His Canine Teeth Are So Sharp…………… Just Thinking…. Ermmmmdkskmdkdkd

YOU JUST BLESSED US THANK YOU PART 2 WHEN

THANK YOU!! I really do wanna write a part 2 but i don’t know what to make it into!!! Like i have a vision for possibly a part 3 where another guy in the friend group jokingly asks for a massage and everyone laughs it off but lu actually shows up later that night to make sure it never happens and finally sex ensues??? But idkkk i feel like there should be a second part between these twooo,, so if anyone has any thoughts on that pls pls pls let me knowwww im kinda stumped rn ;(

cyber sex

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

warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, squirting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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previous work

Luigi Mangione inside the New York Criminal Court today, February 21st.

Mana indulge with me for a second and just imagine his orgasm face AYYYYY SANTO DIOS MÍO 😫😫 imagine that stunning face as he cums ahhhhh

That man’s orgasm face??

Una obra de arte.

That sharp jaw clenched, his lips parted just enough to let out those ragged, desperate moans. Eyes fluttering shut, then flying open when it hits him hard, like he didn’t expect you to ruin him like that. His brows knit together like he’s in pain from how good it feels. His hand tight on your hip or your throat or the back of your head, holding on for dear life.

And the sounds?

That low, “fuck, baby, fuck—don’t stop, don’t stop,” turns into a strangled gasp, maybe even your name, maybe even a prayer whispered in Italian as he loses it inside you.And then….then…..he stays buried deep, twitching, panting, whispering, “Santo cielo… cazzo, ti amo tanto…” because it’s not just his body that gave out, it’s his soul.

I had to think of what exactly i wanted to say to this Because dear Jesus I saw this earlier before I fell asleep again and had to dream about this .

his arms wait im gonna cum

“In terms of mitigating factors, Mr. Mangione’s background reveals an exemplary life in every respect. He was, and is, a loved and cherished son, brother, uncle and cousin in a large, close, loving family. He was the valedictorian of his high school where he led the robotics team to the Eastern Regional Finals. He graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in four years with both a Bachelor’s and a Master’s Degree in Computer Science. He spent his life playing soccer and baseball; he ran track and wrestled. When compared with Mr. Mangione’s life of love, support and excellence, and no criminal record, the sole statutory aggravating factor pales in comparison. The Justice Manual requires that the aggravating factors sufficiently outweigh the mitigating ones. Because they do not, a capital prosecution is not warranted.”

A statement made by Luigi’s legal defense team—Karen Friedman Agnifilo, Marc Agnifilo, Jacob Kaplan, and Avi Moskowitz—in their motion to preclude the government from pursuing the death penalty.

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imagine letting Luigi push your breasts together with his giant hands while he makes that phd do a wet-and-wild disappearing act in the cleavage... and you kitten lick his tip every time it gets close to your mouth 💚🌼

Ohh anon I love!!!

he’s holding your tits tight, knuckles white, trying to keep them pressed around him while his hips stutter and his breathing gets messy. you’re barely touching him, just slow, soft licks every time the tip slides close enough. deliberate. playful. cruel in the sweetest way.he keeps trying to hold eye contact but he can’t. he’s twitching, leaking, biting back whimpers. every time you lick him, his whole body reacts like it’s too much. like he’s not built for this. like you’re the only one who’s ever touched him like this loved him like this, and when he finally loses it? it’s quiet. drawn out. his mouth opens but nothing comes out. just a gasp, a moan, and the sound of his body giving up under your hands.

No, you don’t understand I love me a man that don’t play about Halloween 😭👻🎃

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.

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part 3 will be out later tonight

so hawt 😣

EoO

The bass inside the club was already in her bloodstream, pounding through her chest like a second heartbeat. She wasn’t even trying to dance anymore,she was just feeling it, letting the song move her hips.

“Perreo, baby. Sobeteo, baby.

Tra-tra, baby. Hasta abajo, baby…”

Her hands slid down her thighs. The green dress clung to her sweat-slicked curves. Every step was deliberate. Every sway of her hips was meant for him.

Luigi.

He hadn’t looked away once. Leaning back on the VIP couch, broad arms stretched across the top, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. That look in his eyes? It was a warning. A promise. And a breaking point all at once. He didn’t say a word when he stood. Just moved. Straight through the crowd, like no one else existed. When he reached her, he didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and his mouth brushed her ear as he said, “You think I’m just gonna watch you dance like that?”

He pulled her through the bodies, through the heat and flashing lights, to the curtain behind the velvet ropes. The VIP room pulsed with muffled music, red lighting, and privacy,barely. The walls were thin, and the bass still slammed like a heartbeat in heat.

“En la disco, baby, yo te cojo, baby…

Tra-tra, baby. Tra-tra, baby…”

He shoved her back against the couch. His mouth was on hers in an instant,biting, devouring, filthy. The kiss was a declaration. Of need. Of claim. Of every unspoken thing they both wanted.

“Turn around,” he rasped. “Now.”

She obeyed,hands braced against the cushions, dress shoved up, panties already soaked. Luigi undid his belt with one hand and shoved his jeans low. He ran two fingers through her folds and groaned at how wet she was.

“Dale, mami, pégate, vírate…

Si me miras mucho sabes que voy a besarte…”

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night,” he hissed, lining himself up behind her. “You wanted this. You earned it.”

And then he slammed into her,deep, rough, unapologetic. She gasped, grabbing the couch for support, eyes fluttering as he set a brutal pace. Every thrust hit with the rhythm of the song outside. It wasn’t just sex, it was perreo incarnate.

“Mani, yo sé que tú te vuelves loca

Cuando el perreo te azota…”

He was grinding into her like the beat told him to. Skin slapping, her moans rising in time with the chorus. The song dripped through the walls, dirty and perfect.

“En la disco, baby, te lo meto, baby

Aquí mismo, baby, delante de tu baby…”

“You hear that?” he growled in her ear, fucking her so hard her knees shook. “They’re playing our song. This beat? It’s mine. Just like you.”

She moaned something desperate,his name, a plea, a yesyesyes lost in rhythm and sweat.

“Te lo tiro en la espalda, body paintin’…”

“I should finish right here. All over you. Paint your back like the lyrics say,” he panted, fingers digging into her hips. “But you’ve been too fucking good. You want it inside, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, barely able to speak. He grabbed her throat lightly, still moving inside her, rough and deep. His voice dropped to a snarl.

“Say it.”

“Inside, Lu—please. I want it inside.”

“Bellaqueo, baby. Tú y yo solos, baby…”

He was losing it. He thrust faster, harder, until she was screaming his name into the velvet. Her orgasm hit like a wave. Her whole body trembled. Legs shaking. Eyes rolled back. Luigi came with a grunt,deep inside her, teeth gritted, muscles locked. It was messy. Loud. Perfect. Silence,except the final line of the song bleeding through.

“Perreo, baby. Tra-tra, baby.”

He didn’t pull out. Just leaned into her, breathing hard against her back.

“You dance for me like that again,” he whispered, “and I’ll fuck you in the middle of the floor next time. Song or not.”

Her thighs were still shaking. Every step back into the club sent a soft aftershock through her core,warm, sticky, his. But she held her head high. Smirked. Adjusted her dress just enough to cover the bruises on her hips, even though the hem clung higher now. Even though the gloss was wiped clean from her lips and her mascara was threatening to run. Luigi followed close behind, chest still rising, hair a little messy, jaw clenched like he was fighting the urge to pull her right back into that room.

“En la disco, baby, te lo meto, baby…”

The beat hadn’t changed. Still Bad Bunny. Still EoO. Still echoing with every filthy thing they’d just done.

And she didn’t wait.

She stepped back into the center of the floor, right under the lights, and started moving again. Hips slow. Deliberate. Not performing this time,owning it. Luigi froze. Eyes locked on her like she’d just slapped him across the face with her pussy. The crowd moved around her, but he saw nothing else. She turned, backed into him, ass pressing against his jeans, and threw her arms around his neck.

“You gonna fuckin’ behave now?” he muttered, voice low, lips brushing her temple.

“No,” she whispered back, grinding against him. “Not when you’re still hard.”

And he was. Already. The second her body met his again, the second that song kept going.

“Bellaqueo, baby. Tú y yo solos, baby…”

He slid his hand down her side, over the curve of her ass, gripped tight,and pulled. Right there, in front of everyone. She gasped softly, head falling back to his shoulder.

“You’re dripping down your thighs,” he growled. “You came so hard for me, and now you’re out here shameless.”

She turned her head toward his and smiled. “I want them to see what you do to me.”

That broke him. Luigi’s hand slid under her dress again,right there, on the dance floor. The lights stuttered, the bass slammed, bodies pressed around them like smoke and heat and sweat.

His fingers grazed her inner thigh, then higher.

“You want me to finger you right here, baby?” he murmured, breath hot against her ear. “With my cum still inside you?”

She choked on a gasp. “Lu—fuck.”

And he did it. Slid two fingers between her legs and felt the slick mess he left inside her.

“Tra-tra, baby. Tra-tra, baby…”

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

She gripped his arm, trembling.

“Keep dancing,” he ordered, lips brushing her ear. “Let ‘em watch. Let ‘em know.”

She moved her hips. Slowly. Sensually. And he kept his hand under her dress, fingers stroking her just enough to make her clench. Just enough to keep her right on edge. They were in the middle of a crowd and she was about to come again.

“You’re disgusting,” she moaned softly.

“You love it,” he smirked.

“Aquí mismo, baby, delante de tu baby…”

She didn’t come,not yet. He pulled his hand away before she tipped over, sucked his fingers into his mouth, slow and filthy, right as a flash of lights hit them.

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered, licking her taste off his knuckles. “We’re not even close.”

They barely made it past the bathroom door before he was on her again. The bass from the club still echoed through the walls, thudding like a pulse behind them. She stumbled back, hand on the sink, chest heaving. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips swollen. And Luigi looked like he was starving.

“You didn’t come on the dance floor,” he said, voice low, dangerous, eyes raking down her body like he was about to ruin it again. “That’s a problem.”

Before she could answer, he spun her, lifted her up by the thighs, and sat her on the cold porcelain sink. Her dress bunched around her hips. The mirror behind her caught everything,her dazed expression, his broad frame between her legs, the sweat shining on both their skin.

“Lu—someone might come in,” she whispered.

“I fuckin’ hope they do,” he growled, sinking to his knees like she was an altar and he was born to worship. She gasped when his mouth met her thighs,soft at first. Open-mouthed kisses, biting gently. Then he dragged his tongue through her folds and groaned like he was tasting her for the first time.

“You still taste like me,” he whispered. “So fucking messy. My good little slut.”

She moaned, thighs trembling, grabbing his curls with both hands.

“Quiet, baby,” he teased, looking up at her with those ruined, desperate eyes. “There’s someone in the next stall.”

She heard it then,a toilet flush. A shuffle. The slam of a door. Someone was right there, unaware,or maybe not. But Luigi didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. His tongue moved fast, filthy, circling her clit while two fingers slid inside her like they belonged there. She bucked against his face. Tried to hold back her moans but failed. He licked, sucked, pumped her full until she was grinding on his tongue.

“You wanna come?” he asked, voice muffled against her cunt. “Then you better do it fast and quiet, baby. I’m not stopping ‘til you soak my face.”

She came hard, legs clamped around his head, hand slamming over her mouth to muffle the scream. Her whole body locked, trembled, then slumped against the mirror. Luigi stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“You should see yourself,” he smirked. “You look like sin.”

And she did,smudged, wrecked, and glowing. She hopped off the sink, legs wobbly, dress clinging to her damp thighs.

“You done with me?” she asked, breathless. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush to him.

“Not even fucking close.”

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