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@luigisptosis this is right up your alley 🥰💚

Something Worth Waiting For: daddy kink edition

So, I was curious how this fic would sound with a daddy kink because of the soft dom vibes, and I think you guys might enjoy. Same exact story — if you’ve read the previous version, scroll down a little bit to get to the Daddy part

summary: you lose your virginity to your older boyfriend luigi. my second collab with @luigisbambinaaa ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

cw: softdom!luigi, daddy kink, spanking, edging, fluff, oral sex, p in v sex

You’re sitting across Luigi’s lap, wearing one of his tees, your legs lying across his thighs, and your cheek pressed to his chest. Across from your dorm room bed, your laptop sits on the desk, playing Love Island. You begged Luigi to watch the latest episode with you and to your delight, he agreed. The bright light of your laptop shines out against your dark room, illuminated only by a string of lights hanging on the wall.

“You’re the best for watching this with me,” you sigh, cuddling closer to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his chest.

Luigi’s laugh makes his chest vibrate against your ear. “Next time we’re watching The Exorcist.”

You whip your head up to face him.

He chuckles at the look of horror on your face. “What?”

“I hate you.” You smack his chest lightly.

“Nah, you love me.”

You shake your head with a sigh. But he’s right. You would do just about anything he asked you to.

~~~

Some days it still doesn’t feel real that you’re Luigi’s girlfriend.

You met three months ago. Or rather, that was the first time he talked to you. You had seen him a few times walking around campus, the tall, beautiful junior with curly hair.

It was a Monday night in September of your freshman year when he came up to you in the library. You were cramming for your calculus quiz, trying to hold off your panic as you slowly realized with every new problem you attempted that you had not studied enough.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and the clank of metal against the desk you sat at. The next thing you registered was coffee spreading rapidly across your notebook and a metal thermos rolling across the table.

“Hey!” you cried, snatching your laptop up before the coffee could reach it.

You glared down at the figure on the floor. But as he stood up and stared at you with a mixture of horror and embarrassment, your anger was replaced with something else.

You recognized Luigi; it was hard not to miss anyone that attractive. But up close, he was the most handsome boy you’d ever seen. Tall, muscular, with brown eyes you could drown in and dark curls splayed in disarray over his forehead.

“Sorry!” he gasped. “I was looking behind me!”

“It’s— um—ok,” you stuttered.

“No it’s not, I’m so sorry, oh my god,” he insisted.

“Oh hey, are you studying calculus?” he asked, squinting down at the cover of your notebook where “Calc I” could just barely be made out underneath the coffee stain spreading across the dark blue cardboard.

“Yea,” you replied.

“I used to tutor Calc I!” he said. “Let me help you. It’s the least I can do.”

You tried to protest, but he was insistent that he owed you one after spilling his coffee on your things. And how were you supposed to resist that irresistible smile and big brown eyes?

So he sat down next to you and you spent the next two hours together while he patiently explained derivatives. It was hard to ignore the tingles that ran through you whenever his hand brushed yours as he corrected your calculations, or how fast your cheeks heated up when you saw his forearms flex.

Before you knew it, the sky outside the windows was dark and you were the only two people left on the floor.

“I better head home,” you said, “but thank you so much, Luigi. This was really helpful.”

Were you imagining the look of disappointment that flashed across his face?

Luigi gave you a wide smile. “No problem. It was my pleasure. I’m so sorry about the coffee.”

You closed your laptop and started to gather your things when he cleared his throat.

“Uh, are you usually here on Monday nights?”

“Yea. Why?” you willed your heart to stop racing.

“Well, I owe you a coffee.” He flashed a wide smile that sent a shiver of heat down your spine.

You froze, heart pounding in your ears. Guys who looked like Luigi didn’t hit on girls like you— chubby, nerdy girls who spent more time in the library than they did socializing.

“And I can help you more with Calc,” he offered enticingly, as though he was afraid you might say no.

“Ok,” you swallowed. “Yea, that sounds good.”

The next Monday, you got to the library earlier than usual. As the hands on the wall clock slowly rotated, the butterflies in your stomach grew. You pushed them away, convinced that Luigi wouldn’t show. But he did, with the coffee he promised and lots of calculus advice.

Talking to Luigi was easier than you anticipated. Despite his appearance, he was actually quite nerdy and you often diverged into discussions about neuroscience (your major) and the future of AI (his interest).

He gave you his number that day. Your stomach fluttered and a blush built in your cheeks as you typed it into your phone with shaking fingers. Whether Luigi noticed or was kind enough to pretend that he didn’t, he smiled broadly at you and made you promise to text him about “your next tutoring session.”

The study sessions continued over the following month and a half. Slowly, they grew into something more— late nights in one of your dorm rooms, friendly teasing that you tried to tell yourself meant nothing, and eventually heavy flirting that you could no longer ignore.

The first time you kissed was a stolen moment in the dark under a tree around the corner from your dorm. The next week he asked you to be his girlfriend.

~~~

You’re nervous that your lack of experience would drive him away, but Luigi seems to sense that you need to move slowly. Despite how much he clearly loves your body, he always lets you take the lead physically.

Finally, you tell him.

It happens one night when you’re cuddling in his dorm. His hand runs slowly up from your thigh to your hips and back down, pausing occasionally to squeeze your ass. You swallow, trying to calm your racing heart. You had put off this conversation for as long as you could.

“Lu, I have to tell you something,” you whisper, hiding your face in his chest.

“What is it, baby?” he looks down at you with an indulgent smile.

“I—I’m—I’ve—” you gulp, your face growing hot. You glumly look down at his bright blue BALI shirt, debating how you can possibly say it. “Never mind.”

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh,” he says, placing a kiss on your nose. “Remember what we decided last week? No secrets between us, right?”

You bite your lip, looking up into his big chocolate brown eyes, half convinced that if you tell him he will gently break up with you before the next day.

“Um, I’m…” you whisper, trying to will the words to come out of your mouth. Embarrassed, you bury your face in his shirt where you feel his steady heartbeat drum against your ear.

“If you don’t tell me,” Luigi grins, wiggling his fingers, “I’ll tickle you until you do!”

“Lu, no!” you squeal, but as you start to scramble off his lap his arm wraps tightly around your waist, easily trapping you against him, and his other hand tickles your ribcage.

You scream, squirming in his lap and tugging at his forearm to try to break free. Luigi keeps tickling you but after you elbow him hard in the ribs he takes mercy on you.

“Ow!” he whines. “Tell me!” He bounces you on his lap impatiently, one hand sliding up to squeeze your leg. As you open your mouth to tell him, you become acutely aware of the not-so-subtle bulge pressing up against your thighs.

“Lu, I’m… a virgin,” you whisper, staring glumly at the letters on his shirt. Your heart pounds so loudly in your ears that it drowns out every other sound.

“Baby,” he says softly, pulling your chin up with one gentle finger. “Look at me.”

You bite your lip and reluctantly pull your eyes up to meet his. There is no judgement there, just tenderness and a knowing smile.

“I kind of thought you might be,” he chuckles quietly. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. You're the sexiest virgin I’ve ever seen. And I love you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, and you scan his eyes in disbelief. Luigi doesn’t break your gaze. He just smiles down at you expectantly, dimples winking from each cheek.

“I love you too, Lu,” you murmur, reaching up to thread your hands through his curls. Your lips meet and you smile into the kiss, giggling softly.

“Thank you,” you say.

“For what, sweetheart?” He plays with the hem of your biker shorts, sending a tingle of heat up to your belly.

“For accepting me,” you whisper.

“Of course I do,” he says, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the corner of your jaw. Luigi nibbles at the tender skin there, making you moan. “Hottest,” kiss, “virgin,” kiss, “ever,” kiss.

“Luigiiiii,” you groan, covering your eyes, but soon you turn around to face him again, kissing him hard.

~~~

A few nights later, you’re woken by a knock on your door. You groan, stretching your arms overhead, and pad over to the door.

Through the peephole you see Luigi holding a bag of popcorn in one hand and a large root beer bottle in the other.

As soon as you open the door his eyes darken and rake over you, taking in your scantily-clad figure. You’re wearing your tiniest pair of sleep shorts and an oversized shirt that barely covers the hem of the shorts. You blush, heat pooling in your belly.

“You look so good,” he murmurs as you slip into his arms and kiss him. Luigi tosses the food and drink onto your bed without a second glance before lifting you up off the floor. His hands settle on your ass and he groans into the kiss.

You pull back and slide down to the floor, craning your neck as you smile up into his eyes. “You brought me popcorn?!”

“Your favorite kind,” he says smugly.

You grin and hop back up onto your bed, frowning at the bottle in his hand.

“Ewww, Lu. Root beer?”

“It’s my favorite,” he said as he sat down next to you, “and I’m going to need it to get through another episode of this show.”

“This is the last one, baby, I promise.”

“That’s what you said last time!” he laughs, his soft pink lips pursed in a pout.

“Ok… maybe I lied,” you say, biting back a grin, “but this one is really the last episode! It’s the finale.”

Luigi rolls his eyes. “The things I put up with for you,” he mutters, unscrewing the cap of his giant root beer bottle.

You scoot forward with a triumphant grin and press play on your laptop. He immediately pulls you into his lap and reaches into the bag of popcorn, feeding you a few before popping the rest in his mouth.

Luigi laughs as you talk over the show, explaining the drama and antics of the cast members. After twenty minutes, you’re full of popcorn and comfortably settled back against your boyfriend, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Who’s your favorite?” you ask Luigi.

“Hmmm…” he pretends to deliberate. “You.” He presses an exaggerated kiss to your cheek.

“I mean on the show,” you laugh.

“The curvy one,” Luigi says immediately without a trace of doubt.

Knowing that your boyfriend prefers the only thick girl out of all the other impossibly skinny contestants makes warmth pool in your belly.

“Oh, you’ve had your eye on her, huh?” you tease him.

Luigi just smirks. “I’ve had my eye on something else,” he squeezes your ass. You gasp, blushing hard.

All of a sudden, the screen switches to a talking head of the girl Luigi mentioned.

“I always have trouble buying bikinis,” she pouts in an exaggerated L.A. accent. “They’re not exactly made to fit… these,” she gestures with a wide grin to her boobs, which are nearly spilling out of the tiny bikini top.

Beneath you, Luigi shifts. His hand comes to rest on your hip, fingers drawing slow circles that send tingles through you. His other hand squeezes your waist. Your cheeks grow hot.

“No, I don’t think it’s a disadvantage,” she shrugs while failing to suppress a wide grin. “I mean, guys love to play with them. Everyone likes to play with them!” She giggles. “They’re like weapons, baby!”

Behind you, you hear Luigi’s breath hitch. “Hmm,” he grins, kissing your neck. “I have to agree with her.”

You turn to look at him, blushing when you see the twinkle in his eye.

“What do you think?” he asks with a wide grin.

You just blush harder, biting your lip.

Luigi’s brows furrow. “Has anyone ever played with your tits before, baby?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yea,” you say hesitantly, “m-my ex-boyfriend.” “Hmmm,” Luigi says with a smirk that you can hear in his voice. He shifts you until you’re sitting with your back flush against his chest. The popcorn lies spilled over the bed, forgotten.

His lips travel up to your jaw, breath hot against your skin as he softly bites the delicate spot. He whispers, “Did he make you come from it?”

Your breath stutters. “N–no. Is that… a thing?”

“You’re so adorable,” he giggles softly. He presses a hot, wet kiss against your chin and then works his lips up your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that have you shivering in his hold.

“Yea, sweetheart, that’s a thing. It’s definitely a thing.” His voice is darkly amused and filled with a delicious promise of things to explore. One large hand travels up your right side, squeezing the soft curve just above your hip and tickling your side.

“Stop!” you squeal, giggling and squirming against his lap, where you feel his bulge pressed up right into your core.

“Ohhh.” The hard and insistent weight of it makes you whimper pathetically, grinding hard down onto him.

Luigi gasps at your movements. His lips tickle your ear as he murmurs, “Do you want to see if I can make you come while I play with your pretty tits, baby?”

You nearly cry out at his words, whispering “Yes.”

With your confirmation, Luigi slides his hands up your sides slowly, pausing to squeeze your waist possessively before palming your full breasts, his large hands engulfing them easily.

“Oh my god,” you whimper softly. Through the thin fabric of your shirt your nipples harden and throb under his fingers.

He strokes the underside of your breasts, fingers moving teasingly close to your nipples and then back away, again and again.

“Holy shit,” Luigi groans. His cock twitches under your ass. Your breath hitches at the feeling, a moan clawing its way out of your throat.

Your heart stutters painfully in your chest as you feel a throbbing ache in your core. It clenches involuntarily at the sudden urge to feel friction— anywhere— against your breasts, your pussy, your clit, anything to relieve the sudden ache.

“You feel so soft… even better than I imagined,” he laughs breathlessly.

The thought of Luigi imagining doing this to you makes your pussy ache even more until it’s nearly unbearable. He brushes his thumbs against your nipples and your head falls limply back against his shoulder. You can’t think straight; your limbs feel like melted butter.

Beneath your ass, Luigi’s cock grows even harder. You squirm against it, desperate for relief in your throbbing core.

Luigi chuckles. “You like that, baby?”

You nod.

“Words, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I like it,” you moan. “Please, Daddy, I want it.”

The word slips out before your brain processes it. You freeze.

Luigi inhales sharply.

“What did you just call me?” he asks. His voice is raspy and dark, delicious in a way you’ve never heard before, almost like a warning.

“Um…” you squirm in his lap, and then whimper when it brings your aching pussy into contact with his cock, now even larger and harder beneath you.

Your boyfriend’s hands come down to squeeze your waist.

“Say it again,” he murmurs in that same rough voice.

“Daddy,” you squeak, choking down the moan that threatens to break free from your lips.

“Mmmm, good girl,” he breathes against your neck and then his lips travel to the sensitive spot behind your ear, the one he knows drives you crazy. He sucks hard, his mouth hot and wet.

You keen loudly, squirming under his grip. Luigi squeezes your breasts, kneading and massaging the soft flesh repeatedly. With every touch your pussy throbs, slick beginning to seep out.

“I know baby, I know,” he coos. You can feel his smirk against your skin. “Look at you. I’ve just started and you’re already so needy for me.”

And then he takes each of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them slowly from side to side. A broken moan tears from your throat, your eyes fluttering shut as your whole body shudders, helpless against the electric pull of his touch. A gush of fresh arousal soaks your panties. It never felt like this with your ex.

Luigi chuckles, his warm fingers pinching your nipples harder until you squeak, grinding harder and more desperately against his bulge.

“You wanna feel me against you? You wanna feel Daddy?” he breathes, brushing your hair over your shoulder so that his lips tickle the back of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine and more wetness seeps into your panties.

You nod, nearly sobbing.

Luigi chuckles. “Hmm, you like that, huh? Ok baby, hold on.” He slides you off his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you whimper in protest, and quickly pulls off his pants. You can see how hard he is already, cock straining against the confines of the front of his briefs. Your pussy clenches again.

Luigi sits down next to you, pulling you back onto his lap as if you weigh nothing. He tickles the curve of your soft stomach and you squeal, writhing around in his hold.

“Stop! Stop!” you whine.

Then you feel him beneath you, twitching, harder, and growing larger.

“You better stop, baby, or I won’t be able to last,” your boyfriend breathes. You exhale raggedly, settling in his hold.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Now, where were we?”

You grab his hands and shamelessly pull them back up to your breasts, whispering “please.”

“Please who?” Luigi whispers against your cheek.

“Please, D-daddy,” you breathe. Your voice breaks on the second word, your cheeks hot with shame and need.

Luigi tips your chin up with his forefinger and smiles down at you. There’s no judgement in his eyes, just lust.

“You want more, baby?”

You just nod, crying out when his thumbs rub over your hard nipples and then pinch them, moving them back and forth between his fingers. He plays with you slowly and precisely, yet the rapid rise and fall of his chest behind you reveals his slipping control. When Luigi gives a particularly hard squeeze you cry out, your head falling forward, sobbing in desperation for release.

“Do you wanna come for Daddy, baby girl?” he asks.

“Yes,” you moan. But to your confusion, he lets go of your nipples, gently releasing your breasts from his big hands.

“Whyyy?” you whine.

Luigi chuckles. “Shhh, you’re ok,” he whispers. He squeezes your hip affectionately. You whimper, disappointed and frustrated.

“Hey, baby,” Luigi says softly, cupping your cheek and pulling your head up. “Turn around for me.”

You’re dazed, your thoughts a blur of confusion, your mind foggy in the haze of arousal. Luigi gently taps the side of your ass.

“Earth to my girlfriend,” he teases. You just stare at the wall of your dorm room, chest heaving, vision hazy, everything dimmed out except for the throbbing in your breasts and core and the sensation of having satisfaction suddenly ripped away from you.

“Awww, too gone for me already?” he giggles. Luigi’s big, warm hands lift you up off his lap, his biceps flexing as he turns you around and pulls your lush thighs towards him until you’re straddling his lap.

And then he reaches for the top of your hugely oversized shirt, slowly easing it down over your shoulders. “Is this ok?” he asks with a smirk, like he knows how much you crave his touch on your bare skin.

You nod frantically.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles, continuing to pull the shirt down slowly. You blush, burying your head into his shoulder.

“No, baby,” Luigi pulls you away from him, “look at me.” His fingers brush lightly against your shoulders and then your upper arms, sending shivers through you. He pulls your shirt down until your full, bare breasts pop out over the top for him.

You gasp as the cold air suddenly hits your flesh, and you look up at Luigi hesitantly, feeling suddenly exposed.

His eyes grow darker until they’re almost black. “My god,” he breathes.

And then his hands lift your breasts up, pushing them together, squeezing and kneading your plush flesh. Another rush of slick seeps into your panties, and you whimper desperately.

Luigi moans, flicking your nipple with his thumb, and then lowers his head until his hot breath is just millimeters from your breast. He presses a hot, wet kiss against your flesh and then his lips travel achingly slowly towards the center, engulfing your nipple.

You squirm, whining loudly, your face burning as your body betrays you. Your nipple stiffens against his tongue and your breath comes out in a shaky little gasp. The ache between your legs has reached a peak. Your clit is throbbing almost painfully, and you grind against his lap.

Luigi pulls back and looks at you sternly. “Stop moving. Daddy’s not done with you.”

You nod as he continues to suck slowly, nibbling and biting softly at the skin of your areola, capturing your nipple between his teeth. You nearly squeal when he pulls at it, stretching your breast outward, and then releases you with a soft pop. The sensation of cool air hitting your breast, wet from his mouth, makes you shiver and gasp.

You both breathe hard as you watch the way your breast jiggles back against your chest.

“Fuck,” Luigi moans. He looks down at you like you’re something holy.

Your boyfriend’s hand comes up to cup your breasts again, fingers brushing against your hard nipples. Luigi raises his head and brings his lips to yours; his mouth is hot and wet as his tongue enters you, tangling with yours.

“Feels good when Daddy plays with your titties, huh?” he asks, lips curved up into a cocky grin.

Before you can answer him, Luigi lowers his head to your chest again and squeezes your other breast until the flesh spills out between his fingers. Then he engulfs your hardened peak with his lips. His free hand squeezes and kneads the other breast.

Your breath catches like you’ve been winded, your spine arching off the bed as you whimper, stunned by the sheer heat of his mouth. Your fingers scramble for something–anything–to hold onto, heart pounding against your ribs like it’s trying to escape.

This must be what heaven feels like, you realize. You’ve never felt anything like this before—like you've ascended from the physical world to a higher plane of existence. The feeling makes you dizzy.

Luigi’s hand travels off your breast, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“Nooo,” you whine softly, grinding against his bulge in an effort to chase relief from the throbbing ache in your core.

Luigi chuckles and brings his hand down to slip beneath your tiny shorts. You cry out and he smiles against your breast, rubbing teasing circles against the crease between your hip and the seam of your panties.

You jolt, gasping as your hips buck up into his hand before you can even think to stop yourself. It’s too much–his mouth, his voice, his hands. Every part of you strains toward him, your body aching with the need to be touched everywhere at once.

He pauses to look at you again. Your eyes are dazed, mouth open, chest heaving for breath. Your brows furrow pleadingly.

“Please, Daddy,” you beg, looking at him with wide, trusting eyes.

Luigi presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly, his fingers work their way under your panties.

Luigi runs his hands up your thighs with a featherlight touch, as if he’s afraid you’ll break. Slowly, his fingers work their way under your panties and he parts your slick folds with two gentle fingers that tremble ever so slightly.

You scream softly.

It’s almost too much–like your body’s been waiting for this exact touch, aching for it even. The moment his fingers slip between your folds, a choked sob leaves your lips, hips lifting instinctively into his hand. It feels unbearable and perfect all at once, like every nerve ending is finally being seen.

He runs a finger up the seam of your swollen lips from your entrance to your clit.

Your breath catches in your throat and you cry out as you feel your clit literally twitch and your heartbeat pound in your core. Luigi’s touch is featherlight, yet every nerve in your body lights up, your hips lifting off the bed involuntarily.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, releasing your nipple and looking up at you with desperate, huge eyes. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

You try to form words, but his fingers keep running up and down your wet slit, pressing teasingly against your clit before returning back to circle your entrance.

Luigi laughs smugly. His other hand squeezes your ass, jiggling it in his palm. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yes,” you cry loudly. “it’s all for you, Daddy!”

“Did your loser ex ever make you feel this good?” he growls. “Did your pretty little pussy get this wet for him, hmm?”

You shake your head, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s shoulder, overwhelmed by how good his fingers feel rubbing up and down your slippery pussy.

Luigi’s hands tighten on your ass, adjusting you until you’re pressed directly over his bulge.

His fingers rub your clit in tight, wet circles and your vision blurs and turns white as your entire awareness narrows to the pounding in your core.

“Yea, baby,” Luigi growls. “He didn’t know how to treat you right. He couldn’t make you scream like Daddy does.”

You cry out, pressing your face even harder against Luigi’s collarbone. You’re now rocking your hips into him shamelessly, trying to push your clit harder against his fingers.

“That’s it, princess. Take what you need from me,” he says. You feel his lips press against the top of your head.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the overwhelming pleasure begins to peak.

“Can I make you feel even better, baby? Are you gonna let Daddy feel that sweet pussy?”

You sob, nodding against his shoulder. “P-please, Daddy.”

He reaches for the hem of your shorts. Your fingers meet his, trembling, as you bend your knees up and slip them down along with your panties.

Luigi’s hands go still. You whimper, caught in a haze of arousal and frustration. Your boyfriend is staring at your pussy with his mouth agape in pure awe, like a man who’s just discovered the Eighth Wonder of the World.

“Oh baby,” he breathes, “you’re perfect.”

You whimper. Another rush of slick flows out of you. Luigi inhales raggedly, running a hand over his face.

He slowly slips a single finger just inside your pussy. The obscenely loud, wet squelch makes both of your breaths hitch.

You whimper at the foreign sensation, taking a deep breath against the slightly painful stretch. It feels like your body is trying to make room for something it’s never known before–tight, aching, full. Your walls clench helplessly around him, torn between resisting and welcoming the pressure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming newness of it all.

He doesn’t move. He just rests there, just a half-inch inside you, letting you adjust to the sensation.

“Is this ok?” Luigi asks, his other hand coming up to cradle your cheek. He strokes your jaw, tilting your head until you look him in the eyes.

“Yes… please, more,” you moan.

“Good girl,” your boyfriend breathes, and your clit throbs at the praise, pussy clenching around his finger.

“Oh my god, baby,” he says, “I can feel you squeezing me.” Slowly, his finger moves in and out, only to withdraw from your pussy.

You whine. “It’s ok, be patient for Daddy, you can do it, sweetheart,” he coos, circling your entrance with deliberate, reverent strokes. Luigi’s long fingers move slowly up and down your glistening folds, pausing at the top to tickle your clit with teasing flicks. His eyes move back up to yours, his mouth falling open when he sees the rise and fall of your chest, your head thrown back, your lips parted in a frozen “o,” your mouth exhaling stuttering breaths that sound more like whimpers.

The pressure in your core twists tighter, a rubber band on the verge of snapping. Your thighs clench around his hands as your cries pitch higher.

“Fuck,” Luigi whimpers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

You’re burning from the inside out, like every cell in your body is glowing and collapsing at the same time. Your thighs twitch, mouth slack. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm–fast, hard–without really realizing that your hips jolt uncontrollably against his hand.

His fingers slip through your soaked folds until he reaches your entrance again. Gently, he explores around you and then slides a finger slowly in and out, coaxing you open.

“Don’t stop,” you whine. You’re squirming beneath him, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, your hands fisted into the sheets. Your pulse pounds in your ears with every stroke of his fingers.

Luigi watches your face with the same concentration he applies to his coding assignments— learning you, figuring you out, as you both explore this new frontier for the first time.

“That’s it, my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he breathes raggedly against your mouth. And then he adds another finger. You writhe beneath him and cry out in ecstasy at the waves of pleasure that it sends through you.

Luigi grabs your hip hard, pinning you down. “Hold still, baby,” he commands breathlessly.

Then he moves his fingers in deeper, curling up, exploring you, until he finds an area at the front that makes you scream. The sensation is instant and overwhelming–like he’s pressing right onto a live wire. Your back arches off the bed, a broken sob catching in your throat as heat floods through your core, sharp and dizzying.

“Is that the spot?” he asks with a smirk.

It’s as if Luigi’s fingers are guiding your movements, pulling you by the sensitive bundle of nerves that keeps throbbing insistently with every curl of his fingers inside you. Your hips rock forward against his finger.

After a minute, your boyfriend finds a rhythm, stroking forward and back inside of you repeatedly while his thumb circles your clit, until you feel tears running down your cheeks.

“Do you like that, sweet girl?” he teases with that same grin, clearly delighted that he’s the first person to make you feel this way, who gets to see you come apart. He presses his lips against each cheek in turn, kissing away the rivulets of tears running from the corners of your eyes.

You sob something between a laugh and a moan, your body twitching with the overload, your nails scraping down his arms as the orgasm barrels into you without warning. Your vision whitens out. Then–

It’s like he just flipped a switch inside you. An electric jolt runs from your core to your spine, and your limbs stiffen. Your toes curl and your fingers spasm against the sheets. It feels like a full body shock of raw, blinding sensation as every nerve in your body explodes. You throw your head back as wave after wave of searing pleasure rolls through you, your pussy spasming around your boyfriend’s fingers.

Luigi stares down at you like you’re something sacred.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers in awe.

You can’t even answer him with words. Instead, you clench harder around him, your body no longer under your own control.

He chuckles, lips moving over to yours. His kiss is slow, reverent, like he’s savoring every second. His tongue dances with yours, warm and seeking, and your moan melts into his mouth.

“More, Lu,” you groan.

Luigi lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. “Such a greedy little thing. Just came and you already want another one?”

You just moan.

Luigi taps your cheek softly. You make a soft, unintelligible sound in response.

“You want more, sweet girl? Are you sure?”

You nod and he picks up the pace, moving his fingers faster and harder against your most sensitive spot inside. Your legs begin to tremble and your head lolls back. Tears slip down your cheeks again from the overwhelming bliss that borders on unbearable.

Luigi’s breaths turn ragged and his lips furrow in concentration.

“Are you gonna come again for Daddy?” he asks.

“I— I think so.”

Your boyfriend laughs, throwing his head back. “Poor baby,” he coos down at you. “Doesn’t even know when she’s gonna come.” His tone is mocking but his voice is gentle.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment flooding your face. It feels hard to think. “I—I’ve never—”

Luigi’s fingers still. His jaw drops. “Never? Not even from yourself?” He knows you’re a virgin, but you haven’t exactly gone into the details with him.

You hang your head in shame. “I have but not from… anything inside of me.”

Luigi grabs your jaw, titling your chin up and forcing your eyes to meet his. He’s gazing at you with an indecipherable expression, eyes wide and chest heaving.

“Is that bad?” you ask nervously.

“Fuck, no, baby.” Luigi groans. “I just can’t believe I’m the first person to be inside this perfect,” he kisses your neck, “little,” your jaw, “pussy.” He groans into your mouth, tugging you even closer, rocking your hips against his cock. Looking down, you see a wet stain over his jeans. Is that from you?

Without warning, Luigi’s fingers slip back inside, tugging you forward, pulling waves of pleasure out of you. You’re so wet it’s obscene, now dripping all over his hand.

“Please, Lu—I need you, need something…” you cry as you start to feel tingles spread through your limbs. Your hips grind instinctively, blindly, against his hard cock.

“Good girl, let go for Daddy,” he coos. “Let it all out.” He presses his thumb harder against your clit, wiggling the bud from side to side, and you shatter into a million pieces.

You cry out as waves of pleasure run through you, spinning over and over, stars obscuring your vision. Your hips rock instinctively into his hand, chasing more pleasure, and Luigi keeps pushing inside you and teasing your clit. His other hand is at your lower back, guiding you back and forth over his hand. His brow is furrowed as he stares at you in focus, beads of sweat on his forehead, the veins popping out on his flexed forearms.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me—” Luigi gasps and lifts you off of him suddenly, flipping you down onto your back on the bed.

You land with a bounce, dazed, lips parted, body flushed and trembling as aftershocks of the orgasm run through your limbs. He moves over you, propping himself up on shaking forearms. “Give me a second,” Luigi says in a ragged voice. He collapses down next to you, pulling you into his side and running one hand over his face.

You giggle, voice hoarse. “You okay?”

“No,” he pants dramatically, “I’m in pain.”

You turn to him and gasp softly–his cock is huge, veiny, flushed red and leaking, heavy against his abdomen. You blink at it. When did he take his pants off?

Reaching out with a shaking hand, you wrap your fingers tentatively around him and he groans deeply, twitching. Then you tilt your head up at him. “Wait…why’s your tip already so wet? I haven’t even touched you.”

Luigi’s eyes darken with lust. He’s already twitching in your grip.

“That’s pre, baby,” he pants. “Means I’ve been hard for too long. Watching you this whole time? Yeah…it kind of did that to me.”

You giggle again, playing a little dumb, lips parted in curiosity as you stroke him softly from base to tip. His hips twitch.

You lean over him, breasts hanging off your chest. Luigi gently smacks the side of one of your breasts, and when you moan loudly he does it again, harder. Narrowing your eyes playfully at him, you lean down, gazing at his cock in wonder, and tentatively breathe softly against the tip. It twitches in response and you feel your pussy clench. You want it inside of you…

When you flick your tongue experimentally across his cock, Luigi jolts like you shocked him, a strangled noise escaping his throat. The sound fills you with overwhelming power. He’s looking up at you like you’re a goddess.

You wrap your mouth slowly around him like you’re savoring a new delicacy, lips stretching, tongue swirling around the head. Luigi gasps, hands fisting in the sheets. “Fuck, baby girl–you’re gonna ruin me,” he groans.

You pull off his cock with a wet pop, glancing up at him from under your lashes. “Is that a bad thing, Daddy?”

Luigi only laughs, ragged and hoarse, then cups your cheek, pulls you up to eye level, and kisses your forehead.

After a few minutes of more teasing and panting, you pull him back into a kiss again.

“I want your cock,” you whisper against his mouth. “Inside me, Daddy. Please.” Your voice is no longer hesitant. It’s certain. In fact, you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

“Fuck,” Luigi groans. “You can have it, princess.”

He reaches down and cups your pussy in his hand, muttering “Jesus Christ, you’re so wet again.”

For a few moments, your world narrows to the slow movement of his fingers against your clit and a sensation of pure euphoria. The roaring in your head drowns out every sound around you.

Then you realize that Luigi stopped moving. You glance down at him. Are you doing something wrong? Does he want to stop?

“I want this to be perfect for you,” he says quietly. “I want to give you everything, but I don’t know if I can…” he trails off.

You pull him closer. “You’ll be great, baby.”

Luigi laughs. “No, sweetheart, I’m saying I don’t know if I can last. You’re so… fuck.”

A rush of confidence fills you. “Oh yea?” you ask, reaching up to pull his lips into yours.

He kisses you deeply, your lips meeting frantically, desperately clashing in a fervent dance. Then his mouth moves down your body, lips passing across your chest, pausing to suck at each of your nipples.

You squeal, back arching off the bed as you scrabble against his hair, trying to force him to stay on your breasts. But Luigi just grabs your wrists and pins them into the mattress against your sides, murmuring something unintelligible. He leaves a hot, wet trail of kisses and bites running from the underside of your breasts to just above your navel.

“Tell Daddy you want it,” he says, eyes meeting yours with a wicked gleam.

“I want it Daddy, I need it, I need it so bad, please,” you beg.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. He continues down, achingly slowly, until he reaches just above your pussy. But he doesn’t keep going. He kisses the inside of your thighs, stubble tickling your sensitive skin as he makes his way down to the insides of your knees. You cry, trying to tug him back up, but Luigi just chuckles.

“Wanna take my time with you,” he says. “Need to make it good for my perfect girl.”

He kisses back up your thighs until you’re squirming madly, blood pounding through your core, your legs twitching. You can feel your pussy clenching over and over, slick seeping out of you in pulses.

Luigi chuckles softly. “Patience, princess,” he murmurs. He pauses, staring between your legs. He drags a finger between your slit, gasping at the trail of wetness that hangs from his finger to your wet folds.

Then Luigi puts his lips back on your thighs and forces your shaking legs apart. Slowly, he lowers his head towards your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimper, feeling your heartbeat pulsing in your core.

And then you feel it. His hot, wet tongue dragging through you from bottom to top, settling on your clit. You scream, eyes rolling back in your head.

Luigi gently smacks the side of your leg. “Eyes on Daddy,” he growls. “Don’t you dare look away.”

You inhale shakily, nodding weakly. “Good girl,” Luigi says. His lips latch onto your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your whole body jerks like he’s shocked you–your breath catches and your legs tremble as heat explodes outward from your center. You can’t even moan properly; it punches out of you in a strangled, broken sound that makes him groan into you.

Luigi lays one hand on top, pulling you up to keep you spread open for him, and his other hand pins your hip down, holding you still. He alternates between hot, fast circles around your swollen clit, soft nibbles on your puffy outer labia, and broad strokes up and down your inner lips.

You can’t think; you can’t even breathe. Your hands scramble through the sheets, then tangle in his hair as your hips rock without thought, chasing every flick of his tongue like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.

He buries his face into your pussy like a man possessed, eating you with an insatiable hunger. The obscene slurping sound of his lips against your wet core fills the room, but it barely registers— you’re shaking, crying, falling apart. Pleasure hits you in fast, unbearable waves, crashing into each other before you can even catch your breath between them.

Your climax rips through you–sudden, violent, all consuming. Your thighs snap closed around his head, your back arches clean off the bed, and you let out a sob that doesn’t even sound like your own voice. The pleasure is too big to contain, shaking loose from your chest in ragged gasps as your vision goes white. You grind helplessly against his lips, chasing every last wave of it as your orgasm rolls over you in sharp, endless pulses. You can feel yourself gushing into his mouth, hear the obscene slick noises as he drinks it all down like he can’t get enough.

Luigi keeps going, greedily sucking your clit, your lips, your folds, and slurping up your slick. And he doesn’t stop. The euphoria fades as your pounding heart returns to normal until the pleasure is replaced with an increasingly uncomfortable pressure in your core. The suction on your clit is overwhelming— your only thought is that you have to escape Luigi’s tight grip on your hips.

You squeal, squirming beneath him and attempt to tug his head off your pussy.

“Lu, it’s too much,” you protest weakly.

“Mm n’done.” His reply is muffled against your pussy, but his eyes are dark and wicked when they meet yours. You grab blindly at the sheets, trying to pull yourself up and away from his insistent mouth, but your boyfriend just grabs your hips harder, almost painfully so, to anchor you to him.

“Lui— I— can’t!” you sob.

He looks up at you, eyes hazy and drunk. “One more for me, baby? Please, just one more,” he pleads in a way that you’ve never heard before: worshipful, addicted, begging.

And then he spits on your clit, the slick heat of it making you jerk like you’ve been shocked. It’s filthy and wet and unbearably raw, making your clit throb as fresh pleasure blooms painfully through the overstimulation.

Luigi’s eyes lock onto your pussy for a moment, his chest heaving, the sounds of his ragged breaths loud in the silence between your bodies. He looks up at you with a wild, desperate sort of awe–like he’s looking at something holy and ruined all at once, and he sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head from side to side.

The sensation sends a shockwave through your whole body, dragging a sob from your throat as your hips buck up against Luigi’s mouth. It’s too intense, too much, and yet it lights something deep inside you. The sharp edge of overstimulation blurs into dizzying pleasure, your body helplessly surrendering to the way he devours you.

“Ohhhh,” you moan, trying to make sense of the new sensation. Quickly, you’re being carried along waves of pressure, heat, and arousal. You’re breathing in shallow gasps, cheeks burning, vision blurring, trying to move through this new feeling.

Luigi’s head pops up from between your thighs with a wet squelching sound that barely registers in your fucked-out brain. “Is my good girl gonna come again already?” he grins triumphantly.

Cocky bastard. You just moan in response, your clit sensitive and twitching against the cool air, craving your boyfriend’s hot, wet mouth.

“Told you you could do it for me, sweetheart,” he smirks, squeezing your hip possessively before returning to your pussy, putting his lips back on you like even the few seconds away from your core was too long for him.

You don’t even realize it’s happening until you’re already falling apart. Your thighs clamp around his head, your whole body locking up as the orgasm slams into you, harder than the last. You sob out his name, the pleasure sharp and searing, sparking behind your eyes as your vision goes white. Your back arches off the bed, every muscle trembling, twitching, as your pussy pulses around his tongue. You can’t breathe, can’t think– you can only shake and cry through it, the release ripping out of you in wave after uncontrollable wave.

He wipes the back of his hand over his forehead and runs a hand through his curls. “Oh my god, baby,” he grins. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” He moves up your body, propping himself halfway over you with one forearm. Luigi leans down to look at you, running one finger slowly up and down the curve of your hip, pausing to gently squeeze each of your thick thighs. You squeeze his hand back as you take deep, steadying breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Yea,” you laugh softly, turning your head to his. “Just trying to come back to Earth.”

He looks down at you, gaze soft and adoring. Warmth fills your chest.

“Not my fault. You were just sitting like that on my lap with these amazing tits and soft hips and huge ass,” he growls. As your boyfriend talks, his fingers trail over each body part in turn.

You crane your neck up weakly, trying to reach his mouth, but your muscles barely obey. Luigi leans back down and your lips meet in a slow, lazy kiss that tastes like salt and heat and something sweeter–something only he could leave on your tongue. Your lips move together gently at first, with more emotion than urgency, but when his fingers dig into your waist, you feel him deepen it with a low groan, like he can’t help himself.

“I love you, Lu,” you sigh.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. “Love you more, princess.”

He kisses you again, slower this time, savoring it. Then he pulls back just far enough to look you over–your flushed cheeks, parted lips, the dazed, dreamy look in your eyes. His fingers trace down your waist, anchoring there as his breath hitches.

“You ready for Daddy’s cock now, baby?” he says, his breath coming in gasps. Sweat drips down his forehead and his chin is still sticky with your arousal. You nod.

Luigi presses his lips against your collarbone, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He rubs a hand over your hip in soothing circles as he catches his breath.

He presses wet kisses, followed by soft bites, up your shoulder to meet your neck. You squeal, curling onto your side in an attempt to escape. Luigi giggles, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck on the other side, making you wriggle under him. His soft, warm lips trail more bites up your jaw, followed by soft kisses, until he reaches your mouth.

Your smile fades at the look in his eyes. He’s gazing down at you like he’s seeing all of you–raw, flushed, undone–and still looking at you like you hung the stars. His gaze is soft but heavy, reverent, like he’s afraid to blink and miss a second of you like this.

“Okay?” he asks, brushing your mouth with his. He brings a finger up to gently thumb at your bottom lip. You nod, suddenly feeling breathless, fluttery, like your heart is rising into your throat. Everything feels too tender, too bare, like his touch has peeled you open and left you aching in the best way.

“Yes,” you breathe. Luigi’s lips meet yours again, moving against you with a desperation that contrasts sharply with the way he just looked at you. You moan into his mouth, kissing him back, feeling his lips devour yours until your pussy is throbbing and your nipples are aching.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimper. “I want it so bad.”

Luigi’s eyes darken and his Adam’s apple bobs as he inhales shakily.

“Hang on a second.”

He reaches over the side of the bed, picks his pants up off the floor, and grabs something from a back pocket. You swallow, salivating, as you watch his cock bob with his movements. You try to grab it but he swats your hand away, scolding you and telling you to be patient.

Luigi comes back to hover over you. “Ok, baby. Sorry.”

He’s holding a condom. You raise an eyebrow at him. “What were you planning on doing with that?”

Luigi laughs gently and squeezes your breast, tracing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Using it on you, gorgeous. I didn’t know when we would need it so I wanted to be prepared.” You decide there’s nothing wrong with that; safety first, after all.

Luigi rolls the condom on and positions himself over you, dick twitching slightly. It settles against your inner thigh, hard, velvety, and warm, and you moan, feeling heat tingle up and down your body.

Your boyfriend’s forearms are shaking, the prominent veins popping out. He pauses while hovered over you and glances up at the ceiling as if praying for something. Patience? Control?

“We’ll take it slow, baby,” he says against your mouth, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

He slides one hand down to your core, teasing fingers moving up and down your slippery folds. “Feel how wet you are,” he whispers in awe, bringing his finger up to your lips. Your eyes widen as he slips the finger into your mouth and you taste yourself for the first time. Luigi chuckles as you moan around his finger.

“Haven’t even gone inside you yet, baby girl,” he says, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your breast. Your pussy throbs.

Reaching down to grip your hips, he steadies you with hands that are firm yet gentle. You don’t feel held down; you feel safe, cared for, worshipped.

“Ready?”

You nod.

He shifts on the bed, one hand fisting around his cock and giving it several fast strokes from base to tip. Liquid— precum, you remind yourself— seeps out over his fingers, making wet sounds with every stroke. His other hand returns to your core, his large fingers slipping easily between your folds and then into your pussy.

You whimper, hips rolling instinctively to meet his touch, your breath hitching at how easily he slides in. It’s all so warm, so wet, so achingly tender you can hardly stand it. Your walls flutter around his fingers, desperate and welcoming, like your body already knows what it’s about to take. Every slow curl makes your thighs tremble, your stomach tighten, and your heart race.

He adjusts them slowly, gently, coaxing you open again. Every press of his fingers inside you, each delicious change in pressure, helps your muscles relax around him. Then he moves, positioning his cock against your core. At the sudden sensation of the slick, firm, tip against your pussy, you swear your heart stops.

You cry out, and Luigi feels it too, muttering a low “fuck” before guiding his cock up and down your slick folds.

Your entire body jolts. Tingles of pleasure fill every pore. If you thought his hands felt like heaven? His mouth? They were nothing compared to the hard, hot pressure of his cock against you, slippery from your combined arousal, sliding through your folds as if begging to go inside.

So you tell him to. Not with words, but with the tilt of your hips straining up to meet him, in the arch of your back and the way you grip his shoulders like you’ll fall apart if you let go.

Luigi swallows, looking down at you before his brows furrow in concentration while he brings his cock to rest right against your entrance.

“Lu…Daddy…” you pant, tugging his forearm, trying to pull him inside you.

Your boyfriend looks back at you, his dark brown eyes smoldering, and then pushes himself into you slightly. He moans just as you cry out.

Luigi freezes. His hand comes up to cup the side of your face. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you swallow. “It just feels … uncomfortable.”

“Ok,” he says, brows still furrowed in concern.

“Give me a second,” you whisper, breathing hard. You scrunch up your eyes against the sensation.

Luigi presses a soft nibble to your jaw, then your chin, making you giggle.

Oh. You look down. You pushed him out when you laughed. You giggle harder, biting your lip. Luigi grins back at you.

“Go ahead,” you whisper.

He guides his cock up the length of your pussy, but this time he pauses to rub the head over your clit, moving the sensitive bundle of nerves back and forth over your pubic bone. You cry out, fingers grabbing at him blindly, lining him up at your entrance.

“God, baby, I can feel you squeezing me already,” he groans. His fingers falter briefly before returning to your clit, continuing to move it firmly from side to side. Your nerves grow alight with fire, the sensation building more and more while his tip slowly kisses your entrance.

And then he pushes it slowly inside. You gasp at the burn. It’s much more than his fingers. Your eyes scrunch closed against the unfamiliar sensation. The width of him has you feeling unnaturally stretched out, as if your body isn’t supposed to move that way.

“F—uckkkk,” Luigi groans, biting his lip. His hips still completely, the breath knocked from his lungs like he wasn’t prepared for how good you’d feel. His jaw clenches hard as he stares down at where you’re joined. His cock twitches inside you like it’s overwhelmed–like he’s overwhelmed. One of his hands slides up to cradle your ribs, holding you like something breakable, while the other tightens on your hip. His voice drops, hoarse and reverent.

“Jesus, baby…you’re so warm–fuck, you’re perfect. It’s like your pussy’s pulling me in.”

But when he looks at your wide, nervous, glassy eyes, he braces himself, holding still inside of you. “Ok baby, deep breaths, I got you.”

His fingers rub careful circles around your clit, his tongue caught between his teeth as he looks down between your bodies in utter concentration. The ache starts to fade and something else begins to take its place.

You moan, urging him closer, raising your legs up and wrapping yourself around his hips. Luigi’s eyes never leave yours as he slowly starts to move again, sinking deeper in bit by bit.

“You can take it, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he says and then he groans. “Oh my god, you feel so tight, so perfect, I can barely—”

You whimper when he reaches about halfway, the stretch growing but something else growing with it. Luigi pauses when he hears your soft sound, unsure if it’s from pleasure or pain. His eyes wide with concern.

You swallow. “Just don’t stop, Lu,” you moan.

“There’s my good girl,” he chuckles, lips gently biting the skin below your ear. “Take me, baby. Take all of Daddy's cock.”

Luigi is a quick study. He grabs one of your breasts, rolling it the way he now knows you like, pinching your nipple between his long fingers. Overwhelmed by white-hot pleasure, you can barely process the dual sensations of his cock sliding deeper inside you and his hands teasing your sensitive nipple before he abandons your breast.

Luigi reaches down between your bodies to toy with your clit again, pressing over the aching nub with his thumb. He rubs you in tight, fast, slippery circles just as his hips hit yours, his cock coming to rest fully inside you. An electric sensation courses through your veins; every nerve in your body sparking.

“Ok, baby?” he asks with a soft pinch to your clit that makes you moan. Your sluggish brain struggles to make sense of the feeling of him sitting deep in your body where nothing else has ever been before.

Luigi chuckles. “Aww, can’t think, sweetheart? Too full of Daddy’s big cock?”

His thumb brushes a particularly sensitive spot on your clit and you squeal, back arching off the bed and your toes nearly curling. The movement pulls him even deeper inside, hitting your walls, filling you completely. It sends pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

“Fuckkkk,” you moan. And then, hesitantly, you push up again, just to see if it feels the same.

It’s better.

Luigi moans, grabbing your full ass in one hand. “That’s my– fuck– my good girl,” he hisses as you squeeze down on him experimentally, his eyes fluttering shut. “My perfect fucking girl, making me feel so good.”

You smile up at him, delighted at your ability to make him lose control. “What, you like it, Daddy?” you ask, fluttering your lashes. You deliberately squeeze down on his cock, relishing the delicious wave of pleasure it sends straight to your clit. “Am I doing it right?”

Luigi lets out a harsh exhale as if he’s been holding his breath for hours. He opens his eyes, his stormy pupils meeting your innocent, wide teasing eyes.

He growls, grabbing you tightly by the waist, and smacks your ass. “Oh now you’re cocky?” You gasp, squirming under his hold, loving how you feel possessed, owned, and the way it makes him move inside you.

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna lose control, baby,” he growls against your lips. And then, with another slap to your ass, he starts to move deep inside you, the breadth and depth of him filling an ache you didn’t know you had.

His hips roll into yours. Each thrust sparks a jolt of pleasure that courses through your veins, growing weaker for a second only to be replaced with an even stronger wave of ecstasy with the next movement of his cock even deeper inside you. You rut up against him, chasing the delicious pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room.

“So good,” you moan. “Harder, Daddy.”

Luigi chuckles and then lifts your legs up around his shoulders, whispering “let me show you something,” when you try to stop him, confused.

You cry out at the new angle, feeling him hit a different spot that’s even deeper. You realize that he’s pressed up against that sensitive area inside that he kept rubbing earlier with his fingers. You moan, lifting your hips up against him to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Is that good, baby?” Luigi coos. “Is that the spot?” He smirks down at you, the smugness clear on his face— he knows just how much you love it. You nod, too dazed to reply.

He chuckles. He grabs the headboard with one hand and then rolls his hips into you, each deep thrust hitting that perfect spot. In a matter of seconds, you’re sobbing beneath him, reduced to a quivering mess. Luigi pants heavily, biceps flexing with the effort of holding onto the bed and moving in and out of you. The force of his movements makes you bounce back and forth on the mattress, your boobs jiggling with every thrust.

“Ow,” you hiss, your hands coming up to grab them and hold them steady.

Luigi’s eyes grow dark until they’re almost black. “God, I could watch your gorgeous tits bounce all day,” he pants.

“They hurt, Daddy,” you whimper.

“I know, sweetheart,” he coos. “So fucking big they can't even take it. Let Daddy make it better, yea? Like we did before?”

You nod and Luigi buries his face between your breasts, squeezing one in each hand. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You’re so fucking perfect, so sexy, taking me so well.”

He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth, mouthing and licking at the soft skin until he reaches your nipple, where he gently bites down against the hard bud.

You scream. Each lick, every thrust, brings you closer to the ecstasy you crave. You let out a string of incoherent curses, whimpers, and pleading words. You’re sobbing, throwing your hips up to meet him, clawing blinding at his back, pressing his face into your chest with your hand.

“Harder!” you beg again.

Luigi’s eyes darken, wild with lust.

“Yea? You want Daddy to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name?”

You nod wildly, gasping, and clench around him.

Luigi moans loudly, snapping his hips up into you, setting a wild pace. When you wince again, eyes going wide, he holds down your breasts with one hand and continues to pound into you, sweating and gasping.

“Look at my good girl, taking my cock so fucking well.”

You can’t even answer him. You’re already falling apart, mouth open in a soundless cry as he drives into you over and over, your body trembling with the weight of it all. Each thrust knocks the breath out of you–your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your thick thighs burning from how wide he’s keeping you spread. You feel so full, stuffed beyond what your body should handle, and yet you keep taking it–keep needing it.

Luigi leans in close, mouth hot against your ear. “You’re clenching so tight around me, baby,” he pants, voice raw with awe. “You gonna come again? Gonna cream on Daddy’s cock?”

You try to respond–maybe it’s a yes, maybe a cry–but all that escapes you is a strangled, wet moan. Your body is pulsing uncontrollably, nerves on fire. Your brain is static. All you can do is hold on as his cock grinds deep inside you, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl.

“That’s it,” he whispers roughly. “That’s Daddy’s girl. You’re doing so fucking good–taking me like this, fuck, milking my cock.” His hand slides down, thumb finding your clit again, and you jolt under him like you’ve been shocked.

Your back arches off the bed. You sob his name.

“Shhh,” he soothes, though his hips don’t stop. “I know, I know–it’s too much, isn’t it? But you’re so close, baby. Come on, give it to me. One more. You can give Daddy one more.”

You nod frantically, hips twitching with every thrust, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity of it. You’re close–so close it’s unbearable. His cock drags against your walls perfectly, thick and insistent, his thumb tight on your clit, and then–

You break.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a flood. Your thighs clamp down around him, your whole body locking as you scream his name, raw and broken. Your cunt squeezes him in relentless waves, and Luigi moans low and deep, like it’s being torn out of his chest.

“Holy shit–there it is,” he grunts. “That’s my good fucking girl. Fuck, you’re coming so hard–shit, baby, you’re milking me.”

You don’t even realize you're crying until he kisses your cheek and tastes the salt. He doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop praising you. You’re still fluttering around him, spasming, clenching with aftershock, too far gone to care that your legs are shaking, your body quivering under him like you’ve been wrecked from the inside out.

He presses his forehead to yours, still thrusting, voice low and reverent. “You’re everything, you know that?”

You nod, barely able to breathe.

His pace slows, just a little–his hips rolling deeper instead of faster now, dragging his cock through your slick, overstimulated heat like he’s savoring every second of it. You whimper beneath him, clutching at his shoulders as he rocks into you with steady, languid thrusts.

“Can’t stop,” he pants, voice wrecked and trembling. “You feel so fucking good–can’t stop, baby.”

Each movement is slower, but no less intense–his cock filling you again and again, gliding through the mess you’ve made of yourself, each stroke pushing the sound of slick, wet friction into the air between your joined bodies. His hand stays firm on your hip, the other cradling the side of your face as if to ground you both.

You look up at him through hazy eyes, dazed and flushed, and the moment your gaze meets his, Luigi gasps–like something inside him shatters.

“Oh fuck.” he moans, hips stuttering. “Baby, I–fuck, I’m gonna come–”

His movements falter as he ruts into you with a few final, desperate thrusts, cock throbbing inside the condom. His mouth drops open in a silent cry, forehead pressed to yours as he comes hard, heat flooding through him in pulsing waves that make his whole body shudder.

You feel every twitch of him, the way he squeezes your hip just a little tighter, the way his breath leaves him in shaky bursts as he slows to a stop, still buried deep inside you.

For a long moment, he stays there, panting, his nose brushing yours, sweat slicking your skin where you touch. Then he lets out a soft, breathless laugh.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “You ruin me, princess.”

You can’t even speak. You just lie there, trembling slightly, your body thrumming with the aftershocks of everything–of him. Luigi watches you for another beat, brushing your damp hair off your forehead, eyes full of awe.

Then he presses a kiss to your cheek, slow and warm, before whispering, “Stay right there, baby. I got you.”

You feel him gently ease out of you, his hand stroking down your thigh in apology as you wince from the sensitivity. He carefully rolls the condom off, ties it up, and tosses it in the trash can. Then he reaches for the towel you’d left on the nightstand and starts wiping you down–slow, soothing passes between your legs, murmuring little apologies every time your hips twitch or your breath catches. Your cheeks burn at the intimacy of the gesture.

“You did so good for me,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “So fucking good.”

He kisses your inner thigh as he finishes, lingering there, soft lips pressing reverently into your trembling skin. Then another kiss. And another. As if he can’t stop. As if he’s worshipping the very ground of you.

“Come here,” he says, slipping an arm beneath your back, another under your knees. “Let Daddy take care of you now, yeah?”

You nod weakly and let him lift you.

The warmth of the bath hits before you even realize he’d started it earlier, the soft scent of lavender rising with the steam. He sets you down with infinite care, one hand supporting your back as the other steadies your legs. The water wraps around your body like silk, and you sigh as the heat soothes your sore muscles.

Luigi kneels behind you, still naked, hair a mess, cheeks flushed. He kisses the back of your shoulder before whispering, “Are you okay, baby? Did it hurt? I mean–not too much?”

You turn to look at him, eyes glassy but sure. “It was everything I wanted. Just sore. But I’m okay. I promise.”

He exhales deeply, visibly relieved, and then he gets to work–pouring warm water over your skin, washing you slowly. Tenderly. He starts with your thighs, taking his time with them, massaging the tension from the thick muscle with open hands. He tells you how beautiful you are as he moves to your waist, fingers sliding with reverence over your curves, not to arouse but to care for. Like he’s memorizing every inch of you with a new kind of devotion. When he reaches your chest, he pauses–eyes flicking up to yours, silently asking for permission.

You nod.

He cups your breast gently, working the suds across your skin with his thumbs in slow, swirling motions. Not sexual–just sweet. Gentle. His thumbs brush across your nipples once, twice, before he leans in and presses a kiss between them.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this–being your first.”

You lean back against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you under the water. You sit there together in silence for a while, your heartbeat slowly syncing to his, his hands rubbing lazy, slow circles into your waist.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” you say softly.

He kisses your temple. “Me neither.”

Eventually, the water begins to cool, and Luigi helps you out of the tub with the same care he showed undressing you. He wraps you in a thick towel, rubbing your arms gently, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder while you shiver from the change in temperature.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, tugging you toward the bed.

He helps you climb in first, then follows, slipping behind you and pulling the blankets up over both of your bodies. His arms wrap around your waist immediately, strong and steady, drawing you close until your back is pressed to his chest and your legs are tangled together.

You feel his breath on your neck, warm and even now. One of his hands cradles your soft belly, the other lies tucked beneath your pillow. Everything is still; everything is safe. You let your eyes flutter closed, chest rising and falling in sync with his.

“I love you, Daddy,” you whisper, barely audible.

Luigi kisses your shoulder again. “I love you more. Get some rest, baby.”

Wrapped in his arms, you feel soft, warm, and loved. The room is quiet, your body floating in the perfect weight of afterglow like it was always supposed to be this way.

With him.

Always with him.

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