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𝗕𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗨 ᥫ᭡ 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗

˗ˋˏ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ Spencer thinks you’re a total bombshell —confident, high maintenance, and so, so pretty. you find yourself similarly obsessed with your dorky, handsome genius.

you meet Spencer and call him beautiful you witness Spencer and Lila Archer you make Spencer jealous you hold Spencer’s hand after his abduction you come for a teasing visit your drunken flirting almost kills him you invite a struggling Spencer over for dinner your motorcycle jacket winds Spencer you and Spencer share a room in Alaska Spencer comforts you after a hard case Spencer gets his boyband haircut Spencer stands you up you take Spencer’s hand when he’s distracted you comfort Spencer on the brink of tears you’re jealous of Spencer and a girl at the bar Spencer reassures you that he likes your flirting Spencer loses his mind over your dress it’s Spencer’s fault when you get hurt Spencer tends to a bad wound you assure Spencer he’s your type you’re hurt by a rude police officer Spencer realises you really truly like him Spencer tortures you, for once don’t think I don’t like you you and Spencer have your first kiss Spencer calms you down when you’re nervous you and Spencer miss you first date Spencer sees you undone for the first time you freak out after being held hostage you’re obsessed with Spencer and his glasses Spencer takes care of you when you’re sick Derek catches you at Spencer’s apartment Spencer calls you a pet name for the first time you and Spencer are interrupted good luck Emily catches you and Spencer in a heated kiss you drunk brag about your new boyfriend you’re secure in your relationship you get your period Spencer likes that you’re high maintenance you get very hurt in the field Spencer watches over your recovery you have your first big fight, you can’t sleep Spencer allots time for your morning kisses you take the leap and ask the big question Spencer returns from prison Spencer struggles to adjust after prison you and Spencer talk about JJ

you comfort Spencer after Maeve

you find out that you’re pregnant together you show Spencer your new necklace you tell the team that you’re pregnant Hotch gives Spencer some paternal advice pregnant!you feel like you’re not yourself you have an angry hormonal meltdown pregnant!you falls down Hotch checks in on pregnant!you and Spencer your daughter is just like you, Spencer loves it Amy video calls you on a case Spencer is wrapped around Amy’s little finger Spencer and Amy take care of sick!you you and Amy visit Spencer in prison

Need You Tonight ao3

NSFW: oral sex male receiving, mating press, riding, rough sex, use of slut and whore (respectfully😣), soft dom and brat dynamic

just keep this sexy suit pic in mind.. ^_^ you’re acting like a brat and luigi tames you :D

dedicated to @diors002 hope u love xx also @fligniuz and @mangionebabymama because i admire you both

You've been eyeing him all night, wine glass in hand, pressed against his side like even a breath of space would be too much. The subtle heat from his body radiates through his tailored suit, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you every time you glance up, and he seems completely at ease, unaware of the way he makes your heart race, the way his mere presence stirs something deep inside you.

He leans down and brushes a kiss against your temple. “What’s the matter, baby?”

You tilt your head up, eyes heavy, lips brushing his jaw. “Need my man.”

He chuckles, soft and low, his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter. “We’re supposed to stay until eleven.”

“No,” you murmur, voice low against his neck as you press in closer. “I need you to fuck me.”

His breath catches just slightly. You feel the shift in him, subtle and calculated, as his eyes scan the room like he’s weighing the odds. Wetness pools between your thighs as you tug lightly at the lapel of his jacket, yearning to have him as close as possible.

“You want the bathroom, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, his voice threading through the thump of the bass vibrating off the walls. “I’ll take you in there. Quick, messy, get it out of your system… then we’ll come back out and pretend nothing happened.”

You shake your head, and your voice comes out as almost a whine. “No. I need you in mating press.”

He blinks once. Slowly. Then that familiar look spreads across his face — part surprise, part heat, part wicked satisfaction. You know your words have lit something dangerous inside him.

“Jesus,” he mutters, hand gripping even tighter at your waist. “You’re not making it easy to be a gentleman tonight.”

“Don’t want a gentleman,” you say, fingers dragging down his chest. “I want you to fuck me so deep I forget my name.”

His exhale is deep, controlled. You know he’s already calculating — how fast he can get you both out of there, where the nearest exit is, how long he’s willing to wait.

“Alright,” he says, voice rough against your ear. “Five minutes. I’ll drive you home. You won't be walking tomorrow.”

At his words you bury your face in his chest with an excited smile, pulse wild.

“Good,” you whisper. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything tomorrow. Now hurry up and let’s leave, because I need your cock so bad, Luigi.”

Luigi’s hand slides down your back— slow, deliberate —fingers trailing until they glide over the curve of your hip. He gives your ass a firm squeeze, followed by a sharp smack that makes you squeal. Your fingers fist tight in his jacket, giggling as he leans forward again.

“Stop it, baby. You’re acting like a slut.”

“No I’m not, Gi,” you pout, batting your lashes up at him.

“I’m serious, I promised everyone I’d stay the whole night, and now you’re being whiny with me when I just told you I’m taking you home in five minutes.”

“Baby, we’ve been out for three hours already. I need you,” you whine, the buzz of the alcohol making your head spin as you hold both of his hands in yours and play with his fingers.

His gaze is dark, a mixture of patience and desire flickering in his eyes as he responds, voice low and steady. “Hey, I know. Listen to me, I just need to speak to the guys before I leave and then I’ll give you everything you need.”

“Promise?” you tease, eyes locked on his as you swing your interlocked fingers back and forth.

His jaw flexes, a muscle twitching as he exhales slowly, the corners of his mouth curling into a small, confident smile.

“Just be patient, bambina.”

You manage to behave for maybe three minutes after that — long enough to let him do the rounds, shake hands, act as though he isn’t walking around with your desperate little plea still ringing in his ears. But you see the way his hand stays firmly on the small of your back, how his grip tightens just a little too hard when someone makes a joke and you laugh too easily. He’s on edge, and you were the one who got him there.

Luigi’s hand doesn’t leave your waist as he walks you toward his car, fast and focused. You stumble a little in your heels, but he catches you like muscle memory, steady and firm.

“I’m not gonna fuck you if you’re this drunk.”

You smile up at him, eyes half-lidded. “I’m not that drunk, stop being so serious. You think I’m wasted just because you’re sober, Gi.”

By the time you’re both in the car — his hand resting on your thigh, the other on the wheel — you’ve already pulled your dress higher, letting your fingertips wander up the inside of his leg as you glance over at him, face displaying faux innocence.

“Baby,” he warns without looking at you, voice tight.

You smile, pretending not to hear — you know exactly what you’re doing. Your hand trails further, lightly cupping the growing bulge beneath his slacks, giving it the softest squeeze.

He groans under his breath, and shifts in his seat. “You’re gonna make me crash this car.”

You giggle softly, a teasing edge in your voice, but there’s an intensity in your gaze as you rub him slowly now— teasing, coaxing. “Don’t crash, Gigi.”

His fingers flex on the steering wheel, and he still refuses eye contact. “You testing me, huh, baby?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, leaning over, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you give his bulge another squeeze. “What, you don’t like it?”

He takes the next turn harder than you expect. The tires squeal. Your breath catches and your hand falters for just a second.

The car jerks into a sudden pull-off on a dark, empty stretch of road. There’s no one around except the two of you and the trees that surround you. You barely have time to process what’s happening — head still spinning moderately from the wine — when Luigi puts the car in park and leans over, his hand reaching across the console with a calm, steady force.

He speaks softly but firmly. “Out. Come on, baby.”

You blink in surprise, another drunk giggle spilling from your lips. “What?”

Your mind is ditsy, and you’re sitting there in front of him, dress hiked up your thighs, batting your lashes with only one thing on your mind.

Then— he’s leaning over the centre console, hands gripping your waist with a firm, commanding hold. Without a word, he pulls you from your seat and onto his lap in the driver’s seat. Your dress hikes up even higher as your thighs spread over his, and your panties graze his clothed bulge.

Luigi’s hands are heavy and firm, one gripping your ass while the other tilts your chin to make you look at him — demanding, but gentle. His hazel eyes are wild in the dark, low light spilling across his cheekbones and the curve of his mouth.

“You know you shouldn’t distract me while I’m driving,” he murmurs, voice low. “And you shouldn’t whine like a slut when I’m trying to be patient with you.”

You’re squirming now, grinding down without even thinking, but his hand smacks your ass hard— once, then again, harder this time. The sharp sting makes you gasp, clutching his jacket.

“Behave for me.” His nose brushes yours, and he pulls back a little to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. The contrast between his rough hands, his low voice and his sweet kisses is incredibly dizzying — you’re spinning because of more than just the alcohol now.

“Or I’m taking you back to the party and you can walk around there for the rest of the night with soaked panties.”

You choke out a moan, arms tightening around his neck, hips rolling against him like you don’t know what behave means.

He raises his brows, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. “Are you listening to me?”

“No,” you breathe, rocking harder onto his bulge. “I just want your cock.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, and smacks your ass one more time— firm, delicious. Then he’s shifting you off him, back into the passenger seat like it’s nothing. You blink, dazed, as he adjusts himself behind the wheel.

“Seatbelt,” he murmurs after a pause, voice warm but laced with that soft authority that always has you feeling fuzzy inside.

You buckle it with shaky fingers, thighs pressed tight together.

The rest of the drive is silent, thick with tension. Every now and then you sneak a glance over, and Luigi’s jaw is locked tight, fingers tight on the wheel, bulge still pressing hard against the front of his pants.

You can only sit there, waiting in anticipation.

When he finally pulls up to his apartment and turns off the engine, he still doesn’t say a word— just opens the door, rounds to your side, and takes your hand. He speaks so quietly you almost don’t hear him, hand on your lower back as he’s guiding you in front of him. “Upstairs. Come on.”

You bite your lip but it doesn’t suppress the laugh that comes out, and you try not to stumble, but your movements are faulty in six inch heels. The apartment door barely clicks shut behind you before you’re kicking off your heels and pushing Luigi against the wall. You sink to your knees, fingers working at his belt like you’re being paid.

“Shit, baby,” Luigi mutters, dropping his keys on the counter, eyes dark and glittering with heat as he watches you. “Didn’t even let me get my shoes off.”

“Whatever, Luigi, I’m just finishing what I was trying to do for you in the car,” you say nonchalantly, looking up at him through your lashes as you free him from his pants, his cock already hard and thick in your hand. You feel yourself almost drool at the sight. “Fuck, I’m hungry.”

He loosens his tie and groans at your desperation as you waste no time, lips wrapping around him eagerly. One hand grips the edge of the wall behind him, the other tangled in your hair as your mouth works him slowly — dragging your tongue along the underside, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his face like you want to watch every twitch and falter.

“Yes, baby… That’s it — fuck, good girl.” His voice is strained now, hips twitching forward as your hands grip his thighs, greedy and eager. You bob your head, before pulling back to tease the tip. Your soft moans vibrate around his cock, and the groan it produces from him sends an insane rush of heat between your thighs.

Knowing what it does to him, you exaggerate pornstar-like moans over his shaft, licking and kissing along the veins. “Mmm — you like it when I moan on your cock, baby?”

The back of his head hits the wall with a soft thud as your mouth takes him deeper, working him with focused precision. He’s a picture of ruin in elegance in his tailored suit, jacket hanging open, shirt slightly wrinkled where your hands had tugged at it. The fabric hugs his shoulders, sharp against the curve of his body as pleasure ripples through him. His tie is slightly loose now, collar askew, and the flush creeping up his neck contrasts beautifully with the dark lapels framing his jaw.

“You having fun with this cock in your mouth, huh?” He grips your hair with both hands now, guiding you to take him further, although he knows it’s a struggle, of course. The shadows cast by the low lighting catch on his cheekbones and the faint sheen of sweat along his brow — he’s both wrecked and impossibly gorgeous. You enjoy the view as you attempt to take him even deeper.

“You gonna try and take me all the way? Yeah, baby? Fuck — my gorgeous girl,” he murmurs softly, moving his thumb to your cheek to wipe away the dripping mascara.

You hollow your cheeks and take him as far as you can— but you don’t manage further than just over halfway. The inches alone are difficult enough to deepthroat, but his girth feels as though he’s stretching your mouth to meet his size. You’re gagging like a whore, his precum and your spit spilling onto his slacks that neither of you had bothered to get him out of.

“Making such a mess, angel,” he coos, brushing your hair out of your face with one hand as his thumb continues to caress your cheek. You’re gazing up at him with sweet doe eyes, expression fucked-out and dreamy as your tears continue to force more mascara down your face. Luigi wipes away as much as he can — always the gentleman — but he loves the mess. To see you on your knees for him like this, starving for his cock, he wishes he could have you like this forever.

But he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“Shit— c’mere,” he breathes, groaning as he tugs you back by your hair to pull your mouth off him. Your lips glisten with precum, and he smacks the head of his cock over you twice.

You giggle like a whore, grabbing as much as you can in your hands that look ridiculously small beside the size of his member.

“Why’d you pull me off, Gi? I want your cum in my mouth,” you whine, straightening your posture on your knees as you switch to a handjob.

Luigi gazes down at you, pupils dilated and dark, hands still fisted in your hair. “Dolcezza. I thought you wanted mating press.”

“And that means you can’t cum in my mouth first?” You bat your lashes up at him, stroking and squeezing his length as he attempts to fight the grunts and moans that leave his throat.

His grip on your hair tightens, jaw clenching as he watches you. How did he get so lucky?

Luigi thinks for a moment as you continue to stroke him and press kitten licks to his tip. Then, he’s pulling you up off the floor, breath hot, cock glistening and twitching against his stomach. “I’m taking you to bed,” he groans, and suddenly you’re being swept off your feet and into his arms.

He carries you down the hall like it’s nothing, one arm under your thighs, the other across your back, and you’re giggling into his neck like a drunken angel.

Then, smack — his hand lands hard on your ass and you squeal, legs kicking instinctively around him.

“You excited, huh?” he says, smirking, as he squeezes the cheek he just punished. “Come here, bambina.”

You bury your face in his throat, squealing again when he bounces you in his arms just enough to make you wrap tighter around him. The motion presses your core flush against his hard length, heat crackling between your bodies.

He presses sweet kisses to your forehead as he carries you, and it feels like heaven in his arms.

“So you still want me in mating press, yeah?”

You hum, all warm and fuzzy against him, lips brushing his collarbone. “Please.”

He kicks the bedroom door open and tosses you onto the mattress. You bounce once, breathless and grinning with excitement. The room spins a little, and you wait in anticipation, watching Luigi kick off his shoes and remove his clothes one by one — his tie, his jacket, his shirt, then his boxers and his pants. You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s on you— hands sliding up your thighs, shoving your dress higher, bunching it at your waist until the fabric is a wrinkled mess around your hips.

“You gonna let me fuck you in this dress like a slut, huh?” he grits out, dragging his palms up your bare thighs.

“Well, you didn’t give me time to take it off, so … I guess,” you shoot back, lifting your hips as he yanks your panties down with one hand and tosses them somewhere behind him.

“Okay, yeah,” he laughs sarcastically. “You’re the one who dropped to her knees the second we got home. You couldn’t wait, no? Starving for me.”

“I am starving,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist to grind up against him. “So stop talking and feed me.”

You’re giggling again, and his mouth twists into another smirk — equal parts impressed and amused.

“Up,” he instructs, grabbing your thighs. “Higher — yeah, like that.”

He hikes your legs up over his shoulders, and without another word, lines himself up and drives into you in one sharp, brutal thrust.

You scream, back arching as he fills you completely — no easing in. Just raw need.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes locked on the way your mouth drops open. “You’re soaked for me. Been dripping since the party, huh?”

“No… mmph … since I first saw you put the suit on before we left,” you choke out, sprawled across the pillow, legs trembling as he sets a ruthless pace, thrusting deep, hips slamming against yours. You can barely process a thought — he’s got you folded under him in a perfect mating press, knees pressed up near your chest, his broad hands gripping your thighs so tight you know you’ll feel it tomorrow.

“This what you were craving, baby? Is this what you made me take you home for?” he grits through clenched teeth.

“Yes—yes, Luigi, please—”

He cuts you off with a hard thrust, making your words break into a cry. “Can’t form a sentence now? No? Too drunk on this cock, huh, bambina?”

“Mmhmm.” You shut your eyes, feeling every thrust so deep.

“That’s my beautiful girl — so tight, baby. This is what you needed, oh, that’s it.”

You nod helplessly, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes from the pressure, the stretch, the overwhelming way he keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you over and over and over.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, leaning forward to kiss you hard, then biting your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to watch your face twist in pleasure. “Taking me so fucking good, baby. This pretty pussy’s all mine to bring home, yeah?”

“All yours, Gi, mhmm,” you whimper, barely coherent.

“That’s it, angel, say it.”

“Oh, fuck, Luigi—I can’t—yeah, it’s yours—oh, baby, don’t stop—”

The sound he makes is heavenly, somewhere between a whine and a groan, as he pounds into you even harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. His grip on your thighs tightens as he keeps you pinned in place.

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice is low, a taunt now. “Tell me.”

You bite your lip hard, whining, desperate. “Please, baby.”

Your hips jerk up, chasing every thrust, every ounce of friction. “Please, Luigi— fuck, I’m so good for you, please—”

His eyes narrow, lips pressed together. “Cum for me, beautiful. Come on, let go for me — that’s my girl.”

The second the words leave his mouth your entire body goes taut, then shatters beneath him, your orgasm crashing through you so hard you’re screaming his name. “Fuck, Luigi — oh my God.”

He doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, watching every twitch, every cry. “Gonna let me cum inside, angel? Hm?”

“Yeah, baby, I want it all — oh fuck, give it to me—”

And then his fingers are digging into your hips, thrusts faltering as he spills into you with a guttural moan, collapsing over you, breathless against your neck.

You’re both shaking, tangled in each other. And even as he catches his breath, he’s pressing kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead, murmuring against your skin:

“My perfect fucking mess… Look at you, baby… Still trying to sass me when you can’t even talk. Makeup all down your face. I need a picture when we’re done.”

You laugh softly, dazed. And then you pause as he pulls out and rolls over to lay beside you. “We’re not done?”

He chuckles. “No, I want you like this now.” He sits up against the headboard, having only just caught his breath, and pulls you into his lap effortlessly. You squeal, laughing through the aftershocks, your body light against his chest.

Then his hand comes down hard on your ass again, making you jolt and squeal as he laughs, holding your hips to keep you perched over him.

“Still got the energy to laugh, huh?” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “Didn’t fuck you hard enough.”

You pout, grinding against him lazily, his cum seeping out of you with your own release over his hardening length. “You’re obsessed with me,” you mumble, breath hitching as you move against him, your sensitive body already aching for more.

He hums, cupping your ass in both hands now, guiding you to grind slow and deep. “Can you blame me, baby? My cum’s dripping out of you and onto my cock, but you’re still whining like you haven’t had enough.”

“I haven’t,” you whisper, eyes fluttering as you press your forehead to his. “I want more, Gi… I want it again.”

He tilts his head, a slow smile spreading across his face, and his dimples make your heart flutter. “You gonna cry if I don’t give it to you?”

You nod, grinding down harder now, lips parted, hands clutching his shoulders like you’re trying to anchor yourself.

“Then bounce on me, baby,” he breathes, voice low and coaxing. “Come on.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Without answering, you reach between you, guiding him to your entrance again, fingers shaky with anticipation. He watches you intently the entire time, his hazel eyes gleaming like he’s memorising every twitch of your lips, every tremble in your thighs.

As you sink down, inch by inch, your mouth falls open, a broken gasp catching in your throat.

“F-fuck, you’re too big,” you whine, the stretch burning. “Gi, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he says softly, hands stroking up and down your back. “You’ve done it before. You’ll do it again. Take it all, baby girl, come on.”

You keep easing down slowly, until he’s fully seated inside you and your body’s shaking from the stretch. He’s so deep you feel him everywhere, your vision blurring as you bury your face into his shoulder.

“My girl,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. “I know it’s difficult, baby, but I knew you could take me. So tight — your pussy was made for me.”

You whimper, hips starting to move — slow at first, then faster, rougher as desperation creeps back in. He lets you grind and ride him, lets you chase the rhythm you need. But your thighs are starting to feel sore from the first position, and when he senses your legs starting to give, he wraps his arms around you and shifts.

Suddenly, you’re flat against his chest and he’s doing the work — hips snapping up into you with brutal, deep thrusts that have you screaming, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He smacks your ass again, rough and fast, one hand gripping your hair, the other cradling your ass as he fucks up into you from below, hitting that spot so perfectly it makes your entire body shake.

“So loud for me, cara mia,” he murmurs in your ear, as you’re moaning helplessly into his neck. “Everyone’s gonna think you’re a whore.”

“Only for you, Luigi,” you gasp, clinging to him.

He laughs softly, kissing your forehead, his nose nuzzling yours.

“My whore, yeah? Just for me?” he coos, voice breathless and tender even as his thrusts continue to hit your spot devastatingly hard.

Your walls flutter around him, overwhelmed, close again — your body begging for another release you can barely hold off.

“You gonna cum again for me?” he asks, kissing your temple as he pounds into you. “Gonna make a mess all over me?”

“Uh-huh—oh fuck, Luigi, I can’t—please—”

“Yes, you can,” he whispers, soft against your ear. “That’s my baby girl. Cum on my cock.”

And you do — with a sob, a full-body tremble, your moans muffled against his shoulder as your orgasm takes you hard and fast, crashing into you like a wave.

He holds you through it, kissing your forehead, caressing your hair. “That’s it, princess, I love you — so perfect for me,” he murmurs, buried deep inside you. “Want you like this forever.”

And with the way your body clings to him, wrecked and trembling and blissed out — you wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else either.

You’re still pulsing around him, a limp mess slumped over his chest when he lifts you off his cock with a low groan, your slick dripping between your thighs. He cups your face in one hand, brushing his thumb along your cheek, and leans in to kiss you — slow and deep — before he murmurs:

“On your knees, baby. One more.”

You slide off his lap without a second thought, sinking to the floor like you belong there. His cock is flushed, wet, still painfully hard. You take him into your mouth with a moan, tongue swirling around the tip before you sink down, swallowing him deep, your hands wrapped tight around the base.

Luigi’s head tips back against the headboard, one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you just how he likes — slow at first, then faster, sloppier. You moan around him, and the vibration makes his thighs tense.

“Giving you everything you need tonight, beautiful. You happy with my cock back in your mouth, yeah?” he breathes out, eyes flicking down to watch his length move between your lips. “Treating that big cock so well, fuck, baby…”

You look up, drool and precum spilling down your chin, and hum your answer as he thrusts into your mouth harder. You can barely breathe, but the praise alone makes your pussy clench. You adore this — the weight of him on your tongue, the heat of his body, the way he sounds when you’re the one doing this to him.

He pulls back just before he gets too close, and your lips chase him without thinking. “Open,” he pants, stroking himself now with fast, tight fists. “Stick out that tongue, baby.”

You obey instantly, eyes wide, tongue out, face tilted up for him like an offering.

“Amore... sì, così— la mia puttana perfetta, solo mia.” Luigi groans something in Italian — low and desperate — and then he’s spilling over your tongue, thick ropes of cum painting your mouth, your lips, dripping down your chin. You moan eagerly, swallowing some of it, letting the rest sit filthy and warm on your skin.

“Fuck—fuck,” he growls, still twitching in his hand as he strokes out the last few drops, dragging his thumb across your lips to smear it messier.

You swallow again, licking your lips with a smug little smile. “Told you I was hungry.”

“Come here, beautiful,” he murmurs, voice soft now. “Give me a kiss.”

You crawl back into his lap and he pulls you in close, kissing you slow and sweet, tasting himself on your tongue with a quiet groan. His arms wrap around you, hands warm on your back, and he holds you there for a moment—just breathing you in.

Then he stands, lifting you — your legs wrap instinctively around his waist. You squeal, laughing, hands in his curls as he bounces you once in his arms, your bodies still buzzing from the events of the past hour.

“I love you,” you murmur into his neck, voice muffled and dreamy.

He smiles against your skin, kissing your temple. “I love you, my baby. Even when you’re acting like a whore in public.”

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 (𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖) - 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

(part 1 here)

(4,543 words)

summary: smut. filthy, fucking smut.

𝗍𝗐: 18+ !! 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗅𝗎𝗂𝗀𝗂, 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋/𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁 + 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏, 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄

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"We're going to play a little game, pretty girl." Luigi is still fucking the length of the gun into you, pushing down into the small of your tiny back with delicious pressure and you're finding yourself all the more happy to comply.

"Mm-mhm." You're fighting back every urge telling you to push your ass back and make the sensation hit you faster. You heed your caution because if you don't, you know Luigi would be pretty upset and he'd hurt you.

Maybe you wouldn't mind, but right now, all you cared about was taking what he was giving.

"I'm gonna talk about my favorite memory of you," he starts to twist around and you feel the ridges of the gun running over the sensitive flesh inside and you let out a cry. It evokes a hard and extremely painful slap. 

"Don't interrupt me bitch." He leans forward to bite into your ass and you both moan, the plush skin creating mutual pleasure. You nod your head before he pulls his teeth off. "When I do talk, you're going to tell me exactly what happened. Okay? You can make a sound baby." He pulls the gun out and says the last few words into your ear, letting his fingers dip inside this time.

"Okay Lu." You bite your lips naturally, letting your eyes roll back and soak the pleasure of his fingers curling inside, far more dynamic than the gun could ever be. Humming in satisfaction, he speaks.

"December 1st. We had a call together to talk about-" he stops, pulling you back closer to his body but he does it with the fingers inside of you and it's so humiliating. You let out a sob, shoving your fist into your mouth to compensate for the pain. "That hurt." You whine because it's so natural so natural that it would hurt. Luigi lets out a laugh before speeding up the pace of his fingers, watching you shiver as you're seeing colors before your eyes.

His free hand comes up to slap your ass before giving it a hard squeeze. You let out a concerning yelp, feeling the already stinging skin get kneaded and pulled in every direction his fingers so dictate. You let out a drawn, nasty sound that Luigi nearly moans in approval of.

"Yeah, I like that sound. Wanna hear ya in m'fuckin pain baby." Luigi feigns desire in his voice, drawing out the words so that every single syllable is trickling down like feather light touches teasing your skin.

He succeeds.

"We had a call to talk about my graphic. You remember what you were wearing that day pretty girl?" His fingers are twisting inside, brushing against the spot with every pump but the pace becomes torturously slow, as though he's giving you space to think. It does little to help but you race to gather yourself from mentally crashing to pieces, thinking back to this said day.

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"Hey Luigi." You pick up the call, expecting to continue your usual discussions about the graphic he had worked on since it was the most difficult. At this point, you were already living up every single moment your eyes could land on Luigi. Perhaps, you were trying a bit too hard.

You wore a pair of silky pajamas that were light green. The straps of the top were thin - spaghetti, essentially, and stuck to your skin as it cropped half-down your torso. Your shorts were high rise and decorated with delicate lace at the edges towards the bottom. In truth, it was after hours and usually, nobody had formal calls during this time. You had changed into your clothes much earlier at that point and chose this set, keeping it far back in your mind that you'd have a call with Luigi later.

It was sure to draw his attention because your lined bra made itself known, poking curvaceously through the fabric telling those who dared to look that there was something underneath. You lived alone, so normally, you didn't care.

But today, you cared only because Luigi would see and that care only made you pull the top down to complement the natural seg-way into your chest. That care made you make yourself an exhibit you hoped he'd appreciate.

Luigi stared for a second as you watched his eyes drag up and down once across the screen before he gave you a smile, responding at once.

"Hi. How could my poor self help you?" Luigi asked mockingly and you furrowed your eyebrows then, wondering where the comment came from but giving him the same energy back. "Give me some riches in the form of explaining your graphic? I didn't know I was as rich as you're making me out to be." You responded but then, you see your face freeze, letting you know that the audio likely must've frozen for Luigi too.

No mind, since everything resumed as normal in less than a second but Luigi's expression seemed to tell you something is wrong.

"What'dya say?" Luigi asked, tilting his head and letting his eyes project somewhat of a siren-like, overtly-focused stare on you. You gulped before answering in confusion.

"Jus' said you could give me riches by explaining your graphic and that I didn't know I was as rich as you were making me out to be." You answered unsurely but caught the way his face slightly fell towards the end of your sentence. His next few words seemed to explain why.

"Ah," Luigi starts, rolling his eyes before letting out a sigh. "I thought you said 'making out' and it did something to me for a second." Luigi laughs, but it sounds huskier, like there was more to the sentence he dared not say.

Your heart lurched at the idea but it was so out of place that you forced yourself to move on and just chuckle.

"Well, even if I had said so, you'd have to be here. I'm not so rich I could make a computer to stick a hand through and reach the other side." It was a stupid, convoluted joke that you rambled just to make the atmosphere lighter but that didn't seem to work, since Luigi's stare had only hardened more on you.

"Your top says otherwise. I love the silk on you." You're taken aback but you don't let it show, simply letting your fingers run their course from the straps and down to your stomach, which he couldn't see. Part of you suspected about whether his eyes had followed too, having noticed a slight shift in their focus.

You change the topic because this... this all came later.

But you certainly wouldn't forget.

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You gasp, feeling yourself reaching the point where you just had to let go. His pace had increased, aligning with the increasing impatience as you hadn't given an answer.

"If you don't answer, I'm not letting you cum." Luigi says, cruelly laughing as he heard you whine loudly and clenching around his fingers.

"L-Light g-green -ah!" You want to finish your sentence but the pleasure breaks through a new roof and you're so dangerously close to cumming. "P-Please Lu I wan-wanna cum." You beg without any inhibitions and he pumps even harder.

"Dumb slut can't even finish her sentences can she?" It's a matter of less than ten seconds and he drives his fingers in as far as he possibly can and you let out a scream, moaning ngh ngh ngh in the same tune as his fingers fucking you.

You hope he'll let you get away with it because there was no humanly possible way any understandable words were going to come out of your mouth. The pressure on your walls finally breaks.

"G-Gonna cum." You say in the loudest voice possible, unable to keep it down even on request because of how good you felt and finally, he pulls his fingers out.

And when he does, you bite your bottom lip hard, feeling a sob escape from your throat as you clench around nothing. The pleasure that was so close to pushing you over the edge rescinds its ministrations, settling to the usual arousal that you had started with. Your hands bunch up the sheets you're laying on as you're openly crying, babbling and asking how? why? I wanna cum! oh so shamelessly.

"Didn't finish your sentence. Stop fucking crying." Luigi gives a slap to your cunt and you fall forward, sobbing quietly into the sheets before a hand pulls your hair back.

"Said stop f'ckin cryin' little cunt." Luigi gives another slap, this time landing straight on the pleasurable nub and you moan through the last cry you let out, panting and whining quietly as his grip on your hair tightens. "Save those tears for when I split you open baby." Luigi lets go, watching your head fall onto the bed and bounce as you lie there, helplessly waiting for him to use you. The ruined orgasm only makes you more restless, but you're forced to wait.

"Dya remember what ya wore?" Luigi asks, taking off your panties off, sick of keeping the gusset aside before quickly flipping you around so you're facing him. You scramble and cover your face, embarrassed at the way you knew you would look like in that moment, but he grabs them both before pinning them above you, licking a thick, wet stripe from your neck and into your mouth, devouring every single inch inside. The wetness makes you clench and he can tell, his bulge pressing against you between your legs.

"Tell me. Tell me if you want me to fuck you with this cock." Luigi says, unbuckling his jeans and your mouth nearly waters, surely to let drool spill if your head was turned either side. You nod before swallowing the spit, forcing yourself to focus and ignore the sensations of his dick and fingers touching you.

"Wore my light green p'jama set Lu." You speak in a disgustingly sweet voice, eager to please him as he takes in a deep breath, smiling while he exhales. "My pretty girl. You remember, huh? Good girl," he stops to take his cock out, hitting it against your stomach before he bends over and grabs your face with his other free hand.

"You want a reward for that? You want me to give you a treat for answering m' question?" Luigi shakes your head side to side and you feel the pressure of his fingers digging your soft flesh into your teeth and it really fucking hurts. Nevertheless, you're his pretty, slutty girl.

So you nod.

"Uh-huh." You answer, the best sound you're able to get across your forcibly puckered lips. He leans forward, grinding his cock painfully against the opposing curve of your sensitive cunt which makes you mewl, squirming against his towering figure. "Fuckin' words bitch. Use your fuckin' words." Luigi commands you with a mocking tone, pressing harder into your face. You eyes crinkle, like you're going to cry again because you couldn't. It was so hard to get words out when he was just fucking your face up with his fingers like this but you don't let yourself cry.

"Wan' a-mm- rewa-mm." You try your very best, watching Luigi's chest tighten as he coos. He leans back and lets go of your hands, which you keep there even after he stands back. You watch, admiring him in his full glory. His cock is standing up straight between his legs, deep red from restraining himself for so long and all he does is pull a chair from behind him, sitting down.

You sit yourself up on the bed, half naked as your top is still on. Your legs dangle over the edge as you stare at him unsure of what to do next. Your eyes are threatening to look to the side and look at his gun, but you don't dare to move your sight away. Your eyes were for his body only.

Nothing else.

"Top off." Luigi is curt, speaking with a rough voice and you get the sensation like he'd just rammed his length into you, fumbling and shaking to pull your top off which you finally manage. All that's left on your is your bra. A push-up, specifically, which is hiking your breasts up a half-inch higher. The padding is useless in hiding your hardened nipples, which his eyes are staring at.

You open your mouth to speak but his eyes immediately shift to yours, and you shut them instantly before a sound crosses and makes its way out.

"C'mere. No sounds." Luigi addresses the concern you had of voicing a question, which you now know not to ask since he just answered it for you. You stand up, shaking and playing with the hair strands that sit beautifully on your neck and breasts before you take a single step.

"Crawl." Luigi says, smirking at your reaction afterwards. Your eyes go wide and you feel humiliation cloud your conscience. Fuck, you barely knew this man but everything he said, everything he did made you want to obey because he knew best. He dominated you like he knew exactly where to hurt and help you because he knew.

You were just his dumb, little baby.

But something was far too humiliating about this. So you shake your head slowly, increasing the pace the angrier he got. You weren't trying to get him angry, you were just so embarrassed. Poor little thing.

But Luigi didn't have the same patience with you.

"No?" Luigi asks, giving you a single warning in his question. You stare at the orbs in his eyes, shaking even more as you so badly wanted to listen but couldn't handle the thought he'd make you crawl. You do what you shouldn't, shaking your head yet again.

He runs a hand through his hair before standing up and bending down to pick up his belt. You swallow, eyes widening even more as your they darted between him, his belt, and your feet. You keep your neck facing down before his fingers softly touch your shoulder.

You yelp and you realize that's a mistake because that hand freezes before coming up and giving a hard slap across your face.

His face is perfectly calm, like he hadn't done a single thing but this time, you can't stop the glossy eyes that stare at him. He uses his other hand, dragging the leather of the belt up your body and you slightly lean into him after every curve he hikes it over.

"I'll help you crawl baby since you wanna be such a little bitch, okay? Lu's gonna help you baby he's gonna help his brainless little bitch." Luigi whispers into your ear with a softness that entirely juxtaposes his words and you have nothing to do other than nod, gasping once the belt curves around your neck.

He steps back before pulling the length through the buckle. He stops, staring at your features which are looking back at him in fear, confusion, and arousal. The innocence and desire in your face are so pure he can't help but scare you more and more.

it takes less than a second before he snaps and pulls the belt so fast and so hard, you're choking in an instant. Like an expert, he places the small wedge through the hole which would keep the belt around your neck as tight as possible, giving less-than-needed wiggle room for you to breath.

He steps even further back before jamming his fingers between the belt and your neck, using space that doesn't exist before pulling you to the ground. You choke, falling to your knees, before coughing repeatedly. He's still standing and you realize how small you are in comparison to him. Your eyes helplessly glaze over the toned hamstrings that arch beautifully into his cock, which he's slowly running his hands over. Your breathing is rapidly increasing as you blink, trying to find a way to force the air down but you can't help but watch his abdomen tighten and squeeze in relation to his movement up and down his length. He lets his fingers slip out and grab the extra belt leather that was making the entire set-up akin to a leash, pulling it and what do you do?

You crawl like he had asked, breasts swinging side to side with every movement. You stopped once he let go, kneeling and exuding submission with every curve of your body.

"Open your mouth." Luigi says quietly but you freeze. Your neck was already restricted and now you had to take his cock? You stare, gulping at the thickness and realizing it was going to press hard against the belt around your neck. You gasp, shaking your head but he doesn't listen, placing the tip at your lips.

The precum has a distinct taste, which you gag at but still position yourself for perfectly, arching your back just enough.

"You're gonna take it anyway. If you ever say no again, I'm gonna leave okay sweetheart?" Luigi uses a cunning, manipulatively sweet voice and you, even worse, fall for it, nodding slowly as your lips lightly run over the tip, making him groan.

He pushes in at once, making you lurch back but it doesn't matter, because his hips come in to use that distance, now letting his cock abuse your throat. You feel its ridges abusing the soft flesh inside as he pulls back all the way.

His tip is at your lips again and you instantly cough, gag even, due to the force and he smiles, letting his finger rub your cheeks. He doesn't care though, because he forces himself back in and starts rocking his hips, drinking in the sounds of struggle that you make and adoring the squelch from your lips.

"F-Fuck baby. This is exactly what I wanted to do to you on call," he falters in his voice at first, but later becomes steady in his hips and words. His volume is even, like he isn't obliterating your throat right now. It's like his ears are deaf to the moans, the struggles, the deep-throated noises he's fucking both into and out of you. "I saw your bra poking up out of your silky fucking crop. I saw the way you were pulling it down every now and then. You wanted me to see. You wanted my hands on your tits," Luigi stops, bending down to grab a breast and slap it from below. It stings from the force and you lean forward, letting his cock settle farther into your throat.

"You were such a little exhibitionist the entire time and that's when I knew," Luigi continues pushing his hips harder and harder, the squelches and sounds becoming more distinct as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. "I had to do everything I could to get my hands on you and use you like the fucking rag you were. Fuckin' slut." His hand comes down, slapping you whenever the pleasure was exceptionally good, releasing the tension all across your body and skin.

"Touch yourself." Luigi whispers, not letting his voice shake despite how good you're doing. "I hacked into your computer and I got everything. I found every single call you had with every single person and your texts." He stops, smirking when he watched your fingers struggling to move around because of the force of his hips. He extends his foot forward before saying ride me softly and you immediately set your cunt down on his foot, humping them without any qualms and taking him deeper, feeling pride swell at the way his body was reacting.

"I heard you fucking yourself with those beautiful fingers, moaning my name. You're so fucking beautiful but," Luigi finally can't stop himself, letting his breaths get ragged as he got close. It definitely helped to hear you gagging, suffering under him. "If you ever try to leave, or mm- escape m-me, FUCK-" he falters before flexing his entire body, steeling himself before he cums. "If you ever try to leave I'll hurt you. I'll hurt you so bad you'll forget your name and chant mine like a fucking prayer."

His words are sick and twisted, but they ignite a new wave of pleasure that crashes so hard against your walls, you can't help but cum. He snickers, watching your eyes rolls back while whining, having to manage the feeling of him down your throat.

"You fucking like that. You like it when I control you baby? Huh? Fuckin' nasty aren't you? G'na fuckin' cum. Fuckin' swallow - fuck." Luigi slows down, stalling in your mouth before pulling out and letting himself spill all over your tongue. The white pearls shoot out, coating your tongue and you stare up at him, hair matted with sweat and eyes glossy from his brutal assault, but the hot, pulsing core of pleasure and arousal never dies down as your body keeps craving more of him.

Luigi pulls your jaw down before swiping his tongue inside, swallowing you while you swallow him. His fingers roam the rest of your body while you devour each other before he rubs his fingers on your clit. It's too fucking much and you can't handle it, but he places you still, one hand on your waist and hips while the other is pleasuring your overstimulated cunt.

Luigi snickers before he stops, watching you shiver and hug yourself, trying to cope with how everything feels. He grabs your neck, pulling you up like a limp rope and you grab the bed behind you before obeying, knees shaking and unable to hold your own body. "Ass up and face down. Gonna fuck you stupid baby." Luigi pushes you down into the bed, hand in your hair before he rubs his tip on your slick cunt, moaning himself at how desperate you were. "Your body was made for me and I'm gonna use it and you know what you're gonna do baby?" He pulls your head up, expecting an answer. You savor the pull, loving the pain coming from the strands of hair straining against your scalp.

"Gonna fuckin' take it." You reply, moaning when he pulls your hips and shoves himself inside, a movement done all at once and taking you through and back several stages of shock, pain, and pleasure all at once. The scream he provokes out of you makes him harden more, as you feel the curves of him settling inside you with greater opposition. In response, you clench.

"Fuck me Lu, fuck me fuck me fuck me-" you babble repeatedly and he does. He fucks you, matching the pattern of your chants and it feels like heaven, and true to his word, it feels like he's splitting you open. Exposing all your vulnerabilities.

He's tearing you to the very pieces you were most certainly made from.

He flips you around while he's still inside of your cunt before leaning down, hands on either side of your head before he jackhammers himself inside, drilling into you and you can feel cries of pleasure flowing out of you with fire and fury.

"Mouth." He says, and you instantly know what to do. You let your lips part, moaning un-ceased, before he's swirling his tongue around and he spits inside. Your eyes widen in response, aided by the particularly magnificent thrust which forces tears to your eyes, ones that he watches cascading down your pretty face. A hand comes to swipe away before he takes a taste, licking the same fingers.

"You taste and look good when you cry f-fuck baby." He stops before straightening out his back and pulling you closer, pushing himself deeper inside. It sends you screaming, back arching, letting your breasts present themselves to his lips, spilling out your bra which he rips off of your body. You gasp but get distracted at his coming moves.

He takes the opportunity to suck and kiss around the buds, not quite touching you where it matters most despite his sinful tongue just millimeters from them. It prompts you to beg, instead.

"Please Lu, fuck please suck on 'em please." Your voice is cracking, the pleasure making you sob your words out and he's so driven to make you feel good that he simply obliges, unable to stop the desire when he hears your pitiable and fuckable lips beg him so helplessly.

His teeth are kind, pulling and biting just enough to make you squirm, making the orgasm catch up with you fast. "Ever gonna leave me baby, hm?" Luigi asks, slowing down but aiming his thrusts, desperate to make you unravel beneath him. You shake your head, screams and sobs intertwined as you repeat yourself: no no no no no and Luigi nods in response before you stutter, voice all high-pitched and nearly squealing.

"Can I cum Lu can I can I can I- ngh - lemme cu-" for which he cuts you off, biting and pulling on a free bud and the agony of feeling your breast stretch away from your chest, dancing to the moves of his neck makes your toes curl as you scream his name, shaking violently around his cock.

His hands come down to your waist to keep you in place as you grab the sheets randomly, crying and sobbing, tasting your own tears on your tongue which he never misses a chance at tasting himself as he gives your cheeks a light slap before savoring your salty tears himself.

"My turn." Luigi stares into your eyes, before grabbing the belt that was still around your neck and drilling himself into you, and you realize you just might pass out.

You beg and beg, telling him it's too much.

"'S too much Lu-" You're wailing, but something about the way he takes you makes your body put up a fight and take what he's giving because it just feels too good.

Luigi, on the other hand, enjoys all of this. He wants to make the pleasure hurt. He wants to watch how pleasure makes you shiver and break down into your smallest, most vulnerable pieces. And that's exactly what he was doing and was planning to continue doing.

"Don' fuckin' care. Your tiny fucking cunt is leaking f'me. Gonna take it." Luigi grinds down into you at the end of the sentence and you're babbling, making incoherent sounds, thrashing on the bed. The sight makes him want to drown in this moment and relive it as much as he can. His hand free hand slides up to your mouth, shoving the fingers inside and he knows he fucking knows he's using your body to the max.

He gets closer and you can tell by the way his breaths get quicker and his abdomen squeezes, but you're losing focus from the lack of air. Colors are filling your vision but in all of it, you hear his voice.

"You always going to be mine. Physically," He thrusts once.

"Emotionally." He thrusts again.

"Indefinitely." He fucks you particularly hard this time and you feel your body going limp as he groans, cumming inside. You don't care what the consequences are because honestly... you aren't going to be awake by the time you find the ability to do so. He pulls out and notices how he's spent all of your energy and sanity.

His fingers trail up your body before threading into your hair, massaging the scalp lightly.

"Sleep tight baby. I'll be right here when you wake up." And that's the last thing you hear before your world goes black.

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@officialdilfenthusiast @mrsmangione286 @lolololagrey - tagging u cuz u commented or reblogged my first part... hope u enjoyed :)

Receiving a call from your ex while you’re fucking Luigi. He answers the phone and tells you to speak 🫣.

Another repost. This was the first fic I ever wrote so it’s a bit all over the place. Enjoy bbys 😋

Luigi shifts under you. You’re straddling his lap grinding into him. “Hmm you want me to…?” he begins. “Yes yes please, I need you” you reply without hearing the end of his question. You’ve been making out in bed for a few minutes. You’re so turned on you feel the wetness pooling between your legs and feel Luigi harden under you. You kiss him again. Hard. Your teeth clank together and you pull back horrified. “Omg sorry did I hurt you?” You place your hands over your mouth embarrassed at how desperate you’re acting. Luigi does nothing but laugh. “Hahah it’s ok, baby” he says tilting his head to the side. His expression is cocky. He loves how desperate and needy he makes you. He knows no one else makes you feel this way and it turns him on. You laugh out of relief, dropping your hands and go back to kissing him, softer this time. You place your hands onto Luigi’s broad shoulders and his hands are on your ass, kneading at the supple flesh.

“More” you whine. “Need more”. You’re grinding down harder onto Luigi’s clothed pelvis trying desperately to ease the pressure down below. You arch your back, the seam of your sweats rubbing deliciously on your clit. You rock back and forth small mewls slipping from your mouth in between each kiss. Luigi moves to kiss down your cheek to your neck and slowly pulls the neckline of your top down to reveal your breast. “This ok?” He places a small kiss on your collarbone looking up at you. Your eyes catch his and you hum in response. Your hands are still resting on his shoulders, supporting you, while you rock back and forth. “Say it” he kisses the same spot on your collarbone. “Need to hear you say it.” He gets off on making you wait. He loves seeing you needy and whiny, making you so desperate you’d do whatever he tells you to. “Y- yes” you manage to get out between gritted teeth. He hesitates a moment before deciding that he’s satisfied with your response. He won’t make you wait any longer. He kisses your boob, just above the nipple. And kisses slightly lower but not low enough. A moan slips through your lips. “Mm yeah” you encourage him. You move one hand to rest on his head, interlocking your fingers between his curls. You use the hand to push his head down. He moves his mouth down, enveloping your whole nipple in his warm mouth. He sucks hard, moving his tongue around massaging your hard nipple. He moves and grabs the other boob and begins rolling your nipple between his fingers. He stays this way a few moments and your rocking slows to a halt. You let out small whines and moans encouraging him. Both your hands are in his hair now, grabbing, pulling and scratching. “You’re so whiny, baby” Luigi pulls away with a grin. “So so whiny” he continues. You’re so turned on you could cry. You look down at him and let out a breathy laugh which turns into a moan. You’re so frustrated with his teasing you grasp a chunk of his hair and pull hard. “Mmmm please” you throw your head back, rolling your hips against his once more so desperate to feel some sort of pleasure. Luigi is taken aback by this show of neediness. His head jerks back while you pull and he winces. You feel his dick twitch under you. “F-fuck ok” he lets out. He reaches out for your hand and untangles your fingers from his hair. He leans in close and whispers “take your clothes off” flashing his incisors.

Upon hearing this you scramble off of him desperately pulling off your pyjama pants and oversized t shirt. “Leave them on” he instructs, before you can pull your panties off. He moves to remove his blue Bali t-shirt, discarding it on the floor. He keeps his boxers on and you notice how hard he is under them. the outline of his dick is obvious as it strains against the fabric of his boxers. He gets up on his knees on the bed, patting the space he was sitting on, inviting you over. You lie down in his space. Your knees bent slightly, feet planted on the mattress, legs spread. Your hands resting on your sides. He takes a moment admiring you, deciding where to begin. He wants to ravage you, savour you, devour you. He enjoys making you feel good. It brings him pleasure. Feeling you come undone under him. He enjoys fucking you, slowly and passionately. Feeling the change in you. Growing desperate and needy to the point of submission. He gets you to a place no man has been able to.

You know what’s about to come. You see it in his eyes. The way they twinkle. His breath is heavy and his eyes wander over your body. He tilts his head as if sizing you up, ready to eat you. You enjoy this. The waiting. Waiting for him to decide what to do with you. How to pleasure you. How to enjoy you. You feel breathless, your chest rising and falling. You place one hand on your upper thigh and drag it slowly upwards. Dragging it over your clothed pelvis, up over your belly button and let it rest on your tit. You squeeze, kneeling slowly. Your nipples are sensitive from Luigi’s mouth so you go slow not to overstimulate yourself. “Come on, touch me” you encourage Luigi to begin. You don’t want to beg. Not just yet. He still doesn’t move so you reach out, tenderly, holding his hand and bringing it to rest over your mound. You half expected him to smack your hand away and make you wait. He slides one long finger over your slit. Up and down. He can feel the wetness leaking out, dampening your panties. “Soo so wet. All for me, baby?” He adjusts so that he’s lying on his side, one hand on you, the other arm propping him up. He runs his slender fingers over the elastic of your panties. “Mhm all for you” you let out. He dips one finger in, extending it to rub small circles over your clit. Your hips buck upwards and a moan leaves your lips. Much louder than you care to admit. He adds another finger, collecting your wetness and using it to rub your clit faster and harder. Your high pitched whines fill the room along with the lewd noises coming from between your legs.

Luigi slips one finger into you and then quickly follows with another. “Getting you ready f’me” he says, brushing his fingers against the spongy spot inside you. Luigi is big and he knows it. He keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing much slower. Your whines turn to moans, almost growls as you grow more and more desperate for him. For his dick. Inside you. He picks up the pace, and you feel as though you can cum just from his fingers alone. "yeah, let me hear you" He leans over, locking his lips to yours. You kiss him back reaching your free hand to rub the fabric over his dick. A small wet patch formed at his tip from pre cum. You continue palming at his dick before he lets out a low groan. "That's good, baby". He takes such good care of you. Such care goes into making sure you feel good. You sometimes forget he also deserves to feel just as good.

Luigi removes his fingers and pushes your panties to the side. "pretty" he whispers, admiring your pussy. Luigi leans down and places a small kiss to your swollen clit. You arch your back "ohh fuck" you close your eyes and tip your head back, further into the pillow. He knows he has teased you enough. He slips off the bed to remove his boxers. He stands before you, pumping his dick in his big hands, spreading the precum over his tip. You're already so wet for him. You look over at him, hair disheveled, your lips red and puffy spread into a wide smile. you reach out a hand, inviting him back to bed. Inviting him back to fuck you. Taking your hand, he climbs back into the bed, placing his body on top of yours. His hips slit into the space between your legs, almost perfectly. Almost as though your bodies were made that way. Without hesitation he pushes into you, a small gasp leaving his mouth. You, on the other hand, let out a loud moan. "mmm fuck lu". "Tell me when" he says, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. He waits a moment for you to adjust to the stretch. You'll never get over this feeling. No matter how many times he fucks you, you will never not enjoy the stretch from his thick member. the pressure building again from the thick tip pushing against the spongy sensitive spot inside you. "ok ready" you wrap your arms around Luigi's neck, ready for him to begin pounding into you. He waits a moment before moving his hips. Moving his dick slowly out of you and then pushing in again. He does this again, making sure that you are ready and comfortable. "Shit, so good" you moan. The slow strokes feel euphoric. "Gripping me so tight" Luigi spits out as he picks up the pace. His hands reach up to hold your head up. His hands holding your head up as he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your nose. You can't form any thoughts as he picks up the pace, bottoming out in you, the familiar feeling of his dick hitting your cervix causes you to moan out. It hurts but in the best way. Luigi is practically pounding into you. The sound of skin hitting skin fills your ears and you feel sweat gathering at the base of your spine. You're moaning like a porn star and he's filling your ears with the most disgusting things. "You like that hmmm? You like when I'm pounding into you?" his words go straight to your pussy, gripping him like a vice. You can feel the thick vein that runs along his shaft rubbing against your gummy walls. "answer me baby, tell me you like it" "oh y-yes. Fuck I love it lu!" you practically scream out, fearing he might stop if you don't answer him. "that's my pretty gir-" before he can complete his sentence, he spots something, slowing his pace. You feel the change in pace and reach your hands to grab at his lower back, attempting to speed him up.

"Noo keep going" you look up at him and realise something has caught his attention. You follow his eyeline to your phone resting on the nightstand. You notice the familiar pattern of the vibration. You are getting a phone call. "ugh forget it baby" you say. "I'll call them back, whoever it is" you whine out, desperate for him to continue. Luigi reaches for the phone, holding it up so you can see the screen.

incoming call from - Devil Man 👹

Shit. Your toxic ex recently got a hold of your new number. He had called you twice this past week begging to meet up with you, telling you to leave Luigi and go back to him. You hadn't mentioned it to Luigi out of fear he would march over to his house and beat the living shit out of him. Not that your ex doesn't deserve it and you know that Luigi is perfectly capable of doing so, with all the hours he's put into the gym and the years of taekwondo training. You just didn't want Luigi to get into any trouble. Not over that worthless dog.

"Why not just answer it now?" Luigi says with a cheeky grin. Before you can protest, he presses the circular green button, connecting the call. he places the phone on speaker and you hear the familiar sound of your ex boyfriends voice. "y/n i'm so glad you answered". You're eyes are wide with shock, you're shaking your head at luigi questioning what on Earth made him answer the phone. He mouths one single word, "speak" before continuing his brutal pace. You cover your mouth not just out of shock but also to avoid a moan escaping your mouth. "y/n? You there?" Luigi brings the phone closer to you, you manage to mumble a small "yeah" into the general direction of the phone. All you can focus on is Luigi. hovering above you with the biggest smile ever. His dick is pounding into you, bottoming out with every stroke. You feel every inch, every vein brushing against the inside of your walls. He moves your hand away from your mouth, giving you a look to indicate you can do better than that. "oh good you're there. look can i come over?" your ex asks. Luigi scoffs at the request and then signals with his hands encouraging you to play along. "well no, i'm k- kind of busy." You let out shakily. Luigi showed no signs of slowing down. In Fact he reaches down between your naked bodies and slaps your clit. It's a light slap but enough to make you yelp. "what was that? Where are you right now?" your ex begins to question you. "nothing i j- just... Nothing." You're struggling to keep your composure. Luigi smiles then begins rubbing slowly on your clit. The wave of pleasure causes you to let out a low moan. You look at luigi, pleading with your eyes to let up but he shows so signs of slowing down. "come on, i promise i can make you feel way better than that loser you're seeing now. What's his name? Mario?" Hearing your ex talk about Luigi in that way makes your blood boil. Luigi's pace becomes teasingly slow, resulting in him pushing into you so deep and then slowly moving out. His tip teases your cervix every time he pushes in, causing your eyes to roll back. Trying not to scream, you reply "I doubt that.. and it's LUIGI." You look at him and he couldn't be prouder. He presses the mute button on the phone and whispers "keep going, gonna make you cum, baby." in your ear. You press unmute and hear your ex rambling on about how good he can fuck you and about how much more money he makes. "Come on, sweetheart. Please I want you back, I fucked up, ok? Just let me prove to you I'm a changed man." You're so certain he's crying right now and the thought of your slimy ex crying on the phone begging to fuck you whilst the most perfect man is on top of you fucking you so deliciously, makes you want to cum. Luigi is finding humour in listening to him begging you to fuck him, he's shaking his head and smiling, poking his tonge into the side of his cheek, as though he can't belive the audacity of your ex. Luigi moves his hand away from your clit and reaches for the headboard as he braces himself to start pounding into you again. You let out a small whine in anticipation. "Wait are you..." you hear on the phone "what is that noise? Are you with him right now?" Luigi begins pounding into you again, the noise of skin hitting skin fills the room, filtering through the phone's mic. You let out another moan and Luigi grabs your phone. "Sorry bro, she's kinda busy right now" frat boy luigi makes an appearance, speaking into the phone with the biggest grin plastered onto his face. "y/n what is-" before your ex can finish, luigi cuts the call, tosses your phone and turns to you. "fuckk you're all mine" he says reaching once again between your bodies down towards your clit. "All yours" you moan.

A small part of you wishes your ex stayed on the call long enough to hear you cum. especially since most of the time you had to fake it with him. Luigi makes you cum every single time. He takes the time to learn what you like and what makes you feel good. He prides himself on knowing every part of you. And you fall more and more in love with him every time.

Luigi’s bullying pace compared to the gentle touch on your clit is driving you crazy. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your nails digging into his upper back. A small tear runs down your cheek as you practically scream out "yes. FUCK yes. oh right there" you're so consumed by him. Every nerve on your body is screaming, every hair on your body stood on end. your legs begin to shake as you feel the familiar tightness in your lower belly. You press your palm down on your belly to feel Luigi filling you so deep. "yes baby, f- fuck stay there, gonna- gonna make you cum" you can tell that Luigi is just as close. His eyes are screwed shut and his head tilted upwards. Seeing him in this state pushes you over the edge. The muscles in your legs contract and you dig your nails into Luigi's back, sure to leave a mark. Your eyes screw shut and you scream out Luigi's name. "cumming" is all you can muster. "Yeah, let it out, my pretty girl," he says. You're panting trying to regain your breath. Luigi cums straight after, gasping then letting out a low string of groans as he repeats your name like a prayer "y/n. y/n so perfect" he says spilling into you. You feel him twitching as he stills inside of you. He's coming down from his high and presses his sweaty forehead against yours, smiling. "fuck, I love you so much" you say placing a peck on his lips. "Hmm, I love you too," he says after pulling away. "no one makes me feel as good as you do" you admit to him

Luigi rolls his body off yours and onto the bed next to you. "Let me take care of you" he pulls you into him. your head resting on his chest, his muscly arms wrapped around your frame. fingers stroking your skin "my perfect girl" he sighs into you. You hum in pleasure. There's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

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making breakfast together

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Solace

Request: spencer reid x reader Where you just need some physical affection from your husband

A:N: I/m sorry for how short it is! I hope you enjoyed.

SPENCER REID REQUESTS OPEN

It had been a long day for you. Today, was filled with problem after problem. Your co workers had been bitchy today, as usual but it got especially under your skin today, then someone used all of the coffee in the entire office just after your boss decided to drop a stack of papers on your desk that needed your attention by the end of the day. To make matters worse, the bottom of your shoe fell off.

Yeah, you read that right. The sightly lifted bottom of your shoe caught onto a step, and somehow as you stepped forward, you managed to also peel the layer from the sole, leaving you in a gross pair of disguarded trainers from the lost and found.

Sufficet to say, your day was shit.

Going home was solace for you, a haven. This haven contained your husband, the love of your life, the smartest and most handsome man in the world (in your opinion anyway), and he was always attentive to your every need on days like this. When you two got engaged, you had made a promise to always be home for one another when you promised to be. Tonight, you were especially excited, becuase Spencer was returning from a case, and he'd promised to be home before you finished work.

Spencer being home before you always meant two things. One would be, When you opened the front door, you'd be greeted by the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of his crackly old vinyl playing Brahms or The Doors. The next would be that Spencer would be by your side as soon as he could, and hugging you like he thought he'd never see you again.

Arriving home, you found your first prediction to be correct. The sound of 'Love me Two Times' playing softly alerted you to his presance, and scent of freshly brwed espresso comforted you as you slipped silently into your shared home. Quietly, you placed your bag down, stripping your coat and placing your keys into a bowl gently.

You could hear Spencer clattering around in the kitchen, no doubt attempting to make dinner. Deciding to surprise him, you slowly tiptoed through the long emerald hallway that led to the kitchen, slowly peeking around the corner, you saw Spencer facing away from you, looking into a cupboard.

With a sneaky smile, you continued to tiptoe to him till you were just a touch away when-

"Boo!" He spun around and grabbed your hips, causing you to scream in surprise. Screeching his name, he only laughs at your pout and pulls you into him by your hips.

"Sorry, love." He laughed out, leaning forward to kiss your forehead softly "But to be fair, you were going to try and scare me first."

You rolled your eyes and slid your arms around his slender neck, looking into his eyes with a smile.

"Well, I guess allis fair in love and war and that..." You reach to meet his lips with yours softly, the kiss is tender and full of the deep love you both feel for one another. Pulling away, you both have dopey love struck smiles gracing your features

"I think i prefer love..." He mumbles before catching your lips in his once again.

After a moment, Spencer attempts to pull away from you after a moment, but you pout once more, pulling him back.

"Nooo... dont go stay here and cuddle me" You whine, pouting like a child, elliciting another chuckle from Spencer.

"Really, you want to cuddle in the middle of the kitchen?" His hand was rubbing small circles on your lower back, tracing his fingers along the slender line of your spine. Humming, you nodded in agreement

"I don't care where as long as im right here." Gesturing to your place in his arms, Spencer gives you an exhasberated look, shaking his head at your use of love to blackmail him to holding you whilst stood staionary in the kitchen. Rolling his eyes dramatically, he gives you a small squeeze.

"We can always do this on the couch? Or the bed?" Your eyebrows quirk up at his comment

"Doctor Spencer Reid! Are you just trying to get me in bed with you?" You feign offense, causing him to laugh at your dramatics "Romance IS dead!"

Rolling his eyes once more, he pulls away from you and begins to lead you to your bedroom

"I don't think I can trick you into your OWN bed." He chuckles as he pulls you ontop of him, both of your bodies softly hitting the matress.

Propping yourself up and onto your elbows, you bring your attention to the mans face, staring at him adoringly, his gaze meeting yours with the same look. Leaning down, you give him a small kiss, before collapsing into his embrace.

"I love you..." You mumble into his chest, he gives you another tight squeeze and kiss to the crown of your head.

"I love you too."

you’re welcome

do you believe me now? ~series masterlist

in which spencer reid and inexperienced fem!reader navigate all of her firsts

this series is 18+. mdni

please see warnings to each individual part!

part one

part two

part three

part 3.5 (bonus chapter)

part four

part five

part 5.5 (bonus chapter)

part six

part seven

part eight

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