#luiluvr

He was always nice to you, if he went out when you came over, he would bring you and Izzy back food or coffees. He knew how you took yours, even though ordering it was a bit of a hassle for him to remember. Izzy seemed to have trained him well though with her ridiculously excessive and specific coffee order. Whenever the two of you went together, you made her order it in the drive-thru because there was no way you were remembering all of it. She had the most random details like 'just a PINCH of cinnamon on top,' 'can you mix the caramel syrup with the vanilla syrup instead of just pouring it on top of each other?' She was a menace to the barista community. You could swear the workers in the local coffee shops saw Izzy coming and they would visibly tense because here comes the crazy girl with the long coffee order. Izzy was a good person though, she always placed others before herself and made sure to tip the workers as much as she could as a college student on a budget.

A main reason why she's your best friend.

You had met Izzy on your first day on campus, majoring in the same field, hoping to work in the medical field. She wanted to work at PTMC just like her father, and you weren't quite sure where or what department suited your taste. The decision to even think of medical study came so last minute when you were applying to colleges, you hadn't realized there were so many different types of doctors. Sure, nurses, surgeons, physicians, but after you met Izzy she was disgustingly educated on these things thanks to Jack. The first time you popped over to PTMC with her to bring her dad some coffee and food for his overtime, late-night-into-day shift, the amount of people and chaos going on was overwhelming. Somehow it was magical too, seeing how hard these people worked to ensure the safety of patients. They did a savior's work here.

Today was no different, you were on your way to Izzy's house because it was the weekend, and naturally you weren't one to stay in the dorm with your strange roommate who paced the floors, whispering equations to themselves and knocking themself on the head trying to understand some scientific computer stuff you never fathomed.

As you got out of the car, you hoisted your tote bag over your shoulder, figuring you and Izzy could study together for this horrendous exam coming up in statistics. You pause and ring the doorbell, awaiting to see your auburn-haired best friend open the door. You figure Jack is probably out because you don't see his car out front. Waiting, waiting... At least two full minutes go by before the sound of footsteps approach the other side and the locks click, then the door cracks open with a small squeak.

Instead of Izzy standing there, it's Jack Abbot. His gray curls were tousled and he looked like he just rolled out of bed with how droopy his eyes were. And oh no. Where is his shirt? Why is his shirt off?! "Oh, hey kid." He speaks gravely.

"Hi, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I was doing my uh...morning yoga upstairs. Are you here for Izzy?" Jack questions.

"Yes." You reply, he guides you inside, and the surroundings come naturally to you. Yoga, huh? You never took Jack as the type to do yoga. Work out? Definitely, but yoga? Maybe he does it to ensure his leg remains capable of top performance with the prosthetic. You'd ask Izzy about it later.

"Not sure if she's even here to be honest, I passed out the second I got home from my shift." He states calmly, seating himself on the couch and rubbing his upper thigh, just above where his prosthetic connected. You nod, "I'll check her room." You say.

Jack tries to nod but yawns instead.

You head down the hall towards Izzy's bedroom, but from the way her door is closed when it's usually opened, you can already assume she's not here. You poke your head inside anyway just to make sure. She's not. Maybe she went to get breakfast or something. You would text her after you left.

Returning to the living room, Jack is seemingly fighting the urge to pass out on the couch. However, he has now put a shirt on. You can't help but crack a smile because the poor guy looks like he hasn't slept in a week. You quietly speak up, low enough so you don't startle him, "I think Izzy might've gone somewhere else. So I'll go ahead and get out of your hair so you can finish up whatever you need to do."

Jack smiles softly, "That's thoughtful," he stretches a little, his shirt lifting ever so slightly- don't look at that. "You can stay, if you want. I don't mind. I'll probably fall back asleep." You nod respectfully, your fingers fidget at your side for a minute. Jack notices, "Why don't you have a seat? I'm sure Izzy will be back sooner or later. Plus I'm in the mood to chat. If you want."

Ah, fuck.

"Sure, sounds nice." You say, then slowly sit down next to him. A good few inches between the two of you. There's no way you're sitting right up against Jack Abbot. That'd be weird. He shifts to angle himself to face you better, his stubble's growing out gray and unfortunately it's the sexiest thing in the world today. Jack gives you a small smile and glances over you for a second.

"How's school going?"

"Oh, you know. Same old. Studying for a new test every week." You replied and picked at a string at the edge of your shirt.

Jack chuckles, nodding. "I remember those days, can't say I really miss them." You smile at his response, you almost forget he's probably twice your age and knows more about the medical world than you ever might.

"It's quite the patience-tester." You state softly. Then silence falls for a few minutes, it's so awkward but you're way too nervous to just get up or bring up another subject. Not with him.

"Izzy said you're seeing someone. That right?"

"Um," fuck, Izzy. "Yes, his name's Isaiah."

Jack's eyebrows raise, he seems interested now. His hand came up to your shoulder, they were so large. His palm was almost three times the size of your own. God, and that wasn't even the hottest part of him. You've seen his biceps. That man might as well be carved out of stone and placed in a museum. "Well, if this Isaiah ever hurts you, let me know. I can make it look like an accident." He whispers, then winks, and you can't fight the blush blooming on your cheeks. "I'm happy for you, kiddo."

"Thank you, Jack."

Jack feels his chest tighten as you speak his name, you've done it hundreds of times but now it just feels...right. Like his name belongs on your tongue, and yours only. He knows you don't mean it that way, he's too old for you. You'd never ever do that.

Or would you?

Maybe he could hope.

You offer a gentle smile, and not much conversation happens after that. You messaged Izzy during the stretching silence but she never responded. "I think I should go, I don't believe she's going to respond to me any time soon." You tell Jack, standing up.

"Wait." He took hold of your hand without thinking.

You pause and he stares back at you.

"Where are you going to go?"

"Back to my dorm, probably go see what Isaiah's up to." You state calmly, despite your heart thudding in your chest at this consistent contact between you and Jack Abbot. He looks at you like a sad old dog being left alone at home for the day. You feel bad because you know the most socialization he gets during the day is crazy patients at work. His hand forfeits and he nods.

"Be safe."

"I will. Have a nice rest of your day." You say, then slip out the door as fast as you can. What the hell just happened? You get into your car. As you drive, your mind replays the feeling of Jack's careful calloused hands from years of worn work wrapping around your wrist. It felt good. Too good. You cannot believe you were letting yourself actually believe he wanted you almost as bad as... That's wrong to think, you have Isaiah, he's a great boyfriend, never done anything wrong, has always been so generous to you and to others.

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Back on campus, fewer students were filtering in and out of the dorms buildings than usual on a weekend, everyone was either working, studying, sleeping, or the fact the heat was unbearable didn't help. The air conditioning in this school sucked. Instead of going to your own dorm, you head for Isaiah's building, coincidentally right across from your own, and close to where you've parked. You take the elevator to the third floor, room 309 is Isaiah's and his roommate Mark's spot. Normally you don't have to knock, so you push open the knob because neither of them know anything about safety and locking the door. That's when it all falls into place.

Because in the room, obliviously getting too comfortable was Izzy and Isaiah. Having full blown sex, as if you didn't exist in either of their lives. Your mouth hung open for a second, the doorknob made a thud as it hit the wall behind it. The two jumped at the loud sound, Isaiah shot up, grabbing his boxers from his feet and yanking them up. Izzy brushed her messy hair back and covered herself with the deep blue-colored sheets. "What the fuck?" You finally spoke.

"Shit, babe, this is not–"

"Not what it looks like? Isaiah, I just saw. There's no excuse for this!" You say, suddenly filled with anger, but you can't find it in yourself who to beat the shit out of first. "Girl, I am so, so sorry!" Izzy tries to say, but you quickly cut her off.

"No, no, no. Neither of you get to talk right now. I am so mad I'm pretty positive I could murder the two of you and not blink an eye." They exchange uncomfortable looks and you don't care. Isaiah wasn't exactly known for being the most loyal man after you found out some information from Izzy, but now you know how she knew all that. She was the one he was cheating on his exes with! "How long has this been going on behind my back?"

Isaiah's lips are sealed, but Izzy breaks under the pressure of her own guilt and betraying her best friend. "We've been hooking up since we met." She says quickly and Isaiah shoots a glare at her, as if saying 'what the hell are you doing?'

"So, the whole time we've been together you've been sleeping with my best friend?"

"It's not like that, we were doing it even before I met you!" Isaiah says, as if that makes it any better.

"That doesn't matter! If I knew you had a thing for each other I would've never got into a relationship with you!" You say, your fist clenching at your side. It is taking so much patience and resolve not to burst out right now. If you stay calm, it'll be fine. Even though this whole situation is far from fine, and you feel like grabbing both of them by their hair and whacking their heads together. Maybe then they'll be close enough together. "Both of you are pathetic." You spat out before storming from the room, slamming the door behind you.

Izzy and Isaiah remained frozen inside of his dorm, even long after you're gone. One thing is clear now, they both fucked up, and you weren't one to let things go easily. Forgive and forget doesn't exist in your world, there's one thing in mind right now: to get back at both of them.

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It'd been a little over a week since catching Isaiah and Izzy together, you were still furious but refused to let them know how much it bothered you. You've avoided all contact with them, especially Izzy. She'd texted and called a bunch of times but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. You didn't have to, she knew you were with him and still chose to fuck around with him. You had no idea they'd been hooking up either, you knew Izzy said she was seeing someone, but you never suspected it'd be your own boyfriend. Still unsure of what your revenge would be, you almost contemplated letting it go. Almost.

Until the thought grazed your mind today when you received a call from a number you didn't recognize. Normally you would've ignored it and went on with your day, but you answered. "Hello?"

"Hey," that voice. "It's Jack," he clears his throat, "Jack Abbot, Izzy's dad." Why is he calling you?

"Oh, hi. How are you doing?" You want to be polite to him because he didn't do anything wrong. His stupid daughter did.

"I'm doing fine. I heard what happened with you, your boyfriend, and Izzy. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry, I thought I taught my kid better than that." His tone was sincere about it, like it was his fault his daughter couldn't keep her legs closed from another woman's man.

"You have no reason to apologize, Jack." You state softly, "You had nothing to do with this, Izzy has a mind of her own, and she made her bed, she can sleep in it. But thank you for being considerate."

"You're a good kid," He starts, "Better than me." You chuckled in response. "I think she feels horrible, but I just told her she shouldn't have done that to her best friend that she's known longer than some college punk."

"Agreed."

"Why don't I take you to lunch sometime?" He paused, sort of realizing what his offer sounded like, "Just to make up for it. I'm sure you've been pretty upset, and it's the least I can do for Izzy's actions."

"That would be really nice, thank you." Holy shit, did you just agree to that? A date- lunch with Izzy's dad. This was unfolding very oddly, but you were kind of liking the idea so far. No...you couldn't go that far.

Or could you?

"When are you free?" Jack asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon. Teachers are out for some meetings so I get the afternoon to myself."

"Perfect," you could've sworn you could hear his smile through the phone. "I'll pick you up at 11:45."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Take care of yourself for me."

"Have a good evening, Jack."

"You too, kid."

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You couldn't tell if you were nervous about lunch with Jack, or if you were actually excited. Part of you, (the nervous part), was anticipating this to go horribly wrong. Like it's some set up to let you and Izzy talk it out. The other 'excited' part was plotting and daydreaming. You've always found Jack very attractive, especially now in his older age as his hair grays out and he's a little more sassy than he was when you first met him.

After getting ready, you head to the elevator. It was almost 11:45, so, by the time you get to the parking lot– he should be there.

Jack was nervous himself, so he pulled into the parking lot near the dorms on campus and adjusted his shirt. He didn't want to look sloppy. Not that he cared, why would he? It's not like this was a date. Just two people having a nice lunch, no romantic feelings involved. Purely trying to move forward from a very rough situation.

You spotted his car easily, he got out as soon as he saw you. He was dressed rather nicely. Dark blue slacks and a black button-up. You picked out this simple sundress that's been sitting in your closet for a while. "Hey, you look nice." He says, trying to remain casual.

"Thanks, so do you." You reply. He thinks you look nice, stay calm, it's not a big deal.

Like the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you, closes it once you're inside. "Uh, seatbelt." He says, rubbing his arm after putting his own on. Shit, you forgot. He was very particular about that stuff. So, you click the seatbelt around yourself, and off the two of you go. Wherever Jack decided to take you for lunch.

It's a nice little place, a cafe mixed with a sandwich shop. "I hope this is okay with you." He says, you nod.

"Yeah, it's great."

You both sit down together, order drinks, then food. As you're waiting, Jack shifts in his seat across from you. "Are you doing alright despite everything?"

You shrug. "I guess I'm okay, obviously I'm upset but it is what it is."

"Well, I'm just glad you're not beating yourself up for it." His lips quirk a little. "You deserve so much better..."

"Yeah?" You ask, maybe a little more flirtatious than you meant.

Jack folds his arms in that way he does, where his forearms flex on top of each other, and his brows raise amusedly. "Yeah, sweetheart. You do."

Sweetheart. Now, you may not be the most educated on flirting but damn, that was smooth. He said sweetheart so flawlessly, that if you didn't have any control of your composure, you would've folded right there in front of him. You just offer a small smile.

He starts asking you other things outside of the elephant in the room, he doesn't want to linger on the subject for too long and bug you. The food was fantastic as well, it just added to the stress-free atmosphere Jack had given you today. He was so understanding, fun to joke around with, his humor was unexpected but great.

As the two of you wait for the check, (which of course, he said,) "I'll pay for it." you finally ask, "Does Izzy know you're with me?"

He ponders for a moment, nodding. "No." Simple.

"I think she's staying at that boy's dorm." Jack says quietly, 'that boy' is probably Isaiah. Of course.

"Good for them, I suppose." You say.

As you both get back into his car, he idles for a few minutes. "Would you like to come to the house?" Man, he's just going for it today.

You know what, "I'd like that."

Jack actually, really smiles now. The drive is quick and efficient. Izzy remains gone from the house. Jack lets you inside and the two of you continue chatting over some iced sweet tea. His stories of life, he had years on you but at least he was interesting unlike most older people. He's done a lot in his time on Earth. A combat medic, spent time in the Middle East, seen more than he wished he had to have. Some of the stuff was tragic, but considering he was in therapy now, he seemed to be handling everything a bit better.

You opened up to him about some of your struggles as well, like being unsure about your degree, some of the family problems that ran loose in your head every day. He listened. Unlike Isaiah, he heard you. Whereas Isaiah just nodded with the distant, "mhm."

Amidst your conversation, your phone buzzed. "Sorry." You tell him, and check it, a DM from Izzy on Instagram. You thought you blocked her, but you probably forgot. You open the message, and it's a photo with her and Isaiah captioned:

hope ur not too sad!

Where the hell was that coming from? You hadn't said anything to her or Isaiah, posted nothing. She was psycho.

"You okay?" Jack asks.

You show him your phone. He visibly cringes. "Jesus, that's my kid." He mumbles, embarrassed. You shrug it off, putting your phone on the table.

"Oh well, she'll get what's coming eventually... No offense."

"None taken, I didn't raise my daughter to be a man stealer."

You can't help but giggle. That giggle, man, it did things to Jack he couldn't even describe. It was so pure and sweet. He wanted to hear it again. He didn't realize how intensely he was watching you until you asked "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just really like your laugh."

"Mine?!" You can't help but let another out. "Why??"

"It's cute."

"Mmm, I don't think so."

"I do." He says, like it's a final answer.

There's a small silence, tension ties up tight. Without thinking much, Jack places his hand on your thigh. It's warm and big, you can feel the flush appear on your cheeks, and he sees it. Jack takes his chance. "You're so beautiful, Isaiah's such an idiot."

And he leans over, he doesn't kiss you, not yet. His eyes only scan your features up close, the dots of color in your eyes, your lashes, the dip between your nose and lips. His lips hover so close, you can feel the heat of his breath. Then his hand comes up, cups your jaw. "Please, let me kiss you." He says, breathlessly like he just ran a marathon. Let me kiss you. He's not asking may/can I? No, he wants you to give him that green light, he wanted this. So do you.

You nod.

His lips meet yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You weren't sure what you were expecting but damn, Jack Abbot could kiss. He wasn't shy, he knew what he wanted from this, he wanted to make you feel good. You can't help the moan that escapes you as his experienced lips move against yours and his tongue gently slips into your mouth, flooding a pool of warmth in your gut. Jack kisses like a dying man trying to get air back into his lungs. "You're so beautiful." He mumbles against your lips.

"Thank you."

"Seriously," He wants to talk but he cannot peel his lips away for the life of him. "I love my daughter but you're so perfect. You're always so kind." He says, his lips hover again. "Sweetheart."

"Yes, Jack?"

"C'mere."

You move closer to his side of the couch, he tugs you even closer. He rests his hands on your waist and looks you up and down on his lap. He licks his lip. Fuck you're so gorgeous to him, he never noticed just how pretty you are, yes, you were a cute teenager but you've really matured. You're a woman now.

His hand slid up your sides, bunching your dress slightly. His thick fingers gently dig into the fabric and lightly into your skin. He shifts his thigh between your legs, testing the waters. You perk up, a little caught off guard but not entirely opposed. "Jack..."

"Move against me, pretty girl."

You blink, but then it registers: he wants you to hump him.

"Please, sweetheart."

Never took him as the begging type, to each their own.

You gently move your hips against his upper thigh, and with the way he hiked the skirt of your dress up, it's full contact of your panties and his slacks, and your heat. Jack bites his lip slightly, watching your face contort as you hump his thigh. The sight was just perfect, so perfect. He'd lift his thigh a little, making you whine. "That's it, baby."

God, why'd he have to say it like that?! You felt so pathetic in front of him like this, eyes gone glossy, cheeks tinted, and he kissed you again until your lips swell. "Here."

Jack gently stops you, moving you back enough to push his slacks to his mid-thighs. You watch intently, his boxers are tented with anticipation and need. "Sit." You move and press your panty-covered pussy against his hard-on. "Oh, fuck, babygirl." He mutters, his eyes roll back, so does his head once you start humping again. The two of you share moans, and at one point you could've sworn you heard Jack whimper– and it was so sexy for an old man.

Despite the fabrics between, you both got creative with it. Jack tried to push his tip at your entrance, through his boxers. Failing slightly, but he tried. Then his head got oozy, his stomach knotted, his lower regions tensed up and he dug his fingers into your rear. "Fuck, I'm..."

You knew, he didn't have to say it because you knew. So, you rubbed yourself hard against him and he moaned, a deep and needy moan. Very breathy. Then you felt it, he came in his boxers. Didn't mean to, could've held it in any other time, but with you he couldn't. He could cum in his pants if you looked at him a certain way.

"Baby." He whispers and slides his fingers under your wet panties, they explore curiously, his index circles your clit, while his opposite hand's thumb traces your entrance. "All wet for me." He murmurs. then pops his finger in your wetness, gently curling it and pumping it inside of you. He caused endless moans from you, he was in heaven. His finger slowed, then pushed in the second, making you squeal. Repeated pumping.

"Jack- holy fuck."

He watches your expressions, starts rubbing your nub again, quicker. "Make a mess on me, sweet girl`." You were unsure, but not him. He was practically begging for it. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers.

Then you almost screamed his name, but you froze and shuddered in pleasure with whines; you squirt all over his lap. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You try not to laugh but it comes out anyway, the mess you've made is a bit embarrassing. Jack smiles though, he kisses your cheek.

"Don't apologize, that was so beautiful to watch." He whispers, his lips pepper your neck, his stubble gently scratching your skin.

For a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. All that thrived was your body against Jack's, his chest rising and falling. You lay your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you, one of his hands cups the side of your head, rubbing your scalp.

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Later, you found yourself staying with Jack. He insisted you stayed over, he honestly didn't want to be without you ever again. He knew Izzy would be furious but who cares? He can have his own love life too.

So, the revenge exactly?

You didn't have to do much. Jack took it into his own hands, "Take a picture with me, baby."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

He pulls you against him, tucking his arm around you, he messes around with his phone, finally getting to the camera and taking a photo. You lay against him, watching as he sends the photo to someone.

Specifically his daughter.

Behave yourself kid, remember your actions have consequences ;)

Dad wth?!?!?

You can't help but giggle, "That was harsh."

"You said she'd get what's coming. I hope she doesn't mind you being around more than usual."

"Oh... Jack."

"Don't say my name like that. Now come here, I want to see you ride me next."

DIVIDERS BY: @anitalenia & @bbyg4rlhelps

You approached him and sigh, crossing your arms. Luigi looks over and down, seeing you. He does that smile he always does. Why does he have to be so handsome? Especially now, dressed like this, a sexy beast. "Luigi." You say, his head perks up and he turns to look at you. "There's my pretty fairy." He says.

"Winx, Lu, I'm a Winx."

"Same thing right?"

"No." You respond as he pulls you close to himself. Now that you were up close you could see so many details. Like the shirt straining against his bicep because he had the sleeves rolled up, his arm veins, skin dusted with brown and black eyeshadow you're 99% sure he stole from you. Made him look rough and dirty. Really attractive. Ugh, those gloves. There was just something about this, Luigi outdid himself. "Are we going to address the fact you switched up on costumes last minute?" You state firmly.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, baby. I thought I'd surprise you. Plus, it looks good doesn't it?" He winks. God he's doing it on purpose now, he knows you find this attractive. "Mhm." You say quietly, listening as his friend rambles. He smiles, biting his licorice and offering you a piece. You deny. His hand rests on the small of your back, careful not to mess up your wings. Gently, it moves to squeeze your side and once his friend walks away he turns to you. "Are you mad?" He questions.

"No, just surprised. You look...Good."

"See? I told you."

Now the stir caught up in your stomach, you had to force yourself to swallow what you wanted to say—what you wanted to do—you stared at him. "Something wrong?" You shook your head, "No, just thinking."

"About me?" He teases, touching your hair. "You look so beautiful." He says. He always said that. But tonight it felt different hearing it come from him—dressed like that. You hug his side, and majorly for the rest of the night, you two spend time together. Chatting with friends, playing stupid games, and downing a few drinks. It was hot watching him play pool, his arms flexing under his clothes and the way he leaned over the table to angle his cue...It was ridiculous how good he looked. Honestly, you couldn't get enough. Neither could he.

He loved how you looked in your outfit, glimmery and gorgeous. He just wanted to hold you all night, he fell back onto one of the empty couches on the back patio—one spot where a lot of people really weren't at.

He sighed loudly, you watched him from the doorway. The euphoria of the night still lingering in your minds and veins—mixed with alcohol and shitty snacks. Luigi laid his head back on the cushion and mumbles under his breath, trying to get comfortable with his costume on. You both weren't the type to go to hardcore parties like this, but it's nice to let loose.

"I'm gonna go dance with the girls," You tell him softly. He nods, putting his hands on the back of his head, taking a rest. "Okay, my love. Have fun, I'll come back inside in a bit."

"Okay!" You say, all chirpy from the excessive drinking of crummy BudLights.

Luigi watched you turn and go back inside, that skirt should've been illegal. It took everything in him to stay sane as you walked off. If he tilted his head right he could see your ass' outline and your lace panties clung to the skin.

The lights were blinding, rotation of colors and loud music that were overplayed at parties, especially Halloween ones. He felt his pants tighten, he shifted as people came out. Then I finally stood up to go inside. He watched you dancing from afar, you looked so beautiful. The lights making your skin glow from that shimmery body highlight you used. Your wings almost fluttered behind you as if they were real, maybe it was the liquor talking, but he was fucking horny.

You two had never had sex. Nor even really saw a point in it this early in your relationship. You wanted to take things easy, quite frankly, the two of you past relationships were nothing to be proud of. He turns and pushes by people, he shimmies into the bathroom, shutting and locking it behind him. He huffs and unzips his pants enough to get himself out of his boxers and he's gone.

His mind was so fogged with the thought of you in your pretty pink on green outfit. Luigi was in love with you and he didn't know how to admit that to you. His strokes were slow and deliberate, almost imagining it was you. Your perfect hand wrapped around his cock with a new manicure. Showing him how much you love him. He almost cums at the idea of having you like that. "God, fuck." He grumbles, stroking a little quicker. He keeps his panting, his groans down to a minimum—not that anyone could hear him over the blaring music. His jaw clenches, he squeezes his shaft—eyes rolled back—mouth hung open.

Meanwhile, you were living your life. Swaying as you downed the rest of your drink and made your way back to the outside patio in search of Luigi. Nowhere to be found. You tilt your head. "Lu?"

Nothing.

He must've gone inside. You assume, so you made your way to the snack table and snagged a bag of chips. Looking around for your Ghost. Your brows are furrowed, lips pursed and try not to assume every guy in black is your Luigi. It was astonishing how much he dressed in those clothes turned you on.

And Luigi hunched over, one hand grasping the counter while he stroked himself through his orgasm. Mind still on you as he stumbled back and leaned his head on the wall. One thing was clear—well, two actually: his dick was still hard and he needed to fuck you. Casually, he cleaned himself up and stuffed himself in his pants, zipping them up. He sighs and leaves the bathroom. Then he sees you, wandering about, looking for him. "Lui!" You call.

He smiles awkwardly beneath the balaclava, "Hey baby, sorry I had to use the bathroom." His eyes looked watery. You grin, "Yeah the charcuterie board didn't agree with me either." He laughs and touches you gently, not trying to be too obvious. You smile and lean into his side, following him back outside where the two of you sit and talk for a bit. He lays back and you cuddle against him. Listening to the hustles, the rumble of bass, you exhale. Luigi's hand rubs your side subconsciously. His eyes move down on you and he has to swallow. Almost choking on his saliva. "Babe?" He whispers.

"Yes?"

"I want you." He blurts.

"You want me?" You ask, a bit confused.

"Desperately."

With that thought in mind, maybe the intoxication too. You lift a leg over his lap and as soon as you seat yourself you can feel his erection underneath you. You lean down and kiss him, softly moving your mouth with his. He moans softly. Dirty, liquor tasting kisses turn heated for the moment. His hands come to your head, gently grasping your strands of hair and running his fingers through them. "Oh, my beauty." He murmurs, then, without another word he hoists you up, your legs dangled over his hips and he carries you inside, pushing people out of the way until he finds the bathroom again. He sits you on the countertop, pressing a simple kiss to your cheek as he yanks his balaclava off, tossing it, alongside his gloves onto the opposite end of the counter.

His eyeshadow was visibly messed up from possible sweating, his cheeks still flushed. He mumbles to himself and looks at you. "Is this okay?" Even when drunk, he worried for your comfort.

"Yes, sweetie."

He nods, then gently unclasps your wings, along with your corset top. Allowing your breasts to spill forward. He almost moans. "My..." He shakes his head and you lift your hips, helping him get your skirt down and he stares at your pastel pink-colored panties. He breathes in before pulling them down with care and unzips his pants. Taking off the utility belt, landing with a soft clunk beside his other costume accessories and your own. Lastly, his shirt. Luigi was a bulky guy, his shoulder span was big, his muscles flexed as he leaned in to kiss you roughly again.

He moves his hips in alignment with your before very gently pushing his tip in you, making you both elicit moans. Luigi holds you tight while you grasp his shoulders, until he pushes in, and you're bottomed out. He grunts, pulling out, pushing in. Again, and again. Something was so tender, so perfect, even if it was in a bathroom at some random person's home. Luigi's thrust was careful but amazing. He made sure you were a noisy mess, he cupped your face as his hips rocked, his other hand grasping your ass. "Fuck, baby." He moans in your ear, leaning towards it and softly kissing behind it. His hip got sloppy, but it still felt amazing. Luigi grunted as he felt your walls cling to his dick like a lifeline.

"Lu, you're—I'm gonna—"

"I know baby, I can feel it. It's wonderful." He sucks on your neck, creating a mark that everyone would see when you left the bathroom. His hips angled, he bites your skin, you grasp his curls. Then you let out a gasp, Luigi's face softens, his eyes squeeze shut as the two of you get lost in a joint orgasm. "Fucking, fuck.." He holds himself still, inside you, not budging, he watches you writhe under him. You smile at the feels and reach over to pick up something from the counter.

"Jesus, baby I didn't mean to cum inside you."

"It's okay." You reassure him. You hand him his balaclava. "What's this for?" He laughs.

"I want you to put it on."

"And?"

"And fuck me with it on."

"Challenge accepted."

You weren’t surprised that Clark wanted to live elsewhere. Somewhere where he could blend in, be normal, and exist without fear of destroying his hometown half the time. You weren't fully sure why he wanted to go out that far but you weren't going to step on his dreams. When Clark moved it was a deep, embarrassing struggle. Even though you were a counselor—sometimes you felt like you needed counseling. You hadn't budged from Smallville, Metropolis was intimidating.

Phone calls—they were nightly, then they were weekly. Now, you were lucky if you even got a lousy text. When you eventually did move to Metropolis, even then you never saw Clark much. Considering you now lived two different lives, it was understandable, but he never responded to texts. Then came Superman, and you knew it was him.

There was one singular night he came, perched on the balcony like a lone dove. He smiled when you opened the door and the hug didn't last long enough for your likings. "I'm sorry I haven't come around."

"It's okay, Clark." You return a smile.

He told you everything, although, it seemed like now you were the last to know about everything. The Daily Planet, how he finally scored his front-page article. He made a few good friends there and superhero ones—apparently. There was someone though. A woman who made him blush. Someone else who made him smile bigger than you ever could. She made him stumble over words without being present, fidget with his fingers—random things he never did before. "H=her name is Lois. Lois Lane." He grins at the floor, picking at his thumb. His eyes lit up at his own voice speaking that name like it was scripture.

It never lit up like that at the bus stop.

"Oh, Clark. You big baby." You laugh and tease him, causing him to gush more. The moment drug out for so long. He couldn't stop talking about Lois.

"I'm not sure how to explain it. She makes me feel…normal, almost."

Normal? She made him feel normal. As if you hadn't spent your entire childhood helping him to feel that way when he purely hated himself for not being like other kids. You swallow a glass of shards, that's what it felt like. You force yourself to nod, "That's good, Clark. It's what you deserve." A fake smile plasters over your lips despite the fact your world was falling apart.

When he finally left, he was too full of joy to notice your trembling hands, your shaky breaths or how you hugged him extra tight like it was the last time you'd see him. "I just want you to be happy. So, be happy, Clark." You said softly. He reflects a tender, friendly smile. He didn't have to respond.

He knew you meant it.

The entire time you sat in your room that night, you reflected on this woman. Lois Lane. Why was she so special? Why did Clark like her? Why not you? After all these years, you knew Clark better than anyone. You knew his heart, he knew your soul.

Oh, she was beautiful though. With perfectly fallen, black hair and a smile that entranced everyone. Confidence a girl would envy, and the journalism skills of a genius. She was incredible, you couldn’t muster up the courage to find hate for her. She was just that good. You saw how Clark spoke about her.

It wasn't long before Clark told you:

"I love her."

His words almost broke you, but you tilted your head. It wasn't a surprise, it was obvious. Heartbreakingly so. You knew before he did, you were sure. Maybe it was worse hearing it actually come from him. Despite the wrenching gut feeling, you placed a hand on his shoulder and teased him, "I know."

The days turned into weeks, it didn't sit right with you that after all you've done for, and been with Clark, he'd just found comfort in someone else. Lois knew his secrets now. Lois' arms were the ones he'd end up in when he was hurt or scared. All of his doubts and worries would be reassured by her voice. Maybe it was jealousy, but regardless, that was supposed to be you. Your entire life you spent waiting, for a hint he liked you back. When you were younger, it was easy to depict but now? No.

You stopped calling, stopped responding.

It probably was the wrong thing to do, but you couldn't think of anything better—because clearly, he didn't need you as much as he did.

But guilt twisted around Clark like a thorny vine, and he panicked after he realized he was losing you. That you were distancing. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He'd say, his face like an injured puppy's as he stood sheepishly outside your apartment door. You sighed, shaking your head with a somehow genuine smile. You couldn't let him think for a second he'd ever hurt you. Even though, in a way, he ultimately did. Not that he meant to. He didn't fall in love intentionally.

"It's okay Clark. You didn't. I just… I guess I need space."

He may have nodded that night, but something always chewed at his heart. He'd drop off notes, leave a goodie bag or two on your balcony under your table—your favorite flower on very rare occasions. He couldn't lose the one person who had brought him down to Earth so many times. That was losing himself.

One night, there was a gathering. You weren't even sure what it was for but you attended anyway. Huddled bodies, chatter that filtered through your ears, echoing behind the fancy music. You took a drink, then looked over. There he was. Clark's eyes met yours softly and as soon as your eyes met, they broke contact. There was a hint though; something that could've been. Something that should've been. For a second, your heart had that light feeling, because maybe, just maybe…

That hope was cut loose, as Lois called Clark's name. He walked away. Because he had already chosen. And it wasn't you.

All the time you spent together growing up in Kansas was nothing more than character development. You weren't always, but now you're just another person in his life.

You'll always love Clark.

The boy from Smallville, the nerdy guy who was always trying his best to help everyone else and be a good person. You wanted to be as good to him as he was to you.

"I'm happy for you, Clark."

Your words were spoken, as he sat across from you, explaining how he'd finally tie the knot with Lois. Soon.

"I'm happy for both of you." You say, forcing the crack out of your voice as you say the words to the man who was supposed to be your forever.

Now, forever fated to be the other woman.

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· brings you back random trinkets from freddy's cause he knows you loved it as a kid

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· never really understood the concept of "true love" until he met you

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· will never let anyone see him cry, but you bring out his emotions 🥹

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· gets nervous when you guys argue, because he's scared he'll lose you too

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· isn't used to being called cute or handsome

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· never talks about his family (you're never allowed to meet them either)

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· is lowkey passive agressive but doesn't realize it most of the time

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· can't recognize his own potential, so you encourage him to try new things

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· is incredibly protective of you

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· gets really jealous if other people are checking you out or flirt with you (he will make it a point to make sure everyone knows he's your boyfriend and you're his s/o)

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· doesn't do much intimacy, but when you do cuddle against him he'll drape his arm around you

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· never wants kids but the idea of a family with you is disgustingly endearing

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· can't stand the idea of you with anyone else.

NSFW (mdni)

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· whimpers.

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· is lowkey a bottom but that's not up for discussion (he "lets you" get on top)

⋆˙⟡˚̩̩̥· takes YOUR clothes off

You knew Luigi had a good job — he made good money, but that was far from what interested you. Even though he was a few years older than you, he had a daughter as well, from a previous relationship, the man was an open book. The little girl adored you, obviously still too young to understand the concept of "my mom and dad aren't together, and my dad is with another woman." He handled it with delicacy, his ex wasn't the best relationship-wise, but they got along for Giana's sake. She was almost four-years-old. The cutest thing, tight, dark curls like Luigi's and sparkly green eyes. Her personality was a mixture of sassiness but also purity, she was well-behaved but never not playful. Luigi and his ex-girlfriend gave her plenty of freedom to exist as a child, but always made sure she stayed in check.

She was always excited when she came over and you were at Luigi's house. It was a bit disheartening that she saw you more as an older sister most times, but she's a toddler, and the situation was complex. She didn't know better.

Luigi wasn't afraid to admit that he was madly in love with you. Even if it upset his family that he wasn't married to the woman he had a kid with, it was a bit controversial that he was even in another relationship much less with someone in their mid-twenties while he was pushing mid-thirties now. That was both yours and his greatest strength as a couple, even when everyone else didn't understand it, or were against it; you held hands and pushed through.

With your address carefully memorized, Luigi pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot, cruising carefully through evening traffic to get you home. He knew prior to your relationship you spent countless hours working your ass off to afford your own house in this shit economy. It never once intimidated him that his younger girlfriend owned an actual home before he did. It wasn't he couldn't afford to buy a house, it was the comfortability of his apartment. Gia was raised in the place from the day she came home from the hospital. Not only was she attached to the home, he was attached to the memories like a big, sad ol' slump. His little girl's bedroom where she took her first steps, the bathtub where she blabbed "Dada" for the first time and Luigi got to rub it into his ex's face that Gia had to love him more.

It was sweet.

The soft hum of the car filled the silent air while you sat, waiting at a stop light. Luigi glanced at you and smiled, you were just so beautiful. "What is it?" Your cheeks flush once you notice his long stare. "Nothing, I'm just admiring how gorgeous you are right now."

"Oh... shush." You chuckled, he hums. Reaching to the steering wheel as the light turned green, and pushing a few buttons. You watched him carefully as he did something then the car moved along on its own. His hands moved over towards you, and not too sure about the car driving itself you forfeit. "Um, hands? Wheel?" You choked out. Luigi laughs, really hard. "Baby, relax. It self-drives."

"Fancy. Is that ethical? More importantly, is that safe?" You say with a raised brow. He shakes his head in amusement. "It's fine honey, I promise." His reassurance isn't too convincing, considering this is the first time you've seen a self-driving car in action. You knew they existed but gosh, it's nerve-wracking to be in the vehicle not knowing whether or not it'll stop at the right time.

His hand interlocks with yours for a moment, before it slides down to graciously squeeze your thigh. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful this sparkly, blue dress looked on you. "You know I'm so proud of you for getting your dream house, right?" He says sweetly. His palm is warm and touch tender, "Thank you, Lu." You reply, "I'm really happy about it. Would you be able to stick around to get the grand house tour?" You smile.

"Absolutely. Cass is back in town from her work trip so Gia is staying with her tonight." He says, his eyes still lingering on you like he's in a trance. The car is still moving down the streets. "Sweet!" You smile, Luigi's body shifts back up in his seat, returning to the wheel, but his right hand stays stuck on your thigh as if it was glued. A few minutes later, he's pulling into the driveway. Obviously, it was not a five-story mansion, or something a millionaire had in a movie, but for your age it was damn impressive. Simple, vintage-looking, exactly the cozy look you always wanted. Luigi killed the engine and got out. He came around and opened your door for you, taking your hand, you slowly slid your arm around his. You walked along the sidewalk to the small black gate, and pushed it open.

"And you called my car fancy." He pops off, following you up the path to the steps. You crack a grin as you take out the front door keys from your purse. "This place looks like something from an old rom-com." He murmurs, respectfully waiting as you unlock the door. "Thank you, that's what I was going for." You reply.

Once inside, Luigi looks around, intrigued. The interior was even prettier than the exterior. "Sorry, I'm still refurbishing the furniture, I had to get the floors redone." You state casually, Luigi's brows raise. "You realize this is super impressive right?" He says, following you from the doorway into the living room. You shrug, "I know, but thank you." He nods, appreciating the way you didn't have a basic home like others do now. White, gray, boring and neutral to him. Yours however had color and dimension, the shiny, wooden floors matched the soft green walls. Not a bold color. A warm, sage, almost naturistic green.

Despite being this hardcore, business guy living in the city — he was very in tune with Earth. The beach, hikes, mountains, plain greens — he loved it. He also wouldn't tell you this, but your obsession with plants all over the place was something he loved. At least he knew you got fresh air from a reliable source. It was like a cozy cottage, unlike his own home which was currently in the state of destroyed-by-Giana.

As you guide him around the home, showing him little things you personally added on, the rooms, your dream kitchen is finally intact. Luigi just admired every square inch you showed to him. At last, the master bedroom. Your personal little kingdom. Decorated to your likings, a big comfy bed, a nice closet and it was clean. Organized. Just the way you liked it. Luigi could only dream of his home being this spotless. Considering you just renovated too. It was insane how much work you'd put into this. "It's gorgeous, baby." He smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you." He says, bringing you in closely.

"Thank you." You murmur against his chest as he holds you. The two of you, savoring the moment of silence and appreciation for the other. "I suppose I should head home... Let you get comfortable and rest for the night, my dear." He never asked to stay longer than he felt he should, never imposed, never asked for more than was necessary. He cups your jaw in his large hand and presses a soft kiss against your lips. "Will you be okay for the night, my beauty?"

"You said Gia's staying with her mom, right?" You asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Well, why not stay the night? With me?" You suggest, his cheeks turn red and he seems to have perked up. "Really? Are you sure? Bellisma, I don't want to—"

"Hush, Lu." You chuckled. "It's fine. Tonight, you're my guest. I am your hot tour guide who happened to already give said tour." His lip up-turn and he grins. "Yeah." He brings you impossibly closer, and adjusts the strap of your dress; hooking it properly over your shoulder. "You're so pretty." He says running his fingers through your hair. Admiring every detail of you in front of him right now. "You're sure you're okay with me staying?"

"Absolutely."

"Nice..." He chuckles and thinks back to your other statement. "Not the full house tour though."

"What do you mean?" Your eyebrow raises, you're confused because you've literally shown the man every nook and cranny of the home. Luigi leans down closer to your ear, before he huskily whispers: "You haven't given this house tour yet." His breath is hot on your neck and his hands suggestively roam down your sides. Finally, it clicks what he means and you blush. "Oh my gosh, Lu." You gush.

"Are you in the mood? God, that was bad." He huffs, "I don't want to get all, y'know, sensual on you if you don't want me to." You smirk and tug him down by his tie a bit. "Luigi, when it comes to you, I am always in the mood." He responds with his lips crushing against yours in a filthy manner, his hands at your waist, hiking you up so your legs wrap around his waist as your lips lock together, senselessly. You undo his tie, while his hands are consumed with massaging your ass through the fabric of your dress. "We've been putting this off too long." He says darkly, gently laying you on the edge of your bed.

It was true. You'd been together a while now, and had sex once every... Very not-so-often. Not that it was a need for the two of you, but you sure as hell did appreciate the intimate moments like that with Lu. He was amazing. He seemed to always have Giana, and neither of you would ever think about doing that under the same roof.

Luigi reached under you and slowly pulled the zipper of your dress down, but before he removed the fabric, he knelt down and kissed along your bare legs. Peppering his lips all the way to your ankles and removing your heels with care. He hums and kisses your feet before standing up once again. "May I?" He questions, slowly tugging the straps of your dress. You nod eagerly. Soon the fabric was a memory on your body, now you were exposed. Almost. He was taken in by your cute panties and he immediately leans down to kiss your lower tummy. "My beautiful girl, I can't believe you're real." He exhales slowly, taking in every inch of your body like it's a marble statue molded by angels.

His hands take a hold of your sides, just below your ribcage and squeeze. Watching the way your chest rises and falls with every breath you take, he's entranced by you. "Lui," you gasp as he presses his palm between your legs, just against your heat. Enough to make you squirm. "Yes? Are you okay?" He murmurs.

Yes. I'm so okay. You thought, mind running a million miles per hour. Your eyes meet for a second; tenderness, and a lick of lust. Luigi undoes his tux and tosses the jacket onto your bedroom floor. The buttons of the dress shirt strained against his broad chest when he leaned down, face-to-face with you. It was so sexy. He was so big, his back was about the size of your mini-desk downstairs in your office. Even that was pretty big. Your hands come up to hold onto his arms, his biceps flexing under the tight fabric. His lips meet yours in a destined, desperate desire to keep you hooked on him. His tongue poked between your lips and ran over your own.

A moan escaped you, and he loved it. He shifted carefully, reaching down to undo the stylistic belt he paired with his tuxedo, the jingle was enough to cause goosebumps up your arms. He had to stand up initially, his pants pooling at his ankles as he popped off his dress shoes and moved back onto the bed. His boxer shorts very obviously bulged with his excitement. He doesn't get to do this often, so when he does. He's sure to go all out, just to keep you both fed for a while.

He leans back down, his body in between your legs, you can feel his boner rubbing against you. You only tensed so much. His hazel eyes peered into yours, like orbs of reassurance. "I love you." He tells you this every time you do it, just before he starts, "I'm so lucky I get to have you." He murmurs, kissing your collarbones. Very lightly sucking on them, creating faint markings. "I'm so thankful..." He trails off, admiring your body, like it's a temple, and he's the first to explore. Technically, he was at one point. It's as if he's unsure where to start. Sometimes he likes to work his way down, sometimes he dives right in... Tonight though, he's not sure.

"Where do you want me?" He asks sheepishly. He's so overwhelmed with joy that he gets to have sex, for the first time in a few months. He's been so busy with work, Gia, keeping up with whatever Cass is needing… You shrug, "I want you everywhere, honestly." The two of you share a chuckle, he presses his forehead to yours, noses nudging together. "Okay, baby."

With that, Luigi runs his hands over your chest. His palms completely covered your breasts as he began to knead them, lightly pinching your nipples just to make you twitch. He grumbled something to himself before latching his mouth to your tit and suckling it for a good minute before switching to the other. Your fingers tangle into his curls, rubbing through his scalp, he was quite noisy about it too. "So, perfect." He says, almost in a drunk tone. Then his mouth is back on your boobs. You can feel his watch scratching your stomach as his hand goes down to your panties, snaking underneath them — then he presses his middle fingertip to your clit, making you squeak out a whine.

"Mmh," he hums against your breast, rotating his finger in slow circles. "So, so wet." He sounds out of it. Like he's high. Maybe all the wine was kicking in. His finger kept swooping in circles on your nub, torturously. Then he would rub vertically, making your nose crinkle as you moaned. When he was finally ready for it, he kissed down your abdomen, his face buried between your thighs; not yet removing your panties. He nudges his nose on your already-sensitive clit, and blows a soft raspberry against your core. You jump at the feeling, he's never done that before. You didn't exactly hate it though. "Fuck..." At this point, you don't question him, he's in his own world. His fingers hook around your underwear and yank them off, within seconds he's mouthing your pussy, as if he hadn't just eaten a big dinner. He went to town devouring you, like your pussy was all that was left for a starving man to eat in this world. He was growling, making so many noises while sucking and pushing his tongue into your achy hole. You were taking it.

Overwhelmed with the pleasures, something you hadn't felt in a minute. You were almost as noisy as Lu was down there. Part of you already felt the urge to cum, but you weren't sure if you had to yet. You wanted to hold out for him. "Cara mia," he whispers, still licking at you. "I know you're gonna cum." His words make you blush.

"Do it." He says, breathing deeply. His hot pants of breath make you tingle, it's something so delicate yet so embracing. His hands wrapped around your thighs tightly, securing you right against his mouth—lapping like his life depending on this moment, right here, right now, eating you out. With his encouragement, you just let go. You're not gonna hold back when he's doing it this well. The wave of pleasure hits you, and despite trying to arch up, he tugs you down, drinking forth from the fountain of you. He's so hooked, so in love, so—horny.

"God, that's it." He murmurs, by now he can't handle one more second of not being seven-inches inside of you. That was next on his agenda. He moves up, enough to get his briefs off and focuses entirely. You watched him, slowly stroke himself, gasping when he slides his tip against your slit. Teasing at your clit, which was still throbbing. "Oh, Lu." You moaned, he angles himself right, then he pushes into you. One slow, aching inch at a time. "Pussy's so perfect, mi amore." His words aren't clear, he's just been mumbling filthiness since he got you up here. You wrap your legs around him, which almost makes him lightheaded. Gosh, he loved when you did that. Your arms grasping his shoulders as he thrusted forward into you, your legs straining to stay wrapped around his waist because you're so sensitive. "You're so good, aren't you?"

Mid-fuck he reaches his hand down to rub at your clit again, only making you more desperate. He gritted his teeth at your nails clawing down his back when he started thrusting more firmly. His eyes fogged with lust, staring into yours—he grunts, rough, deep. His frame above your own was ironic, he's huge. That only adds on to the sensations, to the atmosphere, and the need. Your big, sexy man. "Takin' me so well, huh? Good girl..." He coos into your ear like sinful testimonials. "Pretty, pretty, pretty..." He just trails off, watching himself slide in and out of you. It's so intriguing to him. He loved seeing his pretty girl envelop him again and again.

"Baby," he says quietly. Now hunched over your body, his face buried in your shoulder, kissing at the dip of your neck. "I'm gonna cum.." How he switches from so dominant to submissive like that makes you weak. His voice cracks as he asks, "Please, may I cum inside you..?"

"You sure you're ready for another kid if you get me pregnant?" You giggle. Luigi groans, still thrusting. "I would love to have kids with you... Please.."

"Oh, fine, you big baby." You pick his back softly, and not even a good five-seconds later he spills into you. Releasing every ounce of pent up desires he has bottled up from the last time the two of you had sex. "Let me," he gasps, still thrusting, sloppily, his hands trembling under him as he tries to push himself up to continue fucking you. "I'm gonna make you cum again, bellisima..."

He takes a minute to collect himself, in which he continues thrusting, a bit harder than before surprisingly. He manages to get you clenching to his member, milking whatever leftovers were still coursing through him. "Mmmh, fuck Lu, don't stop." He smiles a little and leans down to kiss your mouth.

Maybe a few minutes later, he has you squirming, begging for release. He just teases you and pulls out to keep you on edge. Finally, though, he lets you. Once you reached the top, you didn't want to come down—ever again. He was fascinated, always adored how you moaned so loud for him. Calling his name, prayers that this would never end.

"That was so amazing." He whispers, gazing at you. "Baby..." He hums, kissing your cheek. "Let me clean you up." He insists, standing up slowly to walk to the master bathroom and grab a small washcloth. He wets a side of it and returns to the bed, gently wiping your inner thighs and your slit. It makes you tense a bit, but he's gentle about it. He kisses your tummy, and smiles lovingly, "You're such a dream." He says as he dries your skin. Without you asking, he tucks you in, helping you to get comfortable. "Do you need anything? Water?" You chuckle at his determination to make you feel cozy, "No, thank you baby."

"Are you sure? Let me get you some water." He insists, you don't exactly reject it. He pulled on his briefs and disappeared for a bit—returning with a cool bottle of water for you. He hands it to you, he opened it already to save you the extra step. "Anything else, my love?"

"No, Lu. Thank you." You nod.

He shimmies under the covers and snuggles you when you lay back. Instinctively, you roll into his chest, his big arm coming up around you to secure your body against his. He kisses your forehead. You let out a sigh, and curl up into his warmth. "Thank you baby, I love you." He murmured.

"I love you too, Luigi."

The night is yours to remember, peace, silence. Only his chest rising and falling, the gentle sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear fills the quietness of the room.