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hi, i’m cherry 🍒
20 • nursing student • permanently tired
usually juggling school, work, and whatever fic idea refuses to leave my brain. i write when i can, ramble when i shouldn’t, and definitely overshare sometimes (oops). dms are always open — come say hi 🤍
✨ hogwarts house: hufflepuff
⭐️ zodiac sign: cancer
🎧 current music obsession: sabrina carpenter
📚 comfort book / show: the great gatsby / bluey
🐾 cats or dogs?: cats
🌙 night owl or early bird?: night owl
☕️ coffee or energy drinks?: energy drinks… i HATE coffee unfortunately
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The Fourth of July festival at the park was louder than usual.
Red, white, and blue streamers fluttered from every light pole, folding tables overflowed with homemade desserts, and children darted through the grass with tiny American flags clutched in their hands. Somewhere near the pavilion, a local band struggled through an enthusiastic rendition of Sweet Caroline, while the smell of barbecue drifted across the field.
You almost hadn’t come.
Holiday crowds weren’t usually your thing, but Maple had spent the entire afternoon staring at her leash like it had personally offended her. One look at those impossibly hopeful brown eyes, and you’d found yourself driving to the park anyway.
As soon as you stepped through the entrance, Maple’s ears perked up.
She barked once.
Then she took off.
“MATTEO!”
The little boy abandoned the beanbag toss game without a second thought, running straight toward the golden retriever with his arms spread wide. Maple met him halfway, nearly knocking him onto the grass as her tail wagged so hard her entire body moved with it.
You laughed, following behind at a much slower pace.
“She’s been asking about you all day,” you teased.
Matteo gasped.
“Really?”
“Oh, absolutely. She kept whining at the front door.”
“I knew she missed me.”
“You’ve officially become her favorite human.”
“What about you?”
“I’m devastated.”
He giggled before wrapping both arms around Maple again.
“Hi, buddy.”
Your gaze lifted at the familiar voice.
Luigi.
He looked… unfairly good.
A navy T-shirt hugged his shoulders, sunglasses rested on top of his curls, and he held two paper trays piled with funnel cake in one hand while balancing three lemonades in the other.
You blinked.
Then immediately looked away before he caught you staring.
Too late.
“I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
“You looked.”
“I looked at the funnel cake.”
“Mhm.”
“It looked delicious.”
“It is.”
He held one of the trays out toward you.
“I bought too much.”
You eyed the enormous pile of powdered sugar.
“I don’t think that’s physically possible.”
“I panicked.”
“At the funnel cake stand?”
“There were too many options.”
You laughed.
“I’ll help you out.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
You took the tray from him, your fingers brushing for the briefest moment.
It wasn’t intentional.
Neither of you commented on it.
Neither of you ignored it either.
———
The afternoon passed in the comfortable way it always seemed to when you were together.
The four of you wandered from booth to booth, Matteo insisting you all play every carnival game despite the fact that none of you were particularly good at them. Luigi somehow lost at ring toss three times in a row. You managed to win a tiny stuffed star after an embarrassingly lucky throw, only for Matteo to immediately decide Maple deserved it more than anyone else.
Now the little plush toy hung proudly from her harness.
“She looks very patriotic,” Luigi observed.
“I think she’s feeling the holiday spirit.”
“I think she thinks it’s a chew toy.”
“…That’s probably more accurate.”
Matteo skipped a few steps ahead, swinging a tiny plastic flag back and forth.
Every few minutes he’d stop to excitedly point something out.
“Dad! Look! Cotton candy!”
“Dad! They have face painting!”
“Dad! That dog is wearing sunglasses!”
Each time, Luigi answered with the same patient smile.
You couldn’t help noticing how naturally he slipped into fatherhood. There was no frustration when Matteo asked a hundred questions in ten minutes. No annoyance when he changed his mind halfway to an activity. Just endless patience and quiet affection.
“You know,” you said as Matteo became distracted watching bubbles float across the field, “he’s a really sweet kid.”
Luigi’s expression softened instantly.
“He makes it easy.”
“You give yourself too little credit.”
He looked at you.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Something about the certainty in your voice made him glance away.
He smiled to himself.
“Thanks.”
———
As evening settled over the park, families began spreading blankets across the hill where the fireworks would be launched.
You found a spot beneath a large oak tree, just far enough from the crowd that Maple could stretch out comfortably.
Matteo curled up between the two of you, happily munching on popcorn while Maple rested her head in his lap.
The air had cooled enough that a light breeze carried the smell of fresh-cut grass and fireworks waiting to be lit.
You looked up at the sky.
“It’s pretty tonight.”
“It is.”
Luigi wasn’t looking at the sky.
He was looking at you.
Matteo noticed immediately.
His little eyes bounced between the two of you.
Then a slow grin spread across his face.
He leaned closer to Maple and whispered loudly enough that absolutely everyone could hear.
“I think Daddy likes her.”
Luigi choked on absolutely nothing.
“…Buddy.”
“What?”
“You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
Luigi looked at you.
You were trying very, very hard not to laugh.
“I just…”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s not polite.”
Matteo frowned.
“But it’s true.”
The silence that followed felt impossibly loud.
Then you smiled.
“Matteo?”
“Yeah?”
“I think your dad’s blushing.”
“I’m not blushing.”
“You are,” Matteo insisted. “Your ears are red.”
“They are not.”
“They are.”
“They’re definitely a little red,” you added.
Luigi groaned, dropping his face into his hands.
“I can’t believe I’m getting bullied by two people half my size.”
“I’m six,” Matteo corrected proudly.
“And she’s…”
He looked at you.
“…Bigger than six.”
You burst into laughter.
“So true.”
Even Luigi couldn’t help laughing.
The sound blended perfectly with yours, carrying across the quiet hill.
———
A few moments later, the first firework exploded overhead.
A brilliant burst of gold lit up the sky.
Matteo gasped so dramatically you thought he’d stopped breathing.
“WHOA.”
Another followed.
Then another.
The night erupted in color.
Reds.
Blues.
Silvers that shimmered before fading into darkness.
Without thinking, Matteo scooted closer until he was leaning comfortably against your side while still holding onto Luigi’s arm.
One of his little hands rested on Maple’s back.
The other clutched his dad’s sleeve.
He sighed happily.
“This is nice.”
“It is,” you agreed softly.
Matteo looked up at the two of you one last time before turning back toward the fireworks.
“You know…”
“Hm?” Luigi asked.
“You don’t have to keep looking at each other.”
Both of your heads snapped toward him.
“You could just hold hands.”
You stared.
Luigi stared.
Matteo shrugged.
“It’d be easier.”
Before either of you could recover, another firework exploded overhead, drowning out your laughter.
Neither of you reached for the other’s hand.
But as the finale painted the night sky in gold, your shoulders remained pressed together.
A new picture of Luigi got shared, this was probably taken in 2022, from when he was in Hawaii, the picture is cropped by the person who posted it on Twitter (it was also shared by @venusiangione first on here </3333)
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By the second week, the three of you had become something of a fixture at the park.
The older couples who walked the trail smiled knowingly whenever Maple came bounding through the gate. Parents recognized Luigi’s son Matteo immediately, usually because he was already halfway across the playground yelling, “Maple’s here!” before either of you had even made it past the entrance. It wasn’t unusual anymore for strangers to assume the four of you had arrived together.
Neither of you corrected them.
Not because it was true.
But because it somehow felt easier to let them believe it than explain the oddly specific friendship you’d built around one overly affectionate golden retriever and one little boy who adored her.
You had even developed your own routine without realizing it.
Luigi always claimed the same bench while Matteo and Maple exhausted themselves chasing tennis balls across the grass. You always brought an extra bottle of water because Luigi inevitably forgot his. He always packed fruit snacks, and without fail, his son insisted on sharing them with Maple despite Luigi reminding him every afternoon that, “Buddy, dogs can’t have fruit snacks.”
“She looks like she wants one.”
“She also looks like she’d eat a shoe.”
“…She would.”
“Exactly.”
The two of you laughed.
Again.
It seemed to happen a lot these days.
The afternoon sun was particularly brutal that day, turning the metal slides into ovens and leaving everyone searching for patches of shade.
After nearly an hour, Luigi’s son flopped dramatically onto the bench between you.
“I’m melting.”
“You’ve been running nonstop,” Luigi said.
“I’ve decided… I need ice cream.”
“You’ve decided?”
“Yes.”
“What convenient timing.”
The little boy looked between the two of you with all the seriousness in the world.
“They have the ice cream truck today.”
Sure enough, the familiar jingle echoed faintly from the parking lot.
You hadn’t even noticed.
“Daddy,” he pleaded.
Luigi sighed dramatically, though the smile tugging at his lips completely gave him away.
“I suppose one ice cream won’t kill us.”
His son cheered.
You stood, brushing grass from the back of your shorts.
“I should probably get going anyway.”
“What?”
The disappointment came from two voices at once.
You blinked.
Luigi looked almost as surprised as you did.
“I just…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I figured…”
“Daddy!”
His son grabbed Luigi’s hand before turning to you with wide, hopeful eyes.
“You should come too!”
“Oh, honey—”
“Please?”
You looked at Luigi, silently asking for help.
Instead, he shrugged.
“I mean…”
His smile was almost shy.
“We were already heading over there.”
The invitation hung in the air.
It would be easy to say no.
Probably smarter.
You’d only known each other for a couple of weeks.
This wasn’t… anything.
Right?
“…Okay.”
His son’s grin could’ve powered the entire city.
The line at the truck wasn’t long.
His son stood in front of the menu with the intensity of someone making a life-changing decision.
“I can’t pick.”
“You’ve had chocolate every single time we’ve gotten ice cream.”
“But what if today is the day vanilla changes my life?”
You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth.
Luigi glanced over at you.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The laugh.”
“What about it?”
“I was wondering how long it’d take.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“You notice that?”
He seemed to realize what he’d admitted.
His ears turned pink.
“I, uh…”
Before he could recover, his son pointed triumphantly at the menu.
“I made my decision!”
Luigi looked genuinely relieved.
“Thank God.”
A few minutes later, the four of you settled beneath a large oak tree with melting cones in your hands.
Maple laid across all of your feet, accepting occasional head scratches as payment for her excellent company.
Matteo was halfway through telling you an elaborate story involving dinosaurs, astronauts, and pirate ships that somehow all existed in the same universe.
You listened as though it made perfect sense.
Luigi noticed.
“You know,” he said quietly while Matteo became distracted by a butterfly nearby, “you don’t have to pretend to understand him.”
“I do understand him.”
“You understood… whatever that was?”
You nodded confidently.
“The T-Rex was clearly framed.”
He stared at you for a second.
Then burst into laughter.
“You got all that?”
“It was obvious.”
He shook his head.
“I don’t know if you’re making fun of me.”
“I absolutely am.”
“Oh.”
“…Just a little.”
He smiled into his ice cream.
“I don’t mind.”
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
The silence wasn’t awkward.
It rarely was anymore.
Instead, you watched Maple lazily swish her tail while Luigi’s son chased butterflies through the grass, his tiny laughter carrying across the park.
Luigi broke the silence first.
“I haven’t seen him laugh this much in a while.”
You looked over.
“He seems really happy.”
“He is.”
His smile softened as he watched his son.
“I think… he likes having someone else to look forward to seeing.”
Your heart squeezed.
“I like seeing him too.”
His eyes met yours.
“And Maple?”
You smiled.
“I suppose you come with the package.”
He laughed quietly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
The words settled between you, warmer than the summer air.
Neither of you acknowledged how strangely intimate the conversation had become.
Instead, Matteo came sprinting back over.
“Daddy!”
“What?”
“When are we doing this again?”
Luigi looked at you before answering.
“I don’t know, buddy.”
The little boy frowned.
“I thought this was our thing now.”
You and Luigi exchanged another look.
It lasted just a second too long.
“I…” you started.
“I mean…” Luigi said at the exact same time.
The two of you laughed.
“You first,” you said.
He smiled.
“I was just going to ask if you’d want to… maybe do this again sometime.”
You looked down at the half-melted ice cream in your hands, trying very hard not to smile too obviously.
“Were you asking for your son…”
You glanced toward the little boy.
“…or for you?”
Luigi rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly fascinated by the grass beneath his shoes.
“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”
Your smile only grew.
“Well…”
You bumped his shoulder lightly with your own.
“I think I’d say yes either way.”
For the first time since meeting you, Luigi wondered if maybe the park had never really been the reason he kept coming back.
Thinking about Luigi inviting you out to the bay on his family’s boat and once you’re both far away enough from land, he’s convincing you that it’s only right you suck his cock since he’s come all the way out here for you to see the pretty view. It’s only fair he get to enjoy the pretty view of you with his dick down your throat and your bikini top undone so he can reach down and pinch your nipples. 🫦
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The second time you saw Luigi at the park, it felt like a coincidence.
The third time, it felt familiar.
By the fifth afternoon, it had quietly become part of your routine.
You would clip Maple’s leash onto her harness around four o’clock, grab a tennis ball from the basket by the door, and head toward the neighborhood park. Without realizing it, your feet had started taking the same path every day, and Maple had started tugging a little harder once the playground came into view. She knew exactly where she was going.
So did you.
“Doggy!”
Before you could even step through the gate, a tiny voice came barreling across the grass.
Luigi barely had time to call after him before his son threw himself around Maple’s neck, giggling as she enthusiastically returned the greeting with a dozen sloppy kisses.
“There goes my dignity,” Luigi sighed as he caught up to the two of you. “I’ve officially been replaced.”
You laughed as Maple ignored your existence entirely in favor of her newest best friend.
“I’ve accepted that I rank somewhere below squirrels.”
“At least you make the top five.”
“Oh, barely.”
It was easy.
Talking to him, you realized, was alarmingly easy.
There was never an awkward silence to fill or pressure to impress one another. Conversation simply drifted from one thing to the next. Your jobs. His son’s latest obsession with dinosaurs. The way Maple insisted on sleeping diagonally across your bed despite weighing almost seventy pounds.
Some afternoons you talked for fifteen minutes.
Other afternoons, nearly an hour slipped by before either of you noticed the sun beginning to sink lower in the sky.
Neither of you ever planned to stay that long.
You just… did.
———
Luigi told himself he wasn’t looking for you.
He was just scanning the park.
Checking the playground.
Watching where his son wandered.
That was all.
Except somewhere along the way, his eyes had developed a habit.
Every afternoon, before he even sat down on the familiar wooden bench, he’d glance toward the walking trail.
Just once.
Then again five minutes later.
And again when Maple still hadn’t appeared.
“Daddy?”
His son’s voice pulled him back.
“Hm?”
“Are we waiting?”
“For what?”
“The puppy.”
Luigi frowned.
“We’re not waiting.”
His son tilted his head.
“But you keep looking.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“…Do I?”
The little boy nodded with complete confidence.
“You look every day.”
Luigi opened his mouth to argue.
Then closed it.
Because… maybe he did.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Huh.”
His son simply smiled.
“I hope they come.”
Luigi looked toward the trail again before he could stop himself.
“…Me too.”
The next afternoon, you were late.
Not by much.
Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.
Enough for Luigi to notice.
Enough for him to check his watch twice and convince himself he wasn’t disappointed.
“They’re not here today,” his son mumbled, kicking at the mulch beneath his sneakers.
“They might’ve just gotten held up.”
“Or maybe Maple has homework.”
Luigi blinked.
“…Dogs don’t have homework.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I… guess I don’t.”
He laughed quietly to himself.
Just as he was about to suggest heading home, he spotted a familiar flash of golden fur weaving between the trees.
“There!”
His son took off running before Luigi could finish the sentence.
Maple barked happily, nearly pulling you off your feet as she bounded toward the little boy.
You caught Luigi’s eye over the chaos.
“Sorry we’re late,” you called.
“No worries.”
He smiled.
“We were just about to assume Maple got assigned a science project.”
You stared at him for a second.
“…What?”
“My theory exactly,” his son announced proudly.
You burst into laughter.
“So she’s a procrastinator too?”
“The worst kind.”
Luigi watched you laugh, really watched you this time.
Your eyes crinkled at the corners.
You threw your head back just a little.
It was contagious.
Before he knew it, he was laughing too.
For reasons that had nothing to do with the joke.
And everything to do with you.
———
The sun had almost disappeared by the time the three of you finally started gathering your things.
Maple flopped dramatically onto the grass, refusing to acknowledge the word “home.”
Your new little friend wasn’t much different.
“I don’t wanna leave.”
“We have dinner waiting for us,” Luigi reminded him.
“But…”
The little boy looked at you.
Then at Maple.
Then back at his dad.
“…Can we see them tomorrow?”
Luigi met your eyes.
You smiled first.
“I think Maple would be pretty upset if she missed her best friend.”
The little boy gasped.
“I’m her best friend?”
“I think you’ve earned the title.”
His entire face lit up.
Luigi couldn’t help smiling at the sight.
“Guess that settles it,” he said, clipping the leash back onto his son’s backpack. “We’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded.
“We’ll see you tomorrow.”
For the rest of the walk home, Luigi couldn’t stop smiling.
He told himself it was because his son had made a friend.
He ignored the fact that, somewhere along the way, he had too.
hi Cherry, thank you for answering🤍 I would love to have the reader meeting Luigi and develop a romantic relationship🥰 I vaguely remember some writer has written something like that, the story was about Luigi taking his son to the park and run into the reader who's with her dog and Luigi's son was very fond of the dog....but the writer didn't give further development to the story...
get ready for a new mini series! love how i teased this months ago and then never wrote it lol
Golden Retriever Summers
Part 1 — June 23
“first meetings”
Luigi’s son meets your dog at the park and refuses to leave without saying goodbye.
Part 2 — June 26
“see you tomorrow?”
The park visits become routine. Luigi starts looking for you before he even realizes he’s doing it.
Part 3 — June 30
“ice cream and excuses”
A spontaneous afternoon together turns into something that feels suspiciously like a date.
Part 4 — July 4
“the way he looks at you”
His son notices Luigi likes you long before either of you admit it.
Part 5 — July 8
“home”
A confession, a kiss, and the realization that you’ve become part of their little family.
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Can we get a one shot where reader and Luigi are friends with OBVIOUS feelings for each other but they always brush them off for one reason or another. Until reader’s bday, Luigi gets her an extremely thoughtful gift, she can’t help but get emotional and ends up kissing him, when she realizes what she did she pulls away quickly and is like “oh my god i’m so sorry” and he’s like too dumbfounded by the fact that the woman he’s been secretly in love with for months just kissed him hes like “you have nothing to be sorry about, dummy” and pulls in again and they passionately make out ahhhhhh🤧💗. After that she’s like “well what now” and he’s like idk about you but if it were up to me we’d get married tomorrow
The small group of friends had finally left, leaving just you and Luigi in your living room. Birthday decorations still hung on the walls, and half-eaten cake sat on the coffee table. You were curled up on the couch in your favorite sweater while Luigi sat beside you, looking unusually nervous.
“You didn’t have to get me anything else,” you said, nudging his arm. “The dinner with everyone was already perfect.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “This one is different. I wanted it to be just from me.”
He reached behind the couch and pulled out a medium-sized flat box wrapped in soft cream paper. You took it carefully, surprised by its weight. When you opened it, your breath caught.
Inside was a beautiful leather-bound journal. On the cover, your initials were embossed in gold. You opened it slowly and realized every page had something different. Some pages had pressed wildflowers from the park where you two always walked. Others had Polaroids of the two of you over the past year with little handwritten notes underneath. One page had a playlist QR code labeled “Songs that remind me of you.” Another had a handwritten recipe for the cookies you once said you loved but could never find the right version of.
Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them.
“Luigi…” your voice cracked. “How did you… this must have taken months.”
He shrugged, but his eyes were soft. “I just paid attention. You’ve been there for me through everything. I wanted you to have something that showed how much you mean to me.”
You set the journal down carefully and looked at him. The feelings you had buried for months rose up all at once. Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed him.
It was soft at first, warm and tentative. For a second, he kissed you back. Then reality hit you like cold water.
You pulled away quickly, covering your mouth with your hand. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— shit, I just ruined everything, didn’t I?”
Luigi stared at you, completely stunned. His lips were still slightly parted, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what just happened.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, dummy,” he said, voice low and rough.
Before you could respond, he cupped your face with both hands and pulled you back in. This time the kiss was anything but tentative. It was deep, passionate, and full of every unspoken word between you. His lips moved against yours like he had been waiting years for this moment. You melted into him, hands fisting in his shirt as he tilted his head and kissed you harder.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Your foreheads rested together.
“Well… what now?” you whispered, scared but hopeful.
Luigi smiled, that rare genuine smile that made your heart flip. He brushed his thumb across your cheek.
“I don’t know about you,” he said, voice warm, “but if it were up to me, we’d get married tomorrow.”
You let out a watery laugh, tears still clinging to your lashes. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again, softer this time. “But I’ve been in love with you for months. I’m done brushing it off. I want this. I want you.”
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You don’t know what the hell they’re putting in his protein shakes, but Luigi keeps getting bigger.
Every week he seems broader, thicker, more impossible to ignore. His shirts stretch tight across his chest. His arms have that heavy, rounded look now, veins running down his forearms even when he’s relaxed. And his shoulders — God, his shoulders. You catch yourself staring constantly, mouth dry, thighs pressing together like a reflex.
He still doesn’t fully get it.
Tonight he walks into the living room fresh from the gym, tank top damp with sweat, hair messy. He’s breathing a little hard, chest rising and falling, and you’re done for.
You cross the room before he even says hello.
Luigi’s eyes widen for half a second when you push him back onto the couch, but then that cocky little smirk appears.
“Again?” he asks, voice already rough as you climb into his lap. “Baby, I just got home.”
“You’re bigger,” you mutter, running your hands over his chest, feeling the solid weight of new muscle under your palms. “Look at you. Fuck, Lu…”
He groans low when you grind down on him, already hard under his gym shorts. His hands — bigger, stronger — grip your hips and squeeze.
“You’re obsessed,” he teases, but his voice is thick with want. “Can’t even let me shower first?”
“No.” You tug his tank top up and he helps you pull it off. The sight of his bare torso makes you whimper. “Need you now.”
He flips you under him so fast it steals your breath. The new bulk cages you in, heavy and warm and overwhelming. He kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours while one thick thigh spreads your legs wider.
“Yeah?” he murmurs against your mouth, grinding his cock against you. “You need this big body fucking you stupid again?”
You nod frantically, pulling at his shorts.
He doesn’t make you wait. He pulls his shorts down and shoves your panties to the side and pushes in with one deep thrust, stretching you open around his thickness. The groan he lets out is filthy.
“Still so fucking tight,” he pants, hips rolling. “Doesn’t matter how many times I wreck this pussy, you still squeeze me.”
He fucks you right there on the couch — hard, possessive strokes that make the cushions squeak. Every thrust presses his new weight into you, his chest rubbing against your breasts, his arms flexed on either side of your head. You dig your nails into his back and he moans, hips snapping faster.
“Lu— fuck— you’re so deep—”
“That’s right,” he growls, voice dropping. “Take all of me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My girl going crazy every time I get bigger.”
You come hard, shaking under him. He follows right after, burying himself to the hilt with a broken groan.
But he’s not done.
Twenty minutes later you’re in the kitchen trying to make dinner when he comes up behind you, freshly showered but already hard again. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.
“You’re still wet, aren’t you?” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. One big hand slides under your shirt, the other tugs your shorts down.
“Luigi—”
He bends you over the counter and kicks your legs apart. Then he drops to his knees.
His mouth is on you instantly — hot, greedy, licking and sucking like he’s the one who’s been desperate all day. He groans against your pussy, the vibration making your knees buckle.
“Taste so fucking good,” he mutters, sliding two thick fingers inside you while his tongue works your clit. “Could eat this pussy for hours.”
You come on his fingers, moaning his name loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors hear. He stands up, spins you around, and lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing.
He fucks you there too — deep, steady thrusts while he watches your face, one hand gripping your thigh, the other braced on the marble.
“Look at me,” he demands softly. “Want to see how wrecked you get when I fill you up.”
By the time he carries you to the bedroom, your legs are shaking.
He lays you down and crawls over you, caging you in again with those massive arms. When he pushes back inside, slower this time, you both moan at how sensitive you are.
“Still need more?” he asks, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips. His hips roll in long, lazy strokes that drag against every perfect spot.
You nod, clinging to his shoulders.
He smiles against your skin, dark and hungry.
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He fucks you until you’re sobbing his name, until the only thing left in your head is how big he feels, how strong he is, how completely he owns you.
And when you finally collapse against his sweaty chest, trembling and ruined, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied, “and I’ll never stop getting bigger for you.”
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