Fresh Out The Slammer

THE GODDAMN BEARD ARE YOU KIDDING ME SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND PLEASE

credit to prosperluigi on twitter

bent over the table

summary: a pool game with your boyfriend ends with him bending you over the table and making you squirt.

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, squirting

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you’re leaned against the wall, doing a poor job at pretending to give a shit about the game. it’s your boyfriend thats got you distracted.

there’s something almost erotic in the way he moves… deliberate, focused, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hands sure and practiced as he lines up the cue. every motion is smooth, controlled, confident. the ball sinks with a soft thud, and he straightens like it’s nothing. but it is. it’s everything.

there’s a slow heat curling low in your belly, a restless ache that makes you want to drag him close and kiss him until his lips are black and blue. you wanna see just how easily you’re able to break that nonchalant facade that he’s currently putting on.

you’re not here to win. you’re here for him.

so you make a decision.

when he offers you the cue stick, you take it slowly, eyes wide and innocent. “okay… so, um, remind me how to do this again?” you ask, feigning confusion as you glance down at the table. “where do i… stand?”

he raises an eyebrow. “you told me you’ve played before.”

shit. he’s onto you.

you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile. “might need a little refresher.”

you feel his burning gaze, it’s almost as if he sees right through you. but he doesn’t call you out on it. not out loud.

instead, he steps in behind you so close your breath stutters. his hands cover yours, firm and slow, adjusting your grip, but your focus splinters the moment his chest brushes your back. he smells like cedar and warmth.

slowly and deliberately, you press your hips back, letting your ass graze him. he stills, just for a second, and then you feel it. the way his breath catches, the way his cock hardens and begins to rub against you… but you ignore it. for now anyway.

“relax your grip,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “you wanna feel the cue, not fight it.”

you nod, trying to focus on the game, but it’s hard to do so when he’s this close. you can feel the heat radiating from him, and as his hands gently correct your stance, you feel his breath tickling your skin. you swallow, trying to ignore the growing heat between you. his chin rests on your shoulder and his lips brush your cheek in a soft, fleeting kiss, leaving you with a lingering warmth.

“just like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. you feel his cock get stiffer behind you, like he’s DYING to be inside you right here, right now. the slow rhythm of his movements send a pulse of desire through you, and you try to keep your breath steady, but it’s harder than it should be.

you take the shot, the ball gliding smoothly into the pocket. but it’s not the game you’re thinking about anymore. you can feel him still, the subtle shift of his weight, the way his hand lingers on yours. you want to turn, to look at him, but the pull of his presence keeps you right where you are.

“nice shot, bambina.” says, his voice a little rougher than before.

you finally glance over your shoulder, catching his eyes, and for a moment, the game fades into the background entirely.

you turn to face him fully, your gaze locking with his as you finally notice the faint blush coloring his cheeks. the warmth in his skin only adds to how breathtaking he looks, every feature highlighted in a way that makes him seem even more captivating.

“lu?” you ask, your tone playful. “what’s wrong? something on your mind?”

he doesn’t answer with words, he just closes the distance, hands landing on your hips, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin above your jeans. you suck in a breath, heat pooling low as he presses in.

then his mouth is on yours, hard and messy. you can taste the whiskey on his breath, sharp and burning, mixing with the heat of the moment as it leaves a burning, lingering trace on your lips.

you kiss him back just as fierce, fingers twisting into his pink button up, nails scraping his chest through the fabric. he groans when you bite down on his lip, and it’s like a switch flips. next thing you know, he’s spinning you around, fast and rough, making you squeal as your palms slap the table, allowing you to catch yourself.

you’re bent over again, ass pressed back against him. the pool balls scatter, rolling lazy across the felt as you shift, while whining.

"please lu,” you gasp, "i need you so badly… please fuck me."

"god bella, i’m gonna have you squirting all over the place.” he murmurs, voice all dark like honey and sin. he slides your jeans down your legs at a torturously slow pace, letting them crumple at your feet like a forgotten promise.

you hear him sink to his knees behind you, the soft thud sending a shiver up your spine, before his fingers catch the lace of your panties, pulling them down with a teasing drag, his breath a warm, fleeting kiss against your bare skin, setting your nerves alight.

his hands clamp down on your hips, thin fingers sinking into the soft meat of your flesh, as he yanks you back against his face with a force that makes your knees buckle. your ass is high, your thighs are spread wide, and you’re completely exposed. cunt glistening, swollen, and dripping before he even starts.

he groans at the sight, a guttural sound that rips out of his chest, and you feel the puff of his hot, shaky breath wash over the back of your thighs, teasing the slick that’s already smeared there. “fuck… i wish you could see yourself,” he mutters, “such a pretty pussy.”

then, he dives in like a man possessed.

his lips crash against your core, rough and greedy, stubble scraping raw against the tender skin as he spreads you open with his thumbs, pulling your folds apart until you’re gaping for him. he doesn’t ease in, his tongue plunges straight into your hole, thick and wet, thrusting deep with a sloppy, obscene squelch. you can hear it, the filthy wet sound of him fucking you with his mouth.

“tastes so fucking good.” he rasps, voice muffled against your flesh, and he’s panting now, breath hitching as he grinds his face into you, licking and sucking like he’s trying to devour you whole.

you’re moaning like a pornstar, loud and shameless, legs shaking, voice dripping with a desperation you can’t contain.

“oh lu! yes! don’t fucking stop!” you wail, the sound bouncing off the walls, mingling with the clack of yet another ball rolling somewhere across the table.

he pulls back for a split second, just enough to spit on your sopping cunt, it landing right on your clit before he smears it with his tongue, flicking hard and fast over the throbbing nub.

your hips jerk. “hold still.” he snarls, pinning you harder against the table as he sucks your sweet spot into his mouth, teeth grazing it just enough to make you yelp. his lips seal around it, pulling with a wet, rhythmic suction.

the pool table creaks under your thrashing, your palms slapping the wood as you brace, nails digging into the green felt. he’s relentless now, tongue darting back to plunge into your heat, thrusting with a force that has your walls pulsing.

he batters your cunt with rapid, ruthless strokes that leave you dizzy. his nose presses into you, his growls vibrating through your center, and the heat’s swelling, a tight, burning knot forming low in your belly. your thighs shake, slick with sweat and the mess he’s coaxing, and he shifts, lips sealing harder, sucking with a rhythm that steals your breath, leaving you panting.

“you’re getting close, aren’t you? i can feel it.” he rasps against you, voice dark and dripping with need, his tongue pausing just long enough to let the words sink in. “c’mon angel, squirt in my mouth, fucking give it to me… i want it.” then he’s back, relentless, tongue lashing faster, sucking fiercer, chasing that trembling pulse hes stoked.

your hips buck, desperate, and the wet sounds grow messier, with his spit and your arousal blending, trickling down your legs, pooling on the tile floor beneath you.

the coil in your lower belly snaps, white hot and overwhelming, and you’re right there. “baby… fuck! i’m-” you gasp, words crumbling as you break, a raw scream tearing free as you squirt hard into his waiting mouth. it’s hot, wet, gushing over his lips and tongue, as he moans low and guttural, lapping it up like it’s his lifeline. he doesn’t ease off, he keeps sucking, licking, drinking every shuddering pulse as your body convulses, legs collapsing beneath you.

he finally pulls back, just enough to rise from his knees, his presence looming behind you as you feel the shift of his weight. his hands slide up from your hips, tracing the curve of your waist, steadying you as your body still twitches with the echoes of release. then his lips find your shoulder, warm, tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. he presses a slow, lingering kiss there, his breath fanning over your damp skin, and you feel the faint scrape of his stubble as he nuzzles closer. “you did good, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, laced with pride and something softer, almost reverent.

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…me after i finished writing this

previous work

fuuuuuck 😩

Birthday Boy- pt2

dom!Luigi, power shift, rough sex, breeding kink, face-fucking, overstim, possessive obsession, marking, messy filth, emotional tension, soft rage

You saw it before it even happened. His hands had stayed obedient for two rounds. He let you ride him, ruin him, make him cry while he came. He let you own him. Let you tell him where to look, how to sit, when to come.

But now? Now his hands weren’t behind him. Now they were on your waist. Gripping. Tight. And his eyes…

Fuck

You didn’t even get the chance to smirk before he was flipping you over onto the floor, your back hitting the hardwood with a gasp, hair splayed out around your face. He hovered over you, his chest rising, lips parted, pupils blown wide like he couldn’t even see straight anymore.

“You don’t get to tease me like that,” he growled. His voice was deeper, rougher, wrecked, and raw. “Not on my fucking birthday.”

Your breath caught. And then you smiled.

He snapped.

Luigi grabbed your thighs, dragged your soaked body toward him like he needed to be inside you now, and pushed your knees back until they hit your shoulders. You felt the head of his cock smear through your folds, hot and slick, before he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.

“Lui—fuck—!”

He didn’t wait.

He fucked into you like he had something to prove. Like he’d been patient long enough. Like you’d broken the last thread of control he had left.

“You think you can make me beg all night?”

Thrust.

“Make me sit back while you take what you want.”

Thrust.

“Now you’re gonna take what I give you, bella. Every inch. Every drop. Every fucking breath.”

You moaned so loud it echoed. Your hands scrambled for something, the floor, his arms, the edge of his shirt still hanging off his shoulders. He bent down, lips crashing into yours, tongue filthy and fast, his hips never stopping.

“Gonna fill you up again.”

His words were slurred against your mouth, his voice unsteady but so intense it nearly burned.

“Wanna make you so full of me you forget who you are.”

You clenched around him, and he felt it. He growled into your mouth, hand sliding up to your throat.

“You like that? Huh? You like being my little fucktoy tonight? You wanted this. You knew what you were doing. Bouncing on my cock like you owned it—” His fingers squeezed, not too tight, but enough to make your vision flutter.

“You’re mine.”

And then he pulled out.

You gasped, ready to protest, but he was dragging you to your knees, standing above you now, eyes burning.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed.

He shoved his cock between your lips, one hand gripping your hair as he fucked your throat like he’d been dreaming of it since the minute he saw you in that tight little outfit hours earlier.

“So fucking good,” he moaned, head falling back, sweat dripping down his neck. “God....your mouth is fucking heaven, principessa. My good girl. My perfect little birthday present.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you gagged around him, spit trailing down your chin, your thighs squeezing together from how ruined you already felt. And then he pulled out again, just to throw you back on the bed, shove two fingers inside you, and whisper:

“I’m not done. Not till I fuck a baby into you. Not till you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Your body was already trembling. His fingers were still inside you, slow and curling with purpose, drawing out every last moan you had left, but it was his voice that wrecked you.

“Not till I fuck a baby into you.”

Not till you couldn’t walk. Not till you were full. Not till he was sure you were his. And that’s what made the words tumble out of your mouth like a prayer.

“Lu…” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He looked up, sweat slick on his chest, pupils blown, lips parted like he was seconds from losing it again.

“What is it, baby?” he breathed. You blinked, heart pounding, hands gripping his wrist where it was still between your legs.

“I want it,” you said. “I want you to give me your baby.”

He froze.

Like, he didn’t even believe you said it at first. And then, fuck, he groaned, low and wrecked, like the sound had been building in his chest all night.

“Say it again.”

His voice was hoarse, ragged. Desperate.

“Please. Say it again.” You sat up on shaking limbs, wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, and whispered it slow and dirty against his lips.

“I want you to breed me, Luigi. I want you to come inside me until it sticks. I want to carry your baby.”

His breath shattered. And then he snapped.

Again

He yanked his fingers out and shoved his cock back inside you in one brutal, greedy thrust, burying himself to the hilt like he needed to be there, like your pussy was the only place in the world he belonged.

“You want it?”

He thrust deep.

“You’re gonna fucking take it.”

His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide open as he pounded into you, skin slapping, breath ragged.

“I’m not stopping till I feel you leaking all over this bed. Gonna keep filling you up ‘til your body gives in and keeps me.”

You moaned loud, your nails dragging down his back as he fucked you into the mattress. You couldn’t stop clenching, not when he was this deep, not when he was talking like that.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. So fuckin’ tight—god, your pussy’s begging to get pregnant.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper, your voice wrecked:

“Don’t pull out.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

He was grunting now, fucking you slow but hard, dragging his cock out just to slam it back in every stroke dripping with filthy, desperate devotion.

“Gonna fuck you every night. Gonna keep you full ‘til I see your belly swell with my baby. You’ll be dripping around me, and I’ll still push it back in. You’ll never be empty again.” You cried out, loud, needy your cunt spasming around him like your body wanted to give him what he asked for. And he felt it.

“You’re cuming ?”

He didn’t even let you answer, just fucked you through it like it was his goddamn purpose.

“Good. Cum on my cock while I breed you, bella. Give it to me. Fuckin’ take it.”

His thrusts turned erratic, his hands shaking.

“I’m close—shit, I’m close—”

You pulled him down, your mouth hot against his ear.

“Come inside me, Lu. Give me your baby.”

And he lost it. He came with a deep, broken groan, hips pressed flush to yours, cock twitching as he spilled inside you full, warm, so much so much it spilled out around the base and onto your thighs. But he didn’t move. He stayed there. Inside you. Breathing hard, holding your face, forehead to yours.

“You meant it?” he whispered, voice shaking.

You nodded, barely able to speak. “I want to be yours forever, Lu.”

And the way he kissed you after that? You swore it tasted like forever. You didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until he finally stilled. His cock twitched inside you, so warm and so deep, his chest rising heavy against yours as you laid there, legs spread, wrecked in every sense of the word. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, thick, slow, pooling between your thighs, slipping down your ass and onto the bed. But he didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. He just stayed inside you. Like he belonged there. Like that’s where he wanted to die. “Don’t move,” you whispered, voice hoarse and raw. “Please, just… stay.” He kissed your forehead like it hurt him to hear your voice wrecked. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers gentle as he stroked your inner thigh, like he was soothing your overstimmed nerves. But he didn’t go near your pussy. Didn’t risk pulling out. Didn’t want to see anything spill.

“Still so full,” he breathed. You could feel him pulse inside you as he said it.

“God, look at you… keeping all my cum like a good fucking girl.” You whimpered, soft, ruined, and shifted your hips just barely. He hissed.

“Don’t.”

His hand pressed into your lower belly. “You’ll spill it. I need you to keep it, bella.” Your breath caught. So did his. His mouth hovered by your ear now, voice low and warm and cracked with something deeper than just lust.

“You’re gonna take, baby. I know you are.” He kissed the spot below your jaw. “Gonna get round and soft for me. Gonna carry what we made tonight.” You turned your head, eyes glassy, lips brushing his. “Lu…” You kissed him soft. Then again. And again. “I meant it. I want it. I want to have your baby.” His throat caught. And for a second, you thought he was gonna cry. “Then you will,” he said. “I swear you will. I’ll keep you full every night if I have to.” He reached down and cupped your tummy, like he was already imagining it, already dreaming of you growing, stretching, glowing with his baby. His other hand laced with yours. And then? He started to move again.

Slow.

Barely pulling out. Just enough to fuck it back in. “Let me give you one more.”

His lips ghosted over yours.

“Let me make sure it takes.” You could barely keep your eyes open. Your body was soaked, wrecked, trembling, and still, somehow, he hadn’t stopped. Luigi was moving inside you slow, so slow, like every inch he gave you was holy. His cum was thick between your thighs, and with every deep, unhurried thrust, it spilled out around him only for him to fuck it right back in. “Don’t waste it, baby,” he whispered, voice all gravel and devotion. “Keep it warm for me. Keep it safe.” You whimpered. A breathless, tired, please... fuck...me..softly...kind of whimper.

And he smiled. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he cooed, nuzzling against your cheek as he rolled his hips. “I got you. I know you’re tired, bella. Let me take care of you. Just lay there and let me fuck you full.” Your body tensed again, another tiny orgasm creeping through your overstimmed nerves. He felt it. Of course he did. “You’re still cuming for me?” He kissed your jaw, then your lips, his voice softer now, drunk on you.“Even now, you’re still milking my cock like you need it. Fuck, baby… You do need it, huh?” Your nails dug into his back. His hand slid down between you, pressing over your lower belly. “It’s gonna take, you know that?” His voice cracked, soft and sure, like he already saw the future. “You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful. I’ll take care of everything. You won’t lift a finger. I’ll cook, clean, rub your back, kiss your stretch marks....fuck, I’ll worship every inch of you while you carry my baby.” You let out a broken moan, hips shifting just enough to take him deeper. And he groaned. “That’s it. Let me stay inside. Let me fall asleep in this pussy.” He stopped thrusting altogether, just buried himself deep and still, lips brushing your temple, hand resting over your tummy.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “My baby mama. My girl. My fucking everything.”

You smiled through the haze, and that’s how the night ended. His cock softening inside you, his cum sealed in deep, and his arms wrapped around your waist like he’d never let go.

@luigis-wetdream @luigisbambinaaa @multi-culti-girl @mangionesdaisy @snoopy184 @daydreamingwithluigi @iinfinitelimits

part 3 will be out later tonight

Credit to MaxBelkin on X.

i don’t play when it comes to his curls!!!!!! can u write something about cuddling during heavy rain and just playing with his hair 🥹

ahh just having a sleepy day in because it's been storming since you woke up... like barely leaving the bed the entire day, drifting in and out of sleep to the relaxing, rythmic sound of the rain hitting your window pane; eventually migrating to the living room for warm tea and something to eat, but then returning to ur shared bed again lol

omg imagine his hair has gotten longer lately so much so that you can wrap your fingers around the individual ringlets a bit <//33 and also his hair has gotten healthier in gen since u've started dating bc you actually make him take care of it 😭 long lashes fluttering closed as you scratch his scalp gently... (omg side note imagine trying to convince him to do a hair mask with you and he's like 'r u calling my hair damaged... should i be offended' lol) he can't deny his hair does look better but much more importantly to him, he gets to be pampered by you!

i really will die on the hill that he lovesss to lay on ur chest like :') like might be a contender for fav cuddling position...maybe he's holding ur other hand that's not playing with his hair, like laying basically a bit on top of you isn't enough <3 his hums would vibrate against ur skin. he'd randomly sleepily murmur, 'i love listening to your heartbeat,' LIKE? you'd also kiss the crown of his head and you can't see it but he does blush 🥹

holy fuckkk 😩😭

indulge me i don’t even know with what but god there is is a DROUGHT

getting even

summary: you and your ex boyfriend luigi cuck your current idiot of a boyfriend after you catch him in bed with a HOOKER 😱

warnings: male tears, cucking, head (f!receiving) luigi is cocky asf and a munch

notes: please ignore. way too high and thought this was profound

“are you FUCKING kidding me?”

there your boyfriend was, in bed with a hooker. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

well that’s a lie, if anything you knew this would come eventually, you’d just been way too naive to admit it to yourself.

malcom’s eyes widened as he scrambles to cover himself, his face flushing red.

"b-b-baby, p-please," he stammers, tripping over his words like an absolute numptie. “it’s n-not what it l-looks like!"

you cross your arms, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you mock his pathetic stutter. "b-b-bullshit, m-malcom! i let you live here r-r-rent f-f-free and this is how you r-r-repay m-me???”

your eyes darted to the prostitute still sprawled across your bed, clutching the sheets like they’d save her.

with a voice sharp enough to cut glass, you snap, “and you, get the fuck out of my house, NOW!”

the woman flinched, scrambling to gather her scattered clothes in a frantic heap. as she stumbled to her feet, she shot malcom a venomous glare, spat directly on his chest, and hissed, “DICKHEAD!” clutching her belongings, she bolted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you turn your gaze to malcom, who sat frozen, the spit glistening on his chest, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. with a voice cold and steady, you murmur “put some clothes on and pack your shit.”

malcom’s eyes glisten with tears, his lip trembling as he looked up at you, desperation in his voice. “no.” he chokes out, shaking his head weakly.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a smirk curling your lips as you lean n slightly. “no? you sure?” you said, voice dripping with mockery. “alright, i’ll just give luigi a call then, heard he’s back in town.”

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luigi, your ex boyfriend, was someone you parted ways with not because of any betrayal or lack of chemistry, but simply because the distance between you became too much to deal with. you met him a few years back when you were both at the same college, and the connection was instant. electric, even.

he was charming, confident, and had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. but when he moved across the country for a job, the strain of a long distance relationship wore you both down. late night calls and sporadic visits couldn’t sustain the spark, so you mutually decided to end it, though you stayed on good terms. there was always a lingering "what if" in the back of your mind when it came to him.

now, standing in front of malcom, the contrast between the two men couldn’t be starker. sex with luigi was something else entirely… passionate, intense, and deeply satisfying. he knew exactly how to touch you, how to read your body, and he took his time, making sure you were left trembling and breathless.

with luigi, you never had to fake it, he could make you cum effortlessly, sometimes multiple times in a single night, leaving you blissed out and craving more. it was like he had a map to your desires, and he navigated it with ease.

malcom, on the other hand, was a disappointment in comparison. sex with him was lackluster, rushed, and entirely focused on his own pleasure. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even come close to getting you there.

it was mechanical, predictable, and left you feeling more frustrated than fulfilled. where luigi was a maestro in bed, malcom was like a clumsy amateur, fumbling through without a clue.

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malcom’s teary eyes narrow at your taunt, his voice shaking but defiant. “you wouldn’t dare.” he said as he tried to call your bluff.

you smirk, unfazed, and pull your phone from your pocket. without breaking eye contact, you scroll to luigi’s name, tap the call button, and put it on speaker.

malcom sits there on the bed, frozen in shock, his wide eyes locked on the phone as if it were a ticking bomb. his mouth hangs open, the spit on his chest still glistening, his earlier defiance crumbling into pure panic.

after a few rings, the call connected, and luigi’s warm, familiar voice fills the room.

“hey you,” he says, his tone casual but laced with a hint of surprise and affection.

“heyy,” you reply, your voice smooth and deliberate. “heard you were back in town. been thinking about you lately.”

luigi chuckles, his voice dropping playfully. “oh yeah? you miss me?”

you lean against the wall, letting your tone turn flirty, a teasing edge to it. “yes, in fact… come over and fuck me.”

malcom’s jaw dropped further, his face paling as he stares, utterly speechless.

luigi pauses for a beat, then asked “what about that guy you’re with? whats-his-face?”

you rolled your eyes, glancing at malcom with disgust. “i just caught him in bed with a hooker,” you said flatly, watching malcom flinch as if you’d slapped him.

luigi burst out laughing, the sound rich and unrestrained. “i warned you about him.”

you sighed, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i know, i’m an idiot, okay? i own up to it. shut up and come over. i miss your dick.”

luigi’s voice dropped, thick with heat. “well i miss how your pretty pussy tastes. it’s all i think about whenever i jerk off.”

you purr into the phone, “i know, baby.”

he chuckles darkly. “how about i eat you out while he watches?”

malcom lets out a choked sob, his hands covering his face as fat tears stream down his cheeks, his body shaking with pathetic whimpers.

you glance at him, then smirk. “you know what? that’s a good idea.”

luigi’s tone is all business now, laced with anticipation. “i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” the call ended with a click.

you toss the phone onto the bed and fix your gaze on malcom, who’s still sobbing, his face buried in his hands. “hear that?” you say, your voice sharp and unyielding. “and you’re gonna stay and watch. understand?”

malcom shoulders shake, but he lifts his head just enough to nod, tears streaking his face, his eyes hollow with defeat.

your anger flares, and you step closer, voice rising. “say you understand!”

malcom flinches, his voice barely a whisper through his sobs. “i understand.”

you smile.

“thank you.”

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ten minutes later, a sharp, confident knock reverberates through the house, pulling you from the haze of your fury.

you stride to the front door, pulse hammering in your veins, and fling it open. there stands luigi, looking like he stepped out of a fever dream. he’s even sexier than you remember, his dark hair slightly tousled, his jawline sharper, muscles taut under a fitted black shirt that clings to his frame.

his eyes lock onto yours, sparking with that familiar mix of mischief and hunger. a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips, and before he can say a word, you grab the collar of his shirt, yank him toward you, and crash your lips into his.

the kiss is fierce, all heat and urgency, your tongues tangling as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. You’re still standing in the open doorway, the cool night air brushing your skin, but the world beyond him doesn’t exist.

he breaks the kiss just enough to lean in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you reply, your voice a sultry purr, thick with want as you linger close, your fingers still curled in his shirt.

his smirk widens, and he tilts his head, glancing past you into the house. “so, where’s the asshole?”

you chuckle, a dark edge to it, and step back, offering him your hand. “right this way.”

you lace your fingers with his, his grip warm and firm, and lead him through the house, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. the anticipation builds with every step, a delicious coil of heat tightening in your core. when you reach the bedroom doorway, you pause, taking in the sorry sight before you.

malcom is still slumped on the bed, a sniveling mess, his face splotchy and red from crying. tears stream down his cheeks, his hands tremble in his lap, and he’s too paralyzed by shock to even move. he looks like a broken toy, discarded and pathetic.

luigi leans casually against the doorframe, his smirk sharpening as he sizes malcom up. “hey man.” he says, voice smooth and taunting. “i’m luigi. what’s your name?”

malcom’s head jerks up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a mix of shame and fury. “you know my name! we went to penn together!” he snaps, his voice cracking, the words half swallowed by a sob.

luigi lets out a low, mocking laugh, unfazed, and steps closer, his presence commanding the room. he looms over Malcolm, his tone shifting to something colder, more pointed. “now why the fuck would you cheat on someone like her?” he asks, gesturing toward you with a tilt of his head.

“look at her, she’s smart as hell, kind, gorgeous, the whole package. what kind of idiot throws that away?”

you roll your eyes, the flattery stoking the fire already burning inside you. stepping toward luigi, you let your hand trail across his chest, your voice dropping to a sultry, impatient drawl. “kiss me.”

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you’ve always dreamt about having sex with luigi again, the memory of his touch haunting your late night fantasies long after you parted ways.

his hands knew exactly where to grip, his mouth where to linger, his cock hitting every spot with relentless precision until you were a trembling, moaning wreck. he’d fuck you with a rhythm that felt like it was carved into your soul, deep, deliberate thrusts that stretched you perfectly, his fingers teasing your clit in sync until you shattered, screaming his name as your pussy clenched around him.

no one else ever came close to that kind of ecstasy, least of all malcom, whose clumsy attempts barely registered. but as much as you craved luigi’s body again, you never imagined it would happen like this… in front of another man, with malcom’s pathetic sobs as the backdrop.

currently, you’re sprawled on the bedroom floor, the cool hardwood pressing against your back as luigi’s face is buried between your thighs. his tongue is a fucking revelation, lapping at your dripping cunt with a hunger that makes your toes curl. he’s sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that sends electric shocks through your core.

his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking hard, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue, each one pulling a desperate moan from your throat. your juices coat his chin, glistening as he groans against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.

he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, slick and fast, while his mouth works your clit like he’s starving for it, teasing every sensitive nerve until your vision blurs. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your core against his face as you chase the edge of oblivion.

malcom’s still there, slumped on the bed, his tear-streaked face a distant blur. his whimpers are white noise, drowned out by the wet sounds of luigi’s tongue and the ragged gasps spilling from your lips. you didn’t expect this, luigi devouring you on the floor while malcom watches, broken and irrelevant but the raw power of it, the sheer dominance, only makes your pleasure sharper.

his fingers thrust deeper, curling inside your soaking cunt, stretching you just right as he pumps them in and out, the slick sounds mingling with your ragged moans. he pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with hunger as he growls, “missed doing this.”

you moan, your voice thick with need, “i know.” your hips buck toward his face, desperate for more, and he dives back in without hesitation. his tongue lashes at your clit, flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes before he sucks it hard, drawing a cry from your lips. his fingers don’t stop, plunging deeper, faster, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room as he works you toward the edge. he’s messy, ravenous, his chin drenched with your juices as he licks and sucks, his groans vibrating against your sensitive folds.

he lifts his head just enough to glance at malcom, his voice dripping with mockery. “see, asshole? this is how you please a woman.” his tongue dives back in, lapping at your dripping slit, tracing every fold before sucking your clit again, harder this time, making your back arch off the floor. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

malcom’s sobs grow louder, a pathetic wail that cuts through the haze of your pleasure but doesn’t dim it. he’s still slumped on the bed, his tear streaked face twisted in anguish, but he’s nothing. just a shadow in the room as luigi claims you.

luigi doesn’t stop, his tongue relentless, swirling and flicking your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper, the wet sounds obscene as your pussy clenches around him. his lips graze your folds, sucking them softly before diving back to your clit, teasing it with quick, precise licks that make your moans turn to screams. your hands claw at his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs tremble, the edge of release so close you can taste it.

“i’m gonna cum!” you gasp, your voice hoarse, desperate, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

luigi’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and feral, his lips glistening with your juices. “yeah, cum in my mouth,” he growls, his voice low and hungry. “i want it all.” he dives back in, his tongue lashing at your swollen clit, sucking it hard before flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes.

his fingers pump faster, deeper, curling just right, and the wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as he pushes you over the brink.

your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a scream tearing from your throat as your body convulses. your pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your juices flooding his mouth. luigi moans, his tongue lapping up every drop, greedy and relentless.

he doesn’t stop, his lips sucking your clit softly now, then licking along your slick folds, drinking in every bit of your release. his fingers slow but stay buried inside you, coaxing out the last shudders of your climax as your body trembles, your chest heaving with ragged gasps.

his chin is drenched, glistening with your cum, and he groans again, savoring the taste as he licks you clean, his tongue tracing every sensitive inch of your pulsing cunt.

you collapse back against the floor, your body spent, the afterglow washing over you like a warm tide. luigi stays between your thighs for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he presses a final, lingering kiss to your clit, making you twitch.

then he shifts, stretching out beside you, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand rests on your thigh, possessive, as you both lie there, the air thick with the scent of sex and the quiet hum of your shared satisfaction. your heart still races, your skin tingling with the memory of his touch, and you can feel the slickness between your legs, the evidence of what he’s done to you.

luigi turns his head, his eyes narrowing as they land on malcom, still slumped on the bed, his face a mess of tears and snot, his crying having now subsided.

his voice cuts through the room, cold and commanding, dripping with disdain. “i think you should get the fuck out of her house and never come back.”

ur all probably gonna read this and be like “palmy what the fuck” but i had to get this out of my system idk😭

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what im envisioning for part 2 of my massage therapy fic 🫣

Pretty huge Dick

good morning

dealer!lu who's a mutual friend of your upenn roommate, sophie. you're smoking with her in the days leading up to midterm exams to manage your stress levels and not overthink, and her weed is GOOD. better than anything you've ever had from your shady snapchat plugs, so you ask her, "hey, this is really good. where do you get it from?" she puffs out some smoke before responding. "this guy in 3rd year named luigi. he's one of my boyfriends friends. some engineering guy, but apparently he's cool. i can ask brian to get you in touch with him if you want?" she says. "yeah, that'd be great." you smile, passing the joint back to her. a few weeks later, sophie asks if you want to go over to brian's for a small post-midterms celebratory get together. you had always heard about it from her previous stories; video games, board games, and a whole lot of alcohol and weed. you'd never thought of going before, but you and sophie had gotten a lot closer this term because of your schedules lining up and actually seeing each other around the dorm more. you agree to go, and after getting dressed, you and sophie are making the walk over to brian's dorm. he opens the door after a few knocks and the marijuana smell hits your nose immediately. "hey babe. hey y/n." he smiles at both of you, before wrapping an arm around sophie and leading you both inside. sophie wasn't kidding when she said the get together would be small. it's literally just a few of brian's friends and some other girls you had seen around campus. you take a seat next to sophie and she whispers who everyone is in your ear. "...that's patrick. he's majoring in business. funniest guy you'll ever meet." she points at the guy in the red t-shirt with the brown hair. "....and that's luigi. comp sci major, i think. he's the plug with the good weed. he doesn't really talk much though." she points to the most gorgeous man with the curly hair and adidas hoodie on. as if he's heard your conversation, he turns over to you and meets your eyes. his eyes hang low, a slight red tint to them. your eyes flicker to his hand to see a roach. he puts it out and takes a slow sip out of the red solo cup in his hand. you force yourself to look away, but as you meet sophie's eyes again, you see the teasing glint and smile on her face. "someone's got a crush." she smiles. "no i don't!" you deny, all too quickly. "hey, maybe you should get with him, then i can finally stop begging brian for weed. you could get it directly from the source." she winks, nudging you. "yeah, yeah..." you walk off to pour yourself a drink at the homemade bar, when you bump into him. as cliché as it sounds, you manage to spill the drink on him. "fuck. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to do that!" you panic and start wiping the drink off him with a paper towel. he grabs your wrist, "it's fine, you worry too much" he smiles at you. you find yourself lost in his gaze, again. you couldn't help it, he's so gorgeous. "wanna smoke one?" he offers. "...yeah" you smile nervously. luigi leads you out onto the balcony. on your way out, you take a glance at sophie, who winks at you. brian, who has his arm around her, is giving you both the biggest smile you've seen all night. you both take seats on the chairs outside and he pulls out a fat one. he lights it up and passes it over to you. you smile at him letting you take the first hit. the smoke hits your lungs instantly, and you smile at the familiar feeling before passing it back to him. the conversation went on, and time passed by as the joint died out. you learned that luigi was an over achiever and had many accomplishments you could only dream of. you both spoke about your respective programs among many other things. the night ended, and you left with luigi's number in your phone and the offer of free weed whenever you needed, because in his words, you were "cool". little did you know what was in store for you...

-gymrat anon hehe I HAD TO GET MY THOUGHTS ON THIS OUT IM SORRY

GYMRAT ANON OMFG. omg never apologize i was giggling kicking my feet reading this 💖💖 i love ur mind

absolutely obsessed with the idea of him having the best weed bc he ofc just would

omfg his hooded dazed eyes, slightly red kinda a permanent half smile on his face even with ur vodka lemonade all over his hoodie… and his voice would be so low u

ugh to get high with him 😫😫 he’d be like “how is it?” and ur so high feeling so good with this absolutely gorgeous man beside you cold air against ur warm skin and ur like “so good”

and you’d get to talking about ur majors and then how he was his fancy high schools valedictorian and last summer was a camp counselor at stanford… and tbh you’d feel a little bit intimidated… just a bit

but he doesn’t act pretentious or arrogant, he’s interested in you, in your major and what you want to do… he asks you a lot of questions and then apologizes with a shy laugh saying, “i didn’t mean to interrogate you”

you just smile as you tell him “it’s nice when someone’s interested in you”

and he’d grin like “well you’re interesting. i just wanna know more about you.” AHH

he would look into ur eyes in such an intimate way

omfg the offer of free weed anytime what a man 😣

WHAT WAS IN STORE cliffhanger killing me i can’t figure dealer luigi out

okay so sorry i just typed out my reactions/thoughts bc this really is that serious to me

Can’t stop thinking about his head bobbing between your legs with his lips sealed around your clit just sucking and licking on it at the same time

Trying to grab your hips just to keep you still so he can finish what he started uggh😩bonus points when he slips a finger in I NEED THAT MUNCH

watching his head go back and forth while also moaning straight into your pussy . i’m so convinced luigi forgets youre even there when he’s munchin, he just enjoys himself down there lol😮‍💨