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There is actually no way

Through His Eyes—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader

summary— Luigi realizes your apprehensiveness to compliments and shows you exactly how he sees you. Based on this request.

warnings— slight insecure!reader, praise kink, fluff, L bombs, body worship, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, mirror play, creampie.

You were the light of his life and the fire of his loins.

Luigi was never one to hold back his admiration for you. Whether it was a passing compliment on how stunning you looked in the sunlight or an outright declaration of how he couldn’t believe you were his, he meant every word. But lately, he noticed something—every time he complimented you, you brushed it off.

Like tonight.

“You look amazing in that dress,” he’d said earlier, his eyes taking you in as if you were a masterpiece. Your immediate response had been a flustered laugh, accompanied by, “Stop, it’s just a dress.”

Now, as you sat on the couch with him after dinner, scrolling on your phone and avoiding his gaze, he leaned closer, determined to get to the bottom of it.

“You always do that,” he murmured.

You glanced at him, confused. “Do what?”

“Deflect every time I tell you how beautiful you are.”

Your breath hitched, his words catching you off guard. “I—I don’t know what you mean.”

He tilted his head, studying you with those eyes that made your heart race. “You don’t see yourself the way I do, do you?”

You shrugged, your voice small. “I just don’t—I don’t see what you see and I don’t know how to take compliments.”

Luigi frowned, his heart aching at the vulnerability in your voice. He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “You don’t think you’re special? You don’t see yourself the way I see you? Amore, you’re everything to me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he silenced you with a soft kiss. When he pulled back, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

“Let me show you,” he whispered.

Your eyes searched his, unsure of what he meant. But then he leaned in again, kissing you deeply, his lips slow and purposeful against yours. He pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, your body flush against his.

“Luigi,” you murmured, your voice shaky, but he only smiled up at you, his hands resting on your hips.

“You don’t see it,” he said, his voice husky, “but I do. The way you carry yourself, the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, absolutely everything about you is beautiful to me.”

You gasped, feeling your chest tighten at his words. “You really see me like that?”

“Of course I do,” he replied, his hands sliding up your sides as his gaze went over you. “And I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it. You’re stunning.”

Heat spread through your body at his words, and you couldn’t help the way your hips shifted slightly against his clothed cock. His breath hitched, and his grip on you tightened.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. “Every inch of you. And I’m going to prove it.”

He kissed you again, his hands exploring your body with reverence, as if he were worshipping you. You felt his praises with every touch, every whisper against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured against your collarbone. “You don’t even realize how much you drive me crazy.”

“Luigi—” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his dark curls as his lips continued their descent.

“You deserve to hear it,” he said, his voice firmer now as he kissed along your shoulder, sliding the strap of your dress down. “Over and over again.”

Every word he said sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into him, craving more of his touch, his warmth, his affirmation.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whispered, but he stopped, pulling back to look at you.

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice almost stern. “You deserve everything, amore. You deserve to feel loved, to feel wanted, to be complimented. You’re worth it. Always.”

His words broke down the walls you’d built around your insecurities, and as he kissed you again, you felt something shift within you. You let go of your doubts, letting him guide you, his touch and his words proving to you just how much you meant to him.

When your dress finally came off, you were left only in your lace underwear. With his eyes on you, he used his teeth, pulling them down your legs and revealing your already leaking pussy.

“Can I, amore?” he asked, his voice laced with need.

You nodded slowly, your hands finding their way into his curls. His head dipped, mouth engulfing your pussy, drawing the sweetest sounds from you. He was slow and deliberate, his movements appreciative and showing you just how much you meant to him.

“You taste absolutely incredible,” he hummed.

He pried your legs open wider, going deeper, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue slipped past your entrance. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pushed your legs back, spreading you open even more.

“You’re so so beautiful like this,” he murmured before dipping back down.

He licked from your entrance back up to your clit, beginning to focus on it as he slipped a finger inside you. He immediately curled it, thrusting against your g spot making you cry out.

“That feels good? Cum for me then. I want you to fall apart on my tongue.”

His mouth engulfed your clit and he began thrusting his finger faster. Your legs shook and your back arched from the couch as an intense orgasm took over, leaving you utterly spent and breathless.

He hovered above you, pressing kisses all over your face then finally, your lips.

“You’re so perfect, everything about you,” he muttered between kisses.

He stood up, lifting you effortlessly and taking you to the bedroom bridal style. His eyes remained on you, dark with desire but full of love like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. You were the apple of his eye and it was all in the way he looked at you.

As he placed you gently on the bed, he whispered. “I’d give anything for you to see yourself through my eyes.”

He slipped out of his bottoms, hovering over you once more. “You’re one of a kind, amore. Remember that.”

He put your legs over his shoulders and as he lined himself with your entrance, he kissed your feet all over. “Every part of you, fucking perfect.”

He took your hands in his and slowly began inching inside you. No matter how many times you took him, you still needed to adjust to how big he was. He stared into your eyes and as he rubbed soft circles on your hands, slowly began thrusting after you adjusted.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, feeling him repeatedly slam against your sweet spot.

“You look so beautiful under me, baby.” He held onto your hands tighter, increasing his pace as your moans grew louder and more breathy.

“So tight, so wet for me,” he said, tone full of adoration.

You could feel him deep inside you in that position and your hands gripped his tighter, the pleasure about to tip you right over the edge.

“Lu, I’m gonna cum, you feel so good,” you cried out.

“You’re my good girl, you can cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock,” he panted.

His deep thrusts had you squirming under him and you moaned his name like a prayer, sweet release washing over you.

“That’s my pretty girl. You did so well for me,” he cooed, kissing the back of your hand.

He took your hand once more, gently pulling you to stand. Your knees were wobbly and he held you close positioning you so you stood in front of the mirror with him behind you.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered, “you’re one of a kind. There’s no one else like you. I adore you.”

He pressed a kiss to back of your neck and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Show me,” you breathed, still aching for more.

You could see him smirking in the mirror and he reached down, rubbing the head of his cock against your pussy.

“You’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you, okay?”

You nodded and he whispered a “good girl” as he sank into your leaking pussy from behind. His eyes darted from your naked form in the mirror to your ass slapping against him as he began pounding into you. Each time his cock disappeared inside you and came back out, it was soaked in your juices, a testament to how the moment turned you on.

“See how beautiful you look getting fucked by your boyfriend?” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand went to your tits, groping them and pinching your nipples as his thrusts grew faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You watched him in the mirror, muscles flexing, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and his jaw agape as his cock slid in and out of your wetness.

He slapped your ass before squeezing it, biting his lip as he did. “Wish you could see just how fucking hot you look getting fucked from behind. Perfect ass, perfect body, everything about you is perfect.”

You reached back, fingers tangling in his curls as your pussy clenched around his cock tightly. You pushed back against him, gaze locked on his in the mirror as he pounded into you even harder.

“You look and feel incredible. I can’t hold back any longer, cum with me, amore,” he said, breath ragged.

His fingers began rubbing rough circles on your clit and you fell apart in his arms, your knees giving out as you squirted on his cock. He followed immediately after, ropes of his cum spurting deep inside your pussy and you clenched around him, milking every drop.

“Good girl,” he cooed, lifting you up and placing you gently on the bed once more. “You did so well for me, my sweet, beautiful girl.”

He was about to leave, presumably for something to clean you up but you just wrapped your arms around him, pulling him onto the bed.

“I love you so much, Lulu,” you said, tears threatening to spill.

“And I love you even more, my beautiful angel.”

Every kiss, every caress, every whispered praise that night was a step toward seeing yourself the way Luigi saw you—worthy, beautiful, and so, so loved.

#luigi mangione #THIS IS A THING ????#this is satire right

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