could i lock in your love?

YES! WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HIS BELLY!?

a Black teen being chased down by a group of white boys who were known to have violent tendencies so much so that the cheerleaders of their own school wrote an open letter to their principal about it would pull out a knife in an altercation.

squirting

coming just from him touching ur boobs

coming multiple times in a row

:O

WARNINGS: nsfw, minors dni, intended age gap (both over 18), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 🥰🥰

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a little headcannon thing but now it's this, also shoutout to everyone who helped me understand what i was writing LOL we see lulu tomorrow yayay!!!

WC: 1.7k

His touch was so gentle, but you knew too well what Luigi was capable of. He was this sweet and caring man, but he was an absolute freak deep down. You didn't just know it, you've experienced it firsthand. He wasn't shy, the first time you had sex — in fact he was very open about his desires, what he wants to get out of you, and the only thing that mattered to him right then was giving you the night of your life. He didn't fail. You were well aware of boring sex, you ex-boyfriend was a walking example of not knowing how to pleasure a woman.

Luigi though? That was another story. The same guy holding the door for you and bringing you flowers every week was the same one absolutely obliterating you in bed. It's not that the man was experienced, he was educated.

His large hand traced up your side, even though you were engrossed in whatever book it was you were reading, Luigi was engrossed with you. Maybe you were trying to tease him with the blue, mesh, lace you were wearing. You'd been staying at his apartment for a bit. He loved it, he wanted to marry you so bad already. Imagining you as his pretty wife, his girl, your husband.

Despite him being older than you, he acted like a kid sometimes. Like right now, he sat his stubbled-chin on your shoulder, batting his ridiculously long lashes at you; signaling he wanted something. You close your book slightly, enough to see his face in full. "What's up, Lu?" He smiles crookedly.

"Just admirin' you darling." He says. You place your bookmark in between the pages and sit it at your side. "Yeah? Well, you're making that face you do when you want something." You reply, a small flush grows on his cheeks. "You know me so well." He says simply before putting your book on the nightstand and climbing over you. He leans down and pecks your lips — but you know what's coming.

As suspected, his kisses trailed down to the valley of your breasts, tugging the neckline of your lingerie just enough he could create a mark of his own on your beautiful mounds, his hands so warm and calloused, grope at your boobs for a bit; maybe too long. You squirmed, your nose scrunched slightly as you pressed your thighs together. Luigi watches you intently, intrigued by what he's seeing.

"Baby..." He cooed, kissing behind your ear softly. "Does that feel good?" You mumble something and nod, his hands massage more. Something about this, you felt safe, but you felt excited. Like he was already fucking you and you were going to finish any second. His head tilts when you moan, but not the moans you made when you had sex, no. This was different. "So sensitive already, aren't you?"

Whatever it was, it was making his dick hard and he had to see it through. So he did. He leaned down and softly sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and gently nipped at it, making you squeal. He groaned, huffing through his nose and grasping your hips, he lets off your breasts for a bit while he gently nudges his thumb against your pussy through the thin fabric your matching panties. He was murmuring dirty sweet nothings, distracting you a little while he slid his hand under your shorts and flicked a finger along your slit. "Good girl — you're all wet for me." He says, quietly.

Between the touches to your breasts and the little flicks along your wetness, you were a goner. His hands and mouth continued at your tits, you couldn't take it. When you came — just from having your breasts played with, Luigi moaned. Out loud.

With that, you trembled, while one hand pulls down your panties, the other rubs a circle around your entrance, making you jump. he loves when you whine, his large fingers rest in a loop of rubbing the outside of your hole — just to keep you on the edge. Your hips arch instinctively, and finally after a few pleas; he pushes one finger into your aching hole. You gasped as he slowly eased into pumping his long middle finger into you. Again, and again...

"May I?" He whispers, wanting to add another finger, just to stretch you out. When you agreed he eagerly, but carefully poked his right ring finger in you. The whimper that left your lips sounded like an angel's cry.

"Fucking hell, bella." He whispers, kissing your tummy lightly before he continues pumping the two in you, slowly at first, but as the minutes passed he got more confident and began quickening the pace. He took in your sounds, your expressions, how your body jerked back, or arched into his hand. He smacks your thigh, then gently pushes your legs towards your chest, making you hold them in place so he could focus on finger-fucking you. "There we go," his voice is somehow so dark, yet so soothing to hear, you gush at his words and how gentle he is. "Deep breath." He instructs before curling his fingers enough it tickles the one spot he knows drives you.

Your squeeze your eyes shut, until his hand takes your chin and he murmurs, "Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me while I ruin you." You do as he says of course, cause sometimes he would deliberately drag it out to torture you. Or to please you? Who knew. His dark eyes gaze into yours, watching how your pupils dilate every time his finger rub your g-spot so perfectly. And God the way you moaned, he couldn't help himself but pump his fingers a bit faster.

And faster.

Maybe too fast.

He couldn't stop himself, not with the way you were shaking beneath him and how much control he had in the moment, you were a ticking time bomb and he really wanted to make you explode. "Babygirl," his voice, there's something about it, animalistic almost as he curls and uncurls his fingers, trying to get it out of you. "How're you feeling?" He murmurs.

"Hurts, hurts... good." You whimper, he just nods approvingly, "I know that's right."

"I'm so close?" But it wasn't a statement rather than not too sure if it was that; or maybe you just needed to pee. Luigi tilts his head and smiles, "You don't sound certain about that, sweetheart." You swallow hard and he cups your jaw with his free hand, slowly moving it down to massage your breast, that was the breaking point. Between his quick-paced-pumping and the tension of him using your boob as a built-in stress ball, you couldn't handle it. "Lu, please, I'm gonna—mmh." He smirks.

"Gonna what, pretty girl?" He leans down to kiss your lips, savoring the moment where he has you all twisted up and flustered like this. "Gotta use your words, you know?" You just gasp, it's all you can do when it hits you. You squirt, and it's the first time you've ever done that.

What happened leaves you almost embarrassed, it was unexpected and left you a bit breathless, Luigi's fingers pushed through the storm until you were left panting for him to stop. Then he smiles down at you, he can't help but chuckle. "Damn, baby. Now my sheets are soaked." You blush, covering your face with your hands, "Oh god, I've never done that... Sorry-"

"No?" He leans down to kiss your collarbones, moving you hands aside. "You've never squirted before?" You shake your head and his grin is taunting and cheeky, "Don't apologize, that was so sexy, my love." He whispers into your ear, peppering kisses against it. His hand slides down your tummy, and back between your legs, making you jump. You were still so sensitive, every brush made you twitch. "Lu." You cooed. He hums and begins softly circling your clit, just at random to make you squirm. "Oh, fuck..."

"Yeah, baby..." His finger starts slow, drawing you out from the mess he just made of you, his eyes glimmer with lust and love as he tries to get another rush out of you. His finger rubs quicker, making your back arch up against his palm, it's filthy the way he has you making noise — but he doesn't care. He loves the sounds coming from you, he just made you squirt for the first time and now he's overstimulating you so torturously. You got so lost in the pleasures, you didn't realize until you were whining about cumming. Luigi was so proud of himself, he couldn't help it.

He swipes up your juices and brings his finger to his mouth, sucking them clean. "You know," he starts, wiping his hand on the sheets. "I cannot get enough of you, my love." He murmurs, kissing you. There was a moment of purity, but it didn't last long when he started pushing down his boxers. It wasn't over until he knew you couldn't take it anymore.

He groaned once his cock was exposed to the air, he slides it up your slit, making you whimper. Your nose scrunching so adorably, he loved that. Then little by little, he nudged his tip inside you, working his way in. "Oh, my god." He mumbles, lightly thrusting. He knew you could take it. You always did.

"My sweet girl, you're so beautiful." He says softly, his hips begin to pound gently into you. Your moans filled the room, your hands grasping and clawing at his shoulders, making him wince in the best way. He swallows as he moves a bit faster, knowing he had been ready to cum since he pulled your panties down. "Dammit, babe. I'm close. Do you feel that? It hasn't even been five minutes. Look what you do to me." He says, a gruff tone but still sweet.

Suddenly, he releases in you, no hesitation, no warning. But it didn't phase you, it was the best feeling in the world. "Yes," he moans, sloppily thrusting a bit more just to keep it in you. "My sweet baby girl." He says, muffled by the mattress as his body envelops you when he collapses.

"That was amazing, Lu."

"Was it?"

You nod.

"Good... Good."

You sit in silence, taking in one another's body heat and the passion of the events that took place. "So, sweetheart," he whispers.

"Yes?"

"You wanna go again?"

beauty is you.

beauty is the way you speak to yourself.

beauty is the light you carry.

beauty is how you care for yourself.

beauty is the courage it takes to be yourself.

beauty is the way you love and respect yourself.

beauty is simply you.

don't do this. don't use genAI. even if your professors give you permission. even if they ask for it or suggest it. if they do anything short of directly requiring it (and I weep, because I've already seen assignments that require it) don't touch that crap. if they do require it, stick it to them. be as maliciously compliant as possible. be a nightmare.

I know it might sound easier right now -- just plug in your assignment and get the answers. you don't care about this class anyway, it's not for your major, you don't see the value of the assignment.

but for your own sake, for the sake of your education and mind, and for the sake of the future world we want to have: learn the stuff. you are not as stupid as the corporate bizzaro kings who want to rule the world think you are, so don't give them reasons to believe it.

and odds are good genAI is gonna give you corrupted info anyway -- more and moreso as the machines cannibalize themselves.