#bambina

Anche quest’anno sono stata

una bambina cattiva…

molto cattiva…

Perciò caro Babbo Natale puniscimi…

puniscimi tanto…

fino a farmi urlare:

- Ti prego! Ancora! Ancora!…

summary: after y/n and Luigi’s tensions have been resolved (tangled words pt. 1) luigi and y/n go through their differences and get together. Now, living with each other in their own apartment they can do whatever they want. Which means that when luigi comes home from work one day he finds you doing the laundry in your guys’ bedroom. The apartment being filled with your scent gives luigi the great opportunity to take things even further knowing you two are alone.

tropes/warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, praise kink, mentions of ‘daddy’, boyfriend luigi x girlfriend y/n, overstimulation, mentions of ‘good girl’, and probably more.

౨ৎ authors note: finally got to writing part two of tangled words and ngl this took me a lotttt longer then I thought. Probably bc it’s my first time writing smut but hopefully it’s okay. Anyways hope you enjoy and as always free my lulu baby. anyways happy reading! ily all sm!!

“Principessa I’m home” Luigi shouted out from across the room closing your guys’ apartment door behind him. “Hi gigi how was your day?” you ask finishing up the laundry you were midway through that you had left on the bed. “Fine, I brought us some pizza from Francesco’s”. “Thank you!” you call out.

Luigi sets his backpack and other belongings on the counter and makes his way towards you silently. He slowly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you gently into a tight hug, leaving small pecks along your neck. “How was your day, baby?”. Softly humming and leaning back against him as you reply, “good”. Turning you around by firmly gripping your waist, he pushes your hair behind your ear.

Feeling helpless in front of him, heat rises to your cheeks as you avoid his gaze, doing absolutely anything to avoid crumbling into his touch. Letting out a soft laugh you suddenly push him, feeling overwhelmed with his fierce and intense glare. You quickly attempt to escape his presence heading for the living room. “Uh, and where do you think your going?” he says behind you reaching for your wrist and pulling you back with force.

“Luigi, we can’t” you reply. “Oh yeah? and why’s that?” he questions firmly. As you look up at him, the hint of a pink flush on your cheeks deepens, and the feeling of your stomach squeezing and heart fluttering increases. Becoming numb under his presence is not what you had expected to happen but here you were, unable to respond all because of the way he made his assertion known. “Baby…” he whispers leaning forward into your ear. “I know how much you want this, need this”. A cold chill runs down your spine as you slowly succumb into him.

Running his hands down the thin and flimsy material of your shirt he starts to unbutton the front. Your breathing begins to change, picking up the pace. A soft breeze hits your chest leaving your nipples perkier. “Lu…” you gasp, feeling luigi reaching for your now bare chest. “beautiful, my love, beautiful” he praises on as you give in to his soft, delicate touch as it begins to roam down lower.

“You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?” he questions as he plays with the waist of your pants. With him staring down at you, you frantically begin to nod your head desperate for more of him. “use your words amore mio”. “yes, Lui, yes, I’m going to be a good girl” you respond feeling weak in the knees. “nuh-uh, you know that’s not what we’re doing right now” he says, voice heavy and full of lust. He reaches for one of your nipples, rolling it slightly. “What do we say?” he questions. You lower your face, avoiding his eyes. “yes, daddy”. “there we go baby”.

“Now, tell me what does my pretty girl want?” You, knowing he was going to make this go on for as long as possible and excruciatingly slow you respond, “n-need you, I need you daddy” you pant. “There we go” he coos at you clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. He begins reaching for your pants, slightly pulling them down. He pushes the pile of unfinished laundry away, replacing it with you. Your back lands on the bed as Luigi helps you out of your pants.

“Lift your hips for me, love” he says in a voice that makes you want to come then and there. Obeying you lift your hips and adjust yourself so you could see him. He reaches for his shirt and pulls it off. Leaving his toned abs on display and biceps flexing. Unable to look away, your eyes linger for a moment too long.

Finally he reaches over to lay on top of you. Strong, muscular arms caging you in with nowhere else to run to. He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that captivates you entirely. You reach for his curls, tangling your hands in them. “Tell me what you want”. “Your mouth” you let out, biting your lips afterwards. “Jesus fuck, he whispers. Looking down at the bulge forming in his pants. “See what you do to me amore?” he asks.

Slowly getting down onto his knees he pulls you by your legs to the edge of the bed. Maintaining eye contact the entire time he starts slowly circling your clothed clit. “Luigi, please” you plead. Lightly slapping your clit he looks up at you. “What did I say about calling me that?” “please, daddy”. You look down at him once again, your panties off, leaving you fully naked. Taking time to drink up the sight of you lying in front of him, a slight smirk creeps onto his face.

Using his long and lean fingers he starts gathering your slick. Toying with your sensitive bud. Soft gasps leave your lips as Luigi works you open. “Look at my pretty girl, all this for me?” voice full of desire and hunger for more. Sliding one finger in and out, then eventually two. “d-daddy, please, please, please” you plead out begging for more. “Shhh, shhh, I’ve got you” he coos. Leaning forward he grabs your chin, forcing you to kiss him as your pleas only grow louder and more desperate.

Your stomach begins to tighten up, getting closer to your orgasm you arch your back attempting to get more of his fingers in you. But just when you thought you’d come he pulls out his fingers. Shooting your head up, you whine out “luigiiii, why’d you stop?” “Because I’m about to give you something better” he replies with that cheeky smirk still lingering on his face.

Pulling his pants and boxers off, you lean back again as you wait for Luigi to do something out of the unexpected. You look down at his cock, thick, heavy, and leaking with his pre-cum. “Looks like someone’s exited” you remark. “Baby please, this is just the beginning” he says.

Capturing your lips in another steamy kiss he says “turn around”. Obeying you turn around, waiting for his next move. His arm reaches underneath your stomach. Pulling you up onto all fours. Slowly pushing your hair off your back he leans down leaving soft kisses against the small of your back.

“ready baby?” he questions. “yes” you whisper softly. Lining himself up, he eases himself in. “O-oh fuck” he groans out. “You’re so tight principessa.” Soft gasps leave your lips as you adjust to his length. Gradually getting used to his size, he starts to thrust. In, out, in, out. His massive hands roam your hips, gripping on for dear life. You’re sure he’s going to leave marks but you’re to busy with the pleasure of it all. “More. Please, please daddy” you beg.

“Patience, baby patience.” He starts to thrust himself deeper into you. His pace? Relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the entirety of the room. With one of his hand still gripping your hip, his other reaches for your hair. Slightly pulling, making your head lean back and look up at his face.

Leaving slight curses under his breath he looks down at you. “My pretty girl” he praises. All you can do is moan and roll your eyes back. Letting out a small chuckle he lets go of your hair and reaches his arm under your neck. Getting you into a chokehold, burying himself deeper into you. Making sure you feel every single inch of him.

“Lu-luigi, please” you cry out. “C-can’t take it, it’s too much.” Tears begin to form in your eyes, only because of how close you were to your climax. “There we go, my girl, take it, take it all. I know you can” he coos out. Your head bobs back and forth slightly as his thrusts begin to falter just a bit as he himself chases his own orgasm.

The deafening sound of moaning, grunting, and skin against skin fills every corner of the room. You were sure the neighbors might complain the next day but you didn’t care. All you knew was how much you needed Luigi to make you come.

“I-I’m close daddy.” “I know baby, your tightening up darling” he says while smirking to himself. With a final few broken gasps leaving your lips you reach one of your hands to grab his arm that’s resting under your chin, holding you in a headlock.

“There we go my love. Come for me. I got you.” Your head tips, your back arch deepens, and in seconds Luigi’s other hand reaches down to play with your soft and delicate bud. Running slow circles, his hands toy with you. And just like that your orgasm comes crashing down. Slightly shaking and crying your head tips forward. His thrusts begin to slack off as he reaches his high as well. Erotic grunts leave his lips as his head falls into your back.

“You were so good for me baby. So good” he praises as his arm leaves the underside of your chin and rests on your hips as he pulls out. “You okay?.” “Yeah, that was..” a moment of silence falls between the both of you. “a lot” you laugh. “In a good way or bad way?” He questions as he falls beside you on the bed. “ good way lulu, always a good way” you reassure him. “I love you” he says almost as if he was scared to lose you. “Love you more baby” you smile back at him.

A few moments pass between you. He stares. All he does is stare for a couple of moments. As if he were admiring an art piece he had hand crafted himself. Worshiping you with his eyes. His hand reached for the small strand of hair that graces your face. He smiles at you as he gathers his thoughts and himself.

Mio nonno mi teneva per mano.

Aspettavamo che il sole si abbassasse

e che l’aria cambiasse pelle.

Poi accadeva.

Dall’acqua si alzavano figure leggere,

così silenziose da sembrare vive.

Lui sorrideva sotto i baffi curati.

Io, con occhi innocenti,

vedevo nascere le anguane.

Non mi importava che fosse solo vapore.

La scienza, ancora oggi, non ha vinto:

l’acqua, quando è pronta, sa diventare cielo.

E sorrido.