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ladybugluigi · 1 day ago

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welcome home

SUMMARY: when your boyfriend luigi gets released from jail after a year you pick him up and you take him home to spend some quality time reuniting ;)

WARNINGS: clit rubbing, premature ejactulation, luigi gives u a hickey on ur tit, 69ing, p in v, neither of them last very long

NOTES: based off of this ask :)

WORD COUNT: 8.5k

you walk into the house, the door clicking shut behind you as you let out a tired sigh. the weight of the day still clings to your shoulders as you drop your keys and purse onto the table by the door, the familiar clatter echoing through the quiet space.

tonight isn't just any night.

tonight is the night you pick him up.

you glance at the clock. just a couple hours to go. after all this time, waiting, worrying, counting down the days, it doesn't feel real yet. but it is. he's coming home.

it's been over a year since everything turned upside down. a year of carrying stress like a second skin, of trying to hold your life together while the world quietly judged you.

not loudly, not to your face, but you felt it. the way people stared a little too long in public, how conversations around you would suddenly get quiet. you were the girlfriend of the man accused of killing the CEO of united healthcare. that title stuck to you like glue.

and the man he was accused of killing? he wasn't some innocent figure. he was known for being selfish, cutthroat, the kind of executive who only looked out for himself. ruthless in business, indifferent to the people he affected. you'd read the articles, heard the stories. he'd made a lot of enemies in his climb to the top. he had power, money, and a long trail of people who'd been left worse off because of him.

still, luigi got caught in the middle of it all. he was charged, thrown into the system, and for over a year, you lived in limbo, not knowing what would happen, trying to stay strong, trying to stay normal. your friends never left your side.

they supported you, stood up for you, checked in constantly. they never made you feel like you had to explain yourself. but strangers were different. the side glances, the awkward silences, the quiet discomfort that followed you around, those never stopped.

the trial dragged on. the prosecution tried to make the case clean cut, black and white. but the jury saw the shades of gray. they didn't forget the kind of man the CEO was. and even if they believed luigi might've done it, they chose something bigger than the letter of the law. jury nullification. a bold decision. one you never dared hope for. but it came.

and now... he's free.

you still can't quite believe it. the words echo in your head like a dream you're afraid to wake up from. after everything, every courtroom, every sleepless night, every second spent bracing for the worst, he's coming home. to you.

you'd stayed up late the night before, scrubbing the house from top to bottom. every corner, every surface. you couldn't sleep anyway, not with your heart pounding the way it was. so you cleaned. not because the place was messy, but because you wanted it to be perfect. you wanted him to walk through that door and feel peace. you even lit one of the candles he used to love, the one that reminded him of his mom's cooking, though he'd never admit that out loud.

you take one last look around. everything in place. pillow fluffed, dishes put away, sheets washed and tucked tight the way he likes. it smells like lavender and lemon cleaner, fresh and calm.

now it's your turn.

you head toward the bathroom, fingers already reaching for the hem of your shirt. you want to be clean, too. fresh. put together. you want him to see you and know, in that first moment, that you never gave up on him. not for a second.

you tug off your t shirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing a simple, slightly frayed bra. your jeans follow, unbuttoned with a flick, the zipper rasping as you ease them down your hips, stepping out of the pile. you unclasp your bra, letting it fall, then slip off your underwear, leaving them behind.

you want to be clean, fresh, put together, for luigi. after a year of him being in jail, you want him to see you and know, in that first moment, that your loyalty never faltered, not for a second.

as the shower's hot water pours over you, you think about how neither of you has had sex since before his arrest, the long months apart leaving a deep ache in you both.

you know luigi's probably craving you as fiercely as you're craving him, his touch, his warmth, the way he'd hold you like you were his everything. your heart races, desire flaring as you smooth soap over your skin, every motion fueled by the electric anticipation of reuniting with him, bodies and hearts reconnecting after a year of waiting.

you think about how he hasn't even been able to jerk off for a year straight, the lack of privacy in jail leaving him with no release. you imagine how full his balls must be, swollen with a year's worth of pent up need, ready to unleash all that desire the moment he's with you.

stepping out of the shower, you grab a towel, wrapping it snugly around your body before reaching for another to dry your hair. you rub the towel through your damp locks, tousling them gently, then let it fall to the floor as you run your fingers through the wet strands, smoothing them back.

the steam clings to your skin as you walk down the hall, warm and still slightly damp beneath the towel. the house is quiet, settled, like it's holding its breath right alongside you. every detail is ready. every surface clean. every light softly glowing. in just a little while, you'll be getting in your car, driving to that cold, gray facility, and walking him out of it.

you push open the bedroom door, the familiar scent of lavender and laundry soap welcoming you in. the bed is made, the space feels calm, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the room doesn't feel empty. you step inside, the towel still wrapped around your naked body, and pause for a moment, heart fluttering.

you loosen the towel and let it fall from your body, the soft fabric pooling quietly at your feet. the cool air brushes over your skin, raising a trail of goosebumps as you move to the bed and sit on the edge. the freshly made sheets feel cool and smooth beneath you, grounding you for a moment as you reach for the small jar on your nightstand.

summer season. the body butter he always loved. that scent, soft coconut, warm vanilla, and something sunlit and sweet, always made him linger just a little longer when he hugged you, like he couldn't help himself. you pop the lid open, and the fragrance drifts up immediately, curling into the air and wrapping around you like a memory.

you scoop a bit out with your fingers and begin rubbing it into your skin, slow, steady strokes. across your collarbones, your shoulders, down your arms. you work it into your chest, your stomach, your hips, legs, all the way to your ankles. you skip your face, you've already got something else in mind for that, but the rest of you feels soft, warm, and lightly glowing, the scent clinging to your skin in all the right places.

you reach for the matching body mist sitting beside the jar, in the same soft pink bottle with its gold cap and delicate lettering. you give it a gentle shake, then begin spraying it over the same spots you just moisturised, your shoulders, your chest, the insides of your wrists, the curve of your stomach, down your thighs. the scent settles instantly, layering over the body butter in warm, sweet waves. It smells like skin warmed by sun, like late summer afternoons, like comfort and care and softness.

you stay still for a moment, letting it all absorb, letting your skin drink in the moisture and the fragrance. you sit on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, hands resting in your lap. the room is quiet, calm, filled with the faint hum of evening. everything feels a little slower now, like time's holding its breath with you.

once it's settled and your skin no longer feels tacky, you reach for the baby pink bra and underwear set you laid out earlier. soft lace, delicate details. feminine. familiar. you slip into them gently, adjusting the straps, smoothing the fabric over your hips. it fits like a second skin, comfortable, confident, effortless. the kind of set he always noticed without saying much, just that look in his eyes that said everything.

you stand up from the bed, the soft lace of your bra and underwear hugging your skin, still carrying the warm, sweet scent. you walk over to the dresser and grab the outfit you picked out hours ago, simple, but perfect.

you pull on the white crop top first, the fabric snug against your freshly moisturized skin. it clings in all the right places, soft and clean and just the right amount of casual. then comes the black skirt, fitted at the waist, flowing just enough to move when you walk. you smooth it down with your hands, checking the way it sits on your hips. it's a look that says you didn't try too hard, but you still care.

you make your way back into the bathroom and plug in the hair dryer, flipping your head forward as you begin working through your damp hair. the sound fills the room, a steady hum as warm air moves over your scalp and through the strands. you move slowly, methodically, making sure it's dry but not overdone, just soft, touchable, a little tousled the way you like it.

once your hair is dry, soft and falling around your shoulders just the way you like, you switch off the hair dryer and set it down. the quiet settles back in around you, warm and steady. you take one last look in the mirror, skin glowing, hair smooth, and head back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

at your vanity, you reach for the clear lip oil sitting beside your jewelry tray. it glides on easily, leaving a subtle shine, just enough to catch the light without feeling heavy. your lips feel soft, hydrated, kissed with the faintest hint of sweetness.

next, you grab your lash curler and gently press it to your lashes, curling them until they fan upward, wide and open. you do it slowly, carefully, just enough to lift, not crimp. then comes the mascara. a few light strokes, enough to define and darken without clumping. you blink once, twice, checking the mirror. it's subtle but striking.

you sit back for a moment, taking it all in. everything looks the way you hoped it would.

now there's just one thing left to do: go get him.

you stand up from the vanity, giving yourself one last glance in the mirror. everything feels right, clean, soft, polished, but still you. your heart flutters as you walk through the house, the scent of your body mist still lingering in the air like a quiet promise.

you leave your room and head towards the front door. you slip on your shoes, simple black flats you know won't kill your feet after a long drive. you take a deep breath as you reach for your keys, the familiar weight of them grounding you for a moment.

then, without another thought, you step outside.

the evening air greets you, cooler now, calm. you make your way to your car, unlocking it with a soft click, the headlights blinking to life. you slide into the driver's seat, the door shutting behind you with a solid thud. you sit there for a second, hands on the wheel, engine off, the sky starting to darken just slightly.

you take a breath, deep, steady, and then turn the key in the ignition. the engine rumbles to life beneath your hands, low and familiar. you shift into reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, the tires crunching softly over the pavement. the house grows smaller in the rearview mirror, warm light glowing from the windows.

you shift into drive and begin your journey toward MDC, headlights cutting through the soft blue grey dusk. the streets are mostly empty, the world moving slower now, like it knows what this drive means to you. your fingers grip the wheel a little tighter, heart ticking faster with every mile.

the sky has settled into a deep indigo, the last traces of sunlight gone. you keep your eyes forward, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, heart beating faster the closer you get.

it has to be done at night, there was no other way. considering how high profile luigi’s case is, picking him up during the day would be a disaster.

if you showed up in broad daylight, you'd be swarmed with reporters before you could even get out of the car. cameras shoved in your face. microphones angled through your window. shouted questions you had no interest in answering.

everyone wanted a glimpse of him. of you. they wanted the photo, the reaction, the headline.

so arrangements were made. quiet calls.

backdoor approvals. a nighttime release, far from the spotlight, with as little noise as possible.

and now here you are, driving under the safety of darkness, the city hushed around you. no cameras. no flashing lights. just you, on your way to bring him home.

twenty minutes pass, the city slipping by in quiet stretches of road and flickering streetlights. now, you’re here.

the metropolitan detention center stands in front of you, tall and gray under the night sky. it’s just as stark and unwelcoming as you remember, bare concrete, harsh lines, surrounded by fencing and silence. you pull into the back lot near the side gate, just like you were told to, away from the front entrance and all the eyes that might’ve been watching during the day.

you park, turn off the engine, and sit for a moment in the stillness. the soft tick of the cooling car fades into the quiet hum of the night. it’s calm here, eerily so, but your heart is anything but. there’s a tension in your chest that hasn’t left since the day he was taken.

you step out of the car and into the cool night air, your shoes tapping lightly against the pavement as you make your way toward the gate. the building looms above you, silent and indifferent, lit only by a few dull lights along the side. you don’t see anyone yet, but that doesn’t matter. you’re exactly where you need to be.

you stand by the gate, arms crossed loosely over your chest, the cool air brushing against your skin. the lot behind you is empty, quiet. the building hums faintly with electricity, but otherwise, everything feels still, like the world is pausing just for this moment.

you pull out your phone, more out of habit than anything else. there’s nothing urgent to check, nothing new to distract you, but your fingers move anyway, scrolling through the endless stream of updates and noise.

and then, suddenly, there he is.

joel seidemann.

his smug face takes up nearly the whole screen in some news post, lips pursed, jowls stiff, that crooked little mouth caught mid sentence like he’s trying too hard to look serious. his eyes, beady and too close together, always looked like they were searching for something to criticize. the headline above the image reads something obnoxious, probably about his “relentless pursuit of justice” or whatever narrative he’s still trying to cling to.

you wrinkle your nose.

“get the fuck OFF my screen.” you mutter, thumbing past it without a second thought.

you keep scrolling, the image disappearing beneath your fingers as quickly as it came. he’s not worth your attention. not anymore.

the screen scrolls beneath your thumb, nothing really sticking, your mind drifting, until a sudden, sharp buzz breaks the silence.

your head snaps up, heart kicking against your ribs as the metal gate groans and slowly begins to slide open.

and then you see him.

luigi.

he’s standing just inside the gate, dressed in street clothes, black hoodie, dark jeans, sneakers that look like they haven’t seen daylight in a while. his shoulders are broad beneath the fabric, his frame solid, grounded. there’s a quiet strength in the way he holds himself, steady and unmistakably masculine. even in the low light, he fills the space like it belongs to him.

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, everything is still. then his mouth curves into that slow, familiar smile, the one that used to make your heart skip and still does.

“hey.” he says, his voice low, a little scratchy from disuse, but unmistakably his.

luigi walks toward you, calm and steady, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. then soft crunch of his footsteps is the only sound in the still night. his shoulders are broad beneath the fabric, his presence quiet but commanding, like the world knows to make space for him.

you don’t hesitate. the moment he’s close enough, you step into him and wrap your arms around his waist, holding him like you’ll never let go, because part of you never wants to.

he’s solid, warm and firm, all hard lines and tension that haven’t quite left his body. you press your cheek to his chest, and it hits you just how long it’s been since you’ve felt him like this. his hoodie is coarse from wear, and his skin underneath is warm, almost feverish, like he hasn’t been touched in far too long.

then he hugs you back.

his arms come around you fast and tight, pulling you against him like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on hard enough. one hand grips the back of your shirt, the other curls around your waist, clutching you to him like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. there’s nothing gentle about it, just raw, aching relief.

he buries his face in your neck, breath shaky.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“it feels so good to finally get to do this without people watching us like hawks.” luigi murmurs, his voice low against your hair.

you let out a soft groan, arms still locked around him. “tell me about it.”

he hugs you even tighter for a moment, like he’s trying to imprint the shape of you into his memory. then slowly, reluctantly, he pulls back just enough to get a look at you.

luigi’s eyes trail over your outfit, from your top to your skirt to the curve of your legs, and a crooked grin spreads across his face.

“did you dress up just to come get me?” he teases, giving a playful wolf whistle. “damn.”

you laugh, swatting lightly at his chest. “god forbid a woman wants to dress up every once in a while.”

“i’m not complaining…” he says, still grinning. “where’s your car? i just wanna get the fuck away from this place.”

“it’s parked across the street.” you say, nodding your head in that direction.

he glances over, then reaches for your hand without a word. you lace your fingers with his, and together you cross the quiet road, the cool night air brushing against your skin. there’s something surreal about it, just walking hand in hand like any other couple, like the past year hadn’t happened. like this is normal.

you reach the car, and you both climb in, him on the passenger side, you behind the wheel. the doors shut with a soft, final click, sealing you in together.

you turn to face him, heart pounding a little harder now. your eyes meet, and for a moment, it’s like nothing else exists, just the two of you and everything you’ve been waiting for.

he leans in, his hand gently cradling your cheek. then his lips are on yours.

it’s slow at first, unhurried but full of intent. deep, warm, and familiar in the way that only he is. after all the supervised visits, all the quick, careful touches and guarded words, you haven’t had the proper chance to kiss him like this in what feels like forever.

and now, here you are.

you tighten your grip on the fabric of his hoodie as the kiss deepens, your body leaning into his instinctively. it’s not just a kiss, it’s a release. a return. a quiet kind of fire that says i missed you in every brush of his mouth against yours.

he lets out a quiet, broken sound into your mouth, like he’s been holding it in for far too long, and his lips move against yours with a sharper urgency now. there’s no hesitation, no pause. just raw, building hunger. his hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close, like if he lets go, this might all disappear.

you finally pull away, gasping softly, your forehead leaning into his.

“lu,” you murmur, catching your breath, “we really shouldn’t be doing this in front of a federal prison.”

he groans, dropping his head back against the seat with a frustrated sigh, eyes half lidded.

“baby,” he says, voice rough, “i haven’t had the chance to really touch you in over a year.”

his hand moves to your thigh, squeezing like he needs the contact to ground himself. “you don’t know what its done to me.”

you reach for the keys, still catching your breath, and start the car. the engine hums to life beneath you, headlights cutting through the darkness as you pull away from the curb and begin the drive home. the prison fades into the distance behind you, silent, cold, and finally part of the past.

luigi keeps his hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin. the contact is steady, grounding, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you again.

after a long stretch of silence, he speaks, his voice softer than before. “thank you… for sticking by me this past year.”

you glance over at him, then back to the road. “why are you thanking me? you don’t need to.” you say, firm but gentle. “i’ll always stand by you.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he exhales slowly. “i would’ve thought…” he mutters, eyes lowered, “with everything they were saying about you online… in the press… that you would’ve ditched me.”

there’s a sadness in his voice that cuts deep.

“pfft, are you crazy? i’d never!” you say without hesitation. “yeah, they were calling me the most vile things, but that doesn’t matter.”

luigi glances at you, brow furrowed. “what exactly were they saying?” he asks, quieter now. “i know a little, but… not the full extent.”

you grip the wheel a little tighter. “luigi, it doesn’t matter.”

he squeezes your thigh, firmer this time, grounding you. “it does.” he says gently. “just tell me.”

you sigh, eyes locked on the road ahead. “fine,” you mutter. “they were tearing me apart. picking at everything, my appearance, the way i talked, the way i dressed, even the way i stood next to you in old photos. saying i looked fake, manipulative, like i was trying too hard. and some of them…”

you swallow hard. “some of them were saying i had to be involved. that i helped you. or at the very least, that i knew what was going to happen and chose to stay quiet.”

the words hang heavy in the car, and for a moment, all you can hear is the hum of the tires against the road.

luigi stays quiet, his hand warm against your thigh. after a second, he murmurs, “why would they say that? you didn’t know anything.”

you sigh, shaking your head. “i don’t know. people just needed a punching bag, and i guess i was it!”

then, after a moment, you glance over at him and your expression softens. “but it’s over now. i’m just happy you’re finally out of that shithole.”

he looks at you, eyes soft in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. “me too.” he says quietly, like the words carry more weight than they should.

15 minutes later, you’re nearly home, the familiar streets slipping past as the car hums softly. luigi’s hand rests warmly on your thigh, his fingers grazing slow, deliberate circles over your jeans. his touch edges upward, not yet slipping under your skirt, but close enough to send a ripple of anticipation through you.

he then reaches the top of your skirt, and slides beneath it, his hand finding your cunt through the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing gently but firmly. you let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushing, keeping your eyes on the road without acknowledging his bold move.

your face turns red, and you steal a quick glance at him, voice teasing but shaky, “what are you doing?”

he smirks, his voice low and steady, “fucking relax… just let me do this.” you focus on driving, gripping the wheel tighter as his fingers slip under your panties, brushing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

as you clutch the steering wheel, luigi’s fingers circle a bit faster, sending sharp waves of pleasure through your core. you let out a soft whimper, your hips shifting against the seat, your slick heat soaking his fingers as your pussy pulses under his touch. luigi lets out a low, hungry moan. “missed touching this pussy…”he whines, his voice thick with raw desire.

your eyes dart to him, spotting the thick bulge straining against his jeans, the denim pulled tight over his rock hard cock. the sight makes you shiver, your cunt aching as you picture him filling you. his fingers press harder, working your swollen clit with slick, relentless precision, your juices dripping down his hand. you whimper louder, your body trembling as you fight to keep the car steady, every nerve on fire, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

but reality snaps back you swat his hand away with a playful giggle. “we’re almost home, lu. we can do whatever we want there.”

he groans, shifting in his seat, his voice rough. “can’t you just pull over somewhere? it’s dark outside, nobody’s gonna see us.”

you laugh again, the sound light and teasing. “lu, it’s been so long since we last fucked. it’ll be good to do it for the first time in a while on a bed.”

he leans back, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. “i guess that’s true.”

5 minutes later, you pull into your driveway, tires grinding against gravel as the car jerks to a stop. your eyes flick to luigi, his cock still hard, straining viciously against his jeans, the denim stretched so tight you can see the thick, throbbing outline of his shaft pulsing with need.

the sight sends a flood of wet heat through your core, your pussy already slick and aching from earlier. you flash him a wicked smirk, voice low and teasing. “let’s go.”

you both stumble out of the car, the cool night air doing nothing to quell the fire raging under your skin as you fumble with your keys at the front door. the moment it swings open, luigi’s on you, slamming it shut as his lips crash into yours.

his kiss is raw, desperate, all tongue and teeth, tasting like mint gum mixed with the salty, primal musk of his hunger, a flavor so uniquely him it’s dizzying. you kiss him back with matching ferocity, your tongue diving into his mouth, drinking him in as your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him tight against you.

you pull back, panting, your voice thick with want. “follow me.” grabbing his hand, you yank him through the house, practically dragging him down the hallway.

his grip is bruising, his cock still bulging in his jeans, the thick ridge of it straining with every step. it’s been over a year since he’s made love to you, a year since he’s gotten to be this close to you without somebody watching, and the raw, aching desperation in his eyes makes your heart pound.

in your bedroom, you both collapse onto the bed, lips locking again in a sloppy, fevered kiss. his mouth tastes like pure need, the mint fading under the warm, salty heat of his tongue as it tangles with yours.

luigi moans into your mouth, and his hands clutch your hips like he’s terrified you’ll slip away. the pent up longing from his year behind bars pulses in every frantic press of his lips.

you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap, your slick core grinding against the hard, throbbing length of his cock, still trapped in his jeans. the rough denim scrapes against your sensitive clit, making you gasp as you roll your hips, feeling every inch of his thick shaft through the fabric.

you dive back into kissing him, lips ravenous, sucking on his tongue as his hands slide up your back, yanking you flush against him. he moans again, louder, and his hips buck up to meet your grinding.

your lips trail to his neck, latching onto the tender skin just below his jaw. you suck hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling as you mark him with a dark, bruising hickey, staking your claim. he whimpers, head tilting back, his cock twitching violently beneath you.

suddenly, luigi’s whimper spikes into a loud, shattered cry, his body seizing beneath you. his fingers dig into your thighs, hard enough to bruise, and you feel his cock twitching wildly in his jeans. a hot, thick flood soaks through the denim, drenching the fabric as he cums harder and faster than he ever has, his first orgasm in over a year ripping through him with brutal intensity.

his shaft jerks with each heavy spurt, the wet heat seeping against your skin as his body trembles under you. you pull back, eyes wide, a teasing grin curling your lips. “did you just…?”

his face is flushed, sweat dripping down his brow, but his eyes blaze with unspent hunger, his cock still throbbing despite the sticky, dripping mess in his pants. he’s panting, chest heaving, but the look he gives you screams he’s far from done.

luigi leans forward, still panting, and brushes a soft kiss against the tip of your nose, his lips warm and gentle. “yeah, couldn’t help it.” he rasps, voice rough but carrying a shy smirk, his eyes still blazing with want despite the sticky mess soaking his jeans.

he dives back in, kissing you fiercely, lips crashing against yours with urgent need, all tongue and heat, the taste of mint and his raw musk overwhelming your senses. your hands move quickly, peeling off your crop top in one smooth motion, revealing the pink lace bra hugging your curves. the sight pulls a deep groan from luigi’s chest, his eyes glued to the way the lace clings to your breasts, your nipples faintly teasing through the delicate fabric.

“jesus…” he mutters, hands shaking with desperation. he grabs your bra, fingers digging under the straps, and tugs hard, nearly tearing the lace as he yanks it off. the fabric rips slightly as it falls away, leaving your breasts exposed, nipples stiffening in the cool air. his stare is hungry, his cock twitching again in his drenched jeans, ready to consume you all over again.

slowly, he kisses down the curve, each touch sending a shiver through you. then, his mouth finds your nipple, sucking gently at first, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he draws it fully into his mouth, sucking harder.

you moan with pleasure, the sound soft and needy, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding his head close as waves of heat pulse through you. he leaves a dark, blooming hickey just above your nipple, marking you as his.

he takes a second, admiring his handiwork, then manhandles you, his rough hands seizing your hips, pushing you onto your back on the bed with a forceful shove. his fingers press into your skin, possessive and urgent, as he grinds his body against yours, his still clothed cock, hard and straining against his soaked jeans pressing into your thigh. his movements are nearly frantic, a year of pent up need from jail spilling out as he pins your wrists above your head, his chiseled chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“lu, easy.” you say softly, voice steady but firm, trying to tame the storm of his desire. your hands slip free, pressing gently against his chest, coaxing him to pause just enough to meet your gaze. he hesitates, breathing hard, but the fire in his eyes doesn’t waver. instead, he shifts, taking off his shirt, then his hands fumble as he shoves down his jeans and underwear in one quick motion, freeing his now fully hard cock. it springs out, thick and throbbing, the tip shiny with precum, veins bulging with a year’s worth of pent up need.

the sight ignites you, a flood of heat surging through your core, your pussy clenching with raw want. with a burst of strength, you find yourself sitting up and flipping him onto the bed, straddling his hips. your hands move fast, hiking up your skirt and ripping your panties down, peeling the drenched fabric off and tossing it aside, leaving your glistening cunt bare against his skin. you lean down, lips grazing his ear as you whisper, voice thick with desire, “god, baby... i’ve missed this cock so fucking much. most nights, i’d touch myself thinking about it, thinking about you stretching me, fucking me senseless.”

luigi groans, his hands gripping your thighs, but there’s a frustrated edge to his voice as he grumbles, “baby... i wanna be on top, wanna fuck the shit outta you.”

before he can move you again, you smirk, sliding two fingers past his lips, pushing them into his mouth. “shhh...” you tease, and he sucks on them instantly, his tongue swirling around your fingers, moaning low as his eyes half close. his cock twitches violently beneath you, hard and eager as you hold him there, keeping control while the heat between you blazes hotter.

you ease your fingers from luigi’s mouth, his warm saliva clinging to your skin, leaving a slick trail as you pull away. his eyes snap to your dripping pussy hovering just above his hips, your swollen folds shining with arousal, a slow trickle of wetness sliding down your inner thigh, pooling against your skin. his gaze turns ravenous, a low, desperate groan tearing from his throat.

“oh baby... you’re absolutely drenched." he rasps, voice rough and thick with a year’s worth of pent up desire. “missed this cunt so bad, always fucking dreamt about having my face buried in you again... let me taste you.”

you smirk, leaning in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, breath hot and teasing. “i’ve got a better idea.” you purr, your voice low and dripping with seduction as you deliberately drag your core against his aching cock.

you swing your legs around, turning your back to him, and lower yourself onto his chest, lying flat on your stomach. your dripping pussy hovers tantalizingly close to his face, the scent of your arousal thick in the air, your slick folds so wet they practically gleam.

“oh my god, move toward me a little.” he whines, his voice cracking with raw need, his hands already reaching for your thighs. you shift forward slightly, bringing your soaked cunt even closer to his lips, the heat of you radiating against his mouth. luigi lets out a deep, hungry moan, the sound vibrating through you as he dives in, his tongue plunging into your slick folds. he laps at your pussy with desperate fervor, lips sucking greedily at your swollen clit, tongue flicking and circling with relentless precision.

your body trembles as his mouth devours your dripping cunt, slurping at your wetness like a man starved. his hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, pulling you closer as he buries his face deeper, nose brushing your sensitive folds, tongue exploring every slick crease. your moan is muffled as you lean down, lips wrapping around his thick, hard cock, still tangy with the salty musk of his earlier release.

you take him fully into your mouth, your lips stretching around his shaft, tongue swirling slowly around the swollen head, savoring the bitter sweet taste of his cum lingering on his skin. you slide down, taking every inch of him until he hits the back of your throat, your tongue tracing the pulsing veins as you suck him deeply, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit.

your bodies writhe, locked in a frenzied dance. luigi’s tongue dives deeper into your dripping pussy, lapping at your sopping entrance with relentless hunger, his lips sucking hard on your swollen clit, tongue swirling in rapid, desperate circles. his hands grip your thighs tighter, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, pulling your soaked cunt closer as he devours you, his nose brushing your sensitive folds, tongue thrusting into your tight hole before flicking back to your clit with savage intensity.

the pleasure crashes through you, your body trembling, your slick juices coating his face as he slurps greedily, lost in your taste. you take his thick, hard cock deeper into your mouth, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling frantically around the swollen head, savoring the bitter sweet tang of his earlier release.

you suck him down to the hilt, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you bob your head fast, spit and precum dripping down his pulsing veins, pooling at the base. your lips and tongue move in a wild, relentless rhythm, matching the furious pace of his mouth on your pussy.

his tongue moves faster, lapping at your dripping folds with wild hunger, sucking your swollen clit with such intensity it sends electric jolts through your core, your pussy clenching and gushing more slickness onto his face. his lips and tongue blur together, darting between plunging into your tight, dripping hole and circling your clit with rapid, desperate strokes, the wet, sloppy sounds growing louder, more dirty, as he drinks you in, his face drenched with your arousal. your body arches, thighs quaking, the pleasure building to a feverish peak as his relentless mouth drives you toward the edge.

you match his frantic pace, sucking harder, lips sliding up and down his length with reckless speed, tongue flicking the sensitive underside before swirling around the swollen head, coaxing out every drop of precum. your spit drips down his balls, the slick mess coating your chin as you take him deeper, throat tightening around his full length, fueled by the same ravenous need that drives his assault on your soaked cunt.

the room fills with a cacophony of lewd, wet sounds his slurping at your drenched pussy, your sucking on his pulsing cock blending with your muffled cries, each one louder than the last, a raw testament to the year you’ve spent apart, the pent up desire erupting in this frenzied reunion. the heat coils tighter in your core, every flick of his tongue pushing you closer to the brink. his cock twitches in your mouth, swelling thicker as you suck with wild abandon, lips and tongue moving relentlessly, driven by the memory of countless nights spent touching yourself, wishing for him.

he sucks your clit with ferocious intensity, his lips pulling at your sensitive flesh as he laps up your juices, his face soaked like he’d just emerged from a swimming pool.

suddenly, the tension snaps. your orgasm crashes through you, a searing wave of pleasure that makes your body seize, your pussy flooding his mouth with a gush of juices. he drinks every drop as your thighs clamp around his head, trembling uncontrollably. your cry vibrates against his cock, muffled but piercing, as the ecstasy consumes you. at the same moment, he cums hard, thick ropes of hot cum shooting down your throat.

you swallow eagerly, lips locked around his shaft, tongue milking every last drop as his cock jerks, spilling more into your mouth, the salty, bitter taste flooding your senses. both of you shudder through the aftershocks, bodies pressed tight, mouths still working each other’s flesh, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.

you lift yourself off luigi’s chest, legs trembling from the intensity of your release, and turn around to face him, straddling his hips. his face is flushed, sweat glistening on his brow, dripping down his temples, his dark curls matted and wild, sticking to his forehead in a messy halo. his lips and chin are slick with your cum, the wetness gleaming in the dim light, showing how fiercely he devoured you.

he’s never looked more beautiful. raw, undone, his eyes burning with a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger, his chest heaving, slick with sweat, every muscle taut from the frenzy of your reunion.

you lean down, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, tasting the lingering tang of your own cum on his tongue as it mixes with the salty bitterness of his cum still coating your mouth. the flavors blend, a heady reminder of your shared pleasure, your tongues tangling slowly, savoring the intimacy after a year apart.

you pull back slightly, aligning your pussy with his still hard cock, and slowly sink down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open, filling you completely.

the sensation rips a loud moan from your throat, your body shuddering at the feeling of him inside you after a year of aching emptiness. luigi whimpers loudly, a raw, desperate sound, his hands gripping your hips as his head tips back, eyes fluttering shut.

“fuck, i love you!” he gasps, voice thick with emotion, his cock twitching inside you as your tight heat envelops him.

your walls clench around him, the sensation of being filled you after a year apart sending shivers through your core. “i love you too,” you breathe, voice heavy with emotion, your eyes locked on his as you savor the moment.

you pause for a few seconds and just sit on it, relishing the feeling of every inch of him stretching you out so good.

you start moving. fast. hips rolling and bouncing with desperate urgency, your slick core sliding up and down his big cock, the sinful sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room. luigi’s hands immediately grip your hips, fingers digging into your sweat slicked skin, his gaze burning with need as he watches you.

his eyes shift between your face, flushed and wild with pleasure, and the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping sex, glistening with your arousal as it stretches you open with every thrust. he stares, captivated, at the way your folds grip him, the raw motion of his length plunging in and out driving you both into a frenzied haze of need.

his eyes roll back, and he lets out an untamed cry, so loud and desperate it seems his sanity is fraying at the edges. his sounds are unbridled, chaotic, frantic gasps, shouts, and shuddering groans that rend the air, his sweat soaked body trembling violently beneath you, consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy of your touch after a year of unbearable absence.

suddenly, his restraint shatters. with a grunt, he surges upward, flipping you onto your back with a swift, commanding force, pinning you against the mattress, his sweat dampened curls falling messily over his brow. his eyes, ablaze with a fierce, insatiable longing, lock onto yours as he positions himself between your parted thighs, his hands gripping your legs to spread them wider.

in one fluid, powerful motion, he drives his cock back into you, the deep thrust eliciting a loud, breathless gasp from your lips as your pussy stretches to envelop him for a second time. he fucks you with a ferocity and speed that eclipses anything you’ve ever shared, a relentless, all consuming intensity that feels like he’s staking claim to every inch of you.

his hips slam against yours, the rhythm fast and unyielding, his thick cock pounding into your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene squelch. each thrust is deep, forceful, him filling you completely, stretching your tight walls to their limit, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure through every nerve in your body.

your thighs tremble, slick with sweat and arousal, as you arch beneath him, your nails rake down his sweat soaked back, leaving red trails on his skin. the bed creaks violently under the onslaught, the headboard thudding against the wall with every merciless thrust, the sound mingling with your loud, desperate cries and his raw, animalistic groans.

for luigi, the sensation is overwhelming, a year’s worth of pent up need exploding in every frantic motion. you’re squeezing him so good, his balls tighten as he plunges deeper, the slick heat of your walls driving him to the edge of sanity. he pulses inside you, the friction of your clenching pussy almost too much, each stroke a delicious torment that makes his vision blur.

he’s lost in the feel of you, your warmth, your wetness, the way your body yields to him, the way your cunt sucks him in deeper with every thrust. he’s mesmerised with the wet slap of his skin against yours, the way your juices coat his cock, dripping down to his balls.

for you, the sensation is intoxicating, a dizzying blend of pleasure and intensity. he stretches you wide, filling you so completely that every thrust hits that sweet spot deep inside, eliciting loud cries from your mouth. your pussy clenches around him, gushing more slickness with each brutal stroke, the wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out driving you wild.

your body arches, hips bucking to meet his, desperate for more, your clit throbbing as it grinds against his pelvis with every thrust. the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, your nerves alight, every inch of you trembling as he fucks you with a speed and force that feels like it’s splitting you open in the best way.

he goes faster, impossibly faster. the friction of your tight walls pull him closer to the edge, and you feel it too, the coiling heat in your core, the way your pussy clenches harder, ready to shatter. he’s fucking you so good you can barely see, your body shaking as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your slick juices coating his cock, dripping down your thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath you.

suddenly, luigi’s body tenses, his fingers digging into your hips with bruising force as he lets out a loud, broken cry. his cock moves violently inside you, and he cums hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your cunt, filling you with his seed.

the sensation of his cum shooting deep inside pushes you over the edge, your pussy giving him one last squeeze as your own orgasm crashes through you, a white hot wave of pleasure that makes your body seize, your loud cry matching his as your cunt milks every last drop from his cock.

he keeps thrusting, fast and hard, riding out the aftershocks, his cum mixing with your slickness, leaking out around his shaft as he pounds into you a few more times, each stroke slower but still deep, drawing out the pleasure until you’re both trembling, spent.

with a final shudder, he collapses on top of you, his sweat soaked body heavy against yours, his chest heaving as he pants, his cock still buried inside you. your legs remain tangled, slick with sweat and cum, your breaths mingling as you both come down from the high, the raw intensity of your reunion leaving you both breathless, bodies pressed together in the aftermath of a year long ache finally sated.

you reach for the blankets, pulling them up over both of you, wrapping you and luigi in a warm, cozy cocoon, the soft fabric settling against your skin.

luigi shifts, his lips brushing softly across your face kissing your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, each touch tender and lingering. “sorry baby…” he murmurs, voice low and rough with emotion, “i didn’t last long, did i? been too long.”

you laugh softly, the sound warm and reassuring, cupping his face in your hands. “it’s okay, lu, you were amazing,” you say, leaning in to kiss him, your lips meeting his in a gentle, loving press. he kisses you back, slow at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding against yours, the taste of your earlier release still faintly lingering, a heady reminder of your connection.

your mouths move together, unhurried but passionate, hands roaming gently, his fingers tracing your sides, yours threading through his messy curls, making out for a long, sweet moment, lost in each other.

he pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss, and buries his face in your tits, his warm breath fanning over your skin. “it’s so nice to finally be sleeping in a bed again,” he mumbles, voice muffled against you, “not, y’know, being all by myself.” he presses soft kisses to both of your breasts, first one, then the other, his lips lingering on the sensitive skin, worshipping you with gentle reverence. then, he nuzzles his face back into your chest, settling there with a contented sigh, his curls tickling your skin.

you run your fingers through his hair, slow and soothing, untangling the sweaty strands as you kiss his forehead tenderly. “and it’s nice having you in my bed again,” you whisper, voice soft and full of love. “missed it.”

you hold him close, your arms wrapped tightly around him, his face still nestled against your tits, his warm breath soft and steady against your skin. the blankets cocoon you both, your bodies pressed together in the quiet warmth, his wet curls tickling your chest as he settles into you.

slowly, his breathing deepens, and he falls asleep in your arms, his body going lax, heavy with the peace of slumber. his sleeping face, softened in the dim light, carries the gentle innocence of a little boy, lips slightly parted, brows relaxed, the hard edges of the past year smoothed away in this moment of rest.

a quiet happiness blooms in your chest as you watch him, your fingers still gently threading through his hair, tracing soothing patterns. he’s finally peaceful, the weight of his time away lifted, if only for now, in the safety of your embrace. you hold him tighter, heart swelling with relief and love, savoring the stillness of having him back, safe and serene in your bed.

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