re so good.” you moaned, voice shaking as your fingers tangled themselves in his curls, tugging hard.

“you’re making me feel so fucking good— i can’t—“ and he groaned under you, the sound vibrating against your pussy, making your thighs clamp tighter around his head. and still, he didn’t let up.

just kept licking like a man possessed, grip tightening, strong hands digging into your thighs, keeping you locked in place.

your body was trembling, skin flushed, that heat ready to snap— and luigi knew it.

and right when you were teetering, mouth hung open and breath stuttering— his lips latched onto your clit.

not soft or teasing, just purely desperate.

he sucked hard, his tongue flicking mercilessly, drawing fast, tight circles that made your vision go white.

“oh—fuck—luigi!”

the loudest moan tore out of you, sharp, raw, and damn near broken as the pleasure slammed into you. your thighs crammed around him, fingers yanking on his hair, hips jerking uncontrollably as your orgasm hit with a violent force.

and he held you there, through every gasp, twitch, and tremble. sucking, licking, chasing every last drop of your cum like he couldn’t fathom letting any of it going to waste.

even as your body gave out and you tried to pull away— he didn’t let you. he stayed there, moaning into you, drunk on your release.

your body still trembling when he released the tight grip he had on you, letting your thighs relax, pressing soft, tender kisses along the inside of your legs. and when you looked down at him, he was already watching you with wide eyes, swollen lips, and cheeks tinted pink.

“c’mere,” he whispered. barely having the strength to move, but you wanted to be close, needing it. you climbed down slowly and he met you half way— sitting up, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

your chests pressed together and noses brushing as your foreheads touched, “you okay?” he murmured, stroking his thumb over your hip.

“yeah,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “are you?”

he smiled, just a little, “never been better.”

your lips met again, slow as his hands roamed your back, your thighs, and your waist— like he couldn’t get enough of you.

and as your hips instinctively shifted against him, he let out the softest groan against your mouth. you felt him, already hard and ready, pressing against your pussy.

he reached down, lining himself up carefully, and you sank down on him, both of you letting out content sighs. both stilling for a moment, getting adjusted.

and then slowly, you began to move, grinding, rocking, and meeting him half way every time he lifted his hips. his hands held your waist to anchor himself in the moment, just feeling all of you.

your name left his lips like a prayer and your moans soft and breathy as your bodies rocked against each other in perfect rhythm.

your lips brushed over his jaw as your hips rolled against his, “you feel so good,” you whispered against his skin. “So deep…”

luigi groaned, tightening his arms around you, the sound buried in your shoulder, “you’re fucking perfect, pussy’s so fucking tight.” he breathed, voice low and thick.

his hands slid from your waist down to the small of your back, guiding you gently, helping you move just right— until his cock hit that sweet spot inside you that made your body jolt.

“yeah? right there?” he asked, lips brushing the shell of ear.

you nodded, nails lightly digging into his shoulders. “yes—right there, baby.”

he adjusted his angle slightly, and then a slow, precise thrust upward, so deep. and it hit, your whole body clenching around him, and your moan came out softer, higher than before.

he pulled back just enough to get a good look at you, eyes glassy, lips swollen, and tits littered in love bites. your forehead pressed to his, your bodies meeting in such an intimate rhythm.

“you make me feel so good, so full,” you whispered, barely able to speak through the heat pooling low in your stomach.

he kissed you, harder this time and then he took over, just a little. guiding your hips with one hand while the other slid down to hold your thigh as he angled his next thrust perfectly into that soft, sensitive spot inside you.

“there we go,” he rasped, dragging his lips along your neck.

“let me take care of you, baby. let me give you everything.”

his rhythm had started to slow, a bit overwhelmed. from the way your body clung to his, from how tight, how wet, how delicious you felt wrapped around him. his head dipped to your shoulder, breath ragged against your skin, big hands grasping your hips attempting to ground himself.

but you felt ready now, your body humming with energy again—refueled by every groan, every helpless twitch of his hips, and every shaky breath that tumbled from his lips.

so you started to move. a soft bounce at first, just enough to shift the angle, taking in more of him. then another. then faster. luigi gasped, back arching slightly, eyes squeezing shut as you rode him with more control.

your lips hovered near his ear, voice warm and broken in between moans, “you’re so deep inside me, gi...” he let out the quietest whimper, hands trembling against your skin.

“so big… stretching me so good. you feel it, don’t you? how wet you make me?”

he could barely speak, just nodded. barely.

and then—click. the door handle turned.

your bodies froze, just for a second, before luigi pulled you tighter against him, shielding you, even as your hips never faltered.

“yo luigi! how you holding up man?” a familiar voice called through the narrow crack in the door. he hadn’t fully stepped inside, just peeked the door open a few inches, only being able to see the edge of the bed and maybe luigi’s bare shoulder. the rest, being you fully naked and still grinding in his lap, was completely hidden by the angle.

luigi’s eyes blew wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“you—you gotta stop,” he hissed into your neck, biting back groan. “please—“

you leaned in, brushing your mouth against his ear, voice was sweet as candy while your hips rolled again, deep and slow.

“answer him.”

“let him hear how good you’re feeling.”

luigi’s hand flew to your waist, attempting to still you, but it was no use.

“i—uh,” he choked out, voice shaking. “yeah—i’m good man, just resting.”

his friend paused, “cool, just making sure. let us know if you need anything.”

you didn’t let him get a chance to recover. the second the door clicked shut, you pushed him backwards, your palms resting on his chest as you eased him down against the bed, his eyes still wide and wrecked under you.

his head hit the pillow, curls sticking to his forehead, and his chest heaving as you straddled him fully again.

“you’ve been so good,” you whispered, voice shaking with need. “but now i need more.”

and then you started to really move. your thighs burned as you began bouncing harder, hips slapping against his with wet desperate sounds, so intense, overwhelming, and fast. luigi’s hands scrambled to hold you, his fingers digging into your waist like he might slip through the bed if he didn’t anchor himself to you.

“f-fuck baby—“ he gasped, voice breaking. “that’s—too much—“ but he didn’t stop you.

he bent his knees suddenly, feet flat on the mattress and thrusted up. hard. your whole body jolted, a choked moan spilling out of your mouth as he met your bounces with the same fervor. each thrust slammed deeper and harder, matching the way you rode him until all that could be heard was skin slapping and both of you chanting each other’s names over and over.

“yesyesyes—lu, just like that—“ you cried out as he fucked up into you like he was trying to split you open from the inside.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, eyes hazy and voice raw. “such a tight little pussy amore— so perfect, can’t even hold back anymore.”

your movements became sloppier, desperation seeping through, your bodies completely lost in each other. just full of need. just you and him, chasing that sweet finish with matching desperation.

your name tumbled from his mouth in broken gasps, sweat slicking his chest where your bodies met, the heat between you two unbearable in the most delicious way.

and then his voice cracked out, desperate and strained, “i—fuck—i should probably pull out.” but his hips never slowed, because he didn’t really mean it and you both knew it. you leaned forward, pressing your chest to his, mouth by his ear as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

“don’t,” you begged, breath heavy and hot. “i wanna feel you. want you to stay inside me.”

his groan was guttural, almost pained with how badly he had been waiting for that permission.

“fuck—fuck—“

your nails dragged down his back, your body grinding back into every one of his thrusts, and then everything shattered.

you came first, gasping, shaking, clinging to him like you wouldn’t survive without him.

“luigi—oh god baby, don’t stop—don’t—“

he followed instantly, crying out your name into your neck, hips buried to the hilt as he spilled inside you, his body trembling beneath yours as the outside world faded away.

your bodies stayed tangled for a while, skin to skin, limbs loose, and breathing slowly coming back down. the room was quiet now, except for the soft hum of the ocean breeze drifting through the balcony door.

luigi’s heartbeat thudded gently beneath your cheek as you laid against his chest your fingers tracing absentminded shapes against his ribs. eventually, he shifted beneath you, careful and slow, kissing your shoulder as he murmured, “be right back.”

he slid out from the bed with a little wince, his legs shaky and muscles drained. you watched with a sleepy smile as he padded naked across the room, grabbing a small towel from the bathroom and returning a moment later.

“here,” he whispered, eyes soft as he knelt between your legs and cleaned you up. “i got you.”

your heart fluttered.

luigi had already crawled back into bed, arms stretched behind his head, eyes half-lidded and warm as he looked at you with a soft, post-bliss smile.

you sat up slowly, reaching for the bikini top that wads left at the edge of the bed. “i should probably head back to my room,” you murmured, voice gentle. “so you can rest comfortably…”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when his arm reached out fast, firm as his fingers curled gently around your wrist to stop you.

“what?” he asked, brown furrowed slightly as he tugged you back down towards him.

“baby no.”

you blinked as he guided you back into his arms, your body slotting effortlessly into the space next to his.

“i wanna rest here,” he whispered, lips brushing your shoulder.

“with you.”

your heart skipped a beat as he tugged the covers up, over both your naked bodies. he nuzzled into your chest, one arm round your waist, the other lazily cupping one of your tits.

“m’tired,” he murmured. “wouldn’t be smart of you to leave your patient alone away.”

your fingers threaded into his curls, your other one rubbing up and down his spine.

“how’s your back?” you asked softly.

“feels perfect,” he mumbled, voice already dying down. “because you’re here with me.”

within seconds, his breath evened out, warm against your skin. and you were left with a sleeping, heavy luigi tangled into your bare body, like his life depended on it.

heeeeeey girl

so i’ve been thinking. thinking great beautiful amazing things. i don’t actually know how to talk about them because he makes being coherent #impossible !!! so that makes this a bit complicated… but vibes. your recent has me feeling dizzy and i need you to give us more. it’s what the people ( me ) want.

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well hello there again. i’m gonna hope ur talking ab ur recent ask ab inexperienced!lu making out for the first time haha but here is my very best at a first time drabble for you 💝💝💝

it was meant to be a study date.

being in each other’s presence helped you both focus. he was also intellectually equipped that you felt comfortable asking him for help when you needed it. even if it was for something small; he never judged you for it.

but really it was because you liked to hear his voice when he would explain terms to you. or how he would lean close that you could feel his breath tickle your neck. or how he would watch you inventively when he would make you work it out on your own (with his advice, of course).

you had done it again today. you watched his tongue slip between his lips as he read the math problem on your laptop screen. your stomach dropped levels, heat bubbling at the pit.

before he could even process what was going on, you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips. he was just so cute and so kissable, it was impossibly hard not to just smooch him all over his face.

it surprised him, blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. he smiled, breathlessly chuckling. it was that act alone that had you leaning back in for another. him being shy and nervous only fueled your need for him.

this kiss lasted a lot longer than the first because you didn't want to let go. you didn't even want to pull away for air. quite honestly, you didn't mind suffocating to death if it meant you’d be kissing him forever. his lips were just so soft and his inexperience was so endearing.

you pulled away briefly but long enough for you two to catch your breath. you leaned your forehead against his, making him open his eyes. you could feel his tension and see the nervousness in his lack of actions.

“gi," you whispered, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. “it’s okay.” as if to console the overthinking thoughts in his mind.

you leaned back in, taking that opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips. to your shock, he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. it physically made you nauseous in the best way possible.

now, you both took your time. mainly because luigi didn't know what he was doing and you were attempting at teaching him without the words.

you took the lead, holding his wrist. you played with his watch that he always wore as you tilted your head to feel his kisses even deeper. slowly, he started to get the hang of it but it still wasn't enough. his thumb traced circles into your skin as if to relieve his own tension.

but you needed more.

without much thought, you pushed his laptop off his lap and threw your leg over him, straddling him. you pulled away, gauging his reaction. his brows rose and his plumped lips pouted nervously.

“you’re so cute,” you mumble into his lips, leaning back in.

he, of course, didn't stop you. he continued to makeout with you until he pulled away suddenly, a loud sound coming from your lips separating. "this is okay, right?"

“of course, gi.” you giggle, leaning back in.

you kissed for a mere of three more seconds before he pulled away again, setting his hands tentatively on your hips. “this okay too?”

you smile softly. “yes, you’re fine.”

he hummed, this time being the one to pull you back into the kiss as he gripped your hips. your hand that held on to his neck slowly crept up into his curls to tug on them which solicited a groan from him.

you felt his hands roam around your back, almost hovering the spot you knew he wanted to touch the most. and, like you expected, he pulled away again. “can i–”

you interrupted him before he could finish. “you can do whatever, i promise, gi. just please keep kissing me.”

he seemed dazed in adoration at the desperation in your voice but you couldn’t help it. he just nodded, leaning back in and pulling you flush against him.

…heh.. how was that.. #scared 🫠🫠

i love this video sooo much

This video just further proves to me that he runs his mouth like crazy

FAWKKKK I NEED PART 2 RIGHT NEOOOWW

ITS OUTTTTTT GO READDD!!!!!

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Soft Spot Pt. 2 ~ · summary: spring break trip to cabo, luigi gets wiped out, and you’re sent to help him ;) content warni

cyber sex

summary: you and luigi have phone sex. that’s it

warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, squirting

notes: this is part 2 of weak for you ;)

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you’re feeling powerful. why? you sent luigi a nude not even 10 minutes ago.

his response to it? a voice message. you pressed play and there he was, playing with himself, the obscene noises of his hand rubbing up and down his cock, and his pathetic little whimpers being all you could hear.

you think that if you were a greek goddess, luigi wouldn’t just bow, he’d fall to his knees, hands trembling, utterly devoted as he worships at your feet. you love the hold you have over him. you love how you can draw such filthy noises out of him, even though he’s 100 miles away.

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even though you’ve only been apart for a week, it feels like an eternity. you miss him so much. your bed is too large, too empty without him beside you, and the coldness in the space where he’d normally lie lingers in the air. you shift under the covers, but nothing feels right. nothing can fill the void where his warmth used to be. his scent is already fading from the sheets, and the absence of his touch leaves a sad, numb feeling in your chest. you miss the way he’d kiss your forehead so softly, so tenderly, and pull you close, wrapping his arms around you as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the only thing that makes the distance feel even remotely manageable is your nightly facetime calls. it’s become your ritual, something you both cling to when the silence gets too loud and the nights feel too long. the moment the screen would light up and bring his face into view, you’d find that the intense aching in your chest would loosen just a little.

he’d always answer the same way, with a soft, sleepy smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth, like he’d been waiting all day just to talk to you. his hair was usually tousled, his voice low and a little hoarse, and his eyes… god, his eyes… they were always full of something so warm, so tender, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face through the screen.

“i hate sleeping without you,” he murmured one time, voice groggy but sweet. “i hate being in this overpriced hotel bed.”

you knew the feeling all too well. you told him you missed him, and he let out an adorable little whine, running a hand down his face. “don’t say that. you’re gonna make me leave this stupid work trip early and catch the first flight home right now.”

most nights, you’d both fall asleep on call, the phone propped up beside you as if that alone could bridge the distance. his voice would get softer, sleepier, his words slurring together as he’d mumble sweet words to you. one time you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter, “wish i could hold you. wish i could kiss you goodnight.”

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you bring yourself back to reality, and finally type out a response to the beautiful, beautiful voice message that luigi sent you.

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

you listen to it again, and like a moth to a flame, your fingers slide down your stomach, making their way beneath your panties, towards your wet folds. you can’t help it, your body reacts before your mind even has the chance to catch up. this is what he does to you. every time he sends you one of those recordings, his voice low, wrecked, laced with need… it’s like your whole body tunes itself to him.

seeing luigi stroke his cock, hearing his breathy little moans, the rough edge in his voice when he’s right on the edge, completely undoes you. it always has.

a soft, breathless whimper of your boyfriend’s name slips past your lips as you begin to rub your clit, guided by the memory of his touch. you picture the way he’d look at you, eyes dark and hungry, lips parted as he whines about how wet you are.

you shut your eyes, slipping a finger inside your hole, easing it in and out with a slow, teasing rhythm. you ache for luigi, knowing he’d fuck you senseless, hitting spots you could never reach solo, leaving you wrecked in ways your own hands can’t even touch.

and that’s when your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with his name. luigi saw your text, and he’s facetiming you. finally.

your heart skips as you tap to answer. luigi’s face appears, slightly disheveled, his curls wild and untamed. the second he sees you, his lips curl into that soft, shy smile. his heavy breathing fills the speaker, his voice slipping through low, exhausted, and utterly spent.

“hi baby,” he murmurs. “i made a mess for you.”

your heart rate speeds up at his words, and your pussy throbs as you take in the sight of him. he’s most beautiful like this, with flushed cheeks, tousled hair and slightly parted lips. knowing you’re the cause of this sends a shiver down your spine.

“yeah?” you tease, voice soft. “let me see.”

he swallows hard, his shy smile wavering for a moment before he shifts, tilting the phone just enough for you to see the remnants of his cum splattered across his abdomen.

you groan at the sight, heat pounding in your chest. “that should be flooding my pussy and dripping out of my mouth, it’s such a waste like that baby.” you say with a smug smirk, reveling in the mess you’ve turned him into.

his voice is low and ragged, as he sighs. “i know angel… i’d trade everything i have to be able to coat you in my nut and pump it deep inside you right now.” he says, eyes flaring with a hot, feral gleam, a crooked smirk as he gives in to the primal craving you’ve ignited in him.

“i want you to touch yourself.” luigi groans, voice heavy with lust. “please let me watch.”

you oblige, shivering at his words. then a playful smile curves your lips.

you lean back, putting a pillow down between your legs, propping your phone carefully against it, hearing a moan from his end as you do so. now, you’ve given him the perfect view. you’re fully aware that he’s watching your every move. his gaze feels like a burning touch, even through the screen.

“this what you want?” you coo, rubbing your clit slowly, teasingly.

his breath hitches, the camera catching the way his jaw tightens, his fingers flexing like he’s resisting the urge to reach through the screen. “just like that,” he rasps, voice oozing with desire. “don’t stop.”

you grin slyly, dragging your fingers slow and slick over your clit, heat pooling as his stare burns into you. his bare chest rises quicker, sweat shining on his nude skin in the faint light, and his next breath has a raw, hungry edge. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he mumbles, shifting restlessly, his cock jutting up, throbbing clear in the glitchy video. “put a finger in.” he pleads, voice falling into a coarse, urgent whisper, like he’s barely holding on.

you tilt your head back slightly, letting out a soft moan as you obey, easing a finger into your dripping cunt. the stretch is instant, your walls clenching around it, and his shaky exhale crackles through the speaker. “holy shit…” he breathes, eyes locked on the screen, wide and wild, his hand drifting down to grip his cock, stroking it, slow and tight. “that’s it… fuck, you’re so hot, i wish that was my finger.” he mutters, voice trembling with need as you start to move, sliding your finger in and out, the wet sound faint but unmistakable.

your hips twitch, chasing the feeling, and you catch the way luigi’s throat bobs as he watches, totally hooked, totally wrecked.

“see everything?” you ask, slipping a second finger in, stretching yourself wider, your voice breaking as you adjust the phone for a better angle.

his eyes narrow, a rough, “fuck yes,” coming out as you watch him speed up, his fist working his cock faster, veins popping, precum slicking his grip.

“can’t handle it,” luigi pants, hips twitching into his hand, the slick noise syncing with yours. “you’re gonna fucking kill me.” he gasps, voice cracking, and you hum, pushing deeper, your own breath catching as the heat climbs.

“what are you thinking about?” you rasp, voice rough and airy, angling the phone so he can see your fingers plunging in, slick and shiny.

his eyes flare, a ragged groan tearing out as he watches, his hand pumping faster, knuckles taut, cock pulsing and slick with precum. “thinking about that time i bent you over my car hood,” he moans, voice gritty and strained, chest heaving as he jerks himself harder. “fucked the shit outta you, couldn’t get enough of how good you took it.” he mutters, hips jolting, the memory fueling his frenzy and pushing you closer to the brink as your moans sharpen, syncing with his collapse.

you whine sharply at the memory, your fingers stuttering as your pussy clenches tight around them, your juices soaking your hand as you push deeper, hips jerking to chase the sensation, your body trembling under his frantic gaze through the phone.

“what would you do if you were with me right now?” you pant, voice rough and trembling, glancing at the screen as he pumps his cock faster, hand slick with precum, chest rising and falling hard.

his eyes flash with heat, a low groan escaping as he licks his lips. “fuck, i’d shove my face between your thighs, lick you clean, suck you dry til i had you screaming.” he moans.

“then i’d flip you over and fuck you so senselessly you’d feel me for days.” he adds, voice thick with lust, the sheer filth of it sending a shockwave through you, teetering you on the edge.

his eyes burn through the screen, and he slows down his strokes just enough for him to moan out, “it’s your turn baby, what would you do to me if you were here right now?” his voice is rough and low, hand still gripping his pulsing cock.

his chest heaves quick, sweat glistening on his bare skin, and he tilts his head, staring you down, the question lingering heavy as your fingers stutter, heat surging in your core at the thought of being tangled up with him.

you flash him a wicked grin, a ragged breath spilling out as you plunge your fingers deeper into your drenched pussy.

“i’d tie your wrists together with that purple tie you always wear to functions,” you purr, voice rough and playful, “then get on top and ride you so fast that you’d be begging to be set free so you can touch me.”

the thought of that pushes luigi over the edge, and you hear a loud, unrestrained moan spill from him as his fist locks tight around his leaking shaft, cum spilling over his fingers in hot, messy pulses.

the sight of his orgasm, his deep moan cutting through the phone’s speaker, triggers something in you. your breathing becomes irregular, and your fingers thrust deeper, rapid and relentless, chasing the heat twisting tighter inside you. your hips jolt, rocking hard against your hand, slickness flooding your thighs as the coil in your stomach begins to get bigger and bigger.

his eyes, still glazed from his climax, watch you through the screen, raw and piercing.

“that’s it, my baby, moan my name when you cum.” he growls, voice low and insistent, the demand crackling through the phone and jolting down your spine.

a scream rips from your throat, “oh lu!” bursting out in a loud cry, and a fierce gush of wet heat erupts, squirting in a messy, uncontrolled spray that soaks your hand and splatters the sheets. your thighs tremble violently, body convulsing through the relentless tide of pleasure, leaving you breathless, and dazed.

he takes it all in over the call, his gaze sharpening with primal want. “holy shit,” he murmurs, voice rough and winded, a low chuckle slipping through the phone. “you’re fucking unreal, when i get home tomorrow, i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk. for days.”

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hope u all like this 😭😭

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“Historically, Courts rightly presumed that the Executive branch ‘properly discharged its official function.’ With a few exceptions, for over two hundred years the Executive Branch earned the presumption of good faith. Over the last two months, it lost it.”

oh Agnifilo Intrater LLP is NOT fucking around

ughh newly married and he’s just can’t believe he’s able to call u his wife now💔that man CANNOT stop fucking u MORE Thoughts PLS

no like im obsessed with him being obsessed calling you his wife and mrs mangione something about seeing 'the mangiones' on paper makes him melt, kisses your left hand and plays with your rings all the time bc he likes knowing they're there, already talking about babies too ugh shut up esp when fucking and is also always telling u how lucky he is

so obsessed with 'making love' like u guys come back from ur honeymoon and ur def sore lol which leads to a nice bath together ugh like wants u any time; something about the domesticity adn ur love for each other and the intimacy makes him go crazyyy

shy college bf lu headcanons

˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚.🎀⋆ ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚.🎀⋆ ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚.🎀⋆

── .✦ you first met him when you sat next to him in your computer science class. practically as soon as he saw you he was in love, but would never initiate a conversation with you at first bc poor baby was so shy :(

── .✦ at first he thought you thought he was weird because he didn’t talk to you that much, but that changed when you started smiling and saying hi to him when you’d walk past him on campus

── .✦ as the months went on you two started talking a lot more, and you asked him to “tutor” you because you “felt as though there were some parts of computer science you just didn’t understand” but that was a lie you made up for you to be able to spend more time with him outside of class ;)

── .✦ you both became friends on steam, and sometimes when you were both up late at night playing video games and saw that the other was active, you’d message and say “can’t sleep either? :(”

── .✦ one day during one of your “tutoring” sessions you kissed him, and he got so flustered then he kissed you back, and you both ended up making out for an hour straight, and he came in his pants 😛

── .✦ after that day you and him officially became a couple and he was so happy ☹️ he bragged about it to all his friends because he couldn’t believe that he got the chance to be with someone as pretty as you

── .✦ you both have life360 on each other’s phones, not because you don’t trust each other but because you both get worried about one another sometimes

── .✦ one time he checked life360 and saw you were at taco bell, so he sent you a text and said “better bring back some food for me <3”

── .✦ ALWAYS holds your hand while you’re walking around campus together, and especially when you’re walking around other public places

── .✦ once he away somewhere for his family and ended up missing your birthday, so he arranged for flowers to be sent to your dorm with a note attached, saying “i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for your birthday today, i’ll make it up to you when i come back, i love you” with a drawn heart 😣😣

── .✦ speaking of flowers, sometimes he randomly gives you flowers even though it might not be valentine’s day or your birthday because that’s just your sweet boyfriend ☹️☹️

── .✦ you love playing video games with him especially while cockwarming even though he gets really competitive you find it so cute, and you even let him win sometimes so he gets a little ego boost :))

── .✦ he feels as though he can talk to you about anything without you judging him, he trusts you more than he trusts anyone in the world ☹️

── .✦ i said this in my husband lu hcs post and i feel like it also applies here but his lockscreen would definitely be a photo of you sleeping in his arms

── .✦ during sex he’s so scared of getting too rough because he doesn’t wanna hurt you, so you always have to remind him that he can do whatever he wants to you and that you don’t mind 🥰

── .✦ randomly leaves sweet handwritten notes to you lying around for you to find

── .✦ the first time you sucked his cock he came so quick, because the sight of you on your knees pleasuring him was too much for him to handle

── .✦ for your first valentine’s day as a couple he took you to have a picnic at one of his favourite spots, a hill with a beautiful view overlooking the city

── .✦ you stayed there until the late hours of the night and laid on the picnic blanket, stargazing and talking, and since no one else was around you decided to have sex ;)

── .✦ he always goes on and on about you to his family, and they’re dying to meet the girl who makes their son and baby brother so happy :(

── .✦ the first time you had sex you initiated it. it started off with you both cuddling while watching a movie, then you felt bold and decided to straddle him and started to kiss him 😣😣

── .✦ he was into it straight away, grabbing your ass, kissing you back so fast. you took off each other’s clothes, and once you were both naked you sat on his dick and started bouncing on him. he was whimpering the whole time, but towards the end he got more confident and told you to stop moving then started thrusting up into you so roughly, making you scream

── .✦ when he pulled down his pants and you saw his cock for the first time, you were gobsmacked. you couldn’t believe that luigi nicholas mangione, your sweet and shy boyfriend, was packing THAT between his legs 😣

── .✦ loves sucking on your boobs especially while cuddling, when he asked for it for the first time he sounded so ashamed about it, and kept saying “we don’t have to if you find it weird, i’m sorry” but you reassured him that it was alright

── .✦ since he’s so sweet you always find it so hot when he’s rough with you in bed.

── .✦ you found a bunch of books on female pleasure under his bed one day and you blushed like crazy, so you asked him about it and he said “i wanna try what i’ve learnt on you”

── .✦ you’d never squirted before until you met him, he makes you squirt every. single. time.

── .✦ when you both aren’t in the mood for sex and wanna do other things, his favourite thing to do with you is cuddle in bed while he sucks your boobs and rubs your clit

── .✦ you would read books together :( you share them too, one time you saw him reading an interesting book and asked him if you could read it once he was done and he said yes :(

── .✦ the first time he ate you out he came everywhere, you were so lost in your own pleasure when all of a sudden you heard him whimper, and looked down to see that he’d made a mess all over the sheets

── .✦ he never outright asks you for sex, he always either just starts kissing your neck or rubbing your thigh, or you have to just initiate it yourself

── .✦ you always share airpods when you listen to music together, he always has one airpod in his ear and you always have the other airpod in your ear

── .✦ he has so many photos of you on his camera roll, some of them were taken when you weren’t looking

── .✦ is VERY vocal in bed, and has been from the first time you guys had sex

── .✦ tracks your cycle, and whenever you’re ovulating his always comes over wearing grey sweatpants, a grey or black top and his chain around his neck. he also sprays on some of his cologne 😣

── .✦ for halloween one year you wanted to do a couples costume with you as princess peach and him as luigi and he agreed, everyone at the halloween party you guys went to thought you were so cute

── .✦ one time he let you try one of those nose pore strips on him, and when you peeled it off SOOO much gunk came out and you laughed and he blushed

── .✦ comes to you for fashion advice, he approaches you (sometimes with the goofiest outfits on) and is like “baby is this good?”

── .✦ always walks you to class while holding your hand, doesn’t matter if his class is on the other side of campus, he’s still walking you to YOUR class

── .✦ kisses you goodnight while cuddling as he’s about to fall asleep

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omg i hope u guys liked this i love u all smmmm 🥰🥰

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ok but nerdy college luigi trying to get you jealous at a party by talking to another girl but then u leave w another guy and he’s all pouty next morning during lecture 🧘‍♂️

Omg, and he’s just sitting there with his arms crossed, lips all pouty, nose scrunched up, looking like the biggest diva to ever walk into a room