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“Quaaludes?” Luigi questions, holding the zip block bag of pills in his hands, “where the hell did you even get this?”
“Don’t ask,” you reply, wanting to leave out the details of bribing your sketchy roommate who happens to be majoring in chemistry.
Luigi takes a pill in his hand, inspecting it with raised eyebrows. “How old are these anyways?”
“They’re from India I think. They still make them there y’know.”
Luigi cocks his head, giving you a side-eye. “Of course I know that. Still thought I would ask.” He rubs the pill in between his fingers, begetting a brief sigh. “Do I even want to know what you plan to do with these?” He’s staring at you intently, his thick eyebrows knitted together above his piercing brown gaze.
You blush, feeling all the blood run cold in your veins, your body stiffening. “I was hoping you could-“
“You want me to spike your drink with this tonight,” he says plainly.
“I- how’d you know?”
“Mio Caro, I fucked you while you were sleeping last week. I figured you’d want to… take it to the next level eventually.”
You open your mouth to say something, but no words manage to come out, leaving you jaw-slacked and speechless as Luigi shakes his head.
“You know this is incredibly dangerous, right?”
“Is that a no, then?”
He stares at you, a small smirk appearing across his face. “I didn’t say that.”
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The music of Calvin Harris blasts through your ears as the smell of sweat fills the humid air. You’re slumped next to Luigi on the couch, flailed across his lap, nursing your fourth solo cup of Pink Whitney. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling the effects; the room feels dizzy around you, the various bodies in conversation a huge blur of slow-moving figures. You take a large swig of your drink, finishing it in a fluid motion and tossing the red solo cup onto the sticky floor below.
Luigi strokes your hair, shifting his weight under you. He is unmistakably hard; his erection shifts between your legs as his other hand gropes your ass sneakily, his lips kissing the side of your neck.
“Luuuuu-“ you protest slightly, your words coming out slurred.
“Shhh, it’s okay baby,” he whispers into your ear, grinding ever so slightly against you.
Your body turns to rubber as you go limp on top of him. You close your eyes as you feel every muscle sinking into the equivalent of a warm bath, your arms and legs twinging with numbness.
“Feeling off?” He whispers teasingly into your ear.
You just nod, your mouth feeling as slacked as the rest of your body. You stare back at Luigi, the astigmatism from the various fairy lights making him look like an angelic, blurred figure.
Even through your drugged haze, however, you could see his eyes were unbridled with lust. You felt his erection grind against your ass, his fingers dragging lazily along the curves of your hips. His lips continue to run against your neck, his breath shaky as he sucks gently against your nape.
“Us tares,” you murmur, your words slurred and incomprehensible
“Upstairs, hmm?” he whispers as you feel him grin devilishly against your ear.
He suddenly lifts you up bridal style in a fluid motion, and your body feels like it’s levitating. You watch yourself swerve through the sea of sweaty bodies, Luigi apologizing profusely as he moves through the crowd:
“ ‘scuse me”
“Sorry”
“Yeah she’s okay man, just going to take her upstairs for a little bit.”
“Need to get through”
You hear the sound of wooden stairs clank beneath his giant stomping feet, the yellow light of the hallway illuminating you as the music becomes muffled. A door clicks open, and you feel your body slowly being lifted onto Luigi’s twin bed.
He towers over you, his hand slowly lifting up your arm, which falls down with a dull “thud” against the mattress.
“You can’t feel a thing, can you baby?”
You just nod, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through your body. Luigi looks at you like a predator about to strike against its cornered prey, his darkened eyes pouring into yours with indescribable intensity. He’s biting his lip, his hands rubbing against your cheek like he’s wiping away invisible tears.
“I could do anything to you,” he says, shifting his body on top of yours. You look into his eyes and see straight fire, no hint of mercy in sight.
His lips collide against yours, prying them open with his tongue as he slides it down your throat. You let out a moan, unable to physically resist as he grinds his erection against your center.
“Can’t move a muscle,” he moans, his teeth gently toying with your earlobe, “those GABA receptors in your brain are in overdrive right now, inhibiting your nerve cells from firing. In other words, you’re a perfect fuck doll, mi amor,” he explains, and you’re practically dripping from his sexy nerdism.
His hands move down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt as he lifts you slightly, adjusting your position. You watch him move your arms above your head as he yanks off your tank top with the other, his eyes transfixed on your now-exposed breasts.
He takes one in your mouth, sucking relentlessly, his teeth biting your hardening nipple. You wince in pain, which earns a dark chuckle from him as he clamps down even harsher.
Tears prick your eyes as he kisses between your breasts, his mouth pulling against your skin, leaving a firm red bruise. He continues his assault on your body as he moves down your chest. You hiss as he sucks and bites your skin, covering you in red welts.
“Gonna let everyone at this party know who you belong to, pretty girl.”
He stops once he gets to your center, pulling your legs against his chest. He muffles a string of curses as he pulls your pants and underwear off, struggling slightly with your dull appendages.
He looks over your stark naked body, as if admiring a renaissance figure carved from marble. His expression softens, and you forget for a second about the situation as his eyes gaze into yours with adoration. Slowly, he leans downward, planting a kiss on each inner thigh. “My capolavoro,” he mutters between your legs, gradually spreading them apart.
Your legs fall to each side like jello, offering no resistance as he dives headfirst into your cunt. His nose rubs against your clit as you feel his tongue slip in between your folds, lapping against them and sucking your juices.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs into you. You feel yourself getting wetter beneath him, your hips desperately struggling to buck across his face. All that happens is a pathetic attempt to shift your muscles, which feels like they weigh a thousand pounds each. You huff from desperation, making Luigi look up at you, smiling deviously.
“Pathetic,” he says huskily, “your body only listens to me now.”
He dives back into your pussy, his tongue running circles across your clit like a man starved. You feel yourself getting close, internally teetering on the edge as your body laid motionless on the bed.
You moan loudly as you cum against his
face, tingles running up and down your body, your cunt gushing with juices upon his visage.
In response, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. You taste yourself as he shoves his tongue down your throat. He explores every crevice of your mouth, massaging your tongue with his as your mouth stays slacked, open obediently against his.
He quickly moves to take off his jeans and boxers, showcasing his large erection. It’s thick and pulsating, hard and pink under the lighting of his bedside lamp. He pumps himself a few times, spreading the precum over his cock, looking down at you while he does it.
“I’m going to take you now,” he says with a grin, “and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just sit there for me like a pretty little troia.”
He spreads your legs effortlessly, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. You whimper, desperate for contact, which earns a rough tug of your hair, a stinging sensation running through your scalp. You feel his hand grip roughly onto your hip as you meet eyes with his. His eyebrows are furred in unwavering need, his pupils wide and animalistic as he buries himself inside of you.
“You take my cock so effortlessly like this,” he observes, and it’s true: you feel your body’s natural resistance almost extinct, your cunt taking him in smoothly, obediently. With a fluid motion, he sheathes himself completely inside you. You feel every inch of his hard length throbbing within you, stretching you out yet fitting you like a glove simultaneously.
He starts to move, slamming his cock inside of you brutally at a quickened pace.
You moan, your eyes involuntarily rolling back at the sensation of Luigi filling you up over and over again. His hands roughly grope your breasts as he shifts his position slightly; you feel him roughly squeeze them as he fucks himself into you, moaning loudly as he hits your g-spot.
“Fuuck,” he groans,”I love seeing you pathetic like this. Completely at my mercy.” He continues his relentless assault on your pussy, chasing his own high as he picks up his pace, slamming himself into you again and again.
“You like being used like a ragdoll- fuck- taking my whole fucking cock like the drugged up slut you are,” he rambles out, “I should have drugged you sooner if I knew your pussy would feel this fucking great, taking me in so easily.”
You watch his frame go rigid as he takes in shaky breaths, his orgasm soon impending upon him. Your own body begins to tingle, a warm sensation pouring from your core, spreading throughout your body.
“I’m going to cum,” you tell him.
“Come for me angel,” he grunts in response, tightening his grip on your hip as he thrusts deeply into you, hitting all the right notes inside you.
Your orgasm feels different this time; there’s not a tightening then spasming of your muscles, or an arching of your body around his length. Instead, there’s warmth and euphoria, the numbed tingling sensation in your body spreading from your head to your toes, wracking you in wave after wave. You moan in bliss as you climax, feeling fuzzy and slightly dizzy as you close your eyes and let go, giving into the pleasure surrounding you like a cocoon.
“Fuck,” he groans, spasming inside you as your insides are painted white. He breathes in deep, tightening his grip around you as he takes you in his arms, thrusting slowly within you as you take every last drop of his seed.
You stare back at each other, both of you shocked by the intensity of your orgasms. He gives you a chaste peck on the lips before collapsing along side you, holding you tightly in his arms as he brings your head to rest against his chest.
You feel the downer effects of the drug kick in with your post-coital bliss, a drowsy snugness overtaking every bone in your body.
“Luigi, I’m about to doze off,” you tell him, feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second.
He runs his fingers down your back, his other hand playing with your hair as he kisses your forehead. “I got you, princess,” he whispers into your ear as your eyes flutter shut against his chest.
You lull into a state of unconsciousness as his strong arms grip tighter around you, feeling safe and loved as you slip off into sleep.