Novel & Cerita Luigi X Reader

I discreetly sought help from Luigi behind the guy, but he also appeared troubled, rubbing his nose with his eyes closed. The man focused on me and said, "Well, well, who do we have here?" Luigi replied, "She's with me. Anything you want?" The man grinned, revealing a mischievous smile. "Who are you? His new girl?" he asked, seemingly ignoring Luigi. His question is straightforward and easy to answer, but it doesn't sit well with me. It's annoying. Am I his new girl? What does he mean by that? It seems like he's trying to portray Luigi as a womanizer, even though he doesn't look like one. I can't picture Luigi playing with fire. He's mature and has plans to settle down, so it's unlikely that

he whispered, pressing a kiss to my jaw. I forced myself to breathe as his finger pressed into me, slow and careful. But before he could push further, I gasped, my hands tightening around his shoulders. “Luca…” My voice trembled. “I’ve never…” He lifted his head, waiting for me to complete my words. I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking against his skin. “I’ve never had sex,” I admitted. Luca didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. Seconds passed between us, thick with something I couldn’t quite understand.

Lucia. I hesitated at the request, a flush crawling up my neck even after the confidence I'd displayed, even after everything we’d done tonight. “Hunter, I’m… I don’t want to smother you.” He laughed quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Smother me. I want to drown in you.” His hands gripped my hips tighter, digging into my flesh with his fingers as he pulled me forward with no room for argument. I let him guide me, my knees sliding on either side of his head as I lowered myself slowly until my pussy hovered just above his mouth.

I hold my hand under my chin, not knowing if I should answer the question or not. Mister Gustave is biting his lower lip as he nods at me. "You can answer the question, Luther." "Yes," it comes out as a painful squeak. "I'm pretty bad at reading body language and the rest, but I think he did hit on me." Claire's eyes swell with tears, her head raises to look at the ceiling, and she starts to curse out loudly in her native language. Her throat ripples painfully, and the veins pop out as she fights her emotions.