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jjkbambi · 10 days ago

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sorority car wash luigi mangione x reader (18+)

smut summary: your best friend’s brother luigi visits your sorority’s spring fundraiser

warnings: long ass argument, our frat boy #graduated, rough as usual, name-calling, p in dis v :3, is car sex public? car sex, implied cheating, jealous quickie, assume everything is unedited

the fundraiser had drawn out the worst of penn state: truck drivers, high school football coaches, republicans with obvious gambling addictions. despite the obvious discomfort around dancing around frat row in a bikini, there was an undeniable satisfaction in knowing every passing gaze was a dollar to your name.

well — not necessarily your name. it was a dollar to your sorority house, your sisters, your reputation. your public display was, in all, an investment for an impressive bullet point on your college resume. any level-headed businessman would’ve been able to see that.

unfortunately for you, luigi mangione majored in computer science.

your heart falls to the floor the second you see his car swerve into the street. your feet move quickly, running up to the side of his car before any of the girls could hound a dollar out of him. his window is down and you’re in it, both whispering and yelling, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“car wash,” the brunette boy says flatly, gesturing to the hastily painted cardboard signs wrapped around your sorority house.

“it’s for penn students only.” you say, trying to wave him off. the thought of him—or anyone else from back home—meeting your new fair-weather city friends is unbearable. it would take months to salvage your pride.

“it doesn’t say that anywhere.” luigi argues. “plus, i’m an alumni.”

interest washes over the crowd of busy rich cheerleaders as they begin to inch nearer to the scene. you’re frazzled and fucked. “mangione, please don’t embarrass me.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself,” luigi says. his eyes glance over your body, skin exposed and wet with the moisture and mess of the event, boobs perky underneath your strappy bra. “seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”

you feel a rush of insecurity as you bring your arms up to cover yourself. “it’s sorority tradition—“

“we didn’t do any of this at my frat—”

“it was an engineering frat, you didn’t do anything—!” as your whining comes to a close, a pool of your sorority sisters begin to flood around you. your heart rate sparks.

“who’s this?” your roommate asks.

the italian boy is quick to smile at the new company, his earlier furrowed brows and fault-finding demeanor vanishing in an instant. “i’m luigi,” he says with a brief wave. “i’m with y/n.”

“he means we’re friends from back home,” you correct quickly, shooting a glare at him. “he actually went here. he was in phi psi.”

“aw,” your roommate coos. “those guys do my homework all the time.”

he reaches over to open the car door, the force pushing you aside as it swings open. “get in the car,” luigi says. you pause, confusion swirling around you. then, luigi glances at your crowd of sisters, acknowledging them with a slight nod. “i’m borrowing her for the day. is there some sort of curfew i need to know about?”

“no, but it’s karaoke night,” one of your sisters tell him. “you should come! it’ll be at zbt.”

luigi raises a brow. “the sports frat?”

“yeah,” your sister says, grinning. “y/n’s boyfriend is the president. he’s super nice—you’d like him.”

his eyes flick to you. “boyfriend?”

“luigi’s busy tonight,” you say, forcing a tight smile, desperate to change the subject. “besides, he’s probably super jet-lagged—he is supposed to be backpacking through asia right now, after all.”

“yeah, well,” luigi says, his voice cool but with an edge that stings, “i stopped by for my sister’s birthday this weekend.” his eyes narrow as he looks straight at you. “guess one of us had to remember.”

your shoulders stiffen under the weight of his words, heat rising to your face.

“aw, luigi, you’re so sweet!” one of your housemates chimes, completely oblivious to the tension brewing. your guilt crashes over you, hot and suffocating. it’s almost embarrassing, the sudden clarity of how far you’ve strayed, how horrible you’ve become. “y/n’s boyfriend does cute stuff like that too. he came all the way down this morning to get pictures of her in this new outfit.”

if you didn’t feel stupid and cold before, you most definitely do now.

luigi glances over his shoulder. “isn’t the zbt house just around the corner?”

your housemate, still oblivious, grins and adds, “yeah! he’s always doing cute stuff like that for her. like, he prints a bunch of pictures of her and made a wall in his room because he thought she’d think it was sweet.”

you had no intention of your best friend’s brother ever finding out about your flamboyant college romances, yet here he was, gossiping with your girls. “he took that down as soon as i asked him to,” you explain.

“yeah, and ever since then, he sends flowers like, everyday.” your sister hums, bright-eyed. “so thoughtful, right?”

luigi’s jaw clenches, and his shoulders tense. “yeah, cute,” he says, voice low and biting. “guess that’s what happens when you’ve got nothing better to do than play personal assistant.”

“luigi.” you say, a desperate attempt to draw the line.

“get in, now,” he beckons.

luigi’s dark eyes never leave you, boring into you with a relentless intensity that makes your stomach churn. the look isn’t anger—it’s something deeper, more personal, and it clings to you as you fumble into the passenger seat. each movement feels heavier than the last, his unyielding stare haunting you as you slip inside, shutting the door between you and the reality you can’t escape.

the car swerves sharply, pulling you from your thoughts as you put your head in your hands. “i totally forgot,” you mutter, voice barely audible.

“clearly, you had distractions,” luigi says, his tone colder than you expected, like a wall between you both.

you feel his disappointment radiating through the air, and it hits harder than you’d like to admit. “you know,” he continues, his voice laced with bitterness, “back when we were close, you never would’ve forgotten something like that. but i guess things are different now.”

you wince, knowing he’s right. you’ve been so caught up in college, in the chaos of sorority life, parties, and the constant buzz of new experiences, that you’ve lost touch with everything that once mattered. and now, forgetting his sister’s birthday feels like the final nail in the coffin.

the silence hangs heavily between you, suffocating and full of unspoken truths. you can’t even find an apology that would suit the sin.

he reaches over to the backseat, tossing his jacket over your cold body, his fingers brushing against your skin as he does. “you look stupid like this,” he mutters, his voice laced with something deeper than frustration.

“it’s fucking weird,” luigi continues. “i used to watch you, how effortlessly you picked things up, how eager and excited you were for everything.” he sighs, his gaze flickering to you for a moment, like he’s trying to see the version of you he once knew. “but now… now it’s like you’re someone else. all that potential, all that drive—it’s like you’ve buried it under all this nonsense. i don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“oh, come on, luigi,” you say, defensive. it felt weird to have him like this—so cruel, so suddenly. “i make one mistake and now you don’t recognize me?”

he tuts, then rolls his eyes. “don’t act fucking dense.”

“i’m sorry, okay?” you say, half-defeated. “you’re not exactly giving me a chance to explain.”

“an explanation isn’t good enough.”

“just because i forgot one day doesnt mean im not here,” you argue. “you’re the one left the fucking country!”

luigi almost laughs at the dead argument. “and you stayed and still couldn’t show up when it mattered. how’s that any better?”

“i didn’t forget on purpose!” you can feel your temperature rising. “i’ve just been swamped with everything, alright? it’s not like i don’t care.”

luigi’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “so that’s your excuse?” he says, his voice sharp. “too busy to remember my sister’s birthday, but not too busy for that stupid fucking boyfriend of yours?” he laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “god, you even joined that sorority for him, didn’t you?”

your face goes white and he takes it as confirmation. “fucking knew it. that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it? you’re too busy trying to be a penn girl, pretending like you fit in, just because he’s part of it. you’re so caught up in his world that you can’t even bother to remember the people who actually care about you.”

you’re cold underneath his judgement, almost speechless. almost. “this is why i didn’t want you finding out about him,” you truth.

“i was in a frat, y/n. i’ve seen girls like you before. weekends spent doing dumb shit like car washes for the sorority, all glittered up for spirit week like it’s some huge fucking accomplishment.” his anger cuts into you like a blade. “you're too fucking good for that.”

your heart is pounding now, and you feel your face flush with anger, embarrassment, and something else—deep, gnawing ache in your chest. your fingers tighten around the door handle. you can’t stand sitting here, suffocating under his judgment. without thinking, you yank the door open, trying to escape the weight of his accusations.

but before you can move, luigi’s hand shoots out, slamming the door shut. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore.” you say, trying to push down the panic rising in your chest. you don’t want to be here anymore. not in this car. not with him looking at you like you’re some stranger.

“you’re not getting out of this car, y/n.”

you don’t respond. instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt and shove the door open, stepping out of the car before he can stop you. it’s like your whole body is running on autopilot—everything inside you screaming to get away from the mess he’s created, from the mess inside you.

“y/n!” luigi’s voice cracks, rising in a panic as he stops the car and jumps out after you.

you are not turning around and getting into that car and letting him humiliate you. your hands shake as you pull out your phone, desperate for some relief, something to help you make sense of all this. the contact name lights up on your screen, and you hit call, needing your boyfriend now more than ever.

before you can even hear the first ring, a hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking your phone from your grasp. you whip your head around, heart pounding in your chest, only to find luigi, his jaw clenched tight and eyes burning with fury.

“what the hell are you doing?” you demand, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration. “give it back!”

but he doesn’t budge, holding your phone just out of reach. his voice is a low growl. “you’re fucking unbelievable. you’re seriously calling your boyfriend right now?” he’s glaring at you, his face hard with a mix of disbelief and something deeper you can’t quite place.

“you made your point, mangione!” you say. “clearly you already hate me, so i don’t see the point in sticking around for the ride. thanks for the reminder! see you around!”

“y/n, stop, i don’t hate you—“

“y/n? hello?” your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, confused, a little worried.

luigi straightens, his hand tightening around the phone as he holds it to his mouth. “she’s busy.” he tosses the phone back into his car, cutting off the call with a finality that makes your heart race in frustration.

he opens his mouth for another lecture but your hard heart won’t let him in anymore. you’re beyond annoyed. he can keep the fucking phone, for all you care, you really just needed a second. you try to turn away, but he’s too fast. he grabs your wrist, pulling you back, and you’re caught off guard by the force in his touch. the heat between you is unbearable now, and the intensity of it makes your mind race.

“let go of me!”

“no,” luigi snaps, his voice harsh but laced with something you can’t quite place. “you don’t walk away from me.”

“i can do whatever i want!”

“you’re sure about that?”

without warning, he pulls you toward him, and before you can fully process what’s happening, his lips are on yours. it’s rough, unexpected, and it throws you off balance. your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, you don’t know what to do.

your mind spins. this is worse than wrong. you shouldn’t be kissing him.

his grip on you is unyielding like the force of gravity, and you’re suffocating underneath the pressure, your confusion mixing with a strange, undeniable pull that makes your thoughts scatter. you pull away quickly, breathless and disoriented.

“luigi, no—stop,” you say, trying to regain your bearings, but your heart is still racing, your body still tingling from the kiss.

he doesn’t. he won’t.

his mouth is on yours again, aggressive and intent and so fucking mean. your balance is completely lost, your feet no longer sure of the ground beneath you. luigi doesn’t let up, his body pressing you into the side of his car and it’s like everything you knew about him is shifting, unraveling before your eyes.

when he pulls back, your chest heaves as if you’ve been starved for air. you try to summon another surge of pride, but luigi moves faster than your thoughts can catch. “lift up your legs,” he grumbles against your lips. you do. he carries you on him as he yanks open the door to the back seat, his hot breath hovering over your neck.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” luigi mutters into another sloppy kiss. “need me to teach you how to behave, yeah?”

desire and desperation muddle your better judgement. everytime you come up for air, you try to return to reason. “we shouldn’t—”

“let me,” he says. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

you shake your head as his warm hands grope and clutch at your cold nude. he was right—it was a stupid fucking outfit.

“relax,” luigi says, climbing over you, biting and sucking at your neck. you feel him between your legs, hardening. “you need me to teach you how to show you the ropes, don’t you? you need me, right, baby?”

“i have a boyfriend,” you whimper.

“doesn’t matter.” he says. “you belong to me.”

you’re in the corner of his car and there was no escape. luigi was all over you, grabbing, pulling, biting. “come on,” he beckons, coming in for another kiss. “make yourself useful, baby, i came all this way.” his fingers moving your bikini to the side and sliding his slender fingers into your aching clit. you quiver as he breaches your entrance.

“how often do you fuck him?” he asks, his two fingers digging into your core, storming your senses. the abruptness of the question made your nerves spike. there’s a certain amusement in his gaze, as if your misfortune is his greatest entertainment. “where? hm? hallways? dorms? in the shower, after his games, d’you spread your legs open to make him feel better about being a goddamn loser?” he’s intent on leaving your skin covered with evidence of him. he paints across your neck with his hot wet tongue, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. you whimper at the sensation. “you’d make a perfect fuckin’ trophy wife.”

“i didn’t—“ you truth, shaky and red. “we never…”

“god,” he moans. “good fuckin’ girl, saving yourself for me.”

your mind is hazy, though not completely lost. “you’re jealous? of him?”

“why would i be?” luigi asks, smug. he knows he has every damn right he every right to be—he feels your slick drooling out of you, your body quivering underneath him. “i’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

he reaches for his belt. you need this as much as he does. he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his shifty friction, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. no reason to be patient about this.

“someone’s gonna see,” you whine.

luigi laughs against your mouth. “go on then, show them what a perfect fuckin’ penn girl you are.”

you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.

your cunt glistens. you’re soaked.

“you’re unbelievable,” he grunts. “acting out because you couldn’t get any good dick?”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“just missed you, is all,” he murmurs.

you’d never expected him to be so big. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. you’re so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before you’re rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands. a grin etches at the edge of his lips when he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. “what, already, babe?” luigi teases, pretending his own release isn’t just moments away. “c’mon, that’s gotta be a new record.” you try to laugh, but he pushes the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens.

“you’re so big, luigi,” you choke out.

“i know, pretty girl, i know,” he tries to assure, though he’s too lost in his storm of pleasure to have the decency to slow down.

tears well up in your eyes as he buries his cock deeper into you. hot flashes of pain and pleasure overwhelm you; it’s a devastating spell of torment and sanctuary. “luigi,” you whine. “too much, i can’t—“

“you’re so fuckin’ tight.” luigi says. “fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

“i can’t, lu,” you whine. “you’re too big—”

“be a good girl,” he says. his cock bullies into your sensitivity. you swear you hear yourself snap in half. “let me fill you up, princess, let me make you mine.”

you’re a mess underneath him, whimpering and crying at the unfamiliar pleasure. something in the background begins to hum over and over and over until luigi glances over his shoulder. “your boyfriend’s calling,” he says. “you should answer, show him what a perfect slut you’re being for me.”

you run your head back and forth. “no? you don’t wanna do that for me?” he questions, eyebrow raising. he raises your body—closer,deeper—just to slap his hand against your ass. you jolt at the pain, shivering. “thought you were being good.”

“luigi,” you cry. “it hurts.”

“fuck,” he moans. he can’t help but slap your ass again. “you gotta make it up to me, y/n. you gotta let me come inside you.”

“lu, wait—“ you begin weakly, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap.

“jus’ like that, baby, all mine,” he growls into your skin. you feel him smile against your neck as he marks it up. “i should visit home more often, yeah?”

“lu, please,” you moan.

“tell me who you belong to.”

“you, luigi. i belong to you.” you cry out as you convulse around luigi’s cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes luigi dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.

aside from the sound of your breathing, the car falls into a complicated silence, the windows clouded, blurring the world outside like some unspoken secret. your heart races as you both sit there, dazed, caught between confusion and something deeper. the empty neighborhood feels almost dreamlike, a quiet refuge for a moment too fragile to face the world. silently, you’re grateful for the solitude, for the way it shields you both.

“relax,” luigi mutters, his voice cutting through the haze. “this whole street was bought up by some real estate asshole. prices went sky-high, and no one took the bait.”

you glance at him, startled by the sudden softness in his tone. “is that true?”

luigi doesn’t answer right away. instead, he reaches over to the passenger seat, grabbing your phone. the motion is deliberate, almost taunting, as if he’s enjoying how unsteady you’ve become.

he tosses the phone onto your lap, the thud startling in the heavy air. “penn daily did a piece on it” he says, his voice low but cutting. “you can look it up after you break up with your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen, and you grab the phone quickly, clutching it as if it could ground you. “god, can you stop bringing him up for two seconds?”

“why?” he retorts, leaning back against his seat with a knowing smirk. “you brought him into this when you started dating the guy who shows you off to frat row and makes you fake-smile your way through glitter car washes.”

“he wasn’t even at the car wash this time,” you mutter, frustration bubbling up.

“too busy setting up karaoke night? are we going to that?”

“no.”

“my sister would probably love it,” he points out playfully. “and i know you didn’t get her a present.”

you roll your eyes, trying to avoid the guilt that wells up. “don’t remind me.”

“don’t be a brat,” he retorts, his voice firm but not unkind.

“I’m not being a brat,” you snap back, but there’s a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

“yeah, you are,” he says, his voice softening just a little. “but we’ll deal with that later.”

he glances over at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. turning your gaze to the window, avoiding his eyes. god, how were you meant to recover from this? another silence encapthres you and the awful spell of awkwardness washes over you both. until—

“you know i could never hate you, right?”

“hm?”

“you said earlier i made up my mind about you,” he murmurs, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes it impossible to look away. “i have… but not in the way you think.”

your breath catches, his words pulling at something deep inside you. “then how?”

“i’ve always liked you,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “hated seeing you go. hated the idea of you at college with some asshole who doesn’t see you the way i do.”

your heart skips, his words unraveling every doubt you’ve ever had. “and how do you see me?” you ask, barely finding your voice.

he leans closer, his gaze unwavering. “as everything.”

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greengoblinswifey · 23 days ago

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Counsel and the Accused—Luigi Mangione x Lawyer!Reader

summary— You’re a lawyer defending Luigi Mangione, a charming man accused of murdering a high-profile CEO. As you work closely on his case, a forbidden attraction grows between you, leading to passion that blurs the lines between duty and desire. Based on this request.

warnings— choking, praise kink, prison quickie, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— You guys were at my neck for more Luigi content so enjoy <3 FREE HIM!

You entered the prison’s meeting room, the door clicking shut behind you. Luigi Mangione was sitting there, his frame stretched out in the chair, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. The CEO murder suspect had a way of commanding attention, even in a place like this.

His smirk spread when you walked in. “I didn’t expect you so early, Ms. Y/L/N.” The way he said it, smooth and casual, sent a shiver down your spine, though you weren’t about to let him see it.

You placed your briefcase on the table, taking a seat across from him. “We need to focus on your defense, Luigi,” you said, trying to sound composed. “You’re facing serious charges. I’m not here for small talk.”

His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Is that really why you’re here, though?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze intense. “Or is there something else? You come in here, all professional, but I can see the way you look at me. I can feel it.”

He was always so flirty with you despite the place and conditions he was in. It was like when you were around, nothing else mattered.

You held his stare, refusing to back down. “I’m here to do my job. That’s all.”

Luigi chuckled, his signature smirk widening as he leaned closer. “Maybe, but if you were really just here to do your job, you wouldn’t be biting your lip right now. That’s not very professional, is it?”

Your breath caught, but you refused to let him win. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I?” His voice dropped, the words sending a delicious thrill down your spine. “I know you’re curious. Maybe more than you’d like to admit. And it’s not just my case you’re interested in, is it?”

You scoffed, trying to maintain control. “You think you can just distract me like that? You’re wrong, Mangione. This is about your future, not whatever you think this is.”

Luigi smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made your heart race. “I don’t think it’s just me who’s distracted, though.” He reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours lightly. “I think you’re just as interested in me as I am in you. It’s alright to admit it, sweetheart. I’m good at reading people.”

You didn’t pull your hand away, despite the heat pooling in your chest. His touch sent a thrill through you, and despite every logical thought screaming at you to stay focused, you found yourself leaning closer. “You’re full of yourself,” you murmured, though it came out softer than you intended.

“Maybe,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerously smooth, “But I’m not wrong, am I?”

There was a beat of silence. The air between you two felt charged with unspoken words. His gaze dipped to your lips for just a moment before flicking back up to your eyes. “I think you want this as much as I do. And if I’m wrong, well, you can always walk out.” His challenge was clear, daring you to take the next step.

You were trembling slightly, fighting the undeniable pull between you. Finally, the tension cracked, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a heated, desperate kiss. It was fierce, hungry, as if you both had been holding back for too long.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, pulling you closer, making it impossible to think about anything but him. Your breath mingled as the kiss became more urgent, the room spinning around you both.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you couldn’t help but smirk. “You got what you wanted.”

Luigi's eyes gleamed, still holding you close. “Maybe,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, “but I think I want more.”

“Then it’ll have to be quick and worth both our while.” Your lips hovered just above his as you spoke, the closeness sending a thrill through you.

You met his gaze, feeling the heat of the moment. “You’re right, wouldn’t want us to get in any trouble,” he replied, your voice steady. Luigi’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with that familiar confidence. “I can work with that.” His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as he moved with an urgency that matched the tension in the room.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he had moved swiftly, lifting you and guiding you onto the desk. The change in position caught you off guard, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of it.

His voice was low, but there was a softness to it, a contrast to the intensity of the moment. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, a reassuring tone in his voice. “You’re so beautiful.” His words sent a rush of warmth through you, a reminder that despite the charged energy between you, there was a tenderness to his touch.

His eyes locked in yours, the air filled with lust as he rode your skirt up and shifted your thong. He smirked looking down at the laced adorned fabric then lifted his gaze back to yours. His soft fingers collected your wetness, spreading it across your pussy then settling on your clit as he rubbed slow circles, preparing you to take his cock.

“You’re so wet, not to professional of you is it?” he whispered, voice husky.

“No teasing, Luigi,” you muttered, your breath ragged.

He pulled down the bottoms of his orange jumpsuit then his boxers went next, revealing a thick, hard cock. He was long, too, surely to hit all the right places and fill you up just right.

“Like what you see, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, cockily.

“I think I’d much rather feel it,” you retorted.

You held onto the desk, the rhythm of your breathing matching his, as he positioned the leaking tip of his cock against your pussy. He slowly pushed into you, your walls twitching around him as he filled you up, making you feel every inch and vein. He was so thick, the stretch practically burning as he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size. Luigi was strikingly handsome, it was no surprise he had the package to match.

Luigi moved with purpose, careful yet insistent, and his words followed, each one laced with encouragement. “That’s it, just like that, take my cock inside that tight pussy.”

You moaned quietly, hands moving to his biceps as he rolled his hips to meet yours. Looking down, you stared briefly at his cock only half way moving inside you. He couldn’t even fit all of him in yet you still felt so full.

A hand snaking around your throat snapped you out of your thoughts. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

Adhering to his command, your gaze fixated on his as he pounded into you. The lust and pure ferocity in his eyes made your pussy flutter and he gripped your neck tighter to ground himself.

“You feel so fucking perfect. I knew I would have you like this since the moment I saw you. I knew you needed good fuck,” he muttered.

Your jaw fell agape in response, breathy gasps and moans leaving it as he repeatedly slammed into your g spot.

“Oh baby, you grip my dick so tight when I slam against your g spot like that. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he said.

His pace increased and the desk rocked as he helped you chase your orgasm and soon he felt your body convulse underneath his touch. His lips crashed against yours, stifling loud moans as your orgasm ripped through you like a sharp knife. He slowly pulled out and you squirted on his cock and his orange jumpsuit, your pussy practically gushing like a fountain.

“Fucking hell, you really needed this didn’t you baby? I know you did, I could see it in your eyes. How much you needed to be fucked good,” he murmured.

He wasn’t finished with you yet though. With his hand snaked around your neck, he pushed you flat onto the hard desk and thrusted harshly inside you. This time, every inch of his cock filled you up, the tight fit making you squirm underneath him.

“You can take it. You’re a good girl aren’t you?” he asked. You nodded frantically, a small pout on your lips as if begging him to move but slowly.

He began slamming into you harshly, the desk creaking underneath you and your braids that were once in a bun now lay messy framing your face as you lay on the desk at your client’s mercy. What would the officers think if they saw you like this? The public? The media? Deep down though, you didn’t care.

If anything, you’d want them to see you like this. You’d want the whole world to see Luigi fucking you like the slut you were. You’d want the world to see his hand around your neck stopping your breath as his cock practically brushed your cervix. And you’d especially want those little fan girls to see that Luigi Mangione belonged to you and you were the only girl he would be fucking.

You spread your legs even wider, giving him a clear view of your pussy as he pounded into you, the sound of squelching the best thing he had heard all those weeks being in prison.

“You’re so wet, so fucking beautiful, taking me so well,” he praised.

He lifted a foot onto the desk, angling his big cock even deeper and you knew you were about to cum again.

“Shit baby, cum with me, squirt on my cock while I cum inside you. Now,” he growled, cock throbbing inside your walls.

Your back arched from the desk as another intense orgasm took ahold of you and you squirted on his cock once more. His cum filled you up, your pussy juices spurting it out after, creating a large wet patch on his jumpsuit.

He hovered on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as the weight of the moment settled. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, “I knew you could handle my cock. You did so well for me.”

The air between you and Luigi was still charged, though the intensity had softened into something warmer, gentler. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a clean cloth, and his movements were slow, as if he wanted to savor the quiet moment.

“Let me take care of you,” he said softly, his voice low but tender as he carefully cleaned you up. His touch was light, and when he finished, he cupped your cheek with his hand.

You looked up at him, still catching your breath, and he smiled faintly, brushing a braid behind your ear. Then, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, the gesture so unexpected that it sent a wave of warmth straight to your chest.

“You okay?” he asked, his thumb grazing your cheek in a way that felt more intimate than anything else that had happened.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m fine.”

There was a beat of silence before you adjusted your position, sitting straighter on the desk. With a playful grin, you met his eyes. “Now,” you said, smoothing your skirt back into place, “to discuss the severity of your charges.”

Luigi chuckled, leaning back slightly but not stepping too far away. The smirk on his lips was both familiar and maddening. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

Before you could retort, he leaned back in, catching your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, softer, his hand rested on your waist, anchoring you to him, and when he finally pulled back, he whispered, “For the record, you’re even better than I imagined.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. “Let’s keep this professional from here on out, Mangione.”

His smirk only widened. “Whatever you say, Counselor.”