Luigi At A Halloween Party (2019) + Crumbs

after reading kfa’s new motion

LMFAOOO

Horny ass bitch

and PROUD! put that shit on my gravestone!

happy birthday to our angel and the only man that exists 🤓🤖💭💤🤍 i love you

😣😣😣😣

THE DINER

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: please don’t call the cops, they’ll make luigi stop, and he just wants to talk!

WARNINGS: this is DARK so pls read these. dubcon, cnc(?), manipulation, stalking, p in v, bondage, breaking in, choking, dark!luigi my FAVVV LFGGG!!!

NOTES: soo i started writing this as a short imagine and got carried away. i am obsessed with dark lu, plz stalk me pretty boy,,,

luigi was never one to be girl-obsessed.

sure, he had lots of crushes on girls, went on dates, even had a few girlfriends here and there. yet nothing ever seemed to stick, as luigi would always feel that the other person never truly understood him. he'd get bored, always longing for more. nobody ever lived up to his standards, and as time passed, his priorities shifted.

until one day, when you appeared in his life.

pink soft lips that were tinted with gloss, eyes glazed up at him in awe; it took almost everything in him not to fuck you right then and there in the mail room.

it started off innocent; it seemed as if the two of you left the same apartment complex at the same time every morning for work. sometimes, luigi got to hold the door open for you, or stop the elevator door from closing on you.

luigi would finally work up the courage to start greeting you with a warm smile and a "g'morning ms. neighbor."

he noticed the way your cheeks flushed, shyly smiling up at him and mumbling a soft greeting back.

then, on a busy day at the apartment, you and luigi were the last to file into the small elevator, seeing as you both lived on the fourth floor.

there had to be, what, almost seven people crammed into this elevator? you were stood directly in front of luigi, the lack of space forcing your backside to be pressed up against the front of him.

you felt him hover behind you, breath hitched as the elevator began its journey upwards, causing you to stumble back and press into him harder.

that was the moment it happened for him; he took in the scent of your silky hair, your ass pressing into his strained cock before he wrapped his giant hand around your stomach, quick to keep you balanced. luigi swore you felt it too, by the way you gasped at the motion.

reaching the fourth floor with the ding of the elevator, you both stepped out.

"thank you." you had innocently smiled up at him.

after that, he finally let it consume him. he let you consume him. what started as a pure crush slowly transformed into a full-blown obsession.

he started to memorize the exact time you'd leave for work, and the exact time you'd arrive back home.

he even memorized your laundry days, where he was quick to slip in and out of the community laundry room, shoving a pair of your underwear into his pocket.

the days you'd leave at night, he'd start to follow you.

at first it was only to your car, just to ensure your safety, he'd tell himself. then he wondered, did you belong to somebody else?

so he'd carefully watch as you'd go out to the bars with friends, restaurants, and his particular favorite spot, the library. never seen with any other man, though. he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he felt like he needed to be your protector.

luigi would go to his favorite diner every friday, and write you letters. letters about how perfect you were, about your future together, about how you belonged to him. he’d slip them near your mailbox, yet you never seemed to actually receive them.

the nights were his worst enemy— knowing you were so close to him, and who knows what you were doing all alone?

he’d lie there on his back, shirtless and jaw clenched, hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. he would imagine you on your knees, taking his entire length until you gagged so hard your eyes would water. pumping up and down, he’d moan out your name until he reached his climax.

one night, luigi took it too far.

you’d left your apartment, turning the corner to the elevator. once out of sight, luigi took it upon himself to rush to your door, barely holding it open before it closed shut. he pulled the black gator mask up over his mouth and nose before heading in.

he was inside.

he slowly poked around, taking in every inch of the place you called home. he was taking a notice to the books you had placed on a bookshelf, when he hears the lock on the front door jiggling.

panicked, luigi shoved himself into a small storage closet in the hallway.

peeking through the slit of the door, there you were, in his sight. you dropped a package down on your kitchen counter, sighing to yourself.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you.

this was luigi’s only chance to escape— he waited a few minutes before slowly turning the doorknob, pushing the door open with no noise.

that’s when he heard it.

the soft hum of a vibrator, buzzing with life behind your door.

“mmm— fuck, luigi.”

luigi’s throat almost caught on fire, a burning sensation flaring in his stomach. you couldn’t have just said what he thought you said, right?

he quietly pressed his ear up to your door, now able to hear you much more prominently.

“just like that, oh my god, luigi.” you panted out to nobody.

it’s like he couldn’t stop himself— he knew it was a terrible idea, yet his body reacted before his mind could interject the idea.

and before he knows it, he is greeted with the most beautiful sight he’s swore he’s ever seen.

you’re lying on your back, completely bare and exposed. your back is arched, legs spread open as if you were welcoming luigi into them. you had a small blue vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed.

that is, until you hear the door open, and your eyes fling open in shock. horrified, you’re frozen in place as you look up at the man, standing casually in your door frame.

you’re quick to turn the vibrator off, pulling your comforter over your bare body. “what the hell are you doing?” you practically shriek, backing up into the corner of your bed frame.

in seconds, luigi rushes to your side. you react to this, shoving yourself further into the corner and pulling your covers over your head. “hey, stop!”

“i just wanna talk.” his voice is dark.

his hands are everywhere, as if even he’s trying to figure out what to do with them. you thrash against his pull, but it’s too late. he’s got his hands wrapped around your hips, pulling your comforter down so he can see your face.

you’re looking at each other for a brief second— and you realize you know who this is. half of his face is concealed, but you’d recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. his curly dark hair was disheveled, eyes tired as he pulled the mask down to reveal his unshaven face.

you open your mouth to scream, but you’re too late. luigi presses one of his large hands to your mouth, the other still wrapped around your hip, pressing you into the mattress. you squirmed beneath him, yet you knew he was much stronger than you.

“hi, pretty,” luigi stared at you in awe as you finally stopped wriggling underneath his grasp. “you’ve no idea what i’ve got in store for us.”

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his hand pressed so hard against your mouth that it was starting to make your jaw sore. all you could do was shake your head ‘no’ at him.

which, he ignored. he didn’t even know where he wanted to start with you, couldn’t believe he finally was in this position. he’d only dreamt of the things he was going to do to you once he finally got ahold of you.

“i’m gonna take my hand away, and you’re gonna stay quiet, understood?” luigi asked. you lied there, frozen and unable to respond. “let me know you understand, baby.”

you slowly nodded your head up and down, eyes widened as you stared up at him. you cringed at the pet-name. he was currently sat on the edge of your bed, using all of his weight to hold you down. you weren’t squirming anymore, but he couldn’t risk giving you a moment to flee.

he slid his hand away from your mouth, and you gasped at the ability to take a deep breath.

“wh- what do you want from me?” you whimpered pathetically, which tugged at luigi’s heart strings. you were so helpless beneath him, and this only sent the blood rushing straight to his cock.

“i don’t want anything from you,” he started, stroking your hair gently. the motion made you flinch, yet you let it continue. “i want you.”

that’s when you took a chance.

his grip on your hip had loosened as he caressed your hair, and you took this as an opportunity to get away from him. you jolted upright, mustering enough strength to attempt pushing luigi off of the bed, giving you an escape path.

only, luigi didn’t budge when you pushed him. he swayed back a bit, but it was nothing that caught him off guard.

he chuckled at you cockily before standing up, and you tried to bolt around him. before you could pass him, luigi gripped onto both of your shoulders, body slamming you back down onto the bed.

“please!” you yelled underneath the man. he was on top of you now— his entire weight held you down, his hands angrily shaking you by your shoulders. not to the point where it’d hurt you, but rather as a way to get you to listen to him.

“oh, don’t give me that.” he scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “who was the one moaning my name?”

your face flushed with embarrassment— he wasn’t wrong.

“get off of me, luigi! this isn’t funny-“

“i was never joking.” his tone is dark, much like the look in his eyes. you really get to take in his features now, being so close to him. his face was lined with scruff as the black gator mask hung from his neck. he had a black beauty mark on his cheek, and his eyes looked so tired. breathing heavily, your eyes met his as he hovered above you. “so pretty, you’re so pretty baby.” he mumbled, mesmerized by you for a few seconds. your eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his darkened eyes.

that’s when they were on you— all over you, actually. his cold lips met yours with haste, pressing into you deeply. you kissed him back, yet your mind still resented this. his tongue eagerly dipped into your mouth, swirling against your own before pulling away. he kissed your cheek, your neck, your tits— his body mass still kept you pressed to your mattress.

“please-“ you half-moaned, all you could do was watch. “you don’t have to do this.” you weakly protested.

“shh, bellisima,” luigi cooed against your bare stomach, his words sending chills down your spine. he pulled away, watching you carefully to make sure you stayed put.

in one swift motion, he pulled his shirt off of his head, biting down on the fabric and letting it hang from his mouth. he took you by your legs, pulling you down further on the bed. you lied there on your back as he took both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. taking his shirt out of his mouth, he then used it to tie your wrists together, above your head.

you fought it at first, thrashing your hands away. but luigi was too strong, and had you tied up in minutes.

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted to see you like this,” luigi mumbled, propping himself up on his knees so he could take you in. you lied there, completely bare and all for him to take. your hands were tied above your head, too weak to do anything about it. he leaned into your ear, “i know you’ve thought about this too, about us.” he hissed.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” luigi muttered before lying down next to you. he took in every curve, imperfection, and detail there was to you. you lied there, motionless as tears began to spill from your eyes. he ignored them, and began tracing your stomach with his fingertips. this sent electricity through your entire being, the sensitivity of him barely touching you forcing you to buck your hips upwards. “and so needy, mmm.”

“just let me go.” you persisted, back arched against his touch.

“i just want to help you, baby. can’t you see that?” luigi tried explaining before sitting upwards, placing his large hand on your inner thigh. you gasped at the motion, his hand rubbing circles on that sweet spot against the inside of your leg.

“help me with what?” you demanded, your body slowly giving into luigi’s pleasure. your stomach fluttered as his middle finger made its way towards your clit.

“shh, let me just show you.”

with that, luigi’s middle finger and index finger were pressed firmly together, rubbing your clit with slow, agonizing circles. you were already stimulated from before luigi showed up, so this felt like torture. you shifted underneath him, wriggling at his touch.

“see, feels better than that little toy you got, yeah?” he asked, not expecting an answer. you ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure soared through you.

“look at me.” he commanded, and you ignored him, keeping your eyes locked shut.

“fucking look at me.” luigi hissed, a short warning before he plunged his two fingers into your core, slick with you. you gasped loudly, eyes flying open as luigi started to fuck you with just his fingers. the pleasure felt unlike anything you’ve experienced before— his fingers curled against those sweet spots that lied deep within. “mhm, my good girl.” he praised you, only picking up speed.

“oh my god—“ you choked out, arms still raised above your head. you couldn’t do anything besides squirm against the pleasure, something that almost sent luigi over the edge. his fingers kept a daringly fast pace and you wondered how he wasn’t tired.

“feels good, yeah baby? you like when these hands fuck you?” he teased, licking his lips at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. all you could do is whimper in response, panting and nodding rapidly. what were you doing?

“god— i can’t wait any longer. don’t fucking move.” luigi demands aggressively, pulling his fingers out of you. they drip with you, and you whine at the bare feeling of him abandoning you. he notices this, and smirks devilishly. “so impatient, yeah? you want this dick?”

“please.” you pleaded— you weren’t sure if it was for him to stop or keep going. before slipping off his sweats, luigi takes both of the fingers that once were inside of you, and raises them to your mouth.

“open.” he commands, and you do. he slides his two long, bulky fingers onto your tongue and you close your lips around them, sucking hard. he slides them so deep that they reach the back of your throat, forcing you to gag lightly. “you’re doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl.” he rewarded you once again, and you decide to surprise him by swirling your tongue around his fingers.

“fuck—“ he groaned. you sent him over the edge. he pulls his fingers out of you, then slides his sweats all the way off, along with his underwear. his cock springs out, and the size is enough to make you panic.

your eyes widen, and you instinctively back up against the head board at the size of his length.

“uh uh,” luigi commands, quick to grab you by your legs and pull you back downwards. “it’s only gonna hurt for a little baby, but you’re gonna take it.”

“no—“ you choked out, eyes glossy.

“don’t be afraid of me,” luigi stroked himself a few times before he was sat in-between your legs, holding them down so he was sure you weren’t able to go anywhere. “i’m what you need.”

“t-too big.” was all you could manage, and he chuckles.

“let’s stretch you out then, yeah?”

without another warning, luigi spit in his hand and stroked himself again, lining his tip up to your core. he wasted no time inserting himself into you, and it took everything in him to not slam his entire length against your cervix.

“owww!” you cried out as the tip of his cock buried inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed, nails digging into his back.

“mmm.” luigi purred into your ear, letting himself stretch you out before pushing himself deeper into you. your eyes blurred, pain searing throughout your lower body.

“luigi—“ you cried. “it- it hurts. stop.”

“pay attention to this, instead.” he instructed before pressing his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly. you cried out, attempting to lift a hand to push his mouth away, but you’re still tied down. he pushed his cock further into you, a deep moan against your skin. he took it upon himself to then bite down at your skin, leaving you howling in pain.

your eyes seared with wetness, the sensation in your neck tingling against his canines as he bit down again, this time even harder. the skin broke, leaving deep blue and purple marks.

he was finally buried deep inside of you— his cock stretching you more than you’ve ever been before. he lingered for a second, looking up at you and wiping the tears away.

“so beautiful.” he whispered before pulling himself out of you, then slamming back in at full force. your entire body seized beneath him, feeling electrified in a way you’ve never felt before.

luigi started slow, yet hard. he rammed into you agonizingly slow, hitting your cervix when he’d go all of the way. his eyes were locked onto yours during every thrust, you biting your lip as obscenities flew from your mouth.

“focus on this, baby.” his voice rasped, and he bit down on your collarbone this time, earning a yelp from you. surprisingly, it was working. the harder he’d bite, the less you felt the pain of you stretching wider to fit his length. “that’s it, my pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin.

buzzing beneath him, you started to jerk your hips into him, signaling you wanted him to pick up the pace.

“so fuckin’ needy, want me to fill you up, yeah? claim you so you’re all mine.” he growled, his words heavy against your ear.

“i’m not yours…” you trailed, whining. you knew this would potentially set him off, force him to fuck you faster.

“no?” he asked tauntingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continued fucking you slowly. he squeezed hard— then harder, and harder, until you started to see black specks cling to your vision. “not mine, huh? sure fuckin’ looks like you belong to me.”

and you were right, this did set him off.

he wrapped his other hand around your throat as well, squeezing as he finally picked up his pace. the pain you once felt now turned into aching pleasure. you felt your lower stomach pit with that heavy feeling— you were becoming seemingly close.

beads of sweat pooled at luigi’s forehead, his hands still glued to your throat as a necklace. you couldn’t focus on one thing: luigi’s cock plunging into you rapidly, your vision becoming blurred from how hard he was choking you, and the pleasure building within. it was all becoming too much, and you needed a release.

“come on baby, come on.” he encouraged you along, angrily bucking his hips so hard that the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together rapidly. he removed his firm grasp from your throat, a bruise already forming. “god, i’m fuckin’ obsessed with you, y/n. you’re all i think about.”

“i’m— fuck! i’m cumming, lu.” you said through clenched teeth, voice barely above a whisper from how hard he had choked you previously. you let yourself release all over him, your body shuddering in pure satisfaction.

luigi was quick to follow, a few more ragged pumps sending him into his own euphoria. he moaned deep into your ear— a sound you were sure you needed to get tattooed on yourself. he pulled himself out of you before stroking himself, letting his white substance pour all over your stomach.

“oh my god,” he huffed, lazily sprawling out next to you. “y/n- i.” he started as he began untying your wrists.

you were quick to rise to your feet, not caring if you made a mess. before he realized, you were already down the hallway and in your bathroom, door locked.

luigi was seconds behind you, banging at the door the second it slammed in his face. “fuck— y/n! let me take care of you.” he pleaded, pawing at the doorknob.

you took a huge deep breath before taking a good look into the mirror.

huge purple marks dotted your neck, the spots where he bit. you leaned over the counter, wincing as your fingertips grazed over them. a thick, blue ring lined your neck, where his hands once resided.

“holy fuck.” you mumbled to yourself. your hair was a mess, and your makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“baby—“

you swung the door open, greeted by a naked luigi. he stood there, eyes soft this time as he cupped your face in his hands.

it’s like he fucked you dumb, or maybe you were still in shock. you said nothing as he walked you over to your shower, wrapping a towel over your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the tub portion.

he started the water, rubbing your leg as he did so.

“let’s clean you up, yeah?” he questioned, and all your could do was nod, your brain mush.

he slid you down into the warm, comforting water. you didn’t even realize it, but you were still shaking ever since he made you finish. you sat there, looking up at the man in awe, as he washed every portion of your body. he’d talk to you, ask you questions, but you just watched. it was as if you were too stunned to speak, cast under a spell by this italian man.

once done, he lifted you out bridal style, your naked body pressed against his. drying you off, he spotted a white fluffy robe, and wrapped it around your body.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you.” luigi spoke calmly, his voice as smooth as honey. “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

all you could do was nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he picked you up once again.

he set you down on your bed, the sheets a brazen mess from recent events.

“don’t leave.” you choked out.

“now she talks,” luigi grins down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “i’m not.”

luigi carefully watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing slowly becoming heavier with sleep. he watched as you quietly snored peacefully, sending you somewhere else deep in your mind.

“goodnight, pretty.” he kissed your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “finally mine.”

!!!!

really over these characters that insert and establish themselves as ‘leaders’ of certain lu communities and then use their ‘position’ as some sort of policing authority to speak on and for a man they do not know!

ik w/ like the party girls and the legal fund, that’s ultimately a benefit and a plus for lu but wtf has ms clubmangione accomplished by attacking other lu supporters publicly and making fun of him on twitter (and in letters TO HIM) etc etc etc lmfao it’s ridiculous and embarrassing and i just had to get that out sorry

why do you think you are owed anything from lu or his team bc u started a twt space and helped minors write letters to him

omg 😩😩😩

luigi mangione - the man that will stop fucking you because he knows he’s about to nut too fast so he eats your pussy to calm himself down before continuing 😣

soft spot ~

summary: you’re in the massage therapy program at upenn and luigi asks for some help! ;)

hii, first time posting something of my own but ive had this idea since like february when i made this acc. so for this fic’s sake just pretend UPenn has a massage therapy program lolll and reader and luigi are within the same friend group but not as close until this lolll. also id appreciate advice on writing if anyone would like to leave a tip or two! okay enjoy!!

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deep into the spring semester— a random thursday night. so close to the weekend but not yet friday.

luigi— ever the star student makes a surprise appearance in the shared snapchat group you all have with friends.

luigi 🤓:

still got an hour left of TA duties and my back is KILLING me. can’t even sleep comfortably anymore smh.

matt 💩:

somebody get ahold of shorty with the massage therapy license

micaela 👻:

yall are so unserious lmfaooo

you:

you guys are so irritating yess im in the massage therapy program but i don’t have license yet

am i the damn campus chiropractor now??

nathan 🦾:

LUIGI BOUTTA GET HIS BACK BLOWN OUT PROFESSIONALLY

cue the chat blowing up with laughter

luigi 🤓: assholes lmfaooo..

though weighing his options behind the screen, he decides to just bite the bullet and ask you in private.

luigi 🤓:

hey if you’re really need the practice im down to be your test dummy

my back just really aches

you:

Looollll yeah if you have the chance come over later you know where my dorm is

luigi 🤓:

bet. thank you.

almost an hour and a half later you hear the faintest knocks on your door. opening it to find luigi, freshly showered, curls wet, grey sweats, and a upenn sweatshirt.

“hey..”

you lean against the door smiling, “come in, get comfortable”

luigi steps and takes a look around, a bit nervous, “uhh should i take my shoes off?”

“yeah, it’ll make it easier for me to fold you like a pretzel” you giggle at your own joke.

the look he gives you is priceless, followed by his own laughter and “seriously? you all play too much” before taking a seat on your bed.

he sits there a moment longer, hands resting on his knees like he’s in an actual doctor’s office.

“lu..”

“huh?” he turns his attention back to you.

“i can’t really work through your sweatshirt.. take it off for me”

“oh right, my bad” he laughs and finally tugs his sweatshirt over his head and you take that as the perfect chance to admire his bare chest.

“lay down for me,” you tell him as you pat your bed behind him. “on your stomach.”

he hesitates for a second before mumbling a quiet “okay,” and turns around.

italian giant in your girly bed, face half-buried in your pillow,

“is this fine?”

You smile and say, “perfect!”

without warning, you straddle him and sit down on the back of his thighs to get a good angle. you feel him tense up and laugh, “oh cmon gigi relax, you came to me for help remember?”

pouring some massage lotion into your hands, you press them into the broad expanse of lu’s back— firm and slow, working through his shoulder blades like you kind of know what you’re doing.

unbeknownst to you, luigi feels like he’s being tortured. the weight of you sitting on his thighs, the warmth of your hands gliding over his skin, the tips of your fingers digging deep enough to pull little airy breaths and sighs out of him without even thinking.

your voice breaks the comfortable silence, “damn, gi you’re really tense”

“yeah well ive been hunched over my computer all week grading assignments, it’s starting to weigh on me,” he huffs a laugh but cuts himself off when your hands drag lower on his back and press into a particularly tense spot— letting out low and gravelly groan.

so deep and involuntary, you both freeze.

“Lu… you good?”

voice muffled by your pillow, he replies, “yeah yeah M’fine”

but his hands clenching your comforter, knuckles white, doesn’t get past you. you press your thumbs back into that same tense spot— testing him.

letting out that same uncontrollable groan and not going unnoticed by you— his hips jerk, grinding up into your mattress as if his body is begging for a release he’s too scared to ask you for.

“…lu…did you just?”

“M’just sensitive, you mustve hit a nerve or something”

you hum, unconvinced, still working out the rest of his lower back. then, you sit up a little, straddling his thighs, and running your hands down his sides like it’s nothing.

“Mmm,” you murmur, “well… im basically done with your back.”

you pause, letting your voice drop, sweet, and teasing.

“flip over, lu. might as well take care of your chest too.”

his breath stutters, body tensing under you, and he hesitates because he knows, he knows if he turns over something’s going to change.

you wait for him— quiet, not moving, patient, and watching the back of his curls like you can hear the internal battle he’s having.

after a beat, he lets out a defeated and shy, “…okay.”

shifting slow, careful and avoiding eye contact, he turns over laying flat on his back but immediately throws an arm over his eyes, absolutely refusing to see whatever look you’re giving him right now.

your eyes drop and then go WIDE. because holy shit… the tent in his grey sweatpants is massive. thick and heavy against his thigh— straining.

you clear your throat, swallowing down the wicked little grin threatening to spread across your face. “alright,” you murmur, “relax for me.”

your hands start at his shoulders, kneading them slow, steady, ignoring his obvious problem though your eyes definitely keep flickering down to the way he’s so hard, desperate, and soooo shy about it.

your hands travel lower, down his chest, over his stomach, tracing almost every line of him, until you’re teasing just at the waistband of his sweats. your fingers ghosting right where his soft skin meets the fabric. and that’s when you feel it. his stomach twitches under your hands and he not so subtly peeks, dark eyelashes peeking out below his forearm.

that’s exactly when you lean in— voice a little softer now and just above a whisper, “wow,” you murmur, “school’s got you all worked up, huh?”

luigi lets out the softest groan, full of embarrassment and arm shifting to cover the entirety of his face now. “It’s—“ he stutters, “it’s not like that.”

but you’re already grinning because his body has already given him away— needy, twitchy, and hard against his sweats as if it has a mind of its own.

so your hands travel lower, slow and casual right over his waistband. until your palm is ghosting over the thick outline of him, barely touching him but just enough to see his hips jerk up like the interaction shocked him.

“relax lu,” you hum, giggling softly, “M’just trying to help”

another stroke, but this time you cup him fully, watching the way his breath stutters so sharply. “…fuck,” he whines— quiet, but already a bit wrecked.

“mmm,” you purr, squeezing just a bit more, “definitely got some more tension to work out here.”

dragging your palm along the thick outline of him again and that’s all it takes— luigi’s hips lift off the bed without him even thinking. helplessly chasing your touch.

and when your hand moves away— teasing him, that’s when you hear it, soft and barely above a whisper, “please… don’t stop.”

you laugh— low and dangerously sweet. “that’s all you had to say baby.”

your fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, giving him plenty of time to stop you if he really wanted to but he doesn’t.

and then, you finally free him. thick, heavy, and flushed a deep red at the tip, already leaking from how long he’s been worked up under your hands.

you take your sweet time wrapping your hand around him— slow and warm. giving a lazy stroke from base to tip that has his hips jolting right off the bed again. a broken little gasp tearing out of him, “f-fffuck— oh my god—“

the wet sounds of your hand moving up and down him get more insistent. the way his hips keep lifting, restless, frantically chasing every pass of your hand has you absolutely enamored by the once shy boy.

you stroke him again— your fist twisting just right at his tip, catching that sensitive little spot that has him gasping so desperately.

he’s biting his bottom lip, trying to keep quiet, trying to hold himself together. but you slow your pace and teasingly drag your thumb across the head— “shit—“ he lets out, hips stuttering, “faster, pl-please go faster.”

you blink and pause, “you want it faster lu?” you ask, “is that what you need baby?”

he nods, fast— face flushed red all the way down to his chest. “mmhmmm, y-yeah i need it.” he chokes out, hips already moving again into your closed fist.

and you give it to him without hesitation. fingers tightening around him and your wrist flicking harder and faster. your strokes pick up their rhythm, wet and noisy now, almost obscene in the silence of your dorm room, accompanied by the sweet, sinful noises you’re pulling out of him.

“f-fuck— oh my god— don’t stop— please don’t stop—“

his thighs trembling, stomach tensing every time your hand meets the base of his cock, and then back up with just the right twist at the top.

your hands keep working him fast, slick, and filthy and every stroke has him getting closer and closer until— you notice his thighs shift under you, spreading a little wider and his hips tipping up into your fist like his body just needs to be closer to you.

and then slowly and shakily, he props himself up on his elbows. dark curls messy across his forehead, face flushed, and his chest rising and falling in sharp, desperate little pants. you look up to see his eyes— blown wide, locked right on you.

his lips part as you slow your pace again, “p-please—“ he pants, “let me cum— i need it so bad— please.”

it knocks the air out of your chest. sweet and shy luigi begging for you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

your voice comes out low and sultry, “yeah? that bad?” and he nods, his curls bouncing a bit at the movement.

“s’bad—can’t— please let me cum— please.” and you stroke him a little faster and grip him tighter and the sound you rip out of him is raw.

“pleasepleaseplease— wanna cum for you— please” and it’s like he’s not even aware of how much he’s begging anymore, only sure of the immense pleasure you’re giving him.

your voice drops low and firm, “then give it to me lu.”

and it’s like his whole body snaps— hips jerking up into your fist, head tipped all the way back, curls sticking to his forehead, and mouth falling open to let out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard him make.

“Ah—fuuuuuuuck—“

hot ropes of cum spill out of him, messy and hard splattering all over your hand and his stomach. twitching through it so hard, his elbows almost give out, but he rides it out. tilting his head back up to watch your hand slowly milk every last drop from him as his breath comes out in panting little whines.

until finally, he slumps back against your bed. completely wrecked, chest heaving, and his lashes fluttering heavy against his red cheeks.

you lean over to press the softest kiss to his cheek, right against his warm skin. letting him know, “gonna clean you up okay?” and then slip off the bed, padding over to your bathroom, coming back with a damp towel.

luigi’s still laid out where you left him, now with his eyes barely cracked open, watching you like you’re an angel that’s come down from heaven. you settle between his legs again and carefully start cleaning him up— wiping the mess from his stomach and his softening cock.

you glance up to get a good look at him and catch the heavy look he’s giving you. it makes something curl in your chest. your fingers skim over his tip, collecting a small bead of cum still clinging there and without breaking eye contact, you bring it to your mouth and suck it clean off.

luigi lets out a sound that’s in between a whimper and a laugh.

hours later, your dorm is quiet.

you’re tucked into bed still smelling like your massage lotion and him, scrolling absently on your phone, and your dim fairy lights casting soft shadows across your room.

and just as you’re plugging in your phone for the night, ready to sleep, your screen lights up with a snapchat notification.

luigi 🤓:

thank u again for earlier like fr

feels like i’ll actually be able to sleep tn

you smile, heart swelling at the thought of him still not over your hang out. and then the screen lights up again.

luigi 🤓:

sooo when can i book a second appointment?

you:

depends…

your back still hurting baby?

delivered, read, yet no reply. not for a whole minute.

and then:

luigi 🤓 is typing…

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to be continued?

bliss

warnings: none just fluff :)

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you always tease your boyfriend for being a heavy sleeper. honestly, the world could be ending, and he’d still be snoring his little head off. he always blushes and denies it, but you’ve seen the proof. especially this morning.

you hear your alarm that you set last night blaring as you wake from your slumber, feeling the warmth of the bed, of the boy in your arms who’s dead to the world, who has his face nestled between your breasts like they’re his personal pillow.

“lu…” you utter his name softly, while trying to move. “i have to get up and get ready for work, and so do you. you gotta go to work too.”

he doesn’t budge. not even a little. you just hear a sleepy sigh come out of him as he burrows further into you like a stubborn cat.

“lu,” you try again, shaking his shoulder gently. still nothing. how he’s able to sleep through your alarm blaring as loud as a siren you will never understand.

you huff, resorting to poking his cheek. “come on, baby, wake up.”

finally, you gently lift up his head and press a kiss to both of his cheeks, showing his beauty marks some love, then…

“i’m up, i’m up,” he mumbles groggily, cracking one eye open.

you roll your eyes, but the fond smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “and you always love to tell me that you aren’t a heavy sleeper.”

he groans dramatically, planting kisses onto your breasts. “shut up…” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

you smile wider. he’s always such a soft baby in the mornings.

“anyway,” you giggle, slipping your fingers into his rowdy curls and giving them a light tug. “we need to shower.”

he sighs, reluctant, his head now buried in the crook of your neck. “too early…” he murmurs, his voice still sleepy.

“you say that every morning,” you tease, nudging him. “come on, we both have jobs to get to. besides, you smell like sleep and laziness.”

“meannnnnn!” he whines, finally letting you go and stretching with a yawn. you take the opportunity to grab your phone and finally put an end to your deafening alarm.

“thank you,” you coo, giving the phone a triumphant glare before tossing it aside.

luigi groans again but sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “do we have toooo?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. his eyes are half open, and your heart melts as you take in just how much he resembles an innocent little boy getting dragged out of bed on a weekend.

“yes we have to,” you smile as you get out of bed to stand up and stretch. “i told you baby, we both have to go to work, otherwise we’ll both be poor!” you giggle again, taking his hand to remove him from the comfort of the blankets.

he sighs, but eventually, follows you toward the bathroom. he stumbles behind you, clinging to your hand as if he might fall back into bed if you let go.

you enter the bathroom, flicking on the light as he exhales, still clinging to you. “too bright…” he mutters, squinting.

you let go of his hand and pull your underwear, the only piece of clothing you wore to bed last night, off. it always got too warm in your room at night, so underwear was the only thing you’d wear to sleep. luigi never minded though, it meant that he could just snuggle his face into your breasts like a baby.

“now come on,” you nudge him playfully. “strip!”

he sluggishly hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his calvin kleins. with a tired huff, he pulls them down, stepping out of them clumsily, still half asleep. you can’t help but smile as he wobbles slightly, blinking against the bathroom light. he’s just so cute.

even when he’s in this state, he’s beautiful. you’ve always loved his body. yes you love it in a sexual way, but also in a way that makes your heart feel content. the way his toned abs glisten in the bathroom lighting, the subtle definition along his waist, the faint marks from where he’s stretched and grown. he’s warm and familiar, the kind of person who feels like home even when he’s doing something as simple as standing there, blinking sleepily at you.

you’re snapped back to reality when you hear him ask you a question, his voice not sounding sleepy anymore, but rather shy.

“why are you staring at me?”

you blink, caught, but you don’t deny it. instead you step forward, softly running a hand down his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “i just love looking at you.” you admit.

luigi blinks at you for a second before a slow, lopsided smirk tugs at his lips. the shyness gone, his eyes now shimmering with something smug. “yeah?” he hums, tilting his head. “can’t get enough of me, huh?”

you roll your eyes and plant a kiss on his cheek, before pulling your hand away from his chest and heading towards the shower. “don’t let it get to your head now!” you tease, though the fondness in your voice betrays you.

he chuckles, standing up a little straighter, clearly enjoying the attention. “too late.”

just as you step into the shower, you feel his hand smack your bare ass, making you yelp.

“luuuuu!” you squeal, and you whirl around to find him grinning, looking far too pleased with himself.

“sorry,” he hums, not looking sorry at all. “saw the opportunity right in front of me and i just had to take it. especially when you’re right in front of me looking like that.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but with the way your boyfriend is rubbing the sleep crust from his tear ducts, looking all adorable, makes it impossible for you to be angry at him. not that you are angry, if anything you love it. you love the way that even though he’s half asleep, he’s still playful. you love the way that he feels as though he can touch any part of your body without hesitation.

shaking your head, you turn on the shower and grab his wrist, tugging him under the water. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet you love me,” he teases, pressing a wet kisses to your forehead. “you love me sooo much.”

you try to feign nonchalance, but you can’t help but smile. “i do.”

the warm water flows over both of you, the steam rising around you, creating a soft, peaceful haze. luigi’s grin fades into a relaxed smile as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his damp chest.

he lets out a happy huff, one hand gently running through your hair as he holds you close.

“this is nice,” he murmurs, placing kisses into your now wet hair. “mornings like this… make getting up early almost worth it.”

you smile against him, savoring the simple comfort of being wrapped up in his embrace. “see? waking up early isn’t all bad!” you tease.

he chuckles quietly, rubbing your back as the water continues to get warmer. “maybe… but only if i get to do this with you every morning.”

you tighten your hold on him, feeling his warmth seep into you. work, your other responsibilities, all of a sudden seem so far away. right now, it’s just the two of you, sharing this quiet, blissful moment.

you could get used to this.

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i’m so sorry if this is bad omg i haven’t written anything in years! i thought that after today’s news that this might lift the mood :) let me know what u guys think of this!! love u all!!

luigi and traveling to Latin America is a need 😣

Latiendo por ti

They were supposed to be off the grid,two weeks away from everything. No alarms. No deadlines. No noise.Just sun. Sweat. And each other.But he hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected her like this. Luigi leaned against the sun-warmed wall of a faded coral building, hands tucked in his pockets, sweat gathering at the base of his neck. Across the street, she was laughing with the old woman at the arepa cart, speaking Spanish so quickly it sounded like singing. Her hands moved just as much as her mouth, and her voice rose and dipped like a melody.

He didn’t understand a word.

But God, he understood her.

A tu manera, descomplicado,

en una bici que te lleve a todos lados…

The lyric drifted from a nearby radio. Someone had the volume up. He recognized the song now,it had been playing in different corners of this town since they got here. On balconies. In taxis. In little shops packed with fruit. The rhythm always the same. Joyful. Free. She turned and waved him over, barefoot again, hair wild and windblown.

“Bebé—come try this! Es como el de mi mamá.”

He blinked. “You said… this is like your mom’s?”

“Yes,” she laughed. “And also that if you don’t come eat it, I’m gonna give it to someone else.”

“Rude,” he muttered, crossing the street.

She handed him the arepa with a proud little smile, and he kissed her cheek, still warm from the sun. He took a bite, and closed his eyes.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.” She looked smug.

“No, seriously. I don’t even know what this is. But I want ten.”

“That’s what happens when you trust me.”

“You’re impossible,” he mumbled, full-mouthed.

“And you are lucky I love you.” She bumped her hip into his. “Even if you still say ‘arepa’ like you’re ordering a spell.”

He groaned.

“Una cartica que yo guardo donde te escribí…”

The lyrics spilled from the same speaker.

She hummed along without thinking, the song clearly embedded in her bones.

“What’s that part mean?” he asked.

She glanced at him, surprised. “You actually wanna know?”

“I mean… it’s been stuck in my head for three days.”

She stepped closer, slipping her fingers through his. “It means… ‘a little letter that I keep where I wrote to you…about how I dream of you, and how I love you so much.’”

Luigi didn’t say anything. Just stared at her like his chest had been split open.

“Jesus,” he whispered finally. “That’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” she said quietly. “Trying to keep up in this world that isn’t yours.”

“I’m not keeping up,” he admitted. “I’m just… watching you. And hoping I don’t mess up anyone’s name again.”

She laughed. “You’re doing good. My tía likes you. My primos think you’re exotic.”

“I’m exotic?”

“Yeah. With your white boy Italian Spanish and your confused face.”

He dragged a hand down his jaw, mock offended. “That’s cold.”

“Latiendo por ti…”

The chorus hit again.

She leaned up, whispered: “That means ‘my heart beats for you.’”

His throat went tight.

That night, they rode bikes down the edge of the coast. Hers was a turquoise cruiser with a little basket in front. His was borrowed from her cousin and squeaked every time he turned left. They passed mango vendors, kids playing with string balls, and palm trees swaying like they were part of the rhythm.

The sky was painted with the last blush of day, the ocean shimmering beside them.

“Race me to the pier?” she shouted.

“You’re gonna lose,” he called back, already pedaling.

She caught up, cursing him in Spanish,half of which he didn’t understand but all of which made him want her more.

Puedo ser feliz caminando relajada entre la gente,

yo te quiero así y me gustas porque eres diferente…

They parked their bikes at the edge of the sand and ran down the dock barefoot, breathless and laughing. She stopped near the edge, chest heaving.

“You’re faster than I remember,” she panted.

“Muscle memory,” he smirked. “Also, I really wanted to kiss you.”

“Then do it.”

He did. Hard and full of salt and sweat and mango and need.

“You belong here,” he whispered into her mouth. “You’re a whole different person when you’re barefoot and dancing and bossing me around in Spanish.”

She kissed him back, deeper now. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever brought from home that fit better here.”

“Take me everywhere,” he breathed. “I wanna know every version of you.”

She tugged his shirt off. “And I want you,” she said, laying him down on the towel beneath the pier, the stars already burning above them, “in all of them.”

They moved together slow, in time with the sea. Her hips found his. Her lips found every inch of him. And when she leaned down and pressed her forehead to his, whispering “mi vida entera” like it meant everything—

He knew it did.

Later, she traced circles on his chest while the waves crashed and that same chorus played again in the distance.

Que hace rato está mi corazón,

latiendo por ti, latiendo por ti…

“You hear that?” she murmured.

He nodded. “I don’t understand all of it. But I think I get it.”

She smiled. “That’s enough.”

Because maybe he didn’t speak the language.

But he spoke her.

And her heart had been beating for him long before he ever knew the words.

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Luigi wasn’t sure what time it was.The street had turned into a party.The music kicked up just as the sky went pink. There were paper streamers tied to the trees, a plastic table full of tamales and mango slices, and two speakers balanced on upside-down buckets. Her tío was on grill duty, her abuela was watching from a rocking chair, and kids were darting through the legs of grownups with juice dripping down their chins.

Luigi stood in the middle of it all,sweating, smiling, overwhelmed,and trying not to stare at her.

He failed.

She was dancing barefoot in the street, skirt twirling just above her thighs, sweat catching in the hollow of her throat. Her cousins clapped along, egging her on, but she was in her own little world. No choreography. No performance. Just the rhythm. She didn’t see herself. Not the way he did.

Ella es la favorita, la que canta en la zona…

The lyric slipped through the air, and it was like the song was singing about her.

She was the favorite. The one everybody knew. The one who made kids smile and old women laugh. The one who carried history in her laugh and sunshine in her skin.

Se mueve en su cadera como un barco en las olas…

Luigi couldn’t look away.

Her hips rolled with every beat like she was made of water. Her hair whipped around her face when she spun, and when she stopped,panting, glowing, wild…..she looked right at him like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Lu,” she called, cheeks flushed. “Come dance.”

“I don’t know how to dance to this,” he said, shaking his head.

“Just move.”

“I’ll embarrass myself.”

“You already do that every time you try to say Barranquilla.”

He huffed, but he was smiling, and when she reached for him, he came willingly. The music surrounded them, faster now, electric and alive.

Tiene los pies descalzos como un niño que adora…

He looked down. Her bare feet skimmed over the concrete like she was floating.

“You’re not real,” he murmured.

She raised a brow, teasing. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” He swallowed. “Just… you don’t look real.”

Y sus cabellos largos son un sol que te antoja…

He couldn’t explain it. The way her hair stuck to the back of her neck. The way she didn’t shy away from the heat or the noise. The way the whole street turned to watch her without her even trying.

“You’re—” He shook his head. “You’re not just in your element. You are the element.”

She laughed, low and rich, and leaned in so only he could hear.

Le gusta que le digan que es la niña, la Lola…

“My tío used to call me La Lola when I was little,” she whispered, pulling him closer. “Said I danced like trouble.”

Luigi smirked. “He wasn’t wrong.”

Le gusta que la miren cuando ella baila sola…

“I’m not the only one watching,” he muttered, glancing around.

She tilted her head, lips brushing his ear. “Let them look.”

He almost lost it right then.

The chorus came back strong, and she grinded against him like it was instinct, like she already knew how to pull every sound out of him without lifting a finger.

“I want to say something cool in Spanish,” he gritted, trying to focus on the music and not the way her ass moved against him. “But all I know is, like, muy caliente and gracias.”

She laughed and bit her lip. “Muy caliente does work right now.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Le gusta más la casa, que no pasen las horas…

He pulled her in tighter.

“You wanna go home?” he asked, lips grazing her temple.

“I want to stay in this moment,” she said, chest rising and falling against his. “Forever.”

Le gusta Barranquilla, le gusta Barcelona…

The beat slowed, but neither of them let go.

“She likes Barranquilla,” he repeated, trying to catch the words, “and Barcelona?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “But I like you more.”

He kissed her then….deep and hot and full of everything he didn’t know how to say.

When they broke apart, the street was spinning with laughter, smoke, and music.

Luigi looked around, dazed.

“I feel like I just got possessed.”

“You did.” She ran her fingers through his curls. “By the rhythm. By me.”

“Mostly by you.”

She smiled. “You did good.”

“I didn’t even dance.”

“You moved with me. That’s all that matters.”

That night, when the party wound down and everyone was too full and too tired to keep the music going, she pulled him upstairs by the hand.

They stood in front of the fan, bodies sticky, still breathing heavy.

“I saw the way you looked at me,” she said softly.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I like that you don’t try to blend in,” she added. “You’re just… you. Watching. Learning. Wanting.”

“Wanting,” he echoed.

“You don’t need to speak the language,” she whispered, stepping into him. “You already hear me.”

He cupped her jaw, kissed her slow. “Latiendo por ti,” he murmured.

She smiled into his mouth. “Say it again.”

“Latiendo por ti.”

And when she guided him into bed, every touch, every kiss, every desperate sound she pulled from him was a new verse. A new line in the song he was learning,body to body, skin to skin, heart to heart.

Her hands slid beneath his shirt like she knew his body better than he did. She tugged it up, slow and messy, lips still on his, and he let her take everything she wanted,his breath, his rhythm, his control. The fan above them spun uselessly. The air was thick. The kind of heat that made everything feel heavier, closer, more dangerous.

She pushed him back onto the bed.

Didn’t ask.

Didn’t wait.

Just climbed into his lap like she was claiming territory. His hands fell to her thighs, then slid up,greedy, reverent, anchoring himself as she kissed him harder.

“Take this off,” she whispered, tugging at her dress.

He helped her,clumsy with how badly he needed her,pulling the fabric over her head and tossing it somewhere behind them. No bra. No panties. Just sweat-slick skin, hot and soft and glowing in the yellow light coming through the window.

His mouth dropped open.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re unreal.”

She leaned forward, hips grinding into his lap. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true,” he groaned, rocking up into her.

The friction made her gasp.

She reached between them, undid his shorts with practiced ease, her fingers brushing over him once,just once,and it was enough to make him shiver.

“You gonna be good for me tonight?” she murmured, rolling her hips again, dragging him right to the edge.

“I’m always good for you,” he said, voice wrecked. “Only for you.”

He lifted his hips as she tugged his boxers down, then watched with wide, dark eyes as she sank down onto him,slow, steady, deliberate. Her mouth parted in a moan, and his head hit the pillow with a choked curse. She was so warm. So wet. So tight around him it made him shake.

Neither of them moved for a moment. Just breathed. Then she started to roll her hips.

Slow at first…grinding down into him, her hands splayed on his chest, her thighs flexing with every movement. Her rhythm matched the song still playing low on her phone.

Lleva, llévame en tu bicicleta…

He gripped her hips, holding on like he’d drown without her.

“You feel that?” she whispered, voice wrecked. “That’s how I dance for you.”

He nodded, mouth open, eyes locked on where her body was swallowing him whole.

“Say it again,” she moaned, riding him a little faster now. “Say it.”

“Latiendo por ti,” he gasped, hands digging into her skin. “Fuck—latiendo por ti.”

She moaned, deeper this time, leaning down to kiss him,open-mouthed, needy, desperate.

She fucked him like the music. Like a song she already knew the ending to but wanted to replay anyway. Every stroke of her hips had purpose. Every little gasp was a lyric. Every broken groan he gave her was applause.

He flipped them suddenly,breathless, eyes wild,and pressed her into the mattress, slipping back into her like he’d die if he didn’t.

“I’ve got you,” he said against her throat. “I’ve got you. Just—just let me.”

And she did.

She wrapped her legs around him and let him take control, his pace hard and slow, like he was trying to memorize how she felt from the inside out. His hand slipped between them, found her clit, and rubbed lazy circles until she was clawing at his back, whispering please against his shoulder.

Her body shook beneath him. She came with a sharp cry, voice breaking, fingers tangled in his hair.

He followed right after,groaning her name, hips stuttering, his whole body trembling as he poured himself into her.

They lay there, tangled and slick, their heartbeats thudding against each other’s ribs.

Still moving. Still alive. Still listening to that damn song.

Que hace rato está mi corazón…

Latiendo por ti…

He was still inside her.

His body pressed heavy against hers, heartbeat finally slowing, his breath cooling where it hit the sweat-slicked skin of her shoulder. She’d gone quiet, arms wrapped around his back, legs still locked at his waist like she didn’t want to let him go. Not yet.

Not ever.

Luigi kissed her jaw. Her cheek. Her temple. One hand slid up her side and settled just under her breast, holding her like something fragile.

“You okay?” he whispered.

She nodded against his chest. “Better than okay.”

They stayed like that for a long time. No rush. No phone buzzing. Just the hum of the fan above them and the sticky warmth between their bodies. The air was heavy, but neither of them moved. Not until he shifted slightly, slipping out of her, and she let out a quiet sound—half protest, half pleasure-drunk sigh.

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Be right back.”

She watched him walk to the bathroom,naked, hair wild, back muscles moving with every step,and closed her eyes like she needed to record the image in her brain.When he came back, he was carrying a cool, damp washcloth and that look on his face,the one that said you don’t have to ask me for anything. I already want to do it. He cleaned her up gently, fingers lingering just a little too long between her thighs, mouth twitching when she squirmed beneath him.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispered, breath catching.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re already hard again.”

He smirked. “That’s ‘cause I am.”

She laughed, tossed the pillow at him, but didn’t pull the sheet over her body. She knew he liked seeing her like this—flushed, undone, still open from the way he touched her. He climbed back into bed and pulled her onto his chest.

“I was serious last night,” he said after a beat.

“About what?”

“You’re the rhythm. Everything else just tries to keep up.”

Her throat tightened.

She buried her face against his skin, lips brushing his collarbone. “You’re gonna ruin me if you keep talking like that.”

“Too late,” he murmured, kissing her hair. “I’m already ruined.”

Her hand slid down his stomach, teasing lower, fingers lazy, knowing. He let out a low groan.

“You want another round?” she asked, voice soft, sweet, dangerous.

“Always,” he said, flipping her onto her back again. “But this time, I go slow. Real slow.”

“Like last night wasn’t slow?”

He grinned. “No. Last night was you dancing on my dick. This time, I’m gonna make you beg.”

Her breath caught.

And then he kissed her again,deeper, filthier,and started to keep that promise.

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