Mario X Reader

Mario

(Y/N POV)

Mario, the man of everyone's dreams—I saw him one day in the halls of my school. We even made eye contact! He just recently fixed the first floor women's bathrooms, so I headed to the second. I wanted to meet him. Mario Mario was born on October 11, 1964, and is as tall as 5'1". I believe it was my destiny to see him on that promising day. The bathroom was locked when I arrived, so I broke the door open, stripped myself of my clothes, and waited patiently for his arrival. I heard jingling at the door, and I could feel myself needing him more than ever. Then I saw him—the man of my dreams—and I was practically dripping.

(Mario POV)

After repairing the first-floor girls bathroom and cleaning my mess, I headed to the staircase to the second floor. I glanced around, taking in the sights of what I once saw so long ago, or maybe just a year ago. As I was doing this, I saw her, a senior with long, silky (h/c) hair and glistening (e/c) eyes. She was something I could only imagine, and I wondered how I'd never noticed her before. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine with a smile. She looked away and headed up the stairs; my eyes followed her until she turned the corner to get to the nearest flight of stairs. I was in awe; I've never seen a creature so beautiful. At that moment, I forgot my task and stood there. I wanted to follow her, see where she would go, learn her name, her favorite color, and the color down below. I went up the same flight of stairs to get to the second floor because I needed to fix the girls bathroom. When I arrived, I noticed the poor condition of the door; it almost looked like the entire thing was broken off the hinges. The door was stuck and the door knob was unmoving. Once I got the door open, I saw her. Naked. Her body, her clothes in a pile beside her, and water spewing from a nearby sink I was instantly aroused. The curves of her body, her large, succulent breasts She was amazing. I dropped my red, steel toolbox while I was in a moment of awe. I stepped forward, reached for her hips, and leaned in for a kiss.

(Y/N POV)

He grabbed my hips and kissed me with force. I could feel his erection on my thigh when he pulled me close. My petite 4'5" body was engulfed in his large size. We were so close; we both wanted each other. He tore his shirt off while I worked on his pants. I could tell he was in a rush. Once he was done stripping, he shoved me to the floor and stuck his member inside of me with tremendous force. His size was immense—almost 6 inches. I couldn't handle the entire size. He continued to ram inside of me; moans filled the bathroom, and both of us reached our breaking point. We were so loud, we couldn't hear the fiddling with the door. We reached our peak; his thrusts slowed, my words slurred, and my insides filled. Once we both emptied ourselves, we heard it—the fiddling at the door. We looked towards the door in a panic. The door swung, and there stood a skinny man in green.