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[viasdiary]

what happened to part two of the "please" fic it was so banger 😭😭

☆ practice (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 2.4k

☆ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, choking, rough sex, crying, overstim

☆ read part one here

a week's passed since the night you took luigi's virginity, and you’ve been trying to figure out what to make of it. luigi’s been distant—no texts, no calls, no sudden random hangouts. still, you couldn't stop thinking about him. how good he felt. against your better judgement, you decide to show up at a party you know he'll be at, and your intentions aren't exactly innocent.

so when you show up at the party that night, you do it with the intent of seeing him. the music is loud, the air thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol, luigi’s leaning against the wall near the kitchen, drink in hand, laughing at something one of his friends just said. his eyes catch yours across the room. he freezes for a split second—his lips parting slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting to see you. he gives you a slight smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

you walk toward him, and as you get closer, you notice how his eyes are still on you, his posture stiffening ever so slightly. when you reach him, you stop just a little too close for comfort, and the space between you both suddenly feels charged.

“didn’t expect to see you here,” you say.

luigi glances at you, his hand tightening around his drink, though he keeps his tone light. 

“yeah, well, i didn’t expect to see you either.” he takes a long sip of his drink, his eyes flicking down for just a moment before meeting yours again.

you tilt your head, studying him for a second, the air thick with the unspoken tension.

 “i’m just here to see how you’ve been holding up. you’ve been a little... quiet lately.”

his smirk falters, and you notice the way he shifts on his feet

 “been busy. you know how it is.”

you raise an eyebrow. 

“oh, i know how it is. funny though, you weren’t so quiet last time we hung out,” you say, your voice low and teasing.

he definitely did not find that joke funny. his mouth presses into a line as he looks you over. 

“look, i’m not avoiding you,” he says quickly. then, as if trying to justify himself, 

“i just didn't think it would be a good idea to give any more attention what happened that night,"

you step closer, just enough so that your shoulder brushes his. 

“uh-huh. so, what? you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”

luigi’s eyes narrow slightly, but there’s still hesitation there, like he’s debating whether to push back or lean into the moment. 

“not that. i just...” he swallows, looking away for a second before meeting your gaze again. 

“i’ve just been thinking about... last time.”

“thinking about what exactly?” you can’t help but lean in a little closer, voice lowering to a teasing murmur. “you definitely seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“i did,” he admits quickly, his voice almost a whisper now, but his eyes drop for a moment, suddenly unsure. “but i don’t know, you were so rough with me.” he says, slightly wincing at the word. “and i just... didn’t really get to do anything, y’know?”

“i mean, you made me beg to finish,” he says, his voice a little lower.

you smirk, feeling a little thrill at the fact that he’s actually nervous. 

“beg?” you scoff, pretending not to know what he’s talking about. 

“well i’ll tell you what, lu,”

“i’ll be nicer next time,” you say tenderly, placing a hand on his arm.

his brows furrow, and he chuckles softly, taking another sip of his drink. 

“next time?”

you step even closer now, your hand brushing against his arm as you speak, your voice low and playful.

“yea, i think you need a little more... practice.”

luigi stiffens, and there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “practice?”

you nod slowly, your eyes tracing the line of his jaw. “yeah. last time was just...” you pause, reading his face. “i don’t know, it was just a heat of the moment thing,”

“if you give me another shot, i think it’d be a lot better,” you say, a smirk playing on your lips as you talk.

he looks at you, his lips pressing together as he considers your words. there’s that unmistakable tension between you two, thicker than before. “so you think i need more practice?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"wow, you really are insistent," he says, chuckling.

you shrug, smiling knowingly. “something like that.” you pause, watching the way his eyes flicker with desire and hesitation. “you wanna give it another go?”

he takes a long breath, clearly weighing his options, then glances over his shoulder like he’s checking for an escape. but when his gaze lands back on you, it’s clear he’s not going anywhere.

“sounds pretty fuckin' good to me,” he says quietly, a grin spreading across his face.

“good,” you reply with a smirk. you take his hand, leading him down the hall. he follows without hesitation, his hand gripping yours just as firmly. when you reach the end of the hall, you push him gently into an empty room, shutting the door behind you.

"so," he says, his voice hushed, "what exactly did you have in mind?"

you press your hands against his chest, pushing him down onto the bed. his eyes widen, and his cheeks flush, but he doesn't protest.

“well,” you begin to say, pulling his shirt off.

"i'm gonna let you show me what you know," you murmur, climbing into his lap. 

"and then, i'm gonna let you fuck me"

his eyes widen slightly at your words, and the smirk on his face grows a little. "you sure?" he asks.

you roll your eyes, leaning in until your lips are nearly touching. "kiss me before i change my mind" you whisper. he places his lips on yours. you part your lips into the kiss, gripping the back of his neck.

his hands slide under your shirt, his fingers exploring your skin.

you grind against him, letting him feel how wet you are already. you kiss him deeper, your tongue exploring his mouth. you can feel his growing erection pressing into you, and it only makes you want him more. he flips you over, pinning your arms above your head, his gaze dark and intense.

"look at you, taking charge" you tease, giggling.

"well, what can i say? know you like it rough," he says, laughing softly.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "just fuckin' kiss me."

he obeys, crashing his lips into yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. you kiss him back eagerly, enjoying the way his hands roam your body.

luigi breaks the kiss, panting, his forehead resting against yours. "how am i doing?" he asks breathlessly.

you hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider his question. "not bad," you say, smirking.

he frowns. "not bad?"

"you could use a little work." you roll your hips, grinding against his erection. "i can give you a few pointers."

"what are you gonna do?" he asks, his voice low.

"let's see how well you can handle it first," you tease, pushing him off of you and climbing on top. you grab his hands and pin them above his head, holding him down.

"wow, that's-"

"shhh," you say, cutting him off. "just relax."

you lean down, kissing his neck, sucking gently. he squirms beneath you, gasping.

"you like that, huh?" you murmur, nibbling on his earlobe.

"fuck yes," he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily.

you grind against him, feeling his erection press against your thigh. he lets out a low moan, his hands squeezing yours tightly.

"that's it," you say, kissing him deeply. you can feel his cock throbbing beneath his jeans, straining against the fabric.

"i wanna touch you," he breathes.

"be patient," you whisper, moving down to kiss his chest. your lips trail along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. you move lower, sucking gently on one nipple, then the other. he writhes beneath you, moaning loudly.

"oh my god," he gasps, his eyes wide.

"shhh," you say, smiling mischievously. you slide further down his body, licking and biting your way down his stomach. his hands move to your hair, tugging gently.

"god, i need you," he groans.

"patience," you reply, unbuttoning his jeans. you slowly pull down the zipper, revealing his erection straining against his boxers. you run your tongue along his clothed shaft, savoring the taste of his precum.

"fuck," he moans, his grip on your hair tightening.

you pull his boxers down, freeing his cock. it's thick and hard, the sight of it making your pussy throb. you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

"fuck, that feels good," he pants.

you take him deeper, sucking him hard and fast. you can tell he's close, but you're not letting him finish. not yet.

you pull your mouth off his cock, and he whines, desperate for release.

 "not yet," you murmur, crawling up his body and straddling him.

"please," he whines, his eyes pleading.

"what do you want, lu" you ask, trailing a finger along his jaw.

"i want you," he breathes.

"gonna have to be more specific than that, lu" you say, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"i want you to keep going,” he whines, looking at you with those sweet brown eyes.

“what’s the magic word?” you ask, chuckling as you take him in your hand again.

“fuck, please” he groans.

“what was that?” you ask

“please, please keep going” he begs, bucking into your hand. you stroke his cock slowly, watching as he squirms and writhes beneath you.

"that's it," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him. he kisses you back hungrily. you pull away, trailing soft kisses down his body. 

 "you like that, lu?" you ask, your breath hot against his skin

"god, yes" he moans.

you climb off of him, positioning yourself between his legs. you run your hands along his thighs, then lean forward and take him in your mouth again.

"oh fuck, oh my god," he pants, his hips bucking. you take him deeper, bobbing your head up and down. he tangles his fingers in your hair, thrusting into your mouth.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum" he groans.

you look up at him, locking eyes as you suck him harder. he places both hands on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

"i'm so close" he whines, his grip on your hair tightening. you swirl your tongue around his cock, feeling his cock throb and twitch in your mouth.

"fuck, fuck" he pants, his cock pulsing.

you take him deeper, sucking harder. his body tenses, his grip on your hair tightens, and he releases himself into your mouth.

you moan softly, swallowing every last drop.

you lick his shaft clean, and lie down next to him.

"how was that?" you ask, smiling smugly.

"so fuckin’ good" he breathes, looking at you in awe.

you lean in, kissing him softly.

"i'm not done with you yet,"

"oh god," he groans, his eyebrows coming together.

you reach down, taking his cock in your hand. it's still hard, despite his recent orgasm.

"you ready for more?"

he moans, his eyes closing. you stroke his cock, teasing him.

"please" he begs, his body tensing.

you smile, kissing him.

"you want me to ride you?" you ask.

"god, yes," he moans, his hips bucking into your hand.

you straddle him, your pussy teasing the tip of his cock, your cum dripping onto him.

"you're so wet," he groans, his eyes fixed on your glistening folds.

you slide onto his cock, moaning as you take him in completely. he’s so big you can feel him stretching you as you sink down onto him.

"oh fuck" he moans, his eyes closing.

you begin to ride him, grinding your hips against his. his hands move to your ass, squeezing and groping.

"fuck, you feel so good" he pants, his breath hot against your skin. you kiss him deeply, your tongue exploring his mouth.

"i'm gonna cum" he moans, his cock pulsing inside of you.

you slow your pace,

"beg." you whisper against his skin.

"please" he begs, his body tense and desperate.

"keep fuckin’ talking," you say softly, grinding against him.

"oh god, i'm gonna cum" he moans.

"not yet," you say, your voice a command.

"i'm so close" he moans, his eyes rolling back.

"i said to fuckin' beg," you say, firmly placing a hand around his neck.

"please, please, let me finish," he begs, tears running down his face.

"let go sweetheart," you whisper, your grip on his neck loosening.

he comes undone, his body convulsing as his cock pulses and throbs inside of you. you keep riding him, chasing your own orgasm.

"fuck" he whines, his legs shaking. you continue moving up and down on his cock as he looks up at you with his watery eyes.

"it's too much," he pants.

you lean forward, pressing your forehead against his.

"you're being so good for me," you say softly, kissing him. he holds onto you tightly, his fingers digging into your hips.

"fuck," he moans, his voice cracking.

"i'm close," you moan softly, feeling his cock deep inside you.

"you said you'd be gentle," he sobs, his body trembling.

"I know, i know," you whisper softly. he comes undone again, his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you as his legs shake beneath you.

"oh god," he groans, his eyes squeezed shut. you moan softly, grinding against him as you finally cum. you collapse onto his chest, kissing him deeply.

"fuck" he whispers, his eyes still closed.

"how was that?" you ask, stroking his cheek.

"I don’t know, might need more practice," he says, chuckling breathlessly.

[viasdiary]

PLEASE write boyfriend's roomate luigi

huzzah! more porn with plot!

☆ attention (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 2.4k

☆ warnings: unprotected sex, infidelity, degradation, choking, hate sex dynamic

☆ lu is convinced you're desperate for his attention so he decides to fuck you on your boyfriend's bed

you go over to your boyfriend’s place while he’s at work to pick up the sweater you forgot last time you slept over. you walk up to the door, the brisk air harsh against your bare legs. in typical fashion, you’ve forgotten your keys, so you knock softly. it’s late, and you don’t want to be too much of a bother.

a few moments later, luigi answers the door, and there he is—shirtless, his toned chest catching the faint glow of the porch light. his dark curls are slightly tousled, like he’s just rolled out of bed, and his grey sweats hang low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. a slow grin spreads across his face when he sees you.

“if you’re here to get laid, your little boyfriend’s at work,” he teases. you roll your eyes, brushing past him to step inside. 

“relax, lu, i’m just here for my sweater.”

“oh, sure,” he says, letting the door close with a soft click. “because there’s no way this could’ve waited till morning.”

“i’ll only be a sec,” you say, looking around the living room. “you could at least help me look for it,” you say, turning over the couch cushions. you feel his eyes on you as you bend over, your tiny skirt riding up.

he’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed against his bare chest, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. “pretty sure it’s in his room,” he says, his gaze fixated on you, bent over the couch.

you straighten up, smoothing your skirt and giving him a pointed look. “and you didn’t think to mention that sooner?”

“figured i’d let you look around a little first,” he says with a shrug, that stupid grin still plastered on his face. he’s enjoying this way too much. “can’t say i mind the view.” he adds quietly.

you roll your eyes, ignoring the warmth creeping up your neck. “you’re so annoying”

luigi’s grin deepens, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he takes a step closer. 

“annoying? please,” he says, voice dripping with mock pity. “you’re the one parading around in these little skirts like you’re dying for attention. and what, you expect me not to notice?”

your head snaps up, heat rushing to your face. “excuse me?”

“oh, come on,” he says, the teasing edge to his tone sharpening. “you don’t think i see it? always showing up like this—wearing your skimpy little outfits just to grab some sweater or whatever excuse you come up with.” he says smugly.  “what is it? boyfriend’s not paying enough attention to you?” 

you narrow your eyes at him. “that’s not true.”

“right,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest. his gaze sweeps over you, slow and deliberate. “because you definitely come here at ten o’clock at night in that for him. makes total sense.”

you let out an indignant scoff, folding your arms across your chest. “you’re such an asshole”

“maybe,” he says with a shrug, his smirk unwavering as he gestures toward the hallway. “but anyways. your sweater’s in his room. on the bed. you’re welcome.”

you sigh, brushing past him to head down the hallway, your heart pounding a little too hard. his presence is annoyingly close behind you as you step into the room, the familiar scent of your boyfriend’s cologne hitting you like a reminder of why you’re here in the first place.

sure enough, there it is—your sweater lying rumpled in the middle of the unmade bed. you grab it quickly, smoothing it out between your hands.

“well, would you look at that,” luigi says from the doorway, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. “guess i saved you from tearing apart the whole house, huh?”

“thanks,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice even as you turn back toward him.

you try to brush past luigi, but he doesn't budge from the doorway. his arm blocks your path, and you find yourself suddenly very aware of how close he is.

"what's the rush?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. "you came all this way. might as well stay a little while."

you swallow hard, clutching your sweater to your chest. "i should really get going."

"should you?" luigi leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "because i don't think that's what you want at all."

your breath catches in your throat as his hand comes to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of your skirt. you know you should push him away, tell him to stop, but your body betrays you, leaning into his touch.

"lu," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "we can't,"

but even as the words leave your lips, you feel your resolve weakening. luigi's hand slides around to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. you feel the heat of his bare skin against your body.

"can't we?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "tell me you don't want this. tell me to stop."

you know you should. you know this is wrong on so many levels. but as his other hand comes up to cup your face, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze, all logical thought flies out the window.

"i-" you start, but the words die in your throat as luigi's thumb traces your bottom lip.

"that's what i fuckin’ thought," he says with a smirk.

your heart races as luigi's lips crash into yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. your sweater falls forgotten to the floor as your hands instinctively reach up to tangle in his dark curls. he pushes you back into the room, laying you down on the bed.

"god, i've wanted this for so long," he whispers against your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

you gasp as he runs his hands beneath your shirt as he kisses at your neck, your legs wrapping around his waist. he has you pinned against the mattress, his hips grinding against yours. you know this is wrong, that you should stop, but he feels so good on top of you.

"lu, wait," you pant, breaking the kiss. "we can't do this. what about-"

"don't," he cuts you off. "don't think about him right now. just you and me."

luigi's words send a shiver down your spine. you know you should resist, but your body betrays you, arching into his touch. his hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher.

"tell me you want this," he murmurs against your neck.

you hesitate, torn between desire and guilt. but as his fingers trace the edge of your panties, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"i want this," you whisper, your voice trembling.

a grin spreads across his face as he stares down at you. he loves seeing you like this, you’re practically melting into his touch. "that’s it," he says, before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

his hands push up your shirt, revealing your bare tits. luigi's hands glide over your exposed skin, his touch eliciting shivers. he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. you arch into him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"you’re so fuckin’ hot," he murmurs against your collarbone.

his mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your neck and chest. you arch your back as his lips close around your nipple, his tongue swirling expertly. a breathy moan escapes you as he kisses and sucks at your bare skin.

luigi's hand slides further up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. his fingers trace along the edge of your panties teasingly.

"you’re fuckin’ soaked" he murmurs against your skin. "this all for me?"

“fuck, yes,” you say breathily.

a moan escapes your lips and you’re beyond words as his fingers finally slip beneath the fabric. he strokes you slowly, building the ache between your legs.

"please," you gasp, rocking your hips against his hand.

"please what?" luigi asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying having you at his mercy.

“tell me what you want, baby,” he says softly.

"just keep touching me," you whisper.

he smirks, his thumb brushing against your clit, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

"like this?" he teases.

"more," you breathe.

"what's the magic word?" he asks with a grin.

"please," you plead, your voice shaking with desire.

he obliges, slipping a finger inside of you, and you can't stop the cry that escapes your lips

"he's not fucking you right, is he?"

"look at you, fuckin' desperate for it," he growls, pushing another finger inside of you.

you shake your head, too far gone for words. he chuckles, pumping his fingers slowly, torturously.

"thought so."

you arch into him, gasping as his thumb presses against your clit.

"god, lu," you whimper, gripping his shoulders tightly.

his fingers curl inside of you, hitting just the right spot, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge.

"i'm so close," you gasp.

"not yet," he says, withdrawing his fingers.

"what the fuck," you whine.

"i'm not done with you," he says.

before you can protest, he's tugging your skirt and panties off, tossing them aside.

"spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

you obey, parting your legs, and he settles between them. he places soft kisses up your inner thighs, making you shiver.

"so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin.

he trails his tongue up your thigh, his fingers gripping your hips. when his tongue finally touches your pussy, it's pure ecstasy. you cry out, arching into him as his tongue works magic on your clit.

"fuck, lu, yes," you moan, threading your fingers through his hair.

his tongue circles your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. he groans, his hands tightening on your hips as he devours you.

"fuck, don't stop," you plead.

you feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, and you know you're close. luigi picks up the pace, his tongue relentless against your clit. the tension in your body reaches a breaking point, and you let go, falling over the edge into a wave of pure bliss.

you cry out, gripping the sheets as your orgasm rips through you. luigi's tongue continues its relentless assault, drawing out your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, luigi looks up at you, his dark eyes filled with lust.

"he never makes you sound like that," he says, his voice low.

"fuck, lu," you sigh.

he grins, crawling back up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

"just let me show you how good i can be," he whispers against your mouth.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"this isn't gonna happen again," you say, the weight of your guilt hanging heavy in the air.

"sure, it won't" he says, his smirk returning.

he kisses you deeply, and any resistance melts away as his tongue explores your mouth. he trails his lips down your neck, leaving a wet path.

"i'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

you lose yourself in his touch, all thoughts of your boyfriend far from your mind.

you pull him close, kissing him deeply. might as well make it count. he takes his thick length in his hand and slides it up and down against your pussy, the friction making you gasp.

"god, i've thought about this so much," he breathes, his lips pressed to yours.

he pushes the tip inside you, stretching you.

"fuck," he moans.

you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. he obliges, filling you completely. 

"fuck, baby, you're so tight."

you gasp, gripping his shoulders.

"you feel so fuckin' good," he groans.

he starts to move, thrusting into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. he grips your hips, holding you in place as he moves inside of you.

"just fuck me, lu" you whisper.

"you like that, baby?" he asks, picking up the pace.

"mhm" you moan, digging your nails into his back.

his hips snap against yours, his cock hitting just the right spot. you can feel another orgasm building as he pounds into you.

"don't stop," you moan.

"you sound so nice when you're getting fucked properly," he growls. "never heard you say that to him before,"

"shut up," you groan. "you're such a jerk."

"rich coming from you," he grunts, wrapping his hand around your throat. "you're the fuckin' slut getting stretched out on her boyfriend's bed"

you groan, the sensation only heightening your pleasure. his thrusts grow faster and more erratic as he chases his own release.

"i can't fuckin' stand you" you say breathlessly.

"well you're fuckin' soaked for me," he pants.

your body trembles, your orgasm so close.

"i'm gonna cum" you moan.

"let go, baby" he groans, his rhythm faltering.

"oh god," you gasp, the tension inside you reaching a breaking point.

"fuck, yes," he groans, his thrusts growing shallow and frantic.

you grip the sheets, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you come undone. luigi lets out a low groan, burying his cock deep inside you as he follows, spilling himself.

he collapses onto your chest, damp with sweat and breathless.

"that felt so fuckin' good"

you let out a breathless laugh, unable to deny how amazing it felt.

"yeah," you sigh. "but it's never happening again"

"yea, we'll see." he says, chuckling lightly.

[viasdiary]

it's been like 2 weeks come back 💔 you haven't fed us in so long

i'm posting tn🤞🏼i know it's been a minute but TRUST i'm cooking 😭

[viasdiary]

actual freaky req😓 i cant stop thinking ab luigi being a camp counselor. i was wondering if u can make a smutty long fic ab u being a counselor too or smn on the camp wtv and having a crush on him and he has to like walk u to ur cabin one night and it gets freaky and u guys like gotta be quiet.?!? idk i feel like i need it #ovulation😭

i lowkey freestyled so this is hardly porn with plot, it's just like pure smut 😭 this request was great though i loved writing it

☆ worth the wait (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, overstim, teasing

☆ word count: 2.9k

you weren’t sure when it had started. maybe it was when he first smiled at you during the camp orientation, that wide grin that somehow made you feel like the only person in the room. or maybe it was the way his eyes would occasionally flicker toward you, like he couldn’t quite help himself. his attention always seemed just a little more intense, a little more personal than what you had grown used to.

he was beautiful. you’d felt that way since the first time you’d laid eyes on him. his soft dark curls, the two freckles delicately placed on each side of his perfect smile, his strong nose bridge, his sharp jawline - you’d been studying every single detail about him this past summer, and sometimes if you looked close enough, you’d see him studying you too.

he wasn’t overt about it — luigi wasn’t the type to make his interest obvious. but you saw right through him. you felt the way his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary when your paths crossed. little things, like the way his eyes moved slowly over your face before dropping lower, tracking the way your shirt clung to your body, damp from the heat.

it was torturous, seeing him, being near him, but never having him. you’d stare at his strong arms, his broad shoulders, wondering what holding him would feel like. your attraction bordered obsession, and as the camp came to an end, you wondered if you’d ever have him — or even be able to tell him how you felt.

you glance over at him, standing near the door of the main cabin, hands in his pockets, chatting with a couple of other campers. he has that same relaxed look on his face.

"hey, lu" you say when you reach him, barely loud enough to be heard over the clatter of voices in the background.

he turns, that easy smile spreading across his face. 

"hey," he replies, voice low. "what’s up?"

you shrug, trying to stop the smile that’s tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"nothing. just thought i should let you know i’m about to turn in for the night."

his brow furrows for a moment, like he’s weighing your words. his eyes flicker over your face, then back to the group of campers, but he doesn’t look away. something shifts between you, a quiet understanding. he pushes off from the doorframe, moving closer.

"it’s kinda early," he says, his voice dropping lower. "you sure?" he asks.

you meet his eyes, the tension hanging heavy between you. 

"yeah, but i… i could use a little company before i do." you hint, a slight chuckle escaping your mouth.

his smile widens just a little, eyes darkening as he looks you over.

"company, huh?" his gaze flickers briefly down to the ground and then back up to meet your eyes.  "and what kind of company do you have in mind?"

you can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine. you give him another look—a silent invitation. you take a slow step toward him, until you’re standing just a little too close, so close you can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint trace of his cologne. your heart beats faster, and when you glance up at him, you can see the way his breath catches. he doesn’t move away.

“i think you know,” you say softly. "just... come with me." the words come out quieter this time. you can feel your pulse racing, but you don’t back down. not now.

he’s quiet for a moment, studying your face like he’s trying to make sure this isn’t just some game. he’s so close now, the tension between you both so thick you can barely breathe. then, finally, he nods, his lips curving into something far more knowing.

"well, alright," he says grinning. "lead the way."

you don’t waste another second. you turn, walking quickly toward the small cabin where you’ve been staying, his footsteps following closely behind you.

when you reach the door, you pause, hand on the knob. you push the door open, stepping over the threshold, and taking a seat on the bed. luigi trails behind you, closing the door and taking a seat next to you. you turn to face him, your chest tight with anticipation. his brown eyes are locked on yours, following every movement you make, and for a moment, neither of you says a word.

"so," you start, your voice trembling a little as you try to make yourself steady. "i’ve been thinking about this for a while." 

he seems so amused at how flustered you are. he moves a bit closer, his hand reaching for your arm. 

"yeah?" his lips brush lightly against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "and what exactly have you been thinkin’ about?"

you can’t hold it in anymore. you need him—need the weight of his body, the feel of him close to you. you lean forward into his space, your body practically magnetized to his. his chest is warm under your palm, his body so solid, so real. your breath catches in your throat as you look at him.

“i’ve wanted this… you… for so long.” you whisper the words, and they hang in the air as you look at him.

A slight grin spreads across luigi’s face, his gaze softening as he leans in closer. 

"should've told me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "i've been wanting you too. been thinking about it every single day."

"show me," you breathe, barely audible.

that's all it takes. luigi closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. his hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. you respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his soft curls, your body pressing against his. 

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more - passionate, desperate, filled with months of pent-up longing.

Luigi's hands roam your body. he breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. you gasp as he finds a sensitive spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"god, you're so cute," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "i've wanted to do this for so long."

you pull him back up for another searing kiss, reveling in the weight of his body on top of yours. your hands slip under his shirt, exploring the taut muscles of his back. luigi groans into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

“fuck, we could’ve been doing this all summer.” he says, breaking the kiss.

you can't help but smile against his lips at that thought. "well," you whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, "we'll just have to make up for lost time."

he chuckles softly as he captures your lips once more. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. you gasp at the contact, feeling him pressing against you.

"this okay?" he murmurs, his lips trailing along your jawline.

"more than okay," you breathe , arching into his touch. "please, luigi. i need you."

he doesn't need to be told twice. with deft fingers, he begins unbuttoning your shirt, his lips following the path of newly exposed skin. you shiver under his ministrations, your own hands fumbling with the hem of his, lifting it and running your hands across his body, feeling his abs and the broad expanse of his chest.

“like what you see?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” you say, giggling.

you can't stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips as his bare skin presses against yours. he kisses you again, his hands making quick work of your jeans. your hands slide down his chest, pausing briefly at the waistband of his shorts, before slipping them down and taking his thick cock in your hand. he groans as you stroke him, his hips rocking into your hand.

"you're driving me fuckin’ crazy," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip.

"that's the point," you reply, a breathless laugh escaping you.

“you’re so good at this,”

“just for you, lu” you say, chuckling softly

"you look so fuckin' beautiful right now" he says, his voice low and husky.

he helps you out of your pants, his hands tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts. your body melts under his touch, heat pooling between your thighs. you've never wanted anyone more than this. 

he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, spreading them apart as his lips move down to your collarbone.

your breath catches as his fingers tease the edge of your panties, slipping underneath and brushing against your clit. he chuckles against your skin as he feels how wet you are.

"mmm, someone's eager," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

you bite back a whimper as he rubs slow circles against your clit his other hand cups your breast, his thumb teasing the peak of your nipple. you arch into his touch, desperate for more.

“looks like you’re just as worked up as i am,” you reply, grinning.

“you’re so tight around my fingers,” he says softly

"luigi, please," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. "i need you."

"patience, sweetheart." he says, moving down your body and placing his face between your thighs.

you can't help but groan in anticipation. he's so close, his breath hot against your skin. you can't wait any longer. you wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer.

he doesn't hesitate. his tongue traces the length of your slit, circling your clit before plunging into you. you gasp as he licks and sucks at you, pleasure washing over your body. you writhe under his touch, his fingers moving just right as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"how's that feel?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look up at you.

"so fuckin' good," you groan, your fingers threading through his hair. "don't stop."

he continues, his tongue moving faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to release. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grasping at his shoulders as the pressure builds. you can't hold on any longer. you come undone, your body shuddering with pleasure.

he holds you close, murmuring praise and reassurance as you come down from your high.

"you did so good for me," he says, kissing his way back up your body.

you lean in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you reach for his cock again, stroking him slowly. he groans into your mouth, his hips rocking against your hand.

"fuck, sweetheart," he mutters, his hands gripping your waist.

"let me return the favor," you whisper, rolling him onto his back.

you run your hands along his bare thighs before taking him in your mouth, licking and sucking his length. he groans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you can't get enough of him, his taste, the way he feels against your tongue. you want to give him everything he's given you, bring him the same pleasure he's brought you.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

you continue working his length, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat. he moans, his hands moving to your hair.

"jesus, you're amazing," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "just like that."

you move faster, feeling his control start to slip. his grip tightens on your hair, his hips thrusting harder. you can tell he's close, and you double down, working him with your mouth and hand until he's shuddering, spilling into your mouth.

you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes. he's panting, his eyes dark as he gazes down at you.

"y'know how many times i've thought about you goin' down on me like that?” he asks, breathlessly chuckling.

you smile, licking your lips. "as many times as i've thought about it, probably."

he pulls you back up to his mouth, kissing you deeply. you lose yourself in the feeling of his lips, his tongue, the way his hands roam your body. he rolls you over, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

his cock hardens against you, pressing against your inner thigh. you gasp, breaking the kiss

"you have no idea how much i've fuckin' wanted this" you say softly.

he kisses down your neck, his lips trailing across your collarbone. his hand slides between your legs, his fingers brushing against your dripping entrance.

“oh, i think i’ve got a pretty good idea,” he teases, his eyes fixed on the mess you’re making on his fingers.

"you’re so wet for me," he whispers, pushing a finger into you.

"i've been thinking about this since the moment i met you," you moan, arching against him.

"tell me how much you've wanted me," he says, adding another finger.

"so much, luigi," you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

"you've got me now." he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit.

the pleasure builds quickly, the sensation of his fingers inside you coupled with the friction of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge. you finish with a soft moan, your body trembling as he works you through it.

he's relentless, his fingers continuing their ministrations even as you come down from your orgasm. he presses his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips, his breath hot on your skin.

"i wanna feel you," you moan, desperate for more.

"tell me how bad."

"bad," you pant, gripping his arm.

"hm? how bad, sweetheart?" he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

"so fucking bad," you groan, feeling him push into you.

he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you cry out, the feeling almost too much to bear. he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, his hips snapping against yours. you match his pace, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you hard.

"that's it, baby, just like that," he groans, his hands gripping your hips.

your thighs shake as he pounds into you, pleasure building with every thrust. you cling to him, your fingers tangling in his curls, holding him close. he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“you’re being so rough,” you whine.

“i know, sweetheart, i know” he coos

“you fuckin’ wanted this though, you gotta take it,” he says, smiling against your skin

“it’s too much,” you gasp.

“i’m trying my best to be gentle, baby,” he says, chuckling softly.

his pace is relentless as his hips slam against yours, your grip on his shoulders driving him insane as he fucks deep into you.

“i can’t take it, lu” you cry.

“you asked for this. shut the fuck up and take it,” he grunts. clearly he’s abandoned any intentions of being gentle with you.

"you're so fuckin’ tight around me, sweetheart" he whispers softly, grabbing your hand to hold it, interlocking his fingers with yours.

"you feel even better than i'd imagined" he says, his voice rough and low. you moan in response, unable to form words as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"that's it," he groans, his hips bucking into yours. "cum for me."

you don't last long after that. you cry out, the sound muffled by his shoulder as you shudder, your orgasm hitting hard and fast. luigi's not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses on top of you.

he presses his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

you smile, tracing patterns on his back as he catches his breath. he looks down at you, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"was that worth the wait?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you laugh, leaning up for a kiss. 

"we've still got all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, kissing you deeply.

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luigi’s always taking advantage of us in bed but when do we take advantage of him?? #usehim

love this prompt i definitely need to write more sub luigi fics

☆ please (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, overstim, crying, begging, corruption, noncon if you squint?

☆ reader takes luigi's virginity and rides him until he's crying and begging

you’re sprawled out on the couch, half-watching tv, but your attention keeps drifting to luigi. he’s sitting beside you, one leg casually tucked under him, his broad shoulders filling out his black t-shirt. the shirt fits him just right—snug across his shoulders, stretching slightly over his chest and arms. it’s simple, but it’s working. the gray sweats he’s wearing hang low on his hips, letting the band of his boxers peek out.  his posture's stiff as he nervously fiddles with his phone. the two of you have hung out plenty of times before, but tonight feels different, there's some tension in the air, some feeling you can’t quite shake.

you’ve noticed it for a while now: how he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, how his smile lingers a little longer than it should. you know he's into you. and honestly? the fact that he's a little clueless about what to do with that attraction just makes it more fun.

"so," you begin, glancing over at him with a smirk, "you ever hooked up with anyone at one of your little frat parties?"

he pauses, clearly not expecting you to ask that, then chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“uh, i mean… yeah, i’ve... hooked up with people, just not, like... that much, y'know?” he looks down at his phone, like maybe he can escape the conversation if he stares hard enough.

you let the silence hang for a moment, taking a calculated breath before leaning in slightly, watching the way his body tenses. "really? i find that hard to believe, especially for a guy as handsome as you," you say, your voice low.

he glances at you quickly, his eyes darting away when they meet yours. it’s cute—his usual cocky frat boy act falling apart under your attention.

“i mean, i’ve just been busy with school, that's all. not like i’m... avoiding it,” he mutters, but you can tell by the way he avoids your gaze that there’s more to it than just being "busy."

you smile knowingly, then shift just a little closer on the couch, your knee brushing his. it's subtle, but you notice the way he freezes at the contact. "y'know," you say casually, your voice low, "if you haven't had a real hookup, maybe i should, like, show you what you’re missing."

luigi's eyes widen, his gaze snapping to yours. for a moment, he seems frozen, processing your words. his brows press together a little. "and what exactly would that entail?"

you lean in closer, your lips nearly brushing his ear. "well," you murmur, "i could start by showing you how to properly kiss someone." your hand slides onto his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his sweats. "then maybe we could explore a few... other things."

luigi swallows hard, his breath catching. you can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding himself back.

"i, uh... i think i'd like that," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

you pull back slightly, meeting his eyes. there's a mix of desire and nervousness in his gaze that sends a thrill through you. you decide to take charge, knowing he needs a little push.

"come here," you say softly, cupping his face with your free hand. you guide him closer, feeling his warm breath against your lips. pausing just a tiny bit away from his face, you let the anticipation build for a moment before closing the distance.

the kiss starts gentle, almost tentative. luigi's lips are soft, and you can taste a hint of the beer he'd been drinking earlier. as you deepen the kiss, you feel him relax into it, his hand coming up to rest on your waist.

you break away briefly, watching his face. his eyes are closed, lips slightly parted, a flush spreading across his cheeks. when his eyes flutter open, they're dark with want. "how was that?” you ask, grinning   "so good."  luigi's voice comes out barely a whisper. his eyes are still locked on yours, filled with a mixture of awe and growing desire. you can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his reaction.

"oh we're just getting started," you murmur, running your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into your touch.

"show me more," he breathes, and the vulnerability in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

you shift, swinging one leg over to straddle his lap. his hands instinctively move to your hips, gripping tightly as if to steady himself. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the slight tremor in his fingers.

"you’re so shaky," you whisper, placing your hands on his chest. you can feel his heart racing beneath your palms. as you sit in his lap you can feel him hardening beneath you.

“are you already fucking hard?” you scoff, a smug grin playing on your lips. he can’t even look you in the eyes. “sorry,” he mutters. you look down at him,

 "that’s right." you say, your voice husky. you grind down against him slightly, eliciting a soft gasp.

luigi's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin. you can see the internal struggle playing out on his face—the desire to let go warring with his nervousness.

you lean in, trailing kisses along his jaw. "relax," you murmur against his skin. "just feel."

his head falls back, exposing the column of his throat. you take the opportunity to nip and suck at the sensitive skin there, leaving a mark that will be visible tomorrow. the thought of everyone seeing it, knowing what you did, sends a thrill through you.

luigi lets out a low moan, his hips bucking up involuntarily. "god," he breathes.

“i've never done this before, i'm sorry” he says, looking up at you with his wide brown eyes. he says it so desperately, and you know in that moment, you need to fucking ruin him.

"shh," you soothe, cupping his face in your hands. "i'm gonna take care of that."

his eyes search yours, vulnerability and trust shining in them. you lean in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. as you explore his mouth with your tongue, you feel some of the tension leave his body.

your hands slide down his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. when you reach the hem, you break the kiss just long enough to murmur, "can i take this off?"

luigi nods eagerly, lifting his arms to help you remove the shirt. as it comes off, you can't help but admire his toned physique. your fingers trace the lines of his abs, feeling him shiver beneath your touch.

"you're fuckin’ perfect," you breathe, leaning in to press kisses along his collarbone. he's unbearably hard beneath you and you can feel his erection pressing into your inner thigh. you grind down against him again, relishing the way his breath hitches.

"please," luigi whimpers, his hips jerking up to meet yours. 

"please what?" you tease, nipping at his earlobe. "use your words, lu." he swallows hard, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

"i... i need..." he trails off, struggling to articulate his desires. you decide to take pity on him.

"you want me to touch you?" you ask, your hand hovering just above the waistband of his sweats.

luigi nods frantically. "yes, god yes." he breathes.

slowly, torturously, you slide your hand beneath the fabric. when your fingers wrap around his length, luigi lets out a strangled moan, his head falling back against the couch. he's already dripping precum  you stroke him slowly, savoring the way he trembles beneath you.

his cock is hot and heavy in your hand, pulsing with each movement. you use his precum to slick your motions, making each stroke smoother.

"fuck," luigi gasps, his hips bucking into your touch. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted as he pants heavily.

you lean in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

"does that feel good, baby?" you murmur against his skin.

he nods, unable to form words. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

you speed up your strokes, twisting your wrist on the upstroke in a way that makes him cry out. "you're so responsive," you mutter, nipping at his earlobe. "i love it."

“i'm close,” he whines.you stop abruptly, pushing off his chest to look down at him. he’s looking up at you, wide eyed and needy.

“why'd you stop?” he practically begs.

“did i say you could fucking finish?” you chuckle cruelly.

“please,” he whines, his voice shaky.

“please let me finish,” he groans.

"anything you want, luigi" you coo, sliding down his lap and kneeling on the floor in front on the couch, both your hands planted on his thighs. you drag his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free, his tip pink and swollen, glistening with precum.

"i'll let you finish," you say, taking his length in your hand before guiding the tip into your mouth. he's completely overwhelmed by the sight of you stroking him, taking him in your mouth and sucking softly.

"fuck," he breathes, his head falling back against the couch. his hands grasp at your hair as you slide your mouth down around his cock. you let him hit the back of your throat as you look up at him. you move up and down, the sound of you gagging on his thick cock fills the room.

he's lost in the sensation, his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, trying desperately to chase his release. he's so close, his entire body tense.

"fuck, please," he pleads, his voice strained. "let me cum, please." you pull off him, stroking him hard and fast. "beg for it," you tease, a smirk playing on your lips.

"please," luigi begs, his voice cracking. "i need to cum, please let me cum." you continue to stroke him, feeling his cock throb in your hand.

"let go, baby" you murmur, leaning forward to swirl your tongue around his tip.

"oh, fuck" he moans, his hips jerking erratically as his orgasm hits him.

you swallow down every drop of his cum, continuing to stroke him through his climax. he's gasping and shuddering, his fingers tangled in your hair.

when he's finally spent, you sit back, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

"you felt so fucking good," he pants, a smile spreading across his face.

"oh, you thought we were done?" you stifle a laugh.

"i'm nowhere near fuckin' finished with you." you say, his smile fading as you pull down your skirt and panties before climbing back onto his lap.

"but i just finished-" he says softly before you cut him off.

"you didn't think i was done with you did you? i haven't even come yet, luigi" you say, guiding his hand between your legs.

"just touch me," you command, pressing his hand firmly against your dripping cunt. he can feel how wet you are, how much you want him. he has no idea what to do, his fingers fumbling around between your thighs, his hand shaky.

"god, you're fucking useless." you mutter, gripping his cock firmly, slowly guiding him towards your entrance.

"you have no idea how much i've thought about this." you whisper, almost to yourself, slowly lowering yourself down on him, inch by inch.

you let out a low moan as you sink down fully, taking him all the way inside of you. he lets out a sharp gasp, his hips bucking up involuntarily. he looks up at you with those sweet brown eyes, his lips slightly puffy from being kissed.

"god, you're fucking perfect" you moan, your head tilting back in pleasure as you start to move. he's still overwhelmed by the new sensations, his eyes squeezing shut as you ride him.

"god, it's too much" he gasps, his fingers digging into you.  you're lost in the feeling of him inside you, filling you up.

"i know, baby, i know." you mutter, moving more roughly. he moans with every movement, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. he's completely under your spell, his body responding to yours.

"fuck, i'm close" he moans, his fingers digging into your hips.

"not yet," you order, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back.

"i can't take it," he whines, looking up at you once again, his eyes glassy, tears hanging from his dark eyelashes.

"shut the fuck up and take it." you groan, picking up the pace. he cries out as you ride him harder and faster, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room.

"god, you feel so good," you moan, leaning down to kiss him deeply. you break the kiss, staring at his pretty face. he's all fucked out and crying,

"you're being so rough," he sobs.

"cum for me," you murmur, feeling your own orgasm approaching.

"god, i'm close" he manages to say, his voice strained and shaky.

"cum." you respond harshly, riding him harder.

he lets out a loud groan as he cums inside you, his cock twitching inside you. the feeling of him spilling inside you pushes you over the edge, and you cry out, your walls clenching around him.

as you both come down from your highs, the realization of what just happened starts to sink in. luigi's gaze falls away from yours, and he lets his head rest against the couch.

"you okay?" you ask, a little out of breath.

"yeah, just... a lot." he sniffles.

[viasdiary]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BRING BACK YOUR OLD FORMAT WHERE IS THE MUSIC VIA

no way yall actually fw the old format 😭😭 i streamlined it and took away the warnings, desc, and music but if yall want it back i'll def do it

[viasdiary]

Luigi who's too big for you too take but doesn't care and makes u take it anyways + manhandles u

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS PROMPT OMG

☆ take it (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, choking, overstim, crying

his breath is hot against your skin as he plants kisses across your bare chest, running his hands over your tits as his lips trail up your neck, nibbling and sucking just under your ear. you can't help but giggle, his stubble tickling you as he kisses you.

"god, you're so cute when you laugh like that," he says, chuckling softly against your skin.

you wrap your arms around his neck, running your hands through his soft dark curls. he pulls back, gazing down at you, his silver chain dangling above you.

"you look so fuckin' pretty" he says, his brown eyes searching your face. luigi always looked so hot after you guys had been making out, his lips a little swollen, his curly hair slightly tousled, his cheeks flushed. he looks so beautiful staring down at you like this.

you pull him into another kiss, this one harder, more desperate. you feel his tongue on your lips, asking for entrance, which you happily grant. as the two of you explore each other's mouths, his hands start to wander. one hand trails down your stomach, before slipping between your thighs, gently rubbing at the growing wetness there. you pull away, gasping, letting out a soft moan.

"you like that baby?"

you nod, moaning as he begins to rub your clit in slow, firm circles.

"god, you're fuckin' soaked for me"

"all for you," you manage to say.

"god, i love hearing you say that," he groans, continuing to pleasure you.

you're panting now, desperate for him to touch you more.

"fuck, luigi, please…"

"please what baby? tell me what you need" he teases

"i need your fingers, please" you whine softly.

"gonna have to be a little more specific than that," he chuckles.

"i need your fingers inside me." you beg, desperate.

"anything you want, baby" he says, before sliding a finger inside of you, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up the pace. he feels how tight you are around his finger, his cock growing even harder.

"god, you're so fuckin' tight," he mutters.

you're a panting mess, his finger curling and uncurling inside you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

he continues his rhythm, adding a second finger and beginning to fuck you harder.

"think you're ready for me?" he asks softly,

"fuck, yes" you say breathlessly

he pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine at the loss of contact. he slides down his boxers and grabs his cock, lining it up with your slick entrance. he pushes into you inch by inch, the stretch deliciously painful

"fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips.

you can't help but whimper at the feeling of him stretching you.

"luigi, it hurts," you whine

"you can fuckin' take it." he grunts

you bite back another whine, feeling him bottom out inside you.

"god, i wanna fuck the shit outta you," he growls, gripping your hips tighter.

"please," you say desperately, the pain starting to subside, giving way to pleasure.

he starts to thrust in and out of you, the room filled with the lewd sound of him pounding into your wet cunt. you dig your nails into his back, clinging onto him.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his breathing ragged. you can only moan in response, the pleasure washing over you, your head fuzzy from the ecstasy.

he picks up the pace, pounding into you, your tits bouncing with each thrust. he wraps his hand around your neck, gripping it tightly.

"please, its too much," you beg, tears welling in your eyes.

"shut the fuck up and take it." he growls, continuing his brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping and the creaking of the bed filling the air. he presses down on your lower stomach as he hits your cervix with every thrust.

"feel how fuckin' deep i am?" he groans "i'm practically fuckin' ruining you"

"luigi, please," you sob, the pain and pleasure mixing, the pressure building inside you.

"you like when i fuckin' use you like this?" he aks, his grip on your neck tightening. you can't help but moan, the pleasure overtaking the pain.

"fuckin' answer me"

"fuck, yes!" you cry, the pressure continuing to build.

he continues his assault on your dripping pussy, his thumb brushing against your clit, making you moan loudly.

"that's right, cum for me" he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"fuck, luigi," you cry, your walls spasming around him. he groans, burying himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he cums, filling you up.

he lets go of your neck, his hands trailing down your body, before gripping your thighs, spreading them apart as he continues to fuck you.

"you're gonna take my fuckin' cum, aren't you?" he grunts, his hips slamming into yours, the overstimulation making you writhe beneath him.

"gonna let me fuck my load into you nice and deep, huh?" he says breathlessly.

"fuck," he moans, his eyes rolling back. "take it"

you feel him pump his load deep inside you, before collapsing on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

you run your fingers through his hair, the two of you coming down from your highs.

"you did so good for me, baby" he says softly

"fuck you," you reply, giggling.

[viasdiary]

Luigi’s on his computer doing his coding shit and you’re all hot and bothered and you tell him that and he’s like “not now i’m busy” so you sit on his lap and start grinding on him or riding his thigh or something

☆ busy (luigi mangione x reader)

you sit in bed next to him, watching as his fingers move quickly over the laptop keys. the soft glow of the screen reflects off his glasses, his focus intense, and for a moment, it feels like you're invisible.

"hey," you say softly, leaning closer.

he doesn’t look up, just lets out a distracted hum, clearly lost in his work.

"not right now sweetheart. just trying to finish this up."

you shift slightly, leaning back against the headboard, your eyes tracing the tension in his shoulders.

"you’re really not even gonna take a break?" you ask, your voice soft but lingering.

he barely registers it, lost in his work. "i’ll be done soon, babe."

you sigh, staring at him. he’s so enthralled in what he’s doing. his jaw clenches as he stares intensely at the screen, you can't stop studying him, the way his fingers are moving, the way his lips press together when he concentrates. it’s all too much to ignore. with a soft sigh, you lean in a little more.

"you know, you’ve been at this for a while…" you trail off, your voice teasing but quiet. his hands still for just a second as he glances up at you.

you take a deep breath, your gaze dropping to the laptop again, and you feel that urge to just reach out, to break his focus, to pull him back to you.

you reach over slowly, your fingertips grazing the edge of his laptop. with a quiet, deliberate motion, you close it, cutting off his focus in an instant.

“d'you need something?” he asks, a grin playing on his lips. you gently slide his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table.

“yea, i need you inside me” you say, as you push the computer off his lap and climb onto him.

he doesn’t even resist, doesn't put up a fight. his arms just wrap around you, pulling you into him, his hands warm as they press against the skin of your lower back. you press your lips against him hungrily, and he gives into the kiss instantly.

"please, luigi" you say with a sigh, pressing your forehead to his.

he just grins. "well, i guess i can take a little break" he says as he places little kisses along your jawline "just for you baby," he says before returning to the kiss.

his hands slide over your body, tugging off your clothes. when he pulls his own shirt over his head, you take a moment to run your hands over the broad expanse of his chest, your fingers trailing the few freckles decorating his body.

you press a few kisses down his neck, letting your fingers roam over him, taking him in. you can feel him growing hard beneath you, and you grind against him, your lips interlocked with his, your moans swallowed in each other's mouths.

"i need you baby," you whisper, pulling away slightly as you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down.

without another word, his hand grips the back of your neck, his mouth capturing yours once again, his tongue pushing past your lips, desperate to taste every inch of you. his hands trail over your thighs, sliding up the backs of them to grab your ass. he presses you into him, his erection rubbing between your slick folds, and you let out a whimper.

"you're fuckin' soaked" he groans, his cock throbbing. "is this what you wanted baby? wanted me to fuckin' use you?"

"please" you whimper, your hips rocking against him.

"you feel so fucking good," he moans as you sink down onto him, his hands digging into your hips.

"fuck, luigi" you cry, grinding against him. he thrusts up into you, his cock slamming deep into you. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, using them to hold yourself steady. he moves faster, his thrusts relentless, his lips trailing over your neck and shoulder. you can't help but moan, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you.

"don't fucking stop" you cry, your fingers curling against his skin. he groans, his hand moving up your side, his thumb brushing over your skin

"come on baby," he coos, his teeth scraping against your neck.

"please," you moan, your legs trembling, your hips rolling against him. he groans, his lips crashing into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. you can't help but kiss him back, his hips moving harder and faster. you can feel yourself getting close, and you let go, your fingers digging into his skin.

"oh god, luigi" you whimper, your fingers tangling in his soft curls. he lets out a strangled moan, his hips snapping forward. you can feel him pulsing, his cock twitching as he empties himself into you. "fuck, you feel so nice" he whines, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down against him, his cock still buried inside of you.

your whole body shakes, pleasure washing over you. he lets out a quiet groan, his grip on you tightening, his hips moving slowly, his cock still hard and twitching inside of you.

you slump against him, breathing heavily, your heart racing. his lips press against your neck. you sigh, relaxing against him. he wraps his arms around you, your head resting atop his. you can't stop smiling, your hands running through his curly hair.

"you look so pretty" you say, kissing his forehead. he grins up at you.

"i'm sorry for interrupting your little project, lu" you say, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

"don't be, sweetheart."

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you came out of literally nowhere but you are KILLING the luigi fics omfggg

aww tysmm 😭 i just started this blog less than a week ago and yall are actually eating it right up i'm shocked

I've been trying to post a full fic daily and i'll try to respond to more inboxes but my writing process is very all over the place

if yall have any more suggestions def send them my way bc i need more fic ideas i haven't already done

[viasdiary]

can you write more frat luigi you actually eat every single time

similar to the jerk with benefits fic!!

☆ hazing (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 845

☆ warnings: rough sex, intoxication, overstim

☆ asshole frat luigi takes your virginity not so gently

☆ based on this p!link and these pics

you’re so fucking drunk. you lay in the middle of luigi’s bed as he roughly kisses your neck and pulls at the straps of your top, trying to work them down your shoulders. he feels so good on top of you, his skin slightly sweaty, smelling faintly of cologne.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot” he says breathlessly against your skin. you run your fingers through his soft dark curls as he plants kisses down your chest, pulling your top down completely. he runs his hands over your bare skin, his touch sending shivers through your body. 

he pauses to look you in the eyes, his silver chain dangling above you.

"this is gonna be the best you’ve ever fuckin’ had, trust me." he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“it’s gonna be the first i’ve ever had,” you reply, barely a whisper.

“you’re a virgin?” he scoffs, the arrogant smile on his face growing. he continues kissing along your jawline as he runs his hands across your bare thighs.

"don’t expect me to be all gentle, alright? you’re gonna have to fuckin’ keep up."

he sits back to take off his white tank top, revealing his broad chest and defined abs, a few freckles scattered across his torso.

he gets back on top of you, pulling your skirt down your legs and letting it fall onto the bed. he kisses his way down your stomach, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and sliding them off.

he kneels between your legs, kissing his way up your inner thigh. he pauses when he reaches your hip, sucking on the tender skin. he pulls back and grins, admiring the faint mark already forming.

"i want everyone to know what i fuckin' did to you" he says, licking his lips.

"i want every guy to see it and wish they had a chance with you"

you moan softly as he runs his hands over your breasts, lightly rubbing your nipples. you gasp as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in slow circles.

"fuck." you breathe, grabbing his hair.

"you like that?" he asks, grinning up at you.

"fuck yes,"

he slides his hand up your thigh and rubs his fingers against your wet pussy, causing you to squirm under his touch. he slips one inside, thrusting slowly.

"so fucking tight."

he adds another, picking up the pace. you can feel your climax building, your moans growing louder.

he pulls his fingers out and you whine at the loss of contact. he gets back on top of you, his hands traveling your body.

"you think i'm letting you fuckin' finish without me?" he chuckles softly, running his hands over your breasts.

he leans in to kiss you, his tongue pushing into your mouth. he tastes so good, faintly like beer. he kisses his way down your neck, nipping and sucking on the soft skin. he kneels in front of you on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down. his hard cock springs free, his tip glistening with pre cum.

"you ready for this baby?" he asks, pumping his hand along his shaft.

"i'm gonna make you mine"

he leans over you, lining his cock up with your entrance. he slowly pushes inside, the stretch slightly painful. he groans as he buries himself inside of you. he holds your thighs open, pressing them into the bed as he drills deeper.

"so fuckin' tight...fuck..." he breathes.

you moan as he pounds into you, each thrust hitting your cervix. he watches your tits bounce as he slams into you, the sight driving him fucking insane.

"oh god," he breathes, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, pushing them against your sides.

"it's too much" you whimper, as he practically folds you in half, pounding into you harder.

"shut the fuck up" he pants. "you can fuckin' take it." he picks up his pace, his moans growing louder.

"i'm so fuckin' close," you cry, arching your back.

"fuck yeah, i can tell." he replies, his breathing labored.

he leans forward, looking down at you as he continues pounding into you.

"say my fuckin' name."

"luigi," you moan, the intense feeling of him stretching you out almost sending you over the edge.

"louder baby." he urges. “let everyone hear me fuckin’ ruining you.”

"luigi, please" you beg, feeling your orgasm building.

"cum for me baby" he groans, fucking you so deep it feels he's breaking you. you can feel yourself getting close, your cries growing louder.

"that's right. fuckin' cum all over my cock" he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. he grips your thighs tighter as he pumps into you a few more times before letting out a deep groan, filling you completely.

you both stay like that for a minute, breathing heavily. he lets go of your legs, causing them to fall to either side of him. he falls on top of you, burying his face in your neck. you wrap your arms around him, your fingers gently brushing his soft curls.

"not too bad for a virgin." he chuckles against your skin.

[viasdiary]

☆ old times' sake (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ part 2 of i'm yours (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 3.4k

☆ warnings: infidelity, slight coercion, smut, unprotected sex, not proofread

☆ you go to dinner at a friend's house with your new boyfriend. luigi's there and he ends up pulling you back in.

it’s been a while since you and luigi broke up. you were never one to hold on to the past, so when you realized he wasn’t what you needed, letting go was easier than expected. still, you can’t deny that his attempts to reach out over the months left a lingering trace in your mind. you’ve moved on, but now, there’s this dinner—one you can’t avoid. your mutual friend invited both of you, and despite your reluctance, you agreed to go.

you tell yourself it’ll be fine. you’re bringing your new boyfriend, after all, someone who you’re still figuring out, but you can’t imagine being without him in this moment.

on the car ride there, the tension weighs on you. you glance at your new boyfriend, and decide to warn him.

"look," you start, your voice steady but carrying a hint of caution,

"luigi can be... difficult. he doesn’t take well to seeing me with someone else. it’s like he thinks we're inveitably gonna end up back together."

your boyfriend glances over at you, half-smiling, unfazed.

"i’ve dealt with jealous exes before," he shrugs, clearly unconcerned.

"i’ll be fine."

you try to stifle a nervous laugh. you’re not so sure. luigi has a way of making you feel terribly guilty, even now, and you hate that this dinner is forcing you to confront all of that again.

you pull into the driveway and kill the engine, the weight of the evening settling over you. the house is quiet for a moment, but then the muffled sound of laughter and chatter drifts out the front door as your friend opens it to greet you. your boyfriend reaches over and brushes a hand against your shoulder, his fingers lingering a moment longer than usual.

"you look really pretty tonight, baby." he says, his smile warm. the compliment helps ease the nerves in your chest. you're wearing a low-cut black dress that hugs your figure just right, and you know he’s enjoying the way it clings to your body.

the door opens wider, and you step inside. the conversation flows easily as you exchange pleasantries with your friend. you’re distracted, though—your eyes drifting across the room, already searching for him. it doesn’t take long. luigi stands by the window, leaning against the wall, exuding his usual relaxed confidence. luigi’s tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a burgundy sweater with a white collared shirt underneath and khaki slacks. he looks so handsome, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his thick eyebrows and dark curly hair frame his face perfectly, and the two small moles on his cheeks—ones you used to think were endearing—still make him look beautiful.

he’s talking to a girl, and your stomach drops. she’s ridiculously young—no older than 20, probably. you can tell by the way she’s smiling at him, hanging onto every word, that he’s enjoying the attention. he's only 26, but the age gap between them is impossible to ignore. you look away, trying to push down the unease.

dinner comes and goes quickly. the conversation is light, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in the air, as if everyone is walking on eggshells. you catch luigi’s gaze once or twice, but you don’t engage. the meal is pleasant enough, but it feels like the calm before the storm.

after dinner, your boyfriend excuses himself to the bathroom. you’re left with your thoughts, trying to shake the growing uneasy feeling.

that’s when luigi appears by your side, his presence almost too familiar. he stands just a little too close, and you take a step back, trying to maintain the space you’ve worked so hard to carve out. he gives you a half-smile, the one that used to melt you, but now just feels like a well-practiced mask.

“you look good,” he says, and you hear a sincerity in his voice you almost don’t want to believe.

you’re about to say something, but before you can, he’s already guiding you toward the kitchen. the lights are dim, and the space smells like fresh herbs and roasted garlic from dinner.

you stand there for a moment, the dim light in the kitchen casting soft shadows across the walls, the hum of quiet conversation from the dining room barely reaching you. luigi’s presence is still close, but not enough to feel suffocating—yet. he’s looking at the wine bottle, a thoughtful frown tugging at his features.

“you want a drink?” he asks, his voice casual, but there's an edge to it, like he’s testing something.

"for old times’ sake?"

the question catches you off guard. you hate that phrase. for old times' sake. it's loaded with too many memories, too much nostalgia, like it’s somehow asking you to remember the good things—before everything falls apart. it’s a sad thing to say, like trying to do something just to honor a love that’s already gone.

still, you don’t show it. you exhale slowly.

"sure, i’ll have one."

luigi pours the wine with an easy confidence, the motion familiar, but with a quiet intent. his hands are the same as you remember—strong, sure, and steady. when he hands you the glass, your fingers brush for a moment, and something stirs deep in you. you pull your hand back quickly, but the feeling lingers.

"cheers," he says, his voice low, almost too soft. when you meet his eyes, you see that familiar spark, something deep and unresolved, flickering in the brown depths.

you clink your glass against his, but don’t drink yet.

"you always liked to pour for me," you say lightly, trying to keep things casual, but the words come out sharper than you meant.

luigi gives a small smile, soft but knowing.

"guess i still remember how to treat you right."

it hits you then, how loaded that line is. is he trying to remind you of the past? or is he simply playing the part again? you don’t know, but you feel it all the same—everything that was once between you.

"i wasn’t sure i’d ever see you again like this," he says quietly, his gaze soft but searching, like he’s waiting for a reaction.

"like what?" you ask, though you already know what he means.

"together. with someone else." his tone shifts slightly, something raw underneath, like he’s struggling to say it.

you sip the wine, letting the cool liquid fill the silence.

"well, i’m happy now."

you don’t mean to snap, but the words come out a little sharper than you intended. he notices, his frown deepening.

"i never meant to hurt you," he says, voice lower now, more genuine.

"i always thought we were good. but then... i don’t know. i just was so scared to lose you."

you look at him for a long moment, remembering all the things you tried to ignore before you walked away. but standing here now, it all feels so far behind you.

"i’m not the same person i was back then," you say quietly, the honesty pulling something tight in your chest.

luigi takes a deep breath, his eyes softening, before he looks away, tapping his fingers against the wine bottle.

"maybe neither of us are."

your boyfriend still hasn’t come back, and the quiet hum from the other room is now a distant sound. it’s just you and luigi, the air thick with something you can’t quite name. he looks at you, that familiar, easy smile making a slow return. the same smile that used to make your heart race.

"y'know," he says, glancing toward the door, "she went home a little while ago."

you raise an eyebrow. “your date?"

luigi shrugs, that same smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"yeah. she wasn’t really my type. just a fling, y'know?"

you almost don’t believe him, but the honesty in his voice catches you off guard. it’s like he’s showing a side of himself you didn’t expect. maybe he’s letting down the act, or maybe this is just the last remnants of his charm.

before you can say anything, luigi smiles, this time a little brighter, almost coaxing.

"come on," he says. "let’s talk somewhere quieter. it’s not often i get a real conversation with you anymore."

for a moment, doubt flickers in your mind. but you nod anyway, letting him lead you down the hall. the hallway is dimly lit, and his presence is a shadow ahead of you. he opens a door halfway down the hall, a guest room.

you follow him in, heart pounding for reasons you can’t explain.

luigi sits on the edge of the bed, glancing back at you as you stand in the doorway.

"i figured we’d be a little more comfortable in here."

you join him, sitting just a little farther away than you’d like, but the tension between you is palpable. he looks at you with something deeper than the cocky grin he used to wear, and for the first time in a while, you find yourself listening—really listening—to what he has to say.

"i never got a chance to explain," he says, his voice quieter now. "how things ended... i know i messed up."

you’re not sure what to do with the vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity you never thought you’d hear from him again. and just as you're about to respond, your heartbeat stutters when you realize how close you are—how his eyes seem to pull you back into that place.

"maybe i can change," he says softly.

"if you’ll let me."

your body feels warm, but not from the alcohol this time. you’re sitting too close to him. his brown eyes lock with yours, and the pull is undeniable. the space between you seems to shrink as he leans in, the air heavy with something unspoken.

"you're not making this easy," you whisper.

he smirks, leaning just a little closer, his voice a low murmur.

"you never wanted it to be easy."

the words hang between you, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

his lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. you feel his breath on your skin, and the tension melts away. his hands are already on your waist, the weight of his touch achingly familiar.

"i know we can't go back," he whispers, his voice thick with want.

"but maybe we can start over."

he kisses you again, his touch gentle but firm. you know how wrong it is, but the desire is too strong, and the guilt is already gone. you need this. he needs this.

his kiss is urgent now, his hands roaming across your body, his tongue meeting yours, sending sparks down your spine. he tastes like wine, and he kisses like he's missed you, like this is what he's wanted all along. you pull him closer, savoring the feel of him, his heat, the taste of him, and for a moment, the world goes silent. it's just you and him, in this space where the past is buried and the future is just a hazy blur.

"god, i've missed you so fuckin' much," he breathes, his lips tracing your jawline, his hands gripping your waist.

you pull away for a moment, breathless.

"we shouldn't be doing this."

he smiles, and the sight makes your heart stutter. he's so determined this time, and that makes it worse.

"what are we doing, then?" he asks, his voice low, teasing.

"i don't know," you murmur.

"you know you want this," he says. "i can feel it."

you look at him, seeing him in a new light. the cockiness is still there, but now you can see the longing behind it.

"it's not that easy," you say.

"i know," he says softly.

he kisses you again, his touch slow, deliberate, his lips exploring yours with a tenderness you've never felt from him. he comes closer, his chest pressing against yours, his hips meeting yours as he lays you down on the bed.

he's hard.

he presses against your thigh, and it takes all the willpower in you not to give in. you can feel the ache in him, and it mirrors the desire rising in you. you want this so badly, but it's too soon, too fast.

"we should stop," you say, the words coming out as a half-moan.

he groans, pulling away, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing ragged.

"i know," he whispers.

there's a long pause.

"it's just," he continues, "this feels right. we shouldn't have to wait."

you look at him, really look at him. he looks so desperate. so honest.

"i don't know if i can do this again, lu," you say, your voice breaking a little. "not after last time."

he swallows, his gaze intense, his eyes filled with something you can't name.

"please let me show you," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "let me show you fuckin' good i can be."

he kisses you again, and the heat between you rises. you kiss him back, and he groans against your lips, his body tensing, his grip on your waist tightening.

"please," he begs, his voice ragged, "i need you."

he kisses you again, his hands gripping your hips, his touch urgent, desperate. he kisses your neck, your jaw, your collarbone, his mouth hot on your skin. he kisses you everywhere, and the ache in you is so strong, you can't deny it any longer.

you gasp, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against his. his lips part, and his breath catches in his throat, his eyes dark with want.

"i missed you," he whispers. "fuck, i missed you so much."

you kiss him, tasting the wine on his tongue, feeling the heat of him. you need him.

you reach down and unbuckle his belt, your hand grazing his hardness, the sound of his sharp intake of breath sending a jolt through your body. he grips your wrist firmly as you pull away.

"you still like it like that?" he breathes, his voice low.

"always," you reply, and his eyes flash with excitement.

he kisses you deeply, his hand slipping under your dress, his fingers sliding across the lace of your underwear. you gasp, arching your back, a low moan escaping your lips.

"fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck.

he smiles softly against your skin, pulling your underwear aside, his fingers sliding across your slick folds. you shiver, biting back a moan.

"d'you want me to stop?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.

you shake your head, pulling him closer, the ache in your core growing stronger. he slips a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit, and the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

"yes," you gasp, gripping the sheets.

"fuck," he groans, his fingers moving faster, the sound of your wetness filling the room.

"don't stop," you breathe, "please."

he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "i'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good."

he curls his fingers inside you, the friction sending sparks through your body, his thumb rubbing against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. you writhe beneath him, gasping, panting, begging for more.

"cum for me, baby" he begs, his voice low and raspy, his touch sending you over the edge.

you cry out, arching your back, the waves of ecstasy crashing through you. he kisses you hungrily, his hand still moving between your legs, prolonging the bliss. you dig your fingers into his shoulders, your heart racing, the intensity overwhelming.

he pulls away, his lips glistening, a smirk on his face.

"see? you're still mine," he says, his voice rough.

"we should really stop," you say, breathless, but the words don't sound convincing, even to you.

he sighs, shaking his head.

"no," he says, his gaze softening, his eyes full of something deeper. "we don't have to."

the tension between you is electric. you can feel the desire in him, the need. you can't fight it anymore. you want him.

"let me make you feel good," he says, his voice soft.

you nod, the ache in your core deepening.

"i'm yours," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. "always."

he kisses you again, and the world falls away. there's no past, no future, no hesitation. just the two of you, lost in each other, giving in to the desire that's been simmering for far too long.

he unbuttons his pants, and slides them down his hips, the outline of his hardness visible through his boxers.

"are you sure?" he asks, his gaze searching yours.

you nod, and the hunger in his eyes intensifies.

"fuck, you're so beautiful," he breathes.

he kneels before you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your legs.

"so perfect," he says, his gaze fixed on you, drinking in the sight of you.

he kisses your inner thighs, his tongue teasing you, his stubble tickling your skin. you writhe beneath him, the pleasure building, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer.

"you're so fucking gorgeous," he murmurs, his gaze locked with yours, his tongue tasting you.

you moan, arching your back, your hand tangling in his hair, the waves of ecstasy threatening to consume you.

"you're so good," he breathes, his hands sliding down your thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass.

"luigi, please," you beg, your voice trembling, the ache in your core growing stronger.

he smirks, his fingers curling around your hips, his touch sending sparks through your body.

"fuck," he groans, his breath hot on your skin.

you wrap your legs around his shoulders, the heat between you rising, the tension building.

"oh god," you whimper, the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

"let go baby," he urges, his tongue circling your clit, his fingers sliding inside you, sending you over the edge.

you cry out, your body tensing, the waves of ecstasy crashing through you, the bliss unlike anything you've felt before.

"that's my girl," he says, his lips glistening, his gaze locked with yours, his touch drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming across your body, savoring every inch of you. he slips off his boxers, his hardness pressing against your thigh.

"are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

you nod, and the hunger in his eyes deepens.

he pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, the sensation making you gasp, your breath catching in your throat.

"fuck," he groans, his hips rocking against yours, his grip on your hips tightening.

you cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, the friction building, the pleasure overwhelming.

"don't stop," you beg, the waves of ecstasy washing over you, your body aching for release.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster, the sound of his hips meeting yours echoing in the room, the tension rising.

"you're mine," he groans, his lips brushing against yours, his breath hot on your skin.

you wrap your legs around him, the friction building, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

"yours," you whisper, the word sending shivers down your spine.

"fuck yes," he breathes, his grip on your hips tightening, his movements growing more urgent.

"oh god," you whimper, the tension in you reaching its breaking point.

he groans, his hips meeting yours, the pressure building, the pleasure rising.

"cum for me, baby," he groans, the hunger in his gaze sending you over the edge.

you arch your back, the waves of ecstasy rolling through you, the bliss unlike anything you've felt before.

he pulls out, spilling onto your stomach, the sight of him losing himself setting off a second wave of pleasure.

you cling to him, the two of you tangled together, your heart pounding, the heat between you rising.

he collapses on top of you, breathless, spent, his arms wrapping around you. you cling to him, the warmth of his embrace soothing the ache in your core.

"you're so perfect," he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.

"that was..." you start, but the words don't seem like enough.

he smiles, his gaze softening.

"it's like we never left each other," he says.

you nod, the realization settling in, the doubt fading away.

[viasdiary]

☆ masterlist

☆ attention

lu is convinced you're desperate for his attention so he decides to fuck you on your boyfriend's bed

☆ worth the wait

slowburn where you and lu are both camp counselors and you finally end up spending the night together ☆ please

you take luigi's virginity and make him beg to finish ☆ take it

luigi who's too big for you, but doesn't care and makes you take it anyways + manhandles you ☆ busy

boyfriend luigi is busy working on his computer so you decide to get his attention by riding him

☆ hazing

frat boy luigi who you met at a party takes your virginity not so gently

☆ old times' sake

you go to dinner at a friend's house with your new boyfriend. your ex luigi's there and he ends up having his way with you

☆ be my first

inexperienced luigi who tutored you through high school asks you to take his virginity before he goes off to college.

☆ i'm yours

after taking a break from each other, you decide you should make it permanent. you invite luigi over to break up with him but he's got something else in mind.

☆ jerk with benefits

conceited frat luigi clashes with a stubborn main character, but they have insane sexual chemistry. ☆ poolside convo

your summer fling with luigi comes to an end and you decide to make the most of your last night together

[viasdiary]

can you write inexperienced luigi asking the reader to get him ready for college, like taking his virginity

☆ be my first (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 2.1k

☆ warnings: smut, crying, overstimulation, unprotected sex, barely proofread

☆ inexperienced luigi who tutored you through high school asks you to take his virginity before he goes off to college.

it’s late afternoon, and you’ve just stepped out of the shower when your phone rings. you see it’s luigi calling, and you answer almost instantly.

"hey," he greets you, his voice warm and familiar.

"hey, lu," you reply, a grin spreading across your face. "it's been, like, forever since we talked."

"i know," he says softly, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice, maybe even picture the slight blush creeping across his cheeks.

"what’s up?" you ask, curious.

his voice shifts slightly, a little hesitant, like he’s preparing for something important.

"i was wondering if i could come over later… i just have something i need some help with," he admits, sounding almost embarrassed.

"yeah, of course," you respond, offering him a reassuring tone.

"thanks," he breathes out, sounding relieved. "it means a lot. i'll see you later, then."

the hours stretch on as you wait for him to arrive. time feels like it’s moving agonizingly slow. you try to distract yourself, but your mind keeps drifting back to the upcoming visit. you haven't seen luigi in so long. you lay on your couch, looking out the large front window at the setting sun, golden light streaming into your small living room.

when the doorbell finally rings, you get up, take a deep breath to calm your racing thoughts. you open the door, and there he is.

luigi stands on your doorstep, looking even more handsome than usual, his usual nervous energy written all over him. his dark curls are slightly tousled, and he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and baggy jeans. his nervous fidgeting only makes him more endearing.

"hey," you greet him casually, trying to hide the rush of emotions swirling inside you.

"hey," he replies, his voice a little shaky, but his smile is warm. he steps over the threshold, and you gesture for him to sit down on the couch. you sit next to him, maintaining a little space between you, trying to let the air settle between you both.

an awkward silence falls over you two. you both seem to be searching for the right words. then, with a small sigh, you decide to break the ice.

"so, what did you need help with?" you ask, keeping your voice light but curious.

luigi takes a moment, his eyes flitting around the room before he finally speaks up. "i was wondering if you could help me… with something personal."

you nod, trying not to look too puzzled, though a small knot of curiosity tightens in your chest.

"uh, sure," you say, your voice calm, but your mind is already racing with possibilities.

"what is it?"

he hesitates for a moment, then seems to gather the courage to say it.

"i want to lose my virginity before i leave for college," he blurts out, his voice barely above a whisper.

you're caught off guard. the vulnerability in his words hits you hard. you never expected him to say something like that, especially not about you.

all the moments you’d shared, those study sessions, the way he'd always been there to help—did they mean something more to him all along? you’re suddenly overwhelmed with a mix of confusion and honor that he’s chosen you for such a deeply personal request.

“where is this even coming from?” you ask, still reeling from the shock. luigi's cheeks flush, and his eyes dart nervously to the side.

"i've always kinda had feelings for you," he admits, almost shyly. "but i was too scared to say anything before. and now that i’m leaving… i just don't want to go without having experienced this with someone i trust. someone who means a lot to me."

your heart races as you process his words. all those times he’d gone out of his way to help you, to be there for you, had it been more than just friendship all along?

"are you sure about this, lu?" you ask softly, your voice gentle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to touch his arm. "this is a big step. i don't want you to feel like you have to do it just because you're leaving." he looks at you, his expression more determined now, his voice steadier. "i’ve thought about it a lot. i’m sure."

a mix of emotions swells inside you—nervousness, excitement, and something deeper you can't quite put your finger on. this is a big moment, but you can tell he’s thought it through.

"okay," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. you gently place your hand on his arm, a comforting touch as you stand up and guide him down the hallway to your room.

there's no turning back now, and as you walk together, you know this moment will change everything between the two of you.

once in your room, you close the door, and the air becomes thick with anticipation. he takes a seat on the bed, looking nervous and unsure, so you move closer to him, trying to calm his nerves.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to," you assure him.

"we can stop anytime, just-"

"no," he interrupts you, sounding firmer than usual.

"i want this, i want you to be my first"

there's an unspoken need in his voice, and you can tell he's serious. he places his hand on your thigh as he speaks, looking you deeply in the eyes.

you bite your lip to hold back the words that want to spill out. you want him, too.

he looks at you, his expression a mixture of nervousness and need, and you can't help but smile. you reach out and touch his cheek gently, feeling the heat rising under your fingertips.

you lean in slowly, giving him time to stop you, but he doesn’t. you press your lips to his, the kiss soft and tentative at first, then growing more passionate as he returns it. his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, and you melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. he finds his way on top of you as you embrace him, his weight slightly pressing you into the mattress.

your bodies press together, and you can feel the heat building between you. your hands wander across his back, sliding underneath his shirt, feeling his skin warm and soft against yours. you pull his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, then run your fingers across his bare chest, tracing shapes around his freckles. he shivers at the contact. you part your lips and break the kiss.

"is this okay?" you ask, a whisper against his skin. his voice is low and desperate, his words coming out in a rush.

"god, yes," he says, his hands moving over your body, exploring every curve.

he slides his hands up the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of your stomach. you lift your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt and toss it aside.

his hands continue exploring your body, and you feel a growing warmth between your legs. he cups one of your breasts, gently massaging the sensitive flesh. you arch into his touch, and he leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"god, you're so beautiful," he whispers.

you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his curls, pulling him closer. you move your hips forward, grinding against him, eliciting a groan from him.

"you know how long i've wanted to do this?" he breathes "god, all the times you were in my room studying, i was so hard just fucking looking at you"

"shut up," you say, feeling a grin spreading across your face.

"i'm fuckin' serious," he says smiling against your skin

he begins to plant kisses down your neck and along your collarbone, his tongue flicking across the sensitive skin.

"fuck," you moan, your hips bucking against him.

"i've been waiting. so. long," he says, punctuating each word with a kiss.

you grip his shoulders, holding him close. he continues his exploration, trailing kisses across your chest, his hands sliding up your back.

his hands find the clasp of your bra, undoing it easily. he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing against the hard nipples, drawing a gasp from your lips.

"is this alright?" he asks, his voice low and uncertain. you bite your lip and nod, arching into his touch. he's a virgin, but he knows exactly what to do.

he leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. he moves his hands down, cupping your ass, pulling you closer.

"god, luigi," you gasp, the feeling of his tongue on your skin driving you crazy.

he smiles against your skin, his eyes dark and hungry. he begins to tug at the waistband of your pants, and you eagerly lift your hips, letting him slide them off. he tosses them aside, his gaze never leaving yours.

"so fuckin' gorgeous," he murmurs, his hands roaming across your bare skin.

he slides a hand down the front of your underwear, and you gasp as his fingers brush against your clit.

"luigi," you moan, arching into his touch.

"you want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle. you nod, feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. he presses his thumb against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. you cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly. he slides a finger inside you, curling it slightly.

"yes," you gasp, your hips moving against him.

"tell me," he groans.

"i want you, luigi," you moan, your voice needy. "i want you so bad." he withdraws his hand, and you whimper at the loss of contact. he strips off his remaining clothes, and you admire his toned body and his delicately placed freckles. he kneels between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs.

he positions himself at your entrance, and you moan softly, desperate for him to be inside you.

"please," you whimper.

"i need you."

he enters you slowly, a whine escaping his lips. he'd never felt pleasure so intense before. you're both overcome with the feeling of each other. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"fuck," he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he thrusts into you slowly, taking his time. you're both lost in the sensation, your bodies pressed together.

"oh god, luigi," you moan, raking your nails down his back.

"you feel so fuckin' good," he says, his voice a low moan.

you feel yourself tightening around him. he thrusts harder, hitting just the right spot.

"fuck," you cry out, clinging to him desperately.

"god, i'm gonna cum," he gasps, his hips moving faster. you could feel his need, his desire for you, his love.

"let go, baby," you whisper, cupping his face in your hands. "i've got you."

he finishes with a cry, burying his face in your neck, his body trembling with pleasure.

"jesus," he says, his breathing ragged. he collapses on top of you, and you hold him close, running your fingers through his soft curls.

"did you finish?" he asks, still breathless.

"no," you reply, feeling a little embarrassed. "can we keep going?"

he looks down at you, his expression one of pure bliss.

"god, yes," he says with a soft chuckle.

he kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming across your body. he reaches down, circling your clit with his thumb.

"oh god," you moan, arching into his touch. he keeps thrusting into you, and you feel him shaking and overstimulated

"you're so fuckin' tight," he says softly.

you cling to him, the pressure building inside you. you're both teetering on the edge again, the sensation overwhelming.

"oh fuck, luigi," you gasp, your nails digging into his back. he's trembling as he pounds into you relentlessly, you can feel him crying against your chest.

"i love you," he whimpers.

"oh god, i love you too."

it hits you suddenly, the orgasm ripping through your body. you cry out, clinging to him, your entire body shaking.

"god, yes," he groans, his hips stuttering. he comes undone, spilling inside you once again.

you're both spent, sweaty, and breathing hard. he pulls out and rolls onto his back, his chest heaving.

"fuck,"

he mutters.

"god, you were amazing."

[viasdiary]

☆ i'm yours (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 2.4k

☆ warnings: slightly toxic, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, not really proofread

☆ after taking a break from each other, you decide you should make it permanent. you invite luigi over to break up with him but he's got something else in mind.

luigi was so wrong for you, but you couldn't get enough of him. even after you'd broken up and gotten back together time and time again, you'd always end up back with him. this time was different though. you'd found someone to take your mind off of luigi, someone who made you feel so good about yourself. you were finally ready to let him go.

sitting on the couch in your living room, you pick up your phone and call luigi. he picks up after the first ring.

“hey what’s up,” he says, aiming to sound nonchalant but miserably falling short. he sounded like he'd been longing to hear you so badly.

“hey lu,” you say, feeling a pang of intense guilt. he has absolutely no idea what’s coming next.

“i’ve been meaning to uh-” you begin to say, before realizing you just don't have the heart to break up with him over the phone.

"why don't you come over tonight?" you suggest, your voice softer now, as if you’re bracing yourself for the weight of the words. "there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about”

“uh yeah, i can probably be over in about an hour”

you nod, even though he can't see you. your fingers grip the phone a little tighter, and you press your lips together, trying to steady your breathing.

"okay, yea. i'll be here," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

the call ends before you can say anything else, and the sudden silence in the room feels almost suffocating. you stare at the screen of your phone, the echo of luigi’s voice still lingering in your ears. an hour.

you sit there for a moment, trying to gather yourself. you fidget with the hem of your sweater anxiously. the weight of what you’re about to do presses down on you, and you wonder if you’re making a mistake. but deep down, you know this is the right thing. you’ve been holding on for too long, and it’s time to let go.

the clock on the wall ticks louder than usual as the minutes slip by, each one pulling you closer to the moment when you’ll have to look him in the eyes and finally say the words. the words you’ve been avoiding, the ones that will end everything.

you stand up, pacing the small space of your living room bathed in the amber glow of the sunset shining through your window. you're not sure what to do with your hands, or your mind for that matter. the thought of luigi showing up here, of seeing him and feeling that familiar pull, makes your stomach twist. it’s always been like this—he’s always been like this. he’ll look at you with those wide brown eyes, and you’ll almost forget why you need to let go.

but you can’t forget. not this time.

the doorbell rings, pulling you back to reality. your heart skips a beat as you take a deep breath, walking toward the door. you hesitate for a moment before pulling it open, the sight of him standing there in a navy sweater and baggy jeans, his dark curls slightly disheveled, still somehow perfect in his own way—makes everything inside you ache.

"hey," he says softly, his voice carrying that familiar warmth, but there's something different now. he doesn’t know it yet, but things are about to change forever.

you open the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. "come on in."

as he steps over the threshold, you brace yourself. this is it.

before you can open your mouth, his hand finds its way beneath your chin, slightly tilting your head upwards as he plants his lips onto yours. you melt into the kiss, placing your hands against his chest as he pulls you closer, and for a moment, you forget everything. the warmth of his touch, the familiar scent of his cologne, the way his body fits perfectly against yours—it all comes rushing back, threatening to sweep away your resolve.

but then you remember why he's here, why you called him over. with a sharp intake of breath, you pull away, gently pushing against his chest. luigi looks at you, confused.

"what's wrong?" he asks, his hand still lingering on your waist.

you step back, creating some distance between you. the space feels charged, heavy with unspoken words.

"lu, we need to talk," you say, your voice steadier than you feel.

his thick eyebrows furrow, and you can see the concern etched across his face. "okay," he says slowly, following you as you lead him to the couch.

you sit down, leaving a little space between the two of you, and you just let it all out.

“i don't think this is gonna work for us anymore. i’ve been talking to someone else and i've kinda just had some realizations about us and i think we've outgrown this.”

its impossible to read his face as you continue speaking.

“i care a lot about you and i'd love to stay friends, maybe even-”

before you can finish he interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

“you think you're gonna sit me down and kick me to the curb? yea, that’s just not how tonight's gonna go.”

you feel a chill run down your spine at his words, his tone shifting from the warmth you're used to into something colder. your heart begins to race as you realize this isn't going the way you planned.

"luigi, please," you start, but he cuts you off again.

"no, you listen to me," he says, leaning in closer. his eyes, usually so soft and inviting, now hold a glint that makes you want to shrink away. "we've been through this before. you think you want to leave, but you always come back. always."

you shake your head, trying to find your voice. "this time is different. i've changed, we’ve changed"

"changed?" luigi scoffs, his hand suddenly gripping your arm. "you haven't changed. you're still the same person who needs me, who loves me. you're just confused right now. you know you fucking love me.”

your gaze shifts to his lips, pressed into a hard line, and then to his strong jawline.

you want so badly to tell him he's wrong, but he's not. you still love him, and as he's sitting on your couch next to you and as you look at his handsome face, you know exactly why you chose him.

you feel your resolve weakening, your carefully planned words crumbling under the intensity of his gaze. luigi's grip on your arm loosens slightly, his thumb now tracing small circles on your skin. the familiar touch sends shivers through you.

"i..." you start, but the words catch in your throat. you want to tell him he's wrong, that you've moved on, but the lie won't come.

luigi leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "tell me you don't love me," he whispers, his lips barely grazing your ear. "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this."

you turn to face him, your noses almost touching. his brown eyes are full of anger, hurt, and desire. you open your mouth to speak, to end this once and for all, but no sound comes out.

instead, you find yourself leaning into him, your lips meeting his in a desperate, passionate kiss. your hands tangle in his curls as he pulls you closer, erasing any remaining space between you. the familiar electricity of his touch ignites something within you, and for a moment, all your doubts and reservations melt away.

but as quickly as it began, reality comes crashing back. you break away, gasping for air, your mind reeling. "no," you whisper, more to yourself than to him. "no, we can't do this."

luigi's eyes flash with a mix of triumph and frustration. "we already are," he says, his voice low and intense. "you can't deny what's between us. you never could." 

he places his hand behind your neck and pulls you close again, his lips brushing yours. you melt into him. god, you missed him so much, his touch, his voice, his body. with every movement of his lips, every stroke of his hand, he was righting his wrongs. his hand trails up your thigh, pushing up your skirt. 

the way he touches you feels so nice, and your body responds against your will. his fingers trace patterns on your skin, sending shivers through you. as his hand snakes higher up your leg, you feel an aching need for him.

he breaks the kiss as he gently pulls you onto his lap, his hands planted firmly on your thighs as he places kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“you’re so perfect for me.” he says, barely a whisper.

“and i know i’m perfect for you too,” he continues, his eyes scanning your face as he says it. he looks so beautiful like this. the golden light of the sunset bathing him in an amber glow, shining through his curls and making his dark brown eyes shimmer.

he finds the hem of your sweater and slowly slips underneath.  he runs his large hands across your bare skin skin.

as he begins to lift your sweater, the realization of what's happening hits you, and you place your hands on his chest, prepared to push away from him, but you can't. you hate that he feels so good. you hate that you want him so badly.

you lean forward and kiss him, hard. luigi moans against your lips, and you can feel his erection straining against his jeans.

you break the kiss and begin to lift his sweater, running your free hand over his abs, eager to feel his bare skin against yours. he helps you get his sweater off, and then reaches for your sweater. in one swift movement, he pulls it off, tossing it aside. he pauses, his gaze raking over your exposed skin, before leaning in and planting a kiss on your collarbone.

he cups your breast and starts sucking on it. you bite your lip, trying not to moan.

he stops and looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire. 

"god, i've missed this," he breathes.

"i missed you" you admit breathlessly.

you run your fingers through his soft, dark curls, the smell of his cologne intoxicating you as you move yourself back and forth slowly, rubbing yourself along his leg. the thin fabric of your underwear begins to dampen, and the friction only heightens your desire.

you lean in and kiss him, the taste of his tongue in your mouth making you shudder with pleasure. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, the feel of his skin against yours is unreal.

luigi slides his hands up and down your thighs as his mouth finds the delicate skin on the side of your neck.

"look at you, so fucking impatient. riding my leg to get yourself off" he says against your skin.

"he's not fucking you right, is he?" he whispers, his hand creeping under your skirt and finding the wet spot in your panties.

"no," you admit.

"that's too bad," he says, sliding his fingers under the edge of your panties and brushing them against your clit.

you gasp at his touch, grinding yourself against him.

your hips buck at the contact, and you let out a small moan.

"you're fucking soaked for me," he breathes, slipping a finger inside of you.

"luigi, please," you beg, grinding against his hand.

he adds a second finger, and you moan, arching your back and pressing yourself against him.

"god, look at you," he whispers, his voice thick with lust.

"i know he doesn't make you fuckin' sound like this" he says, more intensely this time.

"please luigi, just fuck me."

"not yet." he says, continuing to finger you and using his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

"lu," you whine, squirming and bucking your hips.

"so fuckin' needy," he says, a smirk spreading across his face.

you whimper, biting your lip and grabbing his shoulder, desperately clinging to him.

he keeps working his fingers, and you can feel your orgasm building. you can barely breathe, the feeling of his fingers inside you is so intense.

"fuck, lu," you pant, your nails digging into his skin.

he speeds up his pace, and you can feel your orgasm approaching.

"lu, i'm so fucking close," you say, the words slightly catching in your throat as he sends you over the edge.

you cry out, the sensation overwhelming you. he holds you close, kissing you as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

you rest your head on his shoulder, panting and trying to catch your breath.

"i'm not fuckin' done with you yet." luigi says, gently pushing you off his lap and back onto the couch.

he stands up, and you watch as he unbuckles his belt, pulls off his jeans and boxers, freeing his thick cock. you lick your lips, taking in the sight of him.

he sits back down, and you crawl onto his lap, straddling him. he takes himself in his hand, stroking his length and guiding himself inside of you.

"oh god," you moan, feeling him stretch you.

"that's right," he breathes, his voice low and husky.

he begins to thrust into you, and the feeling is incredible. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his hair and breathing in his scent.

"fuck," he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you onto him.

you feel the pressure building again, the heat in the pit of your stomach growing with each thrust.

"lu," you whimper, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"tell me," he says, his voice strained. "tell me how much you fucking miss this."

"i miss this so much," you say, your breath ragged.

"tell me," he pants, his rhythm getting faster and more erratic. "tell me you want this, tell me you need this."

"i need this, lu, fuck, i need you," you moan, the heat in your stomach growing.

"say it," he demands, his voice tight and strained.

"i'm yours, lu, i'm fucking yours," you cry, the pressure becoming unbearable.

he moves mercilessly, and with every thrust you feel him stretching you out, your slick spreading up and down his cock. he grabs your ass firmly with both hands, moving you up and down roughly, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room.

"where do you want it, baby?"

"fuck, please cum in me" you beg, your legs wrapping around his torso as he continues using you, roughly gripping your ass as he fucks you.

"good fuckin' girl. want me to fuck a baby into you, huh?" he says breathlessly. luigi groans deeply, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts up into you one final time. you feel him pulsing inside you as he finishes, filling you with his warmth. you come undone, the intensity of the orgasm tearing through you.

he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he releases inside you. you both sit there, breathing heavily, holding onto each other.

he lifts his head and gazes into your eyes, a smile playing at his lips.

"i guess this means i'm not getting rid of you, huh?"

[viasdiary]

☆ jerk with benefits (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 1.8k

☆ warnings: unprotected sex, smut, hate-sex dynamic

☆ conceited frat luigi clashes with a stubborn main character, but they have insane sexual chemistry.

you’d been hooking up with luigi for a few weeks now, and honestly, the more time you spent with him, the more he got under your skin. his smug smirk, his stupid one-liners—everything about him was insufferable. you couldn’t stand luigi mangione. but, god, the sex? that was the only thing that made it even remotely worth it.

it had been one of those days. everyone was getting on your nerves, you had so much fucking work to do, and quite frankly you didnt have it in you to do much of anything.

even though you were at your wits end, you still found yourself outside luigi's chapter house, your hands tucked in the pockets of your navy blue sweats. if this was what it took to relieve your stress, then so be it.

you walk up to the door and knock a couple times.

luigi answers the door and the warm afternoon light highlights the curls in his dark hair. his broad chest is on display as he stands shirtless, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, revealing the elastic band of his boxers.

a wide conceited grin spreads across his face as he studies you.

“just couldn't get enough of me, huh?” he teases.

“can i come in? it's fucking freezing.” you reply, unamused.

he moves out of your way as you push past him into the house.

the usual beer cans and pizza boxes are scattered in the kitchen. he walks behind you as you find your way to his room down the hall.

you enter luigi's room, the familiar scent of his cologne hitting your nose. without a word, you turn to face him, your eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. the tension between you is palpable, a mix of contempt and visceral attraction.

luigi closes the door behind him as you take a seat on the bed, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. he sits next to you, placing his hand on your thigh.

"rough day?" he asks, his voice still as smug as ever.

you roll your eyes, not in the mood for his stupid small talk.

"shut up." you reply, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close.

his lips press into yours, hungry and demanding. your fingers tangle in his curls as his large hands roam your body, slipping under your sweater to caress your skin, feeling your bare waist.

the kiss deepens, and you feel the stress of the day melting away. you part your lips as you pull away and whisper

“y’know, you’re so nice when you’re not fucking talking.”

luigi chuckles against your lips, his breath hot on your skin.

"and you're so much nicer when you’re not complaining," he retorts, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly.

you bite back a moan as he trails kisses along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot on your neck. your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging slightly as he nips at your skin. you’d been craving this all day. as much as you couldn’t stand him, the feeling of his body against yours, your lips interlocked, it all just felt so right.

your hands roam over his broad shoulders and down his muscular back as luigi's lips continue their assault on your neck. you can feel the heat building between you, your body responding to his touch despite your best efforts to resist.

"god, i fuckin' hate you," you mutter, even as you tilt your head to give him better access.

luigi chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

"feeling's mutual, sweetheart," he murmurs, his hands sliding under your sweater to caress your bare skin.

in one swift motion, he pulls your sweater over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. his eyes rake over your body, that cocky smirk still playing on his lips.

"but i gotta say, you look so good like this."

you roll your eyes, grabbing his face and pulling him in for another agressive kiss. your teeth clash as you kiss him roughly, pouring all your frustration and desire into it. luigi responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming your body, traveling between your shoulders and unhooking your bra, letting it fall onto the bed.

you push him down onto the bed, straddling his hips as you break the kiss. looking down at him, you can't help but admire how good he looks - his curls mussed, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust.

"shut up and fuck me already," you say impatiently, grinding down against him.

luigi's hands grip your waist tightly, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

"so demanding," he teases, but there's a strain in his voice that betrays his own need.

in one fluid motion, he flips you over, pinning you beneath him. his weight presses you into the mattress as

his lips crash into yours once more, hungry and insistent. his hands roam your body, caressing and teasing as he grinds against you. the friction sends waves of pleasure through you, making you arch into him.

luigi's mouth trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. you know he's leaving marks, but you're too far gone to care. his lips move lower, kissing along your collarbone and down to your breasts. when his mouth closes around your nipple, you can't hold back the moan that escapes you.

"fuck, luigi," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his curls.

you feel him smirk against your skin before he switches to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your sweats. when his fingers brush against your sensitive core, you gasp and arch into his touch. luigi groans against your skin, feeling how ready you are for him.

"so wet for me already," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "and you say you hate me."

you tug sharply on his hair in retaliation, eliciting a groan from him.

"i already told you- just fuck me already," you demand breathlessly.

luigi doesn't need to be told twice. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. as you kick them off, he begins to remove his own sweatpants, his erection springing free.

he settles back between your legs, teasing your wet cunt with the tip of his cock. you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, but he resists.

"tell me how much you fuckin' want me, how much you need me” luigi breathes against your ear, his voice husky with desire.

you groan in frustration, digging your nails into his back.

"fuck you," you spit out, even as your hips move upwards, seeking friction.

he chuckles darkly. "that's the idea, amore. but i wanna hear you say it."

his teasing is maddening, the tip of his cock sliding through your wet folds but never quite entering you. you're so wound up, so desperate for release, that you're willing to swallow your pride - just this once.

"fine," you sigh, your voice thick with need. "i want you. i need you inside me right fucking now. happy?"

luigi's smirk widens. "ecstatic," he taunts, and in one smooth thrust, he buries himself deep inside you.

you both groan at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. he stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his forehead resting against yours. then he starts to move, setting a relentless pace that has you gasping and clawing at his muscular back.

the room fills with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your moans and luigi's grunts. he angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.

"fuck, you feel so good baby," luigi groans against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. his pace quickens, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

you're lost in the sensations - the fullness of him inside you, the friction of his body against yours, the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. as much as you hate to admit it, no one else has ever made you feel this good. him stretching you open like this is hard to manage.

“luigi, it‘s too much,” you whine, feeling him deep inside you. but even as you say it, your body betrays you, arching into him, craving more.

he exhales heavily, his lips brushing your ear.

"i don’t fuckin' care." his hips snap forward, driving into you harder. "i think you can take more, amore. i think you want more."

you bite back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. but god, he feels so good inside you, filling you completely. your nails dig into his back as you feel the tension building inside you, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core.

luigi's hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. he has you gasping, your hips moving wildly against him as you cry out his name desperately.

"i thought you wanted this, baby. thought you needed me to fuck you."

his words, combined with the torturously slow drag of his cock inside you, make you whimper. you're so close, teetering on the edge of pleasure so intense it's almost painful.

"i do," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "don't stop. please, luigi, i'm so close."

he continues relentlessly, picking up the pace once more, his fingers still roughly moving against your clit. the added stimulation has you arching off the bed, a cry of pleasure ripping from your throat.

"that's it," luigi encourages, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "cum for me, amore. let me feel you."

his words push you over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you in waves of intense pleasure, your body shuddering beneath him as you cry out his name. your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper.

luigi groans, his hips moving erratically as your climax triggers his own. he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he finishes. you feel the warmth of his release filling you, prolonging your own pleasure.

for a moment, you both lie there, panting and intertwined. luigi's weight presses you into the mattress, his face buried in the crook of your neck. you can feel his heart racing against your chest, matching your own rapid heartbeat.

finally, luigi lifts his head, meeting your gaze with that stupid smirk of his.

"still hate me?"

[viasdiary]

☆ poolside convo (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 1.7k

☆ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, not proofread

☆ loosely inspired by "self control" by frank ocean, main character is on vacation in hawaii and leaves her summer lover behind

☆ this is my first fic ever!! some inspo from @jjkbambi @raekensluver @burnforyou enjoy!!

the golden glow of the setting sun shining through the palm trees bathes you in an amber light, painting the most beautiful picture you’ve ever seen. luigi being close to you surely made it even better.

the soft light of the pool hit him from underneath just right, highlighting his toned body and his handsome face, peppered with freckles here and there.

sitting next to him by the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water, you both laugh about all the dumb stuff you guys did together this past summer.

wearing a stupid grin on his face, he adds

“and remember that time you got so drunk you threw up in the hot tub?” you playfully push his shoulder. “yeah, i’d rather not.” he looks at you, his perfect smile still plastered on his face. “you know, this summer really was great. i’m not just saying that either.” he says.

his smile drops a little when he realizes he’s speaking in the past tense. in that moment, it hits both of you that summer is finally over. it’s early august, and you’ll be back home by the end of the week. you’ll be back in school before you know it, and it’ll be a while before you see each other again, if you even see each other again at all.

the both of you would rather not dampen the mood with that idea, so you talk around it, even though the sadness is heavy in the air. your eyes shift between his face, his mouth, and his little freckles here and there. he looks so beautiful.

“hey, you alright?” he asks tenderly. you place your hand on the middle of his chest and press your lips to his. he parts his lips into the kiss before you pull away. you swore you weren’t going to make tonight sad, but before you know it, the words fall from your lips.

“i’m going to miss you so much,” you say, barely a whisper.

he furrows his thick eyebrows together and looks you in your eyes. you pull your legs out of the water and fully face him.

“i wish things could stay this way forever. it’s only been a couple of months, but you’ve slowly become, like ,one of my favorite people, and it hurts me so bad to know that in another couple of months it’ll be like there was nothing between us at all,”

you were so scared to lose him, and even though he insisted you guys could make long distance work, you knew better. he places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into another kiss. he kissed you hard this time, hungrier. as he broke the kiss, he whispered into your lips.

“i care about you so much, and i’d do anything to make this work.” he continued to hold you close, his forehead pressed against yours. the warmth of his breath mingled with the warm night air, and you felt your heart racing.

you wanted to believe him, to trust that somehow you could make this work even with the distance and whatever else came with it. "i know you mean that," you whispered back, your voice catching slightly. "but how? we'll be in different states, different schools. our lives are going in totally separate directions."

he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "we'll figure it out. i’ll call you every night. i'll visit you on breaks. we can make plans for next summer."

you smiled sadly, wanting so badly to share his optimism. "it won't be the same."

"no," he agreed, "it won't. but that doesn't mean it can't be perfect for now." you ran your hands up his thigh. you’d really rather not get too emotional tonight.

“you’re right, lu. i trust you, so please don’t make me regret it." you looked at his pretty face, his concerned expression. the corners of your lips slightly turned upwards, threatening to curl into a full smile. he sensed your shift in mood and gave you another dumb grin.

“god, look at us getting all sad on vacation,” he said, chuckling lightly.

“we gotta stop.” he adds, smiling.

you look at him, smiling sweetly. he looked so handsome with the sunset casting a warm glow on his features. you traced your fingers along his jawline, savoring the feeling of his skin beneath your touch.

"i love you," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

luigi's eyes widened for a moment, then softened. he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours. "i love you too," he murmured against your mouth before capturing it in a deep, passionate kiss.

the world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of his body pressed against yours. your fingers tangled in his curls as his hands roamed your back, pulling you impossibly closer. when you finally broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.

"see?" he said with a soft smile. "we've got something special here.

you begin to giggle a little bit.

“no, seriously, we need to make tonight count. this is the last night of a fucking lit summer, and i wanna keep that energy going." he’s also giggling by the time he gets the words out. you study him, his strong jawline, the small freckle on his right cheek, the pronounced bridge of his nose, his perfect teeth framed by his perfect lips.

he looks so hot sitting there, his head slightly tilted back as he laughs. you want to fuck him so badly.

you bite your lip, remembering all the nights you’d shared with him this summer.

without hesitation, you slide onto his lap, straddling him at the edge of the pool.

his laughter fades as he looks up at you, his eyes darkening with want.

"oh yeah?" you say, your voice low and teasing. "and how exactly do you propose we keep that energy going?"

luigi's hands slide up your thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"i've got a few ideas," he murmurs, pulling you closer.

you grind your hips against his, eliciting a soft groan from him.

"care to demonstrate?" you whisper in his ear, trailing soft kisses down the side of his neck.

“god, you feel so good moving on top of me like that,” he moans as you buck your hips, feeling him harden beneath you. he grips your thighs as you move. he kisses the crook of your neck, the heat from his breath making your whole body shiver.

you run your fingers through his curls and grind down harder. he pulls you in for another deep kiss, and the two of you moan into each other. he feels so fucking good, his dick hardening beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. you want him inside you.

"are we really gonna do this by the pool?" he asks, smiling against your lips.

"god, some things really never change," he adds, beginning to untie your bikini top.

he eagerly removes your skimpy top and begins kissing his way down your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your collarbone. you throw your head back, giving him better access. his hand reaches up to cup your breast, and you moan as his thumb circles your nipple.

he takes the other in his mouth, and his tongue swirls around it before he sucks hard, drawing a loud gasp from you.

"luigi!" you cry, arching your back. he continues sucking and teasing with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. you grind down on him, needing more friction. you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and you're aching for release.

"please, baby, i need you," you whisper, gasping at the feeling of him kissing your chest.

you feel his cock pressing against you, and you can't wait any longer. you pull his shorts and underwear down just enough, exposing his throbbing cock. you quickly slip off your bottoms and straddle him once again, his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit.

"fuck, lu, you're so big," you moan, taking his length in your hand and stroking him.

"you're so fucking eager," he chuckles smugly, watching as you press his length to your slick entrance and slide his cock deep inside you, inch by inch.

"jesus fuck, baby, you feel so good," you cry, starting to bounce up and down. he grips your hips tightly, guiding your movements.

"so do you," he breathes, thrusting into you. "you're so fucking tight."

you pick up the pace, slamming down onto his cock over and over again. his hands resting on your hips, helping guide you up and down. you can feel him stretching you out with each thrust.

"i'm gonna cum," you whimper, feeling yourself getting closer.

"you're doing so fucking good for me, amore," he groans, thrusting deeper.

you grind down on him, desperate for release.

"fuck, luigi, i'm so close," you gasp, the pleasure building inside you. he feels your slick cunt gripping him so tightly, and he knows he can't last much longer either.

"cum for me," he groans, thrusting harder and faster.

"it's too much, lu!" you whine.

"you've taken worse, baby," he replies, driving himself into you more intensely.

"fuck, luigi," you whimper, overstimulated.

"god yes, amore, cum for me," he moans, his voice deep and husky.

you can't hold back any longer. you cum hard, your body shaking with pleasure. he feels your walls clenching around him, and he can't hold back anymore. with a loud moan, he spills himself inside you, filling you with his warm cum.

"fuck," you both groan, collapsing into each other.

the two of you lay there for a while, trying to catch your breath. you can't help but smile as the euphoric waves crash over you. he kisses your cheek softly.

"so, was that enough to keep the energy going?" he asks, a smile spreading across his face.

you can't help but laugh. "god, i love you," you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"i love you too."

"i'm going to miss you so much, amore," he says, holding you close.

"i'm gonna miss you too, luigi," you say, wrapping your arms around him.