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WORKING HARD OR HARDLY WORKING? — LUIGI MANGIONE

Summary: You’re spending the afternoon in your college boyfriend Luigi’s dorm. He’s focused on homework, as always—but as his first girlfriend, you’ve learned when a little break might be worth it.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: NSFW; EXPLICIT; foreplay/non-penetrative sex (f! & m! receiving); oral (m! receiving); not fully proofread & revised; writer lost their fic virginity while composing this

A/N: Please note that this is my first time writing smut in any real detail, despite all my years of reading and writing. Any feedback or insight is deeply appreciated—it helps keep writers going! A special thank you to @fligniuz and @bambimangione for genuinely inspiring me lately with their incredible recent works and motivating me to finally sit down and write this. Study the greats, and become even greater!

“Luigi, just take a break already,” you sighed, leaning over his desk chair, your hands resting on the joint of his shoulders.

His eyes were locked on the laptop screen, the luminescence of his physics homework casting a soft light across his face, reflecting off the lenses of his thick-rimmed, square blue light glasses.

“Five more minutes, I swear,” he muttered under his breath, fingers still tapping rapidly at the keyboard, his thoughts racing in a whirlwind of formulas and laws as he focused intensely on whatever complex calculation he was trying to solve.

Rolling your eyes, your patience thinned with every excuse he threw your way—this, that, and the third. Of course, he just needed five more minutes, as promised, not by just any Taurus, but a May-born male Taurus like Luigi himself: undoubtedly loyal, tirelessly hardworking, but also annoyingly, impossibly stubborn—just like the Taurean bull.

“Five minutes? You said that twenty minutes ago. You’ve been at this for hours.”

Sliding one of your hands down his arm, your fingers brushing over his wrist, he finally paused, stopping in his tracks and pulling out of his thought process, his shoulders stiffening under your touch. When he turned his head to look at you, his face was flushed—that kind of flushed. The kind that told you he wasn’t just thinking about differential equations anymore, and maybe, despite having his watch right on his left wrist where he could see it in that exact moment whenever he needed to check time, he was losing his track of time for once.

And for once, though it nearly pained him to admit it, you were right.

“Okay,” he sighed, knowing better than to object any further, as you had made your point, almost shyly aware that you were right and he, in fact, was wrong. He closed the laptop with a soft click, then pushed his chair back and turned to face you fully, becoming yours for the time being. “You’re right. I need a break.”

The moment his lips met yours, the air in the room seemed to shift. His kiss was clumsy at first, hesitant, as if he was unsure whether he was doing it right—doing it right, in terms of kissing a girl. You didn’t mind; you never did. At times, it was endearing how hard he tried to please you, even when he wasn’t entirely sure how to express his affection for you, as your boyfriend, through romantic gestures. You intensified the kiss, gently lifting your hands to cradle his boyish face, the tips of your thumb and pointer fingers brushing along his cheekbones. He eagerly reciprocated, his hands locating the figure of your waist and drawing you closer.

Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel the warmth of him radiating through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, the steady thrum of his heartbeat syncing with your own. His hands wandered along your back, almost loveshy at first, fingertips ghosting over the fabric like he was memorizing the shape of you—before they grew bolder, more certain, as the kiss deepened into something far more than a long-awaited, overdue break from homework. You had been right all along: he definitely needed a break. As often as Luigi considered himself to be a remarkably bright and intelligent young man—now attending an Ivy League school as an undergraduate, pursuing a degree in computer science, ever the precocious child with a knack for all things science-y—he accepted that, not too long ago, he’d been a complete idiot for not stepping away from his desk sooner. Unlike many men, Luigi seemed to understand that women are often right and deserve your full attention. Somehow, you always caught his like a big fish on a line. And now, he couldn’t believe he had stayed so focused on the assignment with you right there in his room, stretched out on his dorm bed, looking as stunning as ever, and on top of that, as his girlfriend. The space separating you grew heavier, heavy with unspoken want, the kind that made every inch of your skin feel electric, galvanic, and exciting like a lightning bolt amidst the life cycle of a thunderstorm, ready to snap at any given moment.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to see him, to really see him. His glasses were fogged from your breath, cheeks tinged with the softest blush, and his lips were parted in stunned awe, kiss-bitten and eager. He looked adorable—unapologetically nerdy in the best way possible. Without thinking, you reached up, cupping his face in both hands, your thumbs stroking the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers curled behind his ears, grounding him, pulling him closer. His breath hitched as your touch anchored him in the moment. Then, without hesitation, you brought his face back to yours and kissed him again—this time with certainty, with affection, with the delight lying in the repose of knowing that he was yours, and you were his, and that you were the first girl to ever hold his heart like this.

“Hey,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the edge of his glasses before sliding them off the bridge of his nose and setting them on the desk. “You’re overthinking again. Relax. It’s just us.”

It was true. It was just the two of you, in that moment in his dorm, all alone, with nothing to worry about regarding his roommate returning for the rest of the day or, for that matter, the whole weekend.

But in spite of that, you were the first girl ever to have him wrapped around your finger, and therefore, the first girlfriend he ever dated in all his nineteen years of living.

He nodded, his hands still gripping your waist like he feared you would disappear like simple arthimetic flying into his head, without a trance, if he let go. You beamed, leaning in to kiss him again, your tongue toying with his, as his breath faltered, and a soft groan escaped him, the sound vibrating through your chest. The ardor between you strengthened, his body responding as if your kiss had awakened something profound within him. His hands firmly clasped your waist, as his initial nervousness transformed into an undeniable yearning—a fervor that kindled between you both, drawing you ever closer.

You withdrew slightly to take his hand, directing him to rise from his chair. With a gentle smile, you led him to his twin bed, your fingers interwoven as you sat beside him. Before either of you could utter another word, your lips met once more, the kiss rekindling with a heightened need as if the very act of each other's proximity had sparked a passion neither of you could ignore or control.

Luigi’s hands trembled as they slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your waist. His breath was uneven, and his heart pounded so loudly that you could almost hear it. You smiled against his lips, your fingers tangling in his dark curls as you perfected your intimacy together of prolonging your kiss and caressing each other’s bodies. His inexperience, or its lack thereof with the opposite sex, was sweet as his innocence, and how he hesitated, unsure of how far to take things to the next base, only made him more irresistible. While he struggled to express his desires and needs clearly, it was evident that he yearned for something beyond what he had ever experienced, and he would go to any lengths for you.

“You can touch me, you know,” you hinted, pulling back just enough to see the flush spread across his cheeks. His brown eyes widened, and he gulped. “I’m yours, Luigi. All of me.”

You reached for the hem of your shirt and slipped it over your head, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.

He ceased his actions, taking in the gravity of your words. Gradually, his hands traveled up, lightly gliding over your rib cage until they brushed against the underside of your breasts. The warmth emanated from his skin, and his fingers fidgeted with uncertainty. He glanced up at you, his lips parted, and you nodded encouragingly.

“Go on,” you pressed. “They’re yours to touch. Yours to feel.”

For a second, he faltered, shifting his gaze from your features to the curvaceous contour of your chest. With a breath that trembled, he enveloped your breasts in his large hands, his thumbs lightly tracing the fabric of your bra. With a delicate exhale, your body reacted to his tender touch, and you realized how his eyes reflected a deep longing to touch you. As he absorbed this new knowledge of appreciating the femininity of a woman and ventured into the unknown of pleasuring her, the way he gazed at you—like you were the most valuable treasure he had ever encountered—sent your heart into a frenzy.

“Can I…”

His voice faded, but you understood precisely what he meant.

“Yes,” you said immediately, your hands moving to the clasp of your bra. “You can.”

He followed closely, wholly captivated by your cleavage as you unhooked it, his breath catching when the fabric fell away, revealing your breasts to him for the first time. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in astonishment, feasting on the sight, likely matching the exact measurements of your bra size. Judging by appearances, it seemed your back must have ached at times from the rack you carried. His hands fidgeted beside him, seemingly unsure about making contact with the most generous pair of breasts he’d ever encountered, lost in the sauce of what to do next. Now, you weren’t naïve when it came to your personal assets—you’d caught Luigi sneaking glances at your chest more times than you could count, especially on days like today, when you intentionally wore a tight-fitting white t-shirt, knowing curiosity might just kill the cat.

Overjoyed by the moment, you smirked and reached out, guiding his hands back onto your chest where they belonged.

“They’re yours, Luigi,” you voiced it once more, your words dripping with allure, resonating with a yearning that paralleled his. “Put them in your mouth. I want you to suck on them.”

His pupils dilated, those big hands gripping your breasts firmly as he leaned in. His breath was warm upon your skin, and you could perceive the tension all in his physique, the manner in which he was restraining himself. With a moan, he latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue tasting the sensitive bud.

You gasped, your back arching as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth felt invitingly warm, and his tongue began with a gentle exploration, gaining more confidence as the moments unfolded. His hands kneaded your breasts, like they were manhandling raw dough, his fingers squeezing as he sucked, and you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it,” you panted, your voice quaking with desire. “Oh baby, just like that…”

Obeying immediately, his mouth closed once more, firmly this time around your nipple as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling in circles that sent sparks of pleasure through your body. His other hand moved to your other one, his thumb rolling over the nipple in time with the rhythm of his mouth. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, watching him suckling on your tit like a young needing it for nourishment, causing your mind to spiral.

“God, Luigi,” you moaned, your hips grinding against the mattress as his mouth worked absolute wonders, engulfing your nipple, areola, and most of your breast. “You’re so good at this. So good.”

He hesitated briefly, his lips shimmering with your essence, his eyes laden with desire. “I… I didn’t know it would feel like this,” he admitted. “I love them.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re perfect,” you cooed, your thumb tracing over his lower lip, separating them apart, turning him into a man of submission as he looked into the eyes of his woman. “Now, don’t stop. I want you to keep going.”

He needed no second prompting. His mouth claimed your other breast, his tongue lapping up your nipple in long, languid licks before he pulled it into his mouth, hands continuing to knead and squeeze your soft flesh. A louder moan escaped you, your legs instinctively parting as the growing pleasure surged within.

His movements became bolder, more assured, as though he were uncovering a new side of himself—a side that longed for your body, eager to worship every inch of you. His mouth was insistent, his tongue teasing, tasting, while his hands roamed freely, exploring, caressing, and claiming you as his own.

“Lu,” you breathed, straining with desire.

He groaned against your skin, his grip tightening around your breasts as he sucked harder, his tongue flicking over your nipples in a way that made you see stars. The tension coiled deep in your core, pleasure rising fast toward its peak, and you knew he felt it too, sensed every subtle shift in your body as it responded to him.

Luigi’s lips were still wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles, when you felt his body tense. His hands, which had been kneading your breasts with an almost desperate need, stilled for a moment. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breathing had become uneven, shallow. His arousal was palpable, thick in the air between you, and it made your own body ache with want.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his dark hair, tugging him back so you could look into his eyes. They were dark, almost black with desire, and his lips had swelled from the overuse of his lip muscles persistently suckling.

“Luigi,” you said. “Do you want to try something else?”

He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “Something else?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the clean-shaven, supple olive skin there. “I mean,” you shrugged your shoulders. “do you want to try fucking them?”

His eyes practically bulged out of his skull, and you could see the exact moment the realization hit him. His gaze dropped to your breasts, still cradled in his hands, and his Adam’s apple hit against the front of his neck as he swallowed hard. “You mean… with my dick?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your smile growing wider. “Yes.”

For a spell, he looked at you as if the very sight of you had stolen the air from his lungs—his gaze a storm of awe, wonder, and something unspoken that stirred beneath the surface, wild and ancient, like a flame catching wind. Like any other geek, it was safe to say that the portal in his brain crashed and his mind short-circuited. Without warning, he practically ripped his boxers and pants off all at once, the fabric pooling around his ankles in a heap. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. You couldn’t help but admire it, your heart taking a sudden plunge into your stomach.

In Luigi’s case, you know what they always say: big nose, big hands, big feet, and a big co—

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of wetness between your legs as you looked up at him. “Hold on,” you assured. “Let me help you.”

You reached down, wrapping your hands around your breasts and squeezing them together, molding them into a tight, inviting channel of soft, warm flesh for him to thrust into. Leaning forward slightly, you gathered a thick string of spit on your tongue and let it fall from your lips, watching it drip onto your cleavage and trail down between your breasts, leaving a glistening, slippery path just for him. He desperately whimpered at the sight, his eyes locking onto the mess you’d made just for him. Your nipples brushed against each other, sending shivers of pleasure through your body, and you could feel the heat of his cock as he moved closer, his tip brushing against the soft skin of your cleavage.

“Like this,” you instructed. “Just slide it in between them. Slowly at first.”

Luigi nodded, his jaw clenched tight as he guided his cock toward your breasts. The moment the head of his dick touched your skin, he let out a low, throaty groan, his hips jerking forward like an autonomic response. You could feel the way his body trembled, the way he struggled to hold back, to keep his movements controlled.

“That’s it,” you incited. “Just like that. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He slid his cock deeper, the thick length of him pressing against your breasts, and you could feel the way he pulsed with need. His hands gripped your shoulders, holding on tight as he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your nipples rubbing against his shaft, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “This feels… so good.”

You moaned in agreement, your hands still holding your breasts together, the pressure of his cock sending waves of pleasure through you. “Yeah?” you asked breathlessly. “You like fucking me like this?”

He nodded frantically. “I… I never knew it could feel like this, it’s… fuck.”

You smiled, experiencing a surge of pride and joy from his words. “Mmm hmm,” you praised. “Just keep going. Let it feel good, baby.”

His movements grew faster, more frantic, and you could feel the way his cock throbbed against your skin. His hands tightened on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust harder, deeper, his hips slamming against your breasts with a desperation that made your body ache with want. Your nipples were so hard they ached.

“I’m not… I’m not going to last long,” he warned, his face twisted in pleasure, losing absolute control of the muscles in his face.

“That’s okay. I want you to come—come on them.”

His hips stuttered, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across your chest and breasts. You could feel the heat of it, the way it coated your skin, and the sight of it, mixed with the sound of his moans, had tears gushing down the side of your thigh.

He just stood there, trembling like a leaf in a storm, his breath coming in ragged bursts as though the weight of the moment was too much for his body to contain. Slowly, he pulled back, his cock slipping free from between your breasts, and he looked down at you, his eyes wide with wonder.

His body jolted, shuddering, virtually breaking open beneath the weight of sensation. Knees gave way like cracking fault lines, as if the ground had slipped from under him, and he collapsed, breathless and unraveling. Tremors rolled through him, leaving him limp as he crumpled onto the bed, caught in the grip of his own undoing. Raspy breaths spilled from parted lips as he stared blankly at the ceiling, wide-eyed and dazed, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what had just happened. Flushed and trembling, he lay still. His cock twitched against his stomach, the last flickers of release gleaming on his skin like stardust left in the wake of a supernova.

You studied him deciduously, a knowing smile creeping onto your face, and then crawled toward him. Every action was intentional and playful, made to heighten the suspense that existed between you. You positioned yourself in the space between his legs, your fingers smoothly moving along his thighs, sensing the tension in the muscles beneath your fingertips. While lingering there for a moment, you basked in the sensation of his heat radiating against your palms. Not only that, but you moved closer, your warm breath brushing against his skin as you placed a lingering, moist kiss on the sensitive inner part of his thigh. His body reacted with a shudder, a soft, quivering breath released.

“Luigi,” you purred. “I love you.”

You kissed him once more, this time higher, near the spot that remained quite sensitive, leaving him pulsating in rage.

“I want to make you feel good, too. Let me take care of you.”

He whimpered, a sound that was both vulnerable and filled with need, and his hips shifted slightly, along with his cock jittering. Even after everything, he was already so responsive, so eager for more. It was clear that titty fucking you had pushed him over the edge, but it had also awakened something deeper, something primal and insatiable.

You smiled against his skin, your kisses growing more purposeful as you trailed your lips closer to his cock. And surprisingly, his cock, still slick with traces of his earlier release, stood rigid and aching. You didn’t waste time. Every kiss was slow, wet, and deliberately filthy, crafted to make him squirm and whimper, right on the edge of sounding like a little bitch.

“You’re such a good boy, Gigi,” you hummed. “Can I put it in my mouth?”

His hands descended, fingers weaving through the strands of your hair, a tremor escaping his lips as he inhaled sharply, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Please,” he squeaked. “Please, I just—”

Kissing the base of his cock, you felt it jerk against your lips, looking up at him with a soft, loving gaze. “Don’t worry, baby,” you promised. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You leaned in slowly, breath fanning hot against the aching length of him, the tension in his body nearly palpable. A low tremor ran through him, his hands threading through your hair—clutching, desperate, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips, anticipation making your mouth water. Then, without another moment’s hesitation, you dipped forward and took the flushed tip of his cock between your lips, savoring the first taste of him.

Luigi gasped, his hips jerking slightly as your lips wrapped around him. You could feel the heat of his skin, the way he pulsed with need, and it only fueled your desire to please him. You swirled your tongue around the head, savoring the salty precum that had already started to bead at the tip. His breath hitched, and you could hear the faintest whimper escape his lips.

“Oh… oh god,” he moaned. “That’s… that’s so good.”

You hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Encouraged by his reaction, you slowly took more of him into your mouth, your lips sliding down his shaft. You could feel him twitch against your tongue, and you devoured every inch of him that your mouth could consume, the way he filled your mouth so deliciously. With one hand, you stroked the base of his dick, your fingers massaging his balls, while the other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Now and then, you took a moment to look up at him, your lashes fluttering as you admired the sheer pleasure contorting his face in every direction. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, and his eyes were half-lidded, caught between feeling immense ecstasy from getting his damn soul nearly sucked out of him and the disbelief that this was actually happening to him in real time. It was clear he had never experienced anything like this before, never even imagined that one day he would get dick sucked this soon in college—by none other than his own girlfriend—after taking a break from doing schoolwork and then ejaculating for the first time intimately ever all over her tits from fucking them. It thrilled you to be the one to show him just how good it could feel and how you were the first one to blow his brains out—quite literally.

You pulled back slightly, letting his cock slide out of your mouth, and then dove back down, taking him deeper this time. You could sense the pressure mounting within him, the way his body began to tremble, and you knew he was nearing the edge. But you wanted to make this last, particularly since this was the first time of ever being sexually intimate, to make sure it was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, teasing him, and then sucked gently, your cheeks hollowing as you worked him with your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t…” he whimpered, his hands gripping your hair tighter. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”

You didn’t stop. Instead, you increased the pace, bobbing your head up and down his cock, your tongue lashing against the sensitive underside. It was no small wonder that he couldn't hold back, and inevitably, he would come. You could taste him, the way his precum coated your tongue, and it only made you more determined to push him over the edge. You hummed again, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and you could feel his cock shiver in your mouth as he teetered on the brink of release.

“Please… please, I’m so close,” he whined, his toes curling inwards, barely able to hold on any longer. “I’m gonna… oh god, I think I’m gonna come—”

And then, with a shuddering moan, he did. If the other students on the floor in the residential hall didn't know that he busted all in your mouth before, they certainly did now. His body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste was intense, salty, and somewhat sweet, and you swallowed and savored every last drop you could, daring not to let any of it go to waste. His hands fell from your hair, landing limply at his sides, and he let out a long, shaky breath, his body slumping back against the bed.

Quite literally and figuratively, Luigi was blown away—he was speechless, at a complete loss for words after what had just happened in the past few minutes.

Pleased with yourself, you smiled at your accomplishment, wiping your lips with the back of your hand before crawling up the bed to lie beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his eyes still heavy with pleasure, and reached out to brush his knuckles against your face.

“I can’t believe you just did that… it felt so fucking good.”

“I’m glad,” you replied softly, full of affection. “I wanted to make sure it was special for you.”

He reached out, his fingers drawing across the curve of your jaw, and then he leaned in, pressing a little kiss to your lips. It was tender, overflowing with gratitude and longing, and you could feel the warmth of his affection wrapping around you.

“I love you,” he spoke softly, his lips brushing against yours. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back. “More than anything.”

He pulled you closer against his body, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you as you nestled into the cozy crook of his neck, feeling the thump of his heartbeat against you. The room cradled you in quietness, filled with the gentle sound of your breathing, and a beautiful sense of contentment washed over you, making everything feel just right.

However, little did you know, it wasn’t so much about what he hadn’t experienced yet, but more about all the things he wanted to try. If only you knew the thoughts running through Luigi's mind now, fueled by his newfound awareness of his heightened sex drive and his recent experiences that didn’t even involve penetrative sex, but still led to his first ever orgasms.

At first, he hesitated, unsure of how to translate his thoughts into action.

“Do you want to…?”

But beneath the uncertainty, you could hear the raw, unfiltered desire in his voice, a barely contained urgency that made your heart race.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and were all smiles. “Whatever you want, Lu,” you ensured, upholding your promise from the very beginning. “We can do whatever you want.”

For a brief moment, his gaze sought yours, searching for confirmation that, however you wished to surrender to pure pleasure, you both shared the willingness and ability to take that next step together. He nodded, a shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I… I want to try something.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. “What do you want to do?”

He inhaled deeply, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly, before leaning in close. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered his idea, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. A flame of lust smoldered in your core at the very thought of what he was suggesting.

Maybe he wasn’t as inexperienced and innocent as he seemed—well, as he had been.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you sure?”

He shook his head, his eyes brimming with determination. “I’m sure,” he reconfirmed. “I want to do this with you.”

You smiled, and your heart swelled with affection. “Then let’s do it,” you murmured, the mere thought inside your body just oozing with excitement about what was to come next. “Let’s try it right here, right now.”

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