#I need the fic so baddd !!

[shewantsvengeance]

PLEASE PLEAAASE don’t say a fic is slow burn if the characters are fucking on chapter THREE omg I need REAL slow burn, the agonising one, slow burn so slow you think they’ll never end up together ‼️‼️ slow burn where the TENSION is building up so BAD the eye contact is as good as smut PLEASE

[nottoonedin]

"AU where Ivan is alive" this "Fic where Ivan and Till are saved by the Rebels" that..

Where are all the fics where Sua is alive/saved by the rebels with Mizi? ¿Dónde? ¿Dónde están??

[orcelito]

YEAH...

[moaachi]

KAISHIN OMEGAVERSE AU where Kaito's pheromones smell like CLOVER

(Sowwy this idea just popped up in my head )

Let's see let's see hmmmm what smell should we make for shinichi's pheromones. Coffee?since he like ice coffee Or maybe lemon? Since he also like lemon pie ughh I'm kinda lost with this one

for the story my idea is:

High school detective kudo shinichi (alpha) trun into omega after taking a unknow drug from bad guys dressed in black (he dun shrunk and theres no conan in this AU)

Anddd imma gonna skip everything and jump to the point where in a certain heist shinichi got into heat out of nowhere even tho he's not in his heat cycle and he took medicine properly and yet the moment he meet kaito he suddenly got into heat—And that's when they both know that– they've finally meet their fated pair but not under favourable condition when one is a phantom theif and one is a detective.They both tried to deny their fate as fated pair but in the end they just can't, when they're alone they just cant resist to each other*Insert dramatic narration*

idk anymore for the rest so just let your imagination go wild;) that's all

[jtbb]

tummy hurt disorder

[mcrdvcks]

first of all this:

The warmth of him above you is gone, but he’s not far. He’s leaning over to his bedside table, turning your teddy bear away from you two. “He doesn’t need to see this,” he says all seriously, and you giggle.

ahhhhh!!! so cute, had me giggling and kicking my feet

i also just love the giggly, happy, loving sex, i don't think it's done enough and you did it absolutely perfectly <3

Over Each Other [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x female!reader

summary: Logan and you are just friends – you have a boyfriend, after all. But sometimes when you and your boyfriend are arguing, Logan listens and jerks off to it. He knows you two will break up soon, and he’s just finding ways to patiently pass the time until you can be his. Until one night, you’ve fought your final argument with your boyfriend and are in need of some comfort that Logan is more than happy to provide.

warnings: smut 18+ like this is more sexual and less fluffy (or angsty) than the summary sounds tbh (m masturbation, oral sex f receiving, unprotected piv, creampie, Logan calls reader princess, good girl, bub, baby), kinda toxic i mean you read the summary but still a sweet fic, reader is vulnerable so Logan could be seen to be taking advantage of her so don’t read if you don’t like, excuse the dramatic title and a few lines (from Linkin Park’s Over Each Other) because this is also me working through some feelings lmao, this is obviously not at aaalllll a realistic depiction of healing from a break-up lol (although I sincerely believe it would work with Logan..), X-Mansion era

note: not the fic I was expecting to be my first fic in over a month but my heart needed this so here you go <3 i also only proofread once so lmk if there are any atrocious typos lmao | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons

word count: 3.9k oops wth 

Logan knows he’s a bad man. He’s killed people, innocent people, committed countless crimes, done more evil things than he can ever remember. But now he knows he’s a bad man because of something entirely different. 

Logan shamelessly jerks off to the sound of you and your boyfriend arguing. 

He doesn’t even need to use his heightened hearing, that’s how loud you two are. Night after night after night he listens to you arguing, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your voice. 

You always have the upper hand — he would never masturbate to your pain or to you being degraded. Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot and you’re not afraid to let him know. Logan is sure he’s not the only one who knows that your relationship will end soon, and he’s fine to give you the time you need. Logan is a patient man these days; he can wait. But he’ll make the wait worth his while. 

He gains pleasure from knowing that soon you two will break up, and you’ll be all his.

Logan sees the way you look at him, senses the way your heartbeat speeds up that little bit when he smiles at you, smells a spike in your pheromones when he’s around. And he’s no different when it comes to you.

The more you and your stupid boyfriend argue, the closer you get to breaking up, and the closer Logan gets to his release. 

He’s listening to your moans of frustration this evening and imagines turning them into moans of pleasure, imagines licking your pussy until you’ve forgot all about your little boyfriend. Logan’s fist speeds up around his dick, hips moving up to fuck into his hand as he thinks of you and your gorgeous face.

Logan cums with your voice in his head, with the thought of you and your boyfriend finally breaking up, and shoots cum all over his own hand, down his forearm, and over his abs. He jerks off until he’s satisfied, lying in his bed a mess for a second – his hand coated in his cum, his happy trail sticky.

When Logan’s breath slows down, he realises your voice has stopped. You’re not arguing anymore – you must have gone to sleep. Then he hears your voice again, this time much closer.

“Logan?” A quiet knock at his door, “It’s me, you still awake?”

He pulls his sweatpants back in place and reaches for a tissue, only for his hand to land in the empty box. In a panic, Logan takes off the shirt that he’d pushed up over his abs, and uses it to clean himself of his release, using his freshly washed shirt like a rag.

“One second!” He calls out as he rubs the bunched up shirt over his happy trail to get it all off. Logan throws the dirty shirt into the corner of the room, and opens the door shirtless.

His heart drops when he sees the state you’re in, cheeks wet with tears and clinging to a teddy bear Logan once got you.

“Um… we just broke up. Can I come in? I know it’s late…”

Logan ushers you inside before the sentence has fully left your lips. Now he feels a twinge of guilt – he was too busy trying to get off to realise it was a serious argument this time. Maybe he jerks off more to the concept of you and that dumb boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) arguing and how hot you sound putting that guy in his place all confidently, than the actual fight.

As much as it pains him to see you hurt, he has to smile behind your back for a second when he closes the door. But a shiver runs up his spine when you let your guard down once you’re alone with Logan, all teary-eyed and small and sad. 

Logan sits you down on his bed as you tell him the full story. 

I tried to find my patience… 

All we did was talk over each other… 

 It was all a waste of time… 

There was nothing underneath… 

 I'm so tired of talking over each other…

Logan hugs you while you cling to him, your words barely audible with how you’re smothered against his naked shoulder. He gently rubs your back, and it only makes you hold onto him tighter. 

“Shh, shh baby, I’m here for you. It’s gonna be okay.” The pet name just slips out. Logan barely realises what he’s said until you look up at him all doe-eyed, nodding your head frantically. 

“I’m okay,” you say, “For now. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course, do you want to stay here for the night?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course I don’t mind, bub. I like having you here. Even better if it means I can take care of you while you need someone,” Logan says, and watches a soft smile spread on your face.

You sit up to wipe your eyes, only to realise you have no tears left. It’s been an hour since you got here, and you’ve calmed down. 

Logan held you, said all the right things, helped you see things clearly. You’re better off without that guy, and you know Logan will be here for you until you’re over him. More importantly, you’re sure he will be there for you beyond that too.

“Here you go,” Logan takes your teddy and gives him a special place on his nightstand, and lets you wrap your arms around him as you settle against his chest. He’s not sure what to do next, but it’s late and he assumes you have no energy to do anything other than sleep.

It surprises him when you speak up a few minutes later, though your voice is quiet.

“He couldn’t even make me cum…”

Logan looks at you and finds a pout on your lips but a glint in your eyes, the warm glow of his bedside lamp making you look like an angel.

He chuckles, “So you’re crying over a man that couldn’t even make his girl feel good?”

You nod your head and smile bashfully.

“When was the last time you were fucked well?”

You look away from Logan as you think, “Uh, I dunno.” 

“Hhmm. You didn’t miss it in all that time you were together?”

You turn to your side to lean up on your elbow, more awake again, “Well, I did. But maybe now I can… find someone better.”

You’re looking up right at Logan through your pretty eyelashes, and it’s subtle but so seductive, but he knows you’re too shy to initiate something, especially now when you probably feel guilty for not mourning your relationship more. But Logan is proud of you for realising your worth and ending it. Your ex should be the only one sad right now, not you.

“Of course you will,” Logan tells you, “You’ll find someone who loves you more than that idiot ever could and someone who will fuck you as good as you deserve.”

“Hmm, you think so?”

“I know so, bub.”

You give him a smile and move to lie down on your belly, head resting on your folded up arms. Your scooting around moves the blanket, pulling it off of Logan’s lap, revealing the half-hard bulge under his sweatpants. 

Logan pulls the blanket back in place, but he’s not sure if you saw.

“How will I know if I’m being fucked well? If I don’t have a reference…” you play with your hands, not looking at Logan.

“I could always show you,” Logan smiles, patiently waiting for you to gain the confidence to look back into his eyes, and you do.

“Only if you want to. But if I’m interpreting your signals right then..” you nod to his lap with a teasing smile.

“You saw…” Logan rolls his eyes at himself which earns him a sweet laugh from you, “Didn’t want you to think your pain makes me hard, or that I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Do I look like I’m in pain right now?” you giggle, a huge smile on your face, cheeks already getting warm with arousal, “And if you wanted to take advantage I’m sure you wouldn’t have waited for me to bring it up.”

“You sure about this, bub? We have all the time in the world.”

“I want you now, Logan. Been waiting to get the courage to break up with him so I could finally have a chance at being with you.”

“Really?” Logan asks, but you’re busy letting your gaze drift down his body, fixed on his lap now. Logan moves closer, and he takes your face in his hands, chuckling “You still with me, bub?”

You don’t reply. Instead, you push your mouth against his, and it’s the most intense kiss Logan has ever experienced. It’s like Logan can feel himself pulling all the pain from you with his lips, eating your pain alive and swallowing it, never to be seen again.

He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know that you’re smiling more than you have in weeks. He can feel a new energy radiating off your body. Something is healing in you. 

You kiss until you’re both breathless, smiling and horny. Logan’s erection is pressing against your leg, and he can practically smell how wet you are.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” Logan says, heart beating fast from how turned on he is.

You pause for a second, grinning and almost too needy to think, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“How about I show you?” Logan lies you on your back, slowly pushing your oversized sleep shirt over your hips, and kissing down your body, down to your knees and over your shins.

“Is this okay? Tell me if you wanna stop.”

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, skin heating up where he touches you to gently pull your knees apart, “Never stop.”

Logan chuckles against your warm skin where he kisses you, from the side of your knee to your upper inner thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how long I've needed you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” It’s hard to talk, but you’re getting the words out somehow, “Could’ve been with you ages ago.”

“Didn’t want to intervene with anything. You needed your time to break up. And I know good things take time, and…” his words die in his throat when his lips move to your panties. They’re soaked with wetness, and Logan inhales you, something between a moan and a whimper leaving his mouth.

“God, baby…” he whispers, settling down between your legs and then lifting them up over his shoulders, “You have no idea how badly I need to eat your pussy right now. Can I?”

You nod, fighting the urge to rip your panties off yourself.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Logan.. yes, yes.” It’s the only word you can think of right now, with the heat of his mouth so close to your clothed pussy. He smirks at your words and nuzzles his cheek between your legs, leaving your clit throbbing and the spot on your panties growing larger.

You clench around nothing when Logan trails the tip of his tongue up and down your pussy over your panties, your legs squeezing around his head, hands finding his hair.

“You gonna be a good girl for me and stop squirming? I wanna take my time with you, baby.” 

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, unsure if you can stop. But then Logan slowly pulls your panties to the side and seems to forget about wanting to take his time himself.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby–” he interrupts his own words by burying his face between your legs, licking his way up from your pussy to the top of your clit and moaning as if it were the best meal he’s ever tasted.

You tighten your hand in his hair to pull him even closer and he obeys your silent command, burying his face in you more, his beard, lips and nose now wet with you. Logan licks into your pussy, tasting you like a man starved, one of his big hands coming up your body to place it over your tit.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles more to himself, finger playing with your nipple as his tongue plays with your clit. It’s been so long since you experienced this type of pleasure that you’re close already.

“Logan…” it comes out as a whimper, and he smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yes, princess?”

“Might not last long..” you say, and it takes everything in you not to push his head down.

“That’s the point, baby,” he smiles, and goes back down. He brings his hands between your legs to spread your pussy lips so that he can get even closer. You feel vulnerable spread open for him like this, but it’s a comfortable vulnerability. Your heart feels content. You know you can trust him. He won’t hurt you.

You’re so wet that you’re almost embarrassed by how loud it sounds when Logan eats your pussy. A pleasure you’ve been missing in your life for a while rushes through your body when Logan begins to suck on your clit, and your back arches off the bed.

You cum with Logan’s name a whisper on your lips, and he doesn’t stop until you’re seeing stars and pushing his head away. 

Logan sits up from between your legs with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking it clean right after.

“You okay?” He smiles, and you realise how hard you’re panting.

“Yeah. I almost forgot what that feels like,” you confess.

“What, cumming?”

You nod with a pout that Logan quickly kisses away, covering your body with his as he hovers over you.

“Trust me, bub, we’ll make you remember all of it. You up for more tonight?”

“Yes,” you reply embarrassingly fast. You’re not sure you could stop if you wanted to, your body pumped full with the happiness hormones you haven’t felt in all too long.

Logan holds himself up over you with one arm, pulling down his pants. You’d tease him about the wet spot of precum on them, but you’re far too horny to think of what to say.

“Good, because you taste so delicious, baby, you’re not getting rid of me between your legs any time soon,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you as you grin against him. You don’t want him to leave, ever.

His big hand finds your thigh, and he gently pushes a finger in, then two, kissing you and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you’re doing is arching your back for him to push deeper.

“You want it, baby?”

You look down Logan’s body, eyes settling on his hard and wanting cock, the tip glistening with precum, “Mhmm,” you nod frantically, “I want it.”

“Been a while though…” you add hesitantly.

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll be gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world, okay?” He leans his forehead against yours and a smile spreads over your face again.

“Okay.” You lean up to kiss him, both of you getting lost in the way your tongues feel against each other for a few moments.

“Here,” Logan rubs a few messy circles over your pussy, his palm getting slick with your wetness. He wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself a few times to coat himself in the feeling of you.

“I’m ready,” you tell Logan before he can ask.

“Good girl.”

Logan trails his thumb over your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss, and butterflies erupt in your belly.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he says, and all you can do is look back up at him lovingly.

“You want me to put it in?” he asks, teasingly slapping his cock against your clit a few times. Then, he suddenly pauses.

The warmth of him above you is gone, but he’s not far. He’s leaning over to his bedside table, turning your teddy bear away from you two.

“He doesn’t need to see this,” he says all seriously, and you giggle.

You help him take off your shirt, and you’re bare underneath, and as good as it feels to have Logan distracted by how good your boobs look for a bit, you need him somewhere else.

“Logan?” you ask, and he looks back up at you, a nipple still in his mouth.

“Yes?” he licks a broad stripe over your nipple as he says it, and it comes out muffled.

“Kind of need you somewhere else.”

“Oh, do you, princess?” Logan hovers over you again, leaning on one forearm as his other hand rests on your tit, and he’s smirking down at you, “Where would that be?”

You grin widely, biting your lip as you carefully take his hand off you, and bring it between your legs. You don’t even have to guide him all the way to your pussy before his hand is gone from yours and he’s cupping your wet, warm pussy.

“Here, baby?” he brings two fingers up to his mouth to suck your wetness off them, and you nod as if in a trance.

“Okay, bub, you sure?”

“Yesss, Logan,” you let out a pathetic groan of frustration, your chest vibrating with the sound.

He smirks, bringing his hand, still slick with his spit, to your cheeks and squishing them together, “You’re so adorable when you’re horny, you know that, princess?” You bat his hand away at his teasing, but your grin might be even bigger than his.

Logan finally lifts one of your legs and pushes it up against your chest, rubbing a few lazy circles on your clit before he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. He’s doing it to tease you, but you see him lose his own composure, expression turning into a frown of neediness.

You share another quick but sloppy kiss during which you take Logan’s cock and rub it against your pussy. He only pulls away from the kiss to finally put the tip inside you.

“God,” he groans at just the first few inches, and you both calm yourself down to make sure this isn’t over immediately.

“I can take it,” you say, wrapping your arms around Logan’s neck.

“You’re my good girl, hm? Gonna take my cock? You sure?”

“Yes, Logan. Need all of it, please.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Logan slides his cock inside you, inch by inch, and you both moan when he bottoms out. 

“You feel good?” He asks, and all you can do is nod. You groan, only at the fact that he’s not moving yet.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he smiles, slowly starting to move, beginning to fuck you. And he was right, he’s fucking you well. Better than anything you’ve ever felt.

He pulls out almost entirely for the first few thrusts, then stuffing you full of his big cock again, your wet pussy pulsing around him, sucking him back in. Your heart beats happily against your chest and he can feel it too; he’s slotted against your body as closely as he can be.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. You still okay, princess?”

You grin and take his face to kiss him, his hips stilling just as he’s buried inside you as deeply as possible. You make out with him for a few seconds, pussy spasming around his uncontrollably, and you feel Logan squirm and pull out of you a bit because he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“That’s how good I feel,” you smile up at him.

Logan grins, burying his face in your neck to kiss you there as his hips begin to move again. He kisses over your jaw and your cheeks as a hand comes down to rub your clit. Together with his dick inside you, pulsing with warmth and pleasure, you suddenly feel all the energy of your body flowing between your thighs again.

You whimper against Logan’s face, your cheek catching against his.

“You close, baby?”

“Mhhm,” is the only sound you can muster as you cling to Logan, letting him fuck your pussy and play with your clit until you’re almost there.

“Such a good girl for me. Want you to cum for me, alright, princess? Gonna feel so fucking good, yeah?”

Your response is a whimper against his lips as you let go, and pleasure floods your body. Your pussy clenches around Logan’s dick, and while he’s still rubbing your clit, fucking you through your orgasm, he cums.

Logan cums so much you’re not sure where your orgasm ends and his begins, but you know you don’t stop feeling good until he’s drained until the last drop and your pussy is stuffed full with his cum.

You both slow down bit by bit, breathless and grinning at each other, not letting go. When Logan brings his hand back up between your faces, it’s slick with your wetness and covered in his cum, and you take his wrist to guide him towards your face.

You look Logan in the eyes as you suck his and your cum off his fingers, one by one, and Logan kisses you the second you’re done.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms when he lies down.

“Thank you,” you respond shyly, unsure what to say. You’re too happy to pay attention to your words.

“I’m always here for you, baby. You know that. And as soon as you’re ready to move on, I’ll take you on the best date of your life, okay?”

You grin, kissing his lips, “Okay. And until then?”

“Until then I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours every evening, and you can sleep in my bed whenever you don’t feel like being alone. Sound good?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling against his chest, your heart warm and happy as you feel yourself getting tired, “Sounds good.”

P.S. thank you for reading <3 reblog and let me know what you liked most about this fic for Logan to come and eat your pussy out every night <3

[monzabee]

lawyer up (social media au) - lh44

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where Lewis is dating a lawyer, who might or might not love her job a bit too much.

Pairing: lewis hamilton x lawyer!reader (model used: random people i've found on the internet and also kendall jenner in like one part so it doesn't count)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Author note: you all know who this is based off of... MIRANDA IS HEREEEEEE (not really but still lol) and i love this one so i hope you also like it as much as i do because i was feeling a bit overwhelmed and needed a little bit of self indulgence!! p.s. also, i actually planned for a max fic for today but after that delicious lewis win, i think we all deserve this one besties!!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

yourusername

Liked by lewishamilton, f1wagss, yourbestfriend and 23,746 others.

yourusername: what, like it's hard?

yourusername: lol, yes, yes it is

user: ugh, she is who i wanna be when i grow up

user: who wants to bet lewis makes her read his contracts before signing them

user: okay but why is it the cutest thing ever, i'm SO in

lewishamilton: hey, i'll take that bet

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user: HOW DO THEY FIND THE TIME TO BE TOGETHER, THEY NEVER KNEW A DAY OF REST POOR BABIES

user: girl... they're in their thirties... relax...

yourbestie: will be bringing you coffee for the thousandth time this week

yourusername: you're an angel

yourusername

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yourusername: today is a good day to make an old white guy cry🤍

user: MA'AM YOU'RE GOING TO GET FIRED

user: mother is out for revenge i wonder what this is about

yourusername: if it weren't for that nda...

user: she really won the idgaf war, hasn't she?

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lewishamilton: you're making me regret what i've told you

yourusername: good, maybe that'll teach you a lesson🫠

yourusername: let the record show this is NOT a good kind of melting puddle emoji

lewishamilton: ouch, sustained

user: ARE MOMMY AND DADDY FIGHTING NOOOO

user: if lewis did something stupid we all know she's going to sue his ass, right??

lewishamilton shared a story!

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: family time off

user: OH HE TOOK HER TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF

user: still don't understand how he bagged her, but good for them

user: why the shirtless pic?? who is getting fired now??

user: okay this joke has gone too far

yourusername: my babies

lewishamiton: maam i'm a grown ass man

yourusername: and??

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user: in the middle of the season?? he is down baddd

user: i'm dying, they are too cute

charles_leclerc: have fun on your trip!

mercedesamgf1: we miss you at the factory!

yourusername: no you don't

lewishamilton shared a story!

paddockgossipf1

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paddockgossipf1: lewis hamilton and y/n y/ln at the paddock amidst breakup rumours, it appears that she was a part of the hot lap portion of the events.

user: notice how they are never together alone and only smiling for the cameras? yeah we're so done

user: girl relax, take a pill, take a shower, take a walk

user: BUT ARE WE GOING TO GET THE VIDEO OF HIM DRIVING HER FOR THE HOT LAP

user: not gonna lie, they seem fine to me

user: BITCH THEY ARE FINE LOOK AT THEM

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user: i just know that she won't let him drive her around after this

user: it's so unfair for two good looking people of this caliber to be in a relationship

yourusername

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yourusername: slightly over the speed limit, as always

user: LIFE ON THE HIGHWAAAY

user: omg girl famous last words rip

yourusername: you have no idea

yourusername: i should sue

user: OMG MOTHER

georgerussel63: the lad in the sunglasses looks good

user: NOT THE GEORGE CAMEO HI KING

lewishamilton: come on it wasn't that bad

yourusername: you are a maniac

lewishamilton: 🙁

yourusername: 🤍

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user: have they adopted george i need to know

user: poor roscoe has a new brother and he doesn't even know

[lumosou]

୨୧ — Beneath the Dungeon’s Shadows, Where Rivalry Softens to Heat. 𖦹 + ꕤ

ꕤ — Character(s) ; Slytherin!Harry J. Potter x Ravenclaw!Fem!Reader.

ꕤ — Synopsis + Wc ; A shared detention in the dungeons forces you and Slytherin’s Harry Potter to confront your simmering rivalry. But as the tension deepens, so does something unexpected—and far more dangerous. 1.7k.

ꕤ — Discretion ; Some kissing and banter, mostly silly and fluffy! Harry wants reader BADDD..

ꕤ — A/n ; hehe hi guys! I’m OBSESSED with slytherin!harry so naturally, I needed to make a fic with him, have fun reading <3

; masterlist.

Detention with Harry Potter was not how you’d planned to spend your evening. The dungeon air was damp and cold, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the rows of potion shelves you’d been tasked with scrubbing. It was miserable, thankless work, made worse by the fact that you weren’t alone.

“Do you always mutter when you’re annoyed, or is it just for my benefit?” Harry’s voice cut through the quiet, smug and smooth, as he rinsed a rag in the basin at the end of the aisle. You didn’t bother turning around. “Do you always talk just to hear yourself, or is it your way of coping with failure?”

There was a pause, and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. You’d hit a nerve. “Remind me who got us into this mess,” Harry said, his tone deceptively calm. “Oh, right—it was you, spilling your potion everywhere because you were too busy glaring at mine.”

You straightened, spinning on your heel to face him. He was leaning casually against the shelf, rag in hand, his green tie loosened and his hair even messier than usual. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and you hated how annoyingly good he looked under the dim dungeon light.

“You distracted me,” you snapped.

Harry raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Did I? Must’ve been doing something right, then.” You glared at him, your grip tightening around your own rag. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here we are.”

The two of you worked in tense silence for a while, the only sounds the faint drip of water from the basin and the occasional clang of glass vials. The shelves seemed endless, each one packed with dusty jars and unidentifiable ingredients, and your fingers were already sore from scrubbing.

“Honestly,” Harry said after a while, breaking the quiet again, “you could just admit you were impressed.” You frowned, glancing over your shoulder. “Impressed by what?”

“My potion,” he said simply, as if it were obvious. You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t flatter yourself, Potter. It wasn’t that good.”

Harry straightened, stepping closer. “Snape seemed to think otherwise.” “Snape’s biased,” you shot back, turning to face him fully.

Harry tilted his head, studying you with a look that made your stomach twist. “Or maybe you just hate losing.” Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, you turned back to the shelf, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain with renewed vigor.

“You know,” he continued, his voice softer now, “you don’t have to try so hard to beat me.” You froze, your hand stilling mid-scrub. Slowly, you turned to look at him. “Excuse me?”

Harry’s expression was unreadable, his green eyes steady as they met yours. “I’m just saying… You’re already brilliant. You don’t have to prove anything.” The words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” you asked finally, your voice quieter than you intended.

Harry shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Take it however you want.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words caught in your throat. The tension in the room had shifted, subtle but undeniable, and you suddenly felt very aware of how close he was standing.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged, until you finally turned back to the shelf. “Just keep scrubbing,” you muttered, your cheeks warm.

Harry didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze lingering for a moment longer before he returned to his own shelf.

For the next hour, the two of you worked side by side, the initial animosity softening into something quieter. There was still the occasional barb, still the playful glint in Harry’s eyes when he caught you glaring at him, but it felt different now. Less like rivalry and more like… understanding.

By the time you finished the last shelf, your hands were raw and your legs ached from standing, but the work was done. You leaned against the edge of the basin, wiping your hands on your robes, and let out a long breath.

“Well,” you said, glancing at Harry, “that was miserable.” He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “Could’ve been worse.”

“How?”

“You could’ve been stuck here alone,” he said, his tone light but teasing. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips. “Don’t push your luck, Potter.”

Harry grinned, his green eyes bright with amusement. “Too late.”

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave, you felt the faintest pang of regret. Detention was over, and with it, the strange, unexpected connection that had formed between you. But as you reached the door, Harry’s voice stopped you.

“Hey.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

He hesitated for a moment, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think you’re insufferable.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “Oh,” you said softly, your chest tightening. “Well, you’re not as terrible as I thought, either.” A slow smile spread across Harry’s face, and for a moment, the dungeon felt a little less cold.

“See you tomorrow, then?” he said, his voice light but full of something unspoken.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

As you stepped into the corridor, your heart still racing, you couldn’t help but wonder if tomorrow would feel different.

Somehow, you already knew it would.

The next day, the tension between you and Harry felt different. Subtle, but there.

You caught him watching you during Potions, his green eyes flicking your way every time you adjusted the flame under your cauldron. You tried to ignore him, pouring all your focus into perfecting your Draught of Peace. And it worked—for a while.

Until Harry spoke.

“Need help with that?” he asked, his voice just loud enough to carry over the soft murmurs of the classroom. You looked up sharply, your ladle pausing mid-stir. “I’m perfectly capable, thanks.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “But if you’re still scrubbing potion shelves next week, don’t say I didn’t offer.” You glared at him, but before you could respond, Snape’s voice cut through the room.

“Miss your own cauldron, Potter?”

Harry straightened, his smirk fading as Snape’s dark eyes narrowed on him.

“Five points from Slytherin for your inability to stay silent,” Snape said coldly. “Focus on your own work.”

Harry ducked his head, his cheeks faintly pink, and you couldn’t help the small spark of satisfaction that bloomed in your chest.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the library again, hoping for some peace and quiet to make up for the distractions of the day. But of course, peace was too much to ask for.

You’d barely settled into your seat when Harry appeared, his tie loosened and his bag slung over one shoulder. He didn’t say anything as he slid into the chair across from you, but the faint smile on his face said enough.

“Didn’t you get enough of me in detention?” you asked dryly, flipping open your notebook.

“Not even close,” he said, his voice light but teasing.

You sighed, your quill scratching against the parchment as you scribbled out a list of potion properties. “What do you want, Potter?”

Harry leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Maybe I just like your company.”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but the words lacked bite. ‘’And yet, you haven’t hexed me yet,” he replied, grinning. You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth despite yourself.

Over the next few days, Harry seemed to appear wherever you were—at breakfast, in the library, even lingering in the corridor outside the Great Hall between classes.

At first, it was infuriating. His constant presence, his teasing remarks, the way his smirk seemed to soften into something almost fond when he caught you staring too long. But slowly, your frustration began to fade, replaced by something else.

Curiosity.

It wasn’t just the way he teased you, or the way his green eyes sparkled with amusement every time you rose to his bait. It was the quieter moments, too. The way he held the door open for you without a word, or the way he offered you a piece of chocolate during a late-night study session without expecting anything in return.

You hated how much you noticed him.

But you hated how much you liked it even more.

It was during another shared detention a week later that everything came to a head. This time, the two of you had been tasked with organizing Snape’s potion ingredients—a tedious, mind-numbing job that required sorting through dozens of dusty jars and vials.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” you muttered, brushing a layer of dust off a jar labeled Pickled Billywig Stingers.

Harry snorted, holding up a jar of slimy, unidentifiable roots. “Could be worse. He could’ve made us drink this stuff.”

You wrinkled your nose, but before you could reply, your foot slipped on a loose stone. You stumbled, nearly knocking over an entire shelf of glass jars, but Harry caught you, his hands steadying you before you could fall.

“Careful,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

Your heart was pounding, though you weren’t sure if it was from the near-miss or the way his hands lingered at your waist, warm and grounding. “Thanks,” you said quietly, your eyes meeting his.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The dungeon seemed to fade away, the dim light casting soft shadows across his face as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he leaned in.

The kiss was tentative at first, his lips brushing yours so softly it was almost a question. But when you didn’t pull away—when you kissed him back—he deepened it, his hands tightening at your waist as he pulled you closer.

It was like everything else fell away. The rivalry, the teasing, the endless arguments—it all dissolved into the heat of his kiss, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his fingers curled against your hip like he couldn’t bear to let go.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, your breath mingling in the small space between you.

“Well,” Harry said after a moment, his voice low and amused. “I guess detention isn’t all bad.” You laughed softly, your cheeks warm. “Don’t push your luck, Potter.”

But as his lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind his luck.

﹙@ 𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘂 ﹚

[enhard]

heyy loved the taehyun fic dress code!! please could you do a dom! beomgyu fic where both beomgyu and the reader are in an elevator and beomgyu starts fingering you trying not to get caught by the people entering on each floor. by the end of it the reader has squirted all over the elevator floor and quickly cleans it up before running home where they both fuck desperate for each other

thank you for the request!! this is an amazing idea anon jfjskdjss

two bg fics one after the other LETS GO!!

(this is so ass im sorry for not doing you justice🙏)

choi beomgyu — “first floor”

pairing: dom!c.bg x fem!reader

cw: SMUT, fingering, degrading kink, semi/public sex lmk if i missed anything, established relationship

ever since seeing beomgyu in the gym working out, you couldn’t handle not being used by him right there.

of course you couldn’t do anything about it but you needed to let him know that it was a big thought of yours.

as you’re about to get to the elevator to leave the gym, you jump in his arms, immediately begging him to do anything he wants to you. you’re way too desperate to beat it around the bush..

“love.. please. make me feel good please i need you so baddd..” you whine, whispering in his ear.

he holds you close, walking over to the elevator. you’re supposed to go down only 5 levels. that’s not a lot right? well.. i guess a lot can happen in those 5 levels.

he bites your neck as he enters the elevator, smiling at you like never before.

“okay baby, let me make you cum.” you get a bit shocked at his words i mean.. in the elevator?? but you act quick, getting off him and already grabbing his hand down to your legs. he loves how excited you suddenly got, finding you so adorable.. his pretty slut.

“you need to keep quiet though love. someone might get on.” you nod while grabbing on his arm.

he finally shoves his hand up your skirt, down to your panties while he starts rubbing you with his fingers. you quietly moan, strengthening your grasp on his arm.

“fuck.. keep going” you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure. but then suddenly, the elevator stops. someone is about to get in and you dont know how to react. luckily its not that visible that he has his hand in your panties. there’s two people, having a conversation right in front of you. beomgyu keeps going despite the people in the elevator, even shoving his two fingers inside you.

you let out a little sound, trying your best to be quiet.. but you can’t help it.

“shh you slut, you’ll get us in trouble.” he whispers, slowly putting his hand over your mouth. he keeps fingering you, until those two people leave. then he really starts getting rough, curling his fingers up inside you, the sounds of his palm slapping against your thighs echoing all around the metal room.

you almost can’t handle it anymore when another person walks in. they’re in a call, again luckily, so beomgyu keeps going a bit slower this time, to cancel out the sound. his fingers are still so deep inside you, and he uses his thumb to rub your clit. it’s way too much and if that person doesn’t leave then you’ll cum right there.

what feels like an eternity, they leave the elevator as you reach the 2nd floor.

beomgyu sees that, so he’s determined to make you cum before you have to get off.

he picks up his pace again, trying his best to make you cum. “come on baby, squirt all over me. i know you want to.” his words making you clench around his fingers.

you close your eyes and let out a moan as you squirt everywhere. all over his hand, the elevator floor, even your skirt a bit. you breathe two times, then start panicking that you need to clean up as fast as you can.

with beomgyu’s help, you succeed cleaning everything up with some tissues, before looking down and seeing how horny beomgyu got from that.

you smile at him, hugging his waist. “love… you’re rock hard..” he smiles back, a bit embarrassed.. “well.. how can i not be when you’re so hot?” you grab his hand, running out of there so fast just so no one sees you. —

you finally get home and beomgyu roughly pushes you down on your bed, getting on top of you. “it’s your fault for making me this desperate. now let me fuck you so hard you’ll regret doing this to me.”

you run your hands under his shirt, biting his lip first. “i need you so deep inside me please.”

he slaps your mouth while grabbing you by the throat. “let me show you whore, you’re all mine.” he throws his lips onto yours, getting desperate to fuck you already.

maybe you won’t be so lucky to not get caught next time you reach 1st floor.

[s0ftl3]

Cole Cole Cole listen to me !!

schlatt being like a never ending fountain when it comes to precum !! He’s just leaking so much, his tip is leaking so baddd and he’s whimpering so cutely, little tears in his eyes because he’s not touching himself.

you’re just cooing into his ear how messy he is and every word you say just makes him throb, more pre steaming out of his pretty cock that’s flushed red from how needy he is !!

you’ve made me insane !!! help !!!

Ok so I had to sit and think abt this for a minute bc i wanted to write a little mini fic for it so here it is!!

Schlatt was standing slightly behind you, fighting every urge to just drag you away from your conversation and have you help him out. He had been helplessly needy all night by no fault of his own. The two of you had went out to dinner with a few of your friends to catch up, and he swears your outfit choice was one made just to torture him.

To make matters worse, earlier when you had noticed the clear arousal in his eyes, you continued to tease him further by feeling him up through the denim of his jeans. And much to his embarrassment, his cock had leaked precum through the fabric staining it a slightly darker color than the original light wash of his pants. He had clapped a hand over his mouth to conceal any potential moans or whines he was sure would follow your ministrations. 

And now, here he is forcing a smile as he hides behind you, doing his best to conceal the very visible effect you had on him. When you don’t seem to make any effort to finish up the conversation at all he subtly tugs on your sleeve. But instead of taking his tugging as a gesture to hurry and finish up you place your hand over his letting him know that you know exactly what you’re doing to him, and that he needs to be a good boy and wait. And Schlatt will do anything for praise from you. 

After what feels like an eternity later you finally end your conversation with your friend, waving a friendly goodbye and walking to the car. Much to his delight, you dont head for the driver's seat when you unlock the car. Instead you pull open the door to the back seat pushing him to get in before following and closing the door behind you. 

You settle yourself, causing him to let out a whine that he had been holding in all night. “You were such a good boy Jay,” You kiss down his neck leaving a few marks in your wake, “I think you deserve a reward for keeping quiet and being patient, don’t you baby?” 

He nods so fast you worry he might’ve given himself whiplash. Unfortunately he doesn't think he can hold on much longer to fully enjoy what reward you might have in mind. But his lips are too busy with yours to warn you when you roll your hips down onto him. It’s not like you really needed one anyways, this was always the plan. You’d have your real fun when you got home.

Within a few minutes he’s creaming his pants, the original stain from dinner spreading and becoming larger. “Oh, puppy,” You tilt his chin up to meet your eyes, “You were that needy for me?” He hides face in your shoulder, embarrassed by how quickly he came undone. 

You pull his head away from you by tugging on his hair, making him look up at you with his eyes glazed over with lust. “Let’s get home so mommy can reward her sweet boy properly.”

[butchreg]

the category is niche regressor hcs ( i have more .. feel free 2 ask abt them ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ )

in order : allison mcroberts ( kevin can f**k himself ) , alexis rose ( schitt's creek ) , fallon carrington ( dynasty ) , keeley jones ( ted lasso ) , dani clayton ( thobm ) , cindy berman ( fear street 1978 ) , bess marvin ( nancy drew ) , emily dickinson ( dickinson ) , love quinn ( you ) , rhiannon lewis ( sweetpea ) , guinevere beck ( you ) , mabel mora ( omitb )

been thinking a Lot about kcfh && dynasty again recently which inspired this... i NEED to rw && finish both ( i was super duper hyperfixed before s2 of kcfh && final season of dynasty came out && life got so hectic i haven't had time 2 watch when i realized it was out :C ) ... pattison toxic yuri forevrr .. they plague me so bad i tried 2 edit them in 2021.. i wrote anon regressor!allison fics on ao3 back in da day ... && one baby!fallon one ermm ... && some regressor!keeley i sigh.. shall i post them here ? lmk tehee >__< i used 2 watch dynasty as it was airing && omg the season finale where fallon nearly you know whatted ... waiting 4 that next episode made me insane... also i was ahead of my time with kamanda i was a shipper since the beginning && prophesized they would get together tehe.. also i was TERRIBLY firby brained && i miss them all so baddd waaahhhh /. i never finished ted lasso bc family cancelled apple tv ( also why i never got to finish dickinson aka my biggest loss ) but err...

also sorry 4 the long yap but i am Not normal about fear street ( autism so bad i got sent to the psych ward ermmm :C ) .. && i headcanon Most of them as regressors so htgjes hehe , unfortunately an abuser has made my love for it more complex but if you would like to hear about my headcanons for it i am open to trying to publically indulge in it again :33 ( i'm cindy && sam !!! )

enough yapping 4 now.. eye have MANY thoughts sorry

[a-tad-bit-unhinged]

I think that this is pretty much what everyone in the whump community wants (Me included) after the recent episode

~Spoilers under cut~

"Yeah, definitely a fever."

I need a fic about this so baddd

[blindmagdalena]

i need incognito homelander BADDD!!

you and me both. we are SO BACK for inconspicuous handjobs and back room blowjobs in public areas. gonna make that man WHIMPER!

i’m about to go on vacation but i’m already lowkey buzzing with fic ideas and Situations.

also i wonder what it would do to homelander to be recognized outside of his costume. it’s so much of him, his brand. he didn’t bother to wear sunglasses so he must not think it was necessary.

do you think it would catch him off guard? an unexpectedly intense swell of emotion that he can’t quite place. to be cared about and spoken to genuinely. hmmm! much to think about.

[oh-no-its-bird]

I've never been more persuaded to read "one step three steps" more than via the promise of an Itachi and Ichigo fist fight. let Itachi be feral 2024

LET ITACHI BE FERAL 2024 HE DESERVES IT !!!! I am obscenely excited to write it actually, Ichigo is a pro at pressing peoples buttons and shes ab to find Itachi's and fucking slam them (though in her defence, Itachi found hers and slammed them almost as hard)

I love when characters meet and are pretty friendly at first, look like they're on a solid path to become friends, then one of them (Ichigo) realizes that the other (Itachi) has a similar look in their eyes as someone they admire (Madara) and when they try to point it out as a good thing, it is absoloutley taken the worst fucking way possible and things quickly devolve into a public shouting match where they have to be physically pulled away from eachother ❤️

(Ichigo is ab to be 2 for 2 for getting in brawls with clan heirs)

I think their fight is also made funnier bc Itachi is SO out of Ichigo's league when it comes to fighting, like, literal ANBU agent vs a girl who only just hits chunnin level if you squint. So like the fact that they just fucking go at it in a messy, uncoordinated brawl that they need to be pulled appart from— they're really showing their age w this one huh

Anyways take this snippet I wrote fucking months ago from my fic notes:

"I— Fugaku . . ." Mikoto looked faint. "Itachi got into a fist fight with one of the children today." Fugaku stared at his wife, uncomprehending. "Is that an analogy, or—?" "No, he got into a fist fight. Not even a proper one, I-I think they bit eachother? I . . ."

Mikoto slowly sank into the chair next to her, hand rising to cover her mouth as she said faintly, "Is this what they call a teenage rebellion?" "Our Itachi." Fugaku clarified. "They had to be separated from eachother. In public." "Our Itachi." He tried again. "They nearly got put in holding for disorderly conduct."

Anyways u should totally read the fic I like to believe it's funny and the Itachi and Sasuke chapters (ch 7+8) is honestly some of my favorite writing I've done in the naruto fandom overall

Ooooo u wanna read it sooo baddd

[destinationtrekk]

hear me outtt wesker w like an alternative partner (emo, goth, punk, grunge, ETCC literally anything)

likeekele i wanna do his eyeliner and drag him to a pierce the veil concert so baddd

need someone to draw this omg. i have been toying with a tattoo artist!wesker au fic but... i am horrible at following things through

[ariesunz]

IM LITERALLY ON THE FUCKING FLOORRRRRRRRRRR THIS IS TOO GOOD

thique - s.mg

pairing: mingi x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au

word count: 3.1k

content warnings: established relationship, a lot of talk about healthy weight gain, body worship, pet names, mirror sex, teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, praise (fem receiving), reader has a nose piercing, multiple orgasms, they’re really in love it’s kinda gross

synopsis: after being away for a month mingi comes home to his girlfriend and shows her just how much he missed her.

playlist: THIQUE - beyoncé, body - megan thee stallion

author’s note: i’m kind of a genius for this idk! and this is also very self indulgent. enjoy! 🥰

mingi. he’d been gone for a month. he was away visiting his family in korea and in his absence, you’d been eating to try to forget that he was so far away. calls and texts and facetimes were only so efficient. there was nothing compared to having him in your arms, his big frame basically swallowing yours. you missed him. the apartment was so lonely without him. it felt so dull and not bright like it felt when he was in it. you felt so silly that him being gone affected you this much but mingi was the love of your life. you hated being away from him.

you came home from work that evening once again to a quiet, lonely apartment. with an exasperated sigh you kicked off your shoes and trudged upstairs to the bathroom to wash off your very long day. the shower water was hot and steamed filled the bathroom to the brim. lately this was the closest thing you had to a hug. maybe you should get a pet for times like these. you turned off the shower, stepping out to wrap a towel tightly around your body. skincare and slipping your pajamas on followed after. now downstairs, you rummaged through the kitchen to find something to eat while you retreated to your couch to end your night watching a movie you’d seen a hundred times. you decided on a tub of your favorite ice cream. you walked the few steps from the kitchen to the living room and plopped down on the couch, another exasperated sigh leaving your lips.

you popped the top off of the ice cream and began eating as you absentmindedly watched the movie. you missed that man so much you couldn’t even enjoy it.

“i’m gonna call him.” you said to yourself, picking up your phone from where it layed on the couch. just as you were about to press his contact, the sound of keys unlocking the door damn near startled you, until you remembered that the only other person who has keys is… mingi.

you hopped up from the couch and raced to the door to greet him, your bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood floors. the door opened and there he stood, looking so fine in his glasses and sweatsuit. he’d dyed his hair a new color since he’s been gone, you noticed. you didn’t even let him put his bags down before you all but pounced on him, wrapping your body around his. he laughed, dropping his bags in the doorway and hugging you back as tightly as he could.

“why didn’t you tell me you were on your way back?!” you asked him, face buried in his chest. you’d felt like crying but you fought the urge, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

“i wanted to surprise you. are you surprised?” he asked you. his deep voice flooded your body with contentment.

“yes.” you nodded, face still buried in his chest. you didn’t want to let him go, not even for a second. afraid that if you did he’d leave again.

you had to though so he could step inside the apartment. he pulled his bags inside and shut and locked the door behind him. he pulled you in for another hug. you smelled so good, like cocoa butter and vanilla. he missed your scent just as much as you missed his. mingi placed a soft and slow kiss on your lips. you’d almost forgotten what his lips felt like against yours.

“you taste sweet.” he pointed out after you pulled away from the kiss.

“ice cream.” you explained simply. “god, i missed you so much.” that lump in your throat forming once again.

“i missed you too, princess.”

you stayed in each other’s embrace for a while longer, enjoying the closeness after being away from each other for a month. mingi was the one to pull away first but not before giving you a kiss on the top of your head. mingi was about to head upstairs to put his things away until he noticed the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone.

“wait,” he began, dropping his bags again. “let me look at you.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked him. his eyes trailed up and down your body. they were no longer full of love and affection but now lust and hunger. you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“you gained weight.” he pointed out and you looked down at yourself. you hadn’t noticed but you guessed that with all of the food you’d been engorging in while he was gone was the reason. you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it, “you look good. nice and healthy and thick.”

“i was eating a lot.” you explained to him. he was closer to you now, that hungry look still in his eyes. “you look like you’re gonna eat me.” you said.

“i might.”

“mingi.”

“you don’t understand, baby girl. i haven’t seen you or been inside you in over a month.” he walked closer to you, instinctively you backed up. he continued, “and the first thing i see when i get home is you, thicker than i’ve ever seen you. and you expect me not to want to eat you.”

“mingi.” you repeated

“then you have on these little ass shorts.” he had you backed against the wall now. you were trapped in the best way possible. he hooked his finger in the elastic band of your sleep shorts and then let it snap against your skin, but not hard enough to hurt you. just enough for you to feel the light sting. “and this little ass tank top.”

“i didn’t even know you were coming.” your voice came out as nothing but a whisper.

“oh, so you’ve been walking around in these little clothes while i’ve been gone and you didn’t send me pictures? that’s selfish, princess.”

“i’m an in person event only.”

mingi laughed at your cuteness but soon he was looking at you with that same intense stare.

“really though, baby girl. you look so fucking good. i need to touch you and fuck you right now. can i?” what a gentleman, asking before he blows your back out and gives you a limp for the next two days.

“please.”

mingi insisted on fucking you in the mirror, he wanted both of you to admire your new body. so that’s where you were. you started on the ground in front of the full body mirror you kept in the corner of your room. you sat between his legs as he caressed your body. his large hands handled you with the gentlest of care, drawing moans from your lips when he rubbed your breasts over the thin fabric of your white tank top or when he rubbed your thighs getting dangerously close to your needy pussy.

“mingi, please.” you whined, looking at him through the mirror.

“uhn uhn.” he tutted. “first you gotta look at yourself.”

“i look at myself everyday, song mingi.”

“do what i say or i’m not giving you what you want.”

you looked at yourself, per his request. you stared at yourself in the mirror while he did the same. you really hadn’t noticed the extra weight you’d put on but looking at yourself now and the way your body had changed was almost overwhelming. but you liked it. you liked the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone. you liked the way it had mingi acting just a little bit more. he was squeezing and rubbing over every inch of your body, not letting anything go untouched. you felt so beautiful. so loved. that’s why you missed him so much. he never missed an opportunity to make you feel like this.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman on this planet. you’re so perfect. everything about you is perfect. my perfect, perfect girl.”

your heart swelled at his words, “thank you mingi.”

“perfect face.” he used his index finger to gently trace the features of your face. he started with your eyes, complimenting the brown orbs. then your pierced nose, telling you how much he adored it and how cute the dainty, diamond stud is. then your pretty, plump lips, telling you how soft they were and how he loved all the sweet and funny things that slipped past them and how he loved when you covered them in gloss.

his finger trailed down your neck which made you shiver and you relaxed even more into him. he spoke again, “perfect body.” his voice had dropped an octave. his lips so close to your ear you shivered once more at the subtle contact.

“your boobs.” he grabbed one in both hands and squeezed the mounds of flesh. you moaned, squirming against him. you needed more from him. you needed to feel him. mingi wasn’t worried about that yet though. no. his only concern right now was making sure you knew how much he adored you.

“so soft.” he gave them another squeeze. he moved to your belly, “cute little tummy.” he rubbed his large palms over the pudge of your bare stomach. his hands felt so good and his words had you subject to his every whim.

“mingi, please.”

he ignored your pleas and continued his ministrations on your body. your pussy was soaked, the fresh pair of underwear you just put on now ruined thanks to him.

“let’s take these off.” he snapped your shorts against you again. you lifted your hips up and he slid the shorts down your legs and tossed them to the side. he spread your legs wider so both of you could get a peak at the wet patch on your underwear. you blushed at the sight of yourself. “beautiful. you’re so beautiful.”

“thank you, daddy.” you said, a smirk on those plump lips. you heard him moan lowly into your ear.

“stop playing like that or you won’t be walking straight after this.” he said into your ear looking at you through the mirror. you reached behind you to pull his head down towards yours and planted a wet kiss on his lips.

“i’m not playing, daddy.” you whispered. seduction oozed from your voice and went straight to mingi’s already hard dick. he pressed himself against you, so you could feel it. you gasped at the feeling of it, your pussy gushing once again.

“you see how hard you make me, baby girl?” he asked

“then fuck me. please, daddy. i’ve been good.” you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. you expected him to pull away but no. he wasted no time rubbing your little pussy over your cotton undies.

“so fucking wet.” he said. his deep voice had goosebumps arising on every surface of your brown skin. you threw your head back on his shoulder while he played with your pussy.

mingi wanted to see you naked, that’s why he started this whole thing in the first place. he pulled his hand from between your legs leaving behind an even bigger wet patch than before. he took off your tank top first and groaned at the sight of your breasts. he reached in front of you to toy with your nipples until they were pebbled and until you were squirming against him. he took off your panties next both of you moaning at the way your pussy was connected to them by strings of arousal.

“pretty pussy.” he said pushing your thighs apart. your pussy was on display, you could see the way your little hole was clenching helplessly around nothing begging to be filled. “thick thighs.” he squeezed the fat of your thighs in his large hands drawing yet another moan from you.

“want your dick, daddy. please.” you begged him, your cunt clenching once more at just the thought of him filling you up.

mingi, who didn’t wanna keep his baby girl waiting any longer, began to undress himself behind you. he slipped his hoodie off and then his sweats and boxers. when he settled behind you again he pulled you into his lap. you felt his dick poking you in the back while he kissed and nipped on your neck. no doubt leaving marks behind you’d have to work like hell to cover.

“ready?” he asked you rubbing his head through your folds. you nodded and mingi helped you sink down onto him until he was fully inside of you. you stood still for a moment trying to get your foggy brain to clear up. he felt so good inside of you, he always did. he started moving but slowly so you could adjust to him.

“so full, daddy.”

“i’m gonna speed up now, yeah?”

you nodded at him. he began to move faster, holding your thighs open so he could get a good look at the way your pussy swallowed his dick in the mirror. he could see the way your arousal formed a white ring around the base of his dick. he watched the way your body jiggled and gyrated every time he pounded into you. he moved his hands from your thighs and trailed them up your body to squeeze your tits in his large hands.

“did you miss me fucking you like this every night?” mingi asked, still fucking into you without faltering.

“so bad.” you replied. mingi chuckled at you before leaving a sweet kiss on your neck. “i wanna ride you.” you told him

mingi stopped moving so you could take over. you turned around so that you and mingi were face to face. you kissed him on his lips before sinking back down onto him, earning a deep moan from him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began bouncing yourself on his dick. the feeling of his tip hitting your sweet spot had your toes curling. you craned your neck to look at yourself and mingi in the mirror and you swore you could’ve cum right there. it was erotic. the way your hair stuck to your sweaty face and the way his lip was caught between his teeth while he watched you bounce on him.

“love watching you get yourself off on my dick.” he praised you landing a smack on your ass cheek. “does it feel good, baby girl?”

“feels s’ good, daddy.” you said still working yourself on his dick, chasing after your orgasm.

“yeah? feels good using me to make that pretty pussy cum?” you moaned at his words, your walls fluttering around his length.

you continued to bounce on him. the more you did the more your brain fogged up. mingi started to move his hips again to help you cum faster. he reached between your bodies to rub circles into your clit and you moaned tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt that tug in your belly indicating you were nearing your orgasm. so you sped up the movements of your hips, ignoring the ache in your muscles. you were too lost in the pleasure to care. mingi began pounding into you even harder pulling your body down with every thrust. you cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders and pressing your sweaty forehead against his.

“fuck me just like that, daddy.” you mumbled almost incoherently but mingi understood you. he always did. your eyes were closed in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm come closer and closer. “i’m so close, please don’t stop daddy. please.”

“i’m not stopping until you cum all over my dick don’t worry.” mingi said

mingi looked in the mirror once more to watch the way you rode him. the way your ass jiggled with every movement. he saw the way your juices dripped down his balls and on the ground beneath you. the sight made him twitch inside of you also close to cumming, but he had to make sure you came first. mingi kept thrusting into you until he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him.

“are you gonna cum, baby girl?” he asked

“yes, daddy! fuck yes!” you screamed. “i’m cumming, mingi!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you creamed around his dick and gripped him like a vice. your orgasm had mingi’s about to tip over the edge.

“where do you want it?” he asked you

“inside me, please. i wanna feel you.” you whispered.

“shit.” mingi said through clenched teeth right before he spilled inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. you kissed him before dropping your head on his shoulder while you caught your breath.

“i don’t think i can feel my legs.” you said and mingi chuckled pecking you on the cheek.

“i’m sorry baby. we can take a bath together.”

“nuh uhn. we can do that later. i wanna go again.” you said grinding your hips down on him.

“i thought you said you couldn’t feel your legs?” he asked but ultimately assisted you with grinding on him, his dick hardening inside of you again.

“i’m a big girl. i can take it.”

you ended up on the bed this time, with you on your back and mingi between your legs. he rubbed himself through your folds both of you hissing from overstimulation. he pushed inside of you and immediately set a steady pace. you wrapped your legs around his waist to ensure he couldn’t pull all the way out of you. soon mingi was laid flat on top of you while he fucked his first load of cum deep into your pussy. you felt your second orgasm stir in your belly. mingi continued rutting into you until he felt his second orgasm creep up on him too.

“let’s cum together this time.” he said, peppering kisses on your neck and collarbones.

“okay.” you agreed with a dopey smile. mingi picked up his pace, fucking into you harder and harder until you were both dangerously close to cumming. he interlocked his fingers with yours as you both came together. your essence coating his dick and his essence filling you up.

he stayed on top of you, while your breathing returned to normal and he softened inside of you. but before he could pull out you locked your ankles together so he couldn’t move.

“stay inside for a little while please.” you pouted giving him those puppy dog eyes he could never say no to.

he laid back on top of you and planted another kiss on your lips, “i love you. ya know that?”

“oh i know. you just showed me. i’ll keep gaining weight if you’re gonna fuck me like this.” you said making mingi laugh. “and i love you too.”