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theodore nott x fem!reader (cheating on ur bf w him)
hey so im actually in love with theodore nott
TW: smut MDNI, oral m receiving, p in v, cheating
word count: 1,239
YALL THIS TURNED OUT LONG ASF FOR A ONESHOT BUT I PROMISE ITS GOOD!
ding!
your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room. a large group of you and your fellow slytherins were sprawled on the couches in front of the fireplace, mumbling about random topics that no one was geniunely interested in. a few other girls were gathered on the smallest couch, giggling and gossiping as pansy sat on the ground, getting her hair braided by astoria. you and your boyfriend were sitting right by the fireplace, and his hand was wrapped around your waist, roaming up and down your hips as him and his friends made fun of yet another helpless first-year.
you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, swiping up on the screen to see what the notification had been. theo.
you looked up at him with raised eyebrows and made eye contact with those gorgeous, dead eyes of his. he was also tangled up with another girl, sitting there quietly as she chattered and played with his hair.
you clicked on the notification, turning your phone back over and slapping it against the couch as you read the text.
come upstairs with me
slowly, you rose your eyes to meet his again, scoffing as you watched his lips curl into a smirk.
your boyfriend's fingers began to travel down to your legs, and his hand now rested on your inner thigh. as he looked away again, you picked up your phone and typed out a reply to theo.
that was a one time thing
theo replied immediately, paying no regard to the girl right next to him desperately trying to get his attention.
let's make it a two time thing
you watched the message pop up on your homescreen, covering the screen with your thigh.
your phone vibrated again with another message.
im so hard rn y/n
its all cs of you and that short ass skirt
your cheeks flushed red and you clenched your thighs together as you turned the phone around again, refusing to believe that theo was getting you all flustered. after a few minutes of avoiding eye contact with the man, the phone vibrated against your leg yet again. your boyfriend began to rub circles on your thigh as he moved his fingers closer to your panties.
i should be the one touching you like that not this asshole
theo was glaring at your boyfriend, occasionally flicking his eyes down to look at your boyfriend's hands.
get his hands off you y/n
you exhaled slowly, trying to calm the rush of adrenaline that this interaction was giving you. slowly, you dragged the phone out from under your thigh and typed a response, eyes darting between your boyfriend and the phone so he wouldn't notice what you were doing.
my dorm in like 5
you watched as theo read the message, clamping your thighs together even tighter after an extremely attractive, lazy smile spread across his face. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom, baby," you said, lifting your boyfriend's hand from your leg. your boyfriend barely looked up from his phone, nodding dismissively.
you scurried up the steps to your dorm, and closed the door behind you. a few seconds later, the door opened again, and theo was standing there, eyes dark with lust.
the brunette immediately grabbed you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours with desperate passion. he quickly pulled your shirt over your head and undid the clasp of your bra as you undid his pants and pulled down his boxers.
"fuck." theo groaned as your fingers brushed his tip. he was in fact hard, so hard that his cock seemed to quiver with every touch from your fingers. you broke off from his lips, kneeling on the ground instead. theo backed up against the door, quietly locking it as you began to stroke him.
looking up at him with wide eyes, you ran your hands up and down his length before putting it in your mouth and swirling your tongue over the tip. theo sucked in a sharp breath, placing his hands at the back of your head as you began moving on his cock.
"shit, baby. just like that," he mumbled, throwing his head back against the door when you began to quicken your pace. gulps filled the room as you hollowed out your cheeks and took his massive cock down your throat. theo was pushing your head even farther into his crotch, so your chin was brushing against his balls as you sucked him off.
your eyes began to roll as you gagged, making theo moan yet again. "fuck." he whined, still moving your head on his cock. "fuck, y/n, oh my god, 'm gonna cum."
and he did. his cock twitched in your mouth as it spurted thick, white ropes down your throat. he pulled it out with a pop!, and you tried to swallow the load that he had just released in you.
theo's cock sprung up again, hard all over. you looked up at him with pleading eyes. "wanna feel you inside, theo."
theo's eyes seemed to darken even more as he pulled you up off the ground and pushed you against the wall. he flipped up your skirt and pulled off your panties with a hooked finger. theo chuckled at how soaked your panties were, so wet they had left a mark on your calves when you were sitting. "this all for me, bella?"
you nodded desperately, whimpering as he traced his fingers around your hole. "please, theo." you begged, blindly grabbing at his crotch behind you. "patience, amore,' he crooned, still teasing your clit with a couple fingers.
finally, he lined up his tip with your sopping entrance and pushed it in. you were so warm, and tight, and wet that he moaned as soon as his cock began to fill you up. you whimpered again as he began to move it inside you, eyes rolling back as he started going faster and faster. theo's hands rested on your hips as he thrust into you, groaning.
your whole body seemed to be moving, your cheek smashed into the wall. one of theo's hands reached up to grab your tit, teasing the nipple with his cold fingers.
"you feel so good, bella. so tight," he mumbled, still feverishly pounding into you from behind. you cried out with every thrust, the feeling so intense you felt like you were going to pass out.
"he fuck you this good, y/n?" theo groaned. "hm?" he grabbed you by the cheek and pulled your face back so you could see him. "hm?"
you shook your head quickly. "do i fuck you better, bella?" you nodded, unable to form sounds other than the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. "tell me who you fucks you better, y/n."
"fuck, theo." you moaned. "you. shit, you fuck me so good, theo."
✮✮✮
ding!
your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room.
you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, checking to see who the notification was from.
theo:
come upstairs with me
you typed out a reply, barely looking up at the brunette seated right across from you.
your dorm in 5
#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott#theo nott#theodore nott x you#theo nott x reader#theodore nott smut#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys smut#harry potter smut
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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:
like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together
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hey! pls can i request bfb!ron where you've tried to keep it a secret from ginny that you and ron have been secretly hooking up. maybe with fluff and/or smut? whatever your comfortable with <3 thankss
changed this to secretly dating!
TW: smut, mentions of sex, mostly fluff
word count: 323
it was no secret you and ron were close.
however, something that was a secret was just how close.
"bloody hell, y/n. fuck," ron panted, grabbing your head to keep it on his dick. you hollowed out your cheeks as you felt him twitch, ready to swallow whatever he was about to release. "holy, love. m' gonna cum."
you nodded quickly and waited for him to cum - to throw his head back and shoot those ropes of white down your throat - but instead ron pushed your head away. he held a finger up to his lips, eyes darting to the door. you heard soft footsteps and then a knock. "shit." you whispered, throwing ron his boxers and scurrying over to the door.
ginny stood in the doorway, confused expression on her face. "didn't realize you were up." she murmured as she pushed past you and came into the room. you glanced back at ron, but the sneaky bastard had closed his eyes and was peacefully "snoozing" on the bed.
"yeah, well." you watched ginny perch on the edge of the bed. "i wake with the sun, y'know?" you gestured to the rays of sunlight that had begun to filter through the windows.
ginny's eyes darted around the room, clearly suspicious. "could've sworn i heard ron's voice."
you shook your head. "nope."
ginny humphed. "you are a horrible liar, y/n," she sang, prancing out of the room and closing the door behind her. you watched the door a little longer and felt a pair of hands snake around your waist.
"that one was close." ron smiled down at you while you flipped over to face him.
"not like you helped," you huffed. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head down, you leaned in for a kiss. ron's hands travelled down your waist before picking you up by your legs and letting them wrap around him.
you pulled away for a breath, yelping when ron grabbed you by the face and kissing you again. your fingers trailed through his hair, letting the ginger locks wrap around your fingers. ron moved so you were pressed up against a wall. his lips connect with your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. he gave you another peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling. "love y-" all of a sudden, the door opened with a bang and ginny's voice rang out. you jumped in ron's hands and let him drop you to the ground.
"you guys are horrible at this."
#ron weasley x y/n#ron weasley headcanon#ron weasley x reader#ron weasley smut#niya replies !#harry potter#harry potter smut
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ೃ⁀➷ navigation °. *࿐
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ೃ⁀➷ request guidelines •°. *࿐
first of all, i need to say that i love requests so much!!! and would really appreciate it if you did request because i can't think of anything on my own! but! there are some things that i dont enjoy in my inbox - soo
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT:
NO ANAL - i cant do it! im so sorry i just personally cant write it just because idek where to start and it kinda makes me a little uncomfy!
NO INCEST - again its j a little uncomfy to write about!! however i will do step! stuff, because i personally do like that
HEAVY ANGST - what i mean by this is i will not write anything where abuse or sa is the basis of the story, for example, im not writing a fic about ethan landry abusing you like??
the next couple are more "maybes" :
NO x OC - the only time i will write a character with an oc is when its a full fic; and since most of my work is oneshots, i just don't like it??
ONLY FEM! READER (maybe gender neutral) - i always feel so bad about this one but i'm so sorry i just cant do male! reader.. i think it must be because i identify as female, and i just can't really write from the perspective of a male!!
WHAT I DO WRITE FOR/ABOUT:
fandoms + characters
harry potter
↪ ANYONE.
↪ slytherin boys (canon + non-canon)
↪ golden trio
↪ cedric diggory
↪ marauders
↪ ANYONE (pls keep in mind i dont really mean anyone im not writing fanfiction about peter pettigrew).
scream
↪ ethan landry
↪ chad meeks-martin
↪ billy loomis
↪ stu macher
↪ amber freeman
↪ tara carpenter
spiderman: into the spider-verse
↪ miles morales (+ earth 42 miles)
↪ hobie brown
↪ miguel o'hara
outer banks
↪ pretty much everyone.
↪ mc pogues
↪ mc kooks (NO TOPPER)
↪ barry
the summer i turned pretty
↪ jeremiah fisher
↪ conrad fisher
↪ cam cameron
↪ im a belly hater till i die idc (NO BELLY)
911
↪ evan buckley
this is a long read, guys!! proud of you if u made it this far
#please request#request open#taking requests#request guidelines#harry potter#outer banks#the summer i turned pretty#across the spiderverse#scream#smut#smut guidelines#outer banks smut#jj maybank smut#john b smut#rafe cameron smut#ron weasley smut#barry smut#tsitp smut#jeremiah smut#ethan landry smut#drew starkey smut#long post
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BAEBAE first off i hope you've had an amazing day so far today :] second, do you still right for rafey bae 😭 i haavveee a request 😝
THANK YOU LOVE
ofc i will forever and always write for rafe 🫡🫡
pls give me requests bb i need them
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I’ve never saw you write anything about Ethan Landry
can you do Ethan fucking chad girlfriend
thank you and I love your writing so much 🤍🤍
TYSM 🤭
TW: smut - p in v, rough sex, swearing, MNDI, cheating ig
word count: 323
y/n loved chad. she really did.
but sex with ethan was just so much better.
it was obviously wrong, but y/n just couldn't resist when a late-night text from ethan popped up on her screen.
that's why she was pressed against a wall like this - shorts pushed to the side, tank top lifted so her breasts spilled out - being fucked brainless by her boyfriend's best friend.
"fuck eth. ohmygod." y/n moaned, glancing at the mirror next to them. the dark-haired boy pounded into her with vigor. the room filled with slapping sounds as his hips smacked against her ass. she felt ethan's hands grip her waist tighter as he pushed her harder into the wall, smushing her sweaty cheek against the plaster.
"shut up, slut. someone's gonna hear your loud ass." ethan spat. y/n whimpered, pleasure coursing through her body with each thrust. "you'd like that, huh?" he lifted a hand from her waist and grabbed her cheek instead, pushing it towards the mirror so she could see him. "bet y'd love someone to go tell your boyfriend how good i'm fucking you, right?" he let go of y/n's cheek.
she had already cum at least 5 times and she could feel another one coming. " 'm gonna cum, eth."
"hell no you aren't." ethan smiled lazily. "you don't cum until i tell you, bitch." y/n shook her head. she felt tears forming in her eyes. ethan's finger brushed over her clit, and she moaned loudly. "do i fuck you better than he does, slut? hmm?" he cooed, increasing speed in his thrusts.
y/n nodded, her tears running down her face from holding in her orgasm. a knot had formed in her stomach and she whimpered. "eth-ethan. ohmygod please." she blubbered, turning her head to look at them in the mirror. ethan's eyes turned even darker hearing her beg, and his slow smile appeared back on his face.
"hold on for a little more, baby."
THIS IS REALLY SHORT IM SORRY
#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x y/n#niya replies !#NOT PROOFREAD#ethan landry imagine
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can you post a master list
ೃ⁀➷ niya's masterlist •°. *࿐
✮ - smut
outer banks
john b
↪ throat training ✮
jj
↪ jj helping reader try her first joint ✮
rafe
↪ rafe licking tequila off you :) ✮
harry potter
ron weasley
↪ nsfw headcanons ✮
↪ secretly dating ron weasley ✮
theodore nott
↪ cheating on ur bf with theo nott ✮
scream (pls request)
ethan landry
↪ ethan landry fucking chad's gf ✮
the summer i turned pretty
jeremiah fisher
↪ jere = obsessed with your thighs ✮
guys pls request.
#masterlist#niya replies !#rafe cameron smut#outer banks smut#masterpost#ron weasley smut#john b smut#jj maybank smut#ethan landry smut
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just a reminder to those who report works for being too sexual. if you feel uncomfy or dislike the work don’t put a community label on it, instead don’t read it. most writers put content warnings on their posts. read them before venturing further, please. and if you dislike something on there, again don’t read any further. smut etc. isn’t for everyone, that’s perfectly fine. but don’t do that to a writers hard work. please and thank you.
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First Time asking this but John B needs more fics😔 JB with a reader who has a gag reflex and is training her throat<3
so real john b is underrated af 😔😔
sorry this took me so long ive lowk been in a writing rut !!
TW: smut: head (m receiving), swearing, MNDI
word count: 535
y/n hummed to her music as she got ready for bed, glancing at john b through the mirror. he was sprawled on their bed while he watched her rubbing creams and serums on her face. he groaned as she picked up yet another bottle of mysterious substance. "are you done yet?" he grumbled, getting up from the bed. his hair was still damp from when he had gone surfing earlier - and his pajama pants sat low on his hips, exposing his v-line. john b wrapped his arms around y/n's waist when he reached her.
"almost." y/n grabbed her toothbrush and squirted a blob of toothpaste on it. "last thing, i promise." she added when john b sighed. he kept on watching her as she brushed her teeth, and finally her tongue. y/n ran the toothbrush down her tongue and back into her throat, almost immediately gagging and pulling it out again. john b's lips curled up into a smile.
they made eye contact through the mirror. "what?" y/n whined, yelping as john b's arms tighten around you and pick you up swiftly. he carried you over to the bed, eyes dark. his pants dropped to the ground, and he sat on edge of the bed. she looked up at him. "what?"
john b's eyes trailed over you. "go ahead." her fingers trailed up his thighs to the band of his boxers, pulling them off.
his cock sprung up immediately, slapping against his stomach. " 's too big, john b." she murmured as she wrapped her hands around his length.
john b's head shook quickly before he closed his eyes. " 'm gonna teach you. fuck that gag reflex right outta you." he groaned lowly while y/n's hands began to jerk him off. "put your mouth on it, m'love."
she gulped but opened her mouth and latched it to his tip, swirling her tongue over it. john b bucked his hips upwards, causing his cock to shove itself farther into her mouth. y/n's eyes widened. john b's fingers tangled in her hair and pushed her down, not letting her mouth move off his dick.
"fuck." he moaned, slowly moving her head for her. tears formed in her eyes, and she felt herself gag while her mouth moved up and down his cock. she pushed the feeling down and moved on her own, making john b yell out her name. "fuck. look at me, y/n. fuckk."
y/n looked up at her boyfriend, tears streaming down her face and drool dripping out of her mouth. she had never looked hotter.
y/n began to move faster, hollowing her cheeks while she bobbed on john b's dick. his eyes practically rolled in his head as he let out another moan. " 'm gonna cum, y/n. fuck. holy-"
his hips rolled again and he shot his cum down y/n's throat, making her gag yet again. she pulled his dick out of her mouth to swallow, grinning up at him. "good job, love." he panted, grabbing her by the chin and pulling her up for a kiss.
"you hard again?" she murmured against his lips.
john b's eyebrows furrowed. "why?"
"wanna go again?"
#niya replies !#outer banks#outer banks smut#john b routledge#john b x reader#john b outer banks#john b smut#obx#not proofread
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JJ having reader try her first joint and it escalates to high sex 🤭
I LOVE THIS WAIT (also i made the reader kinda a crybaby im sorry)
jj x gf!reader
TW: smut: p in v, head (m receiving) drugs, swearing, MNDI
word count: 560
smut under the cut
the overwhelming smell of smoked weed attacked your senses as you stepped into jj's room. he was sprawled on his bed, a blunt dangling between his fingers. "hey princess." he mumbled, turning to look at you. you cough, trying to hide it from the man. he smiled crookedly. "too much for you, baby?" you nodded quickly and rubbed your stinging eyes. jj patted the bed beside him and you waddled over, trying to keep another cough in.
he held out his blunt towards you and your eyes widened. "jj i can't."
jj's large hand reached out to grab your thigh. "you said y'would one day, princess. why not now?" you pouted as he rubbed circles in your thigh.
"i don't know how to." your cheeks burned up in sudden embarrassment.
"i'll teach you, love. here." he placed the roll into your hands, smirking when it almost slips. his hand continued to rub circles on your leg while he guided the blunt to your mouth. "inhale." smoke filled your mouth and seemed to burn your throat as you started coughing. "exhale, baby, exhale!" jj was laughing at you now, and you felt tears begin to form in your eyes.
"let's try again."
you didn't really know what had happened. but what you did know was the was the best fucking sex you'd had in months. jj was towering over you while your legs draped around his shoulders. his hips pounded into again and again, creating waves of pleasure through your body. "fuck, y/n, m'so close." he muttered, kissing your thighs and he thrusted into you mercilessly. you'd already been driven through countless orgasms, and the weed clouding your brain seemed to make in ten times better. as your eyes rolled in your head for what seemed to be the ninth time, jj moaned loudly as he released thick white ropes all over your belly.
"jj," you moaned, still shuddering from your orgasm. his dick seemed to be hard all over again, slapping against his belly.
"wanna help me out, princess?" he smiled lazily as you crawled over to him. almost immediately, you shoved his dick into your mouth, making him moan. you hummed around his cock while you brought a hand to slowly jerk him off. jj gripped onto your hair, pushing you down roughly. a few seconds ago, you had been in control, but now jj was using your head to get off, pushing it up and down on his cock.
you tried your best to hollow out your cheeks as you felt him twitch in your mouth. "holy fuck, y/n that's so good." he moaned. he threw his head back and let go of your hair. you continued sucking him off, making eye contact with him through hooded lashes. you gag as you increase speed, drool dripping down the side of your mouth. "shit, y/n. fuckk, just like that." you felt his cock twitch again and jj exploded in your mouth, shooting his cum straight down your throat. a few drops came out the side of your mouth, and you wiped them off with your tongue, giggling.
jj's red eyes bore into yours as he panted, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close.
"that was amazing, jj." you mumbled, giving him a peck on the lips.
"told you you should've tried it earlier, princess."
idek even know if this good but hope u like it
#jj maybank smut#outer banks smut#outer banks#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#jj maybank x y/n#niya replies !
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HEYYYY GIRLLLYYY IDK IF U REMEMBER ME FROM UR LAST BLOG BUT IM UR BIGGEST FAN FRFR
okok so imagine this like hear me out. i have two actually!
so rafe cameron licking tequila off of you as like a dare or something and obv smut to entail
orrr him doing lines off of you which I'm not even sure would work lmaooo but i'd go feral over that shit!!
xx
HOLLY OFC I REMEMBER YOU OMG (im gonna do the tequila one bc idk how the coke one would work really but i will get back to u)
TW: smut, alcohol, drugs, MNDI
word count: 655 (i went a little cray this was supposed to be short)
you're topper's ex in this
everybody was so wasted. you could barely remember the events of two minutes ago, let alone the beginning of this long game of truth dare or dare. discarded bottles and clothing littered the ground of topper's living room, and the ring of people began to get smaller and smaller as people passed out or went home. two random girls had been dared to kiss, and they were making out passionately in the middle of the circle.
"okay enough, lesbos." topper pushes them apart, earning a groan from some. "next." one of the girls grazed her eyes around the circle, landing on rafe.
"i dare you to lick tequila off of someone's pussy." a roar went up from around the circle, and a lazy grin spread across rafe's face. he hummed and glanced at topper as his smile widened, flashing his canines in a wildly attractive way.
"y/n." your name rolls off of his tongue nonchalantly and you bite your lip. topper's jaw tightens, but he grabs a half-empty bottle of tequila from the floor and tosses it to rafe.
you were so drunk you didn't even think, crawling towards rafe and sitting on his lap. "lay down for me, pretty girl." he said lowly, pulling your dress to pool around your ankles and pulling your panties off with a hooked finger. "so gorgeous, aren't you, love?" he crooned, grabbing your tit in his large hand and slowly palming it as he poured the drink onto your stomach.
you had forgotten all about the others in the room, so incredibly needy for his touch. your hips bucked against your will as his fingers traced your navel. looking at you through heavy-lidded eyes, rafe brought his face down to your abdomen, licking up the trail of sweet liquid he had dripped onto you. his hand continued to tease your breasts, playing with your nipples. you whimpered as his warm mouth left your body, and his head perked up at the sound. "someone's desperate, huh?" he smiled, "be patient, pretty girl. m' gonna make you feel good in just a little."
your head seemed to cloud over with his words, a knot forming in your stomach. rafe left another pool of tequila right by your entrance, close enough that your pussy throbbed in anticipation. he spread your legs open a little wider, bringing his tongue back to lap up the alcohol. the tip of his tongue brushed your clit ever so slightly and a wave of pleasure coursed through your body. he moved his mouth off of you again, but he seemed to be going faster now, his eyes turning dark. he poured a whole shot's worth of tequila on your pussy, right above your clit. he slurped up the drink before latching his lips onto your sensitive spot.
you let out a loud moan, grabbing his head to keep it in position. not that he needed coaxing. he was moving feverishly now, gliding his tongue up and down your entrance as his fingers moved to tease your clit. the tequila lay forgotten while he expertly ate you out, earning moans and whimpers from you. "fuck, rafe." his eyes almost rolled on hearing his name in your mouth like this, and he moved faster around your pussy.
"the tequila!" someone yelled. you could barely hear over your own noises, so close to that knot in your stomach unravelling. just as you were about to cum, rafe lifted his mouth with a pop!.
you whimpered and bucking your hips, moving your fingers down to touch yourself. rafe grabbed your arms and shoved them above your head. "come on baby. hang on a little longer." you shook your head and you could feel tears form in your eyes.
rafe grabbed the bottle of tequila with one hand and poured the rest onto you in one quick motion. it took two movements of his tongue on your pussy again to set you over the edge, climaxing in a loud scream. as you panted for breath, rafe lifted his head with that grin on his face. the room was silent before a loud roar erupted from the audience.
"gotta do that again sometime, eh pretty girl?"
HOPE YOU LOVE IT HOLLY
#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe obx#outer banks smut#outer banks#not proofread#EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES#niya replies !
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✮ ron weasley || nsfw hcs i enjoy
TW: nsfw, j mentions of sex throughout, pretty much smut ngl
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
he's always saying shit like "bloody hell love that feels so good," "fuck love right there," "making m' feel so good (name), blimey."
lowk this man probably jerks off to you 😭. not in a creepy way, but he's just so sexually attracted to you. there's all these little things that turn him on about you: you wearing his quidditch jersey, or you giving him a kiss in front of all your friends. even you simply putting up your hair made him have dirty thoughts, but he just couldn't control it really.
^^^ the quidditch jersey thing omg... ron goes absolutely feral when he sees you in any sort of clothing of his, but especially his jerseys. if it's the day of a game and you come down to greet him after (or even before) a game wearing his jersey, rest assured you will be pulled over to a private corner of the changeroom and fucked. he's just so in love with you and the sport, and he probably would press you against a locker in that jersey and fuck the shit out of you immediately. "you look so good in that love." he wouldn't even care about the others hearing him, he's just so turned on fr. "bloody hell (name), see what you do to me?"
loves receiving head (who doesn't), but only from you because you know how to do it just right. he's obsessed with the way you look with his dick in your mouth, especially when you've got tears rolling down your face or drool dripping down onto his abdomen. he loves seeing you ruined, and it's almost out of character for him to be so in love with seeing you so degraded.
BUT BRO PRAISE. ron couldn't even verbally degrade you during sex because he's so insanely in love with you. it would probably hurt him to call you anything other than love, and he's constantly checking in on you as he fucks you. "you're doing so good, love." "taking m'so well, (name), fuuuuck. y' sure your alright, love?" as he pumps his massive cock into you. "you feel so good, m'love. yer doing so good for me, aren't ya?" " 'm so close, love, fuck. see how good you make me feel, baby?"
like i said in the head one, he loves seeing you ruined by his dick. it gives him an ego boost when you need to pause to re-adjust or you gag while deep-throating him. he always feels a little bad if he makes you cry while he's fucking you, but he compensates by praise.
he loves how small you are compared to him. when you're finished with sex (or even just when you sit near him), he pulls you close to let you spoon into him. he likes to wrap his large hand around yours, or press his body against yours to feel how tiny it was around him. he def bear hugs you! or he'll tangle his legs in yours and envelope you in his arms, it makes him feel like he's protect you when you're wrapped in his body like that.
#ron weasley#harry potter#ron weasley x y/n#ron weasly x reader#ron weasley smut#ron weasley headcanon#harry potter smut#IM IN LOVE WIH HIMM FR#MADE MYSLEF BLUSH W THESE
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✮ obsessed || jeremiah fisher hc
TW: mentions of sex + smut
jeremiah fisher is so the type to be in love with your thighs. not even sexually - though he loves pinching and rubbing them when your sitting on his face - he's just purely obsessed over the fact that they exist, and are so perfect.
he just can't keep his hands away from them, not even around your parents, and he shamelessly massages them any chance he gets.
and when you're alone, oh my god.
he's constantly laying in between them - and if he's not, he's kissing and sucking on them, leaving blossoming hickeys in his wake.
and while you're fucking, his large hands are always resting on them, making sure his thumb is rubbing circles into your thigh as he fucks your brains out. when you sit on his face (which he loves), he always uses your glorious thighs as a holding spot, pressing down on them to keep you from squirming while he drives you through orgasm after orgasm. he loves seeing the nail marks in them after he's done with you, and he kisses each indent with care after he's done examining them.
it drives him insane when he sees you wearing tight shorts, when your thighs press against the taut hem, almost spilling out.
he pretty much salivates at the mouth just looking at them, especially when you press them down against the seat of a chair and they seem to become even larger.
it's an obsession.
#jeremiah fisher#tsitp#tsitp jeremiah#jeremiah smut#jeremiah fisher x y/n#jeremiah fisher x reader#tsitp smut#THICK THIGHS#the summer i turned pretty
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minors/ageless don’t interact.
miguel fucks up into you as you sit on his lap, fangs showing as he groans, using your smaller, teary eyed form for stress relief
“nena… tan ajustada, coño. you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
“don’t know…” you mumble, head in his chest as you bounce back on his thighs, tight lips painted white with cream he’s fucked out of you.
“you don’t know? don’t know if you’re my good girl?” he grips you harder, claws leaving deep marks in the fat of your thighs.
“no es mi decisión…” you kiss his chin, eyes dazed from how deep inside his thick cock is kissing you. “ ‘s for papí to decide.”
the man almost cums on the spot.
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Can you write a college roommate head cannon for miguel O’Hara ( 18+ f!reader)
ik you asked for HCs but I have no self control... my bad, anon!
College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons
(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist
pairing: College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
summary: Miguel is your roommate. And he’s hot. That’s it, that’s the tweet.
warnings: 18+ as fuuuck. F-receiving oral, using toys, masturbation, voyeurism (-ish), grinding, praise, service dom (idk?) Miguel, recreational drug use (reader and Miggy smoke a blunt). Minors DNI
a/n: I am a firm believer that modern day Miguel listens to 90s rnb, back when men were men: unabashedly, unashamedly down so fucking bad for their partners. he just gives me those vibes!!
edit: I'm writing a full fic for this! Rigor Mortis, college au fic, read here.
wc: 6k
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I'm thinking you become roommates but he's your last choice.
Very last minute: you have a big falling out with your now ex-boyfriend, and the plans for flatsharing next semester goes right out the window.
So all the good places are taken, and you're going apartment-hunting, but everywhere's either too expensive, too dirty, or there's a predatory clause hidden in the lease: shitty landlords and blaring red flags in 9pt Times New Roman.
When you stumble upon Miguel O'Hara; a student in private accomodation who, lucky you, is in need of a roommate; it feels like a godsend.
Rent is affordable and he's nice enough; refusing to grunt more than a few words to you, but is clean, organised, and from what you can tell, is barely in the apartment.
You sign onto the lease, desperately, hoping you've just been lucky and trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
You give a thousand mile stare at the blank document in front of you. A bullshit paper due in exactly 12 hours. Yes, you left it until the final stretch, and yes, it's 10k words. Very doable. You're not fucked. Nope.
You blame it on the banging from next door. Paper thin walls; obscene noises. Cries of Yes Miguel and Just like that, daddy have been plaguing you for almost an hour. His stamina must be superhuman, the way the woman in his bed has been howling. Howling may seem extreme, but she sounds like a dying cat: cock drunk and babbling over Miguel O'Hara?
Your new roommate had been nice enough. Quiet, unassuming, and seemed more than absorbed in his schoolwork. So you didn't expect him to unashamedly fuck the girl he's been tutoring for the past week. It all clicks. The "perfect roommate" turned out to have one teeny tiny little flaw: loud, obnoxious sex, well into the early hours of the morning.
On autopilot, you're clicking through tabs on your bed. Perhaps you're a prude, but the sex noises are abrasive, excessive, to the point of parody. Persistent, Miguel's low voice reverberates in the walls of your bedroom; making heat pool at the base of your stomach.
"You want it, hermosa? Tell me…. such a pretty girl… like that?" It's muffled, but his voice is unmistakable. Low, greedy, heavy with want. God, the last time someone's spoken to you like that was…
You shake your head free of cobwebs. No. You're not rewarding him. You can't . Your roommate is shameless, and inconsiderate, and really fucking annoying .
The smacking noises increase, coupled with banging on his side of the wall. Resolute, your face hardens. From where you perch on your bed, you slam the wall with the side of your fist.
"O'Hara! Keep it the fuck down!"
~~~
He's a biochem major, up to his ass in assignments and he still has time for societies, internships and tutoring.
The only times he'd be in the apartment really was an impromptu session, and you didn't notice at first, but it became more obvious as the semester went on.
As a so-called tutor, he only seemed to pick the prettiest girls - they would twirl their hair on your kitchen counter and bat their pretty lashes at him when they didn't understand. Favours for a couple of friends, is his only response when you ask.
It felt like you'd open the door to a new girl every week and you are baffled. Donned in makeup and short skirts, they'd waddle in asking for Miggy, or drop off half-finished assignments whilst craning their head through, trying to catch a glimpse of him.
The absurdity would make you laugh if it wasn't affecting your sleep.
Not that he's not absolutely gorgeous, but he's so quiet you would never have thought he had it in him: to have a revolving door of women lining up to lay underneath him.
This time, her name is Sarah: pretty little thing in Miguel's Advanced Math class. She perches on a stool, wearing a tight dress that is wholly not appropriate for a tutoring session. She's one of his regulars, if you can call it that, and has been failing for at least 2 semesters. You flash her a smile as you pad through the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a snack. God, she is gorgeous; dolled up for another long session with Miguel, no doubt.
"Where's he gone?" She asks politely.
You shrug. "I couldn't tell you, sorry."
"It's okay… I'm just a bit stuck." You almost snort and catch yourself. For some reason, you didn't think they actually did any work, merely a pretense for the… cardio later on in the day.
You glance at her sheet of paper, scribbles in purple pen with large swathes crossed out. Leaning over, you scan the page.
"Right here." You point and she follows with a manicured finger. "You fucked up with this integral and I think… yeah, I think that messes with the whole thing."
Her eyes light up as she follows you, explaining with a piece of cookie hanging out of your mouth. She's definitely smart, just a few little mistakes here and there that you're happy to point out. Thanking you fervently, she rushes to correct it.
"Ah, it's no problem. I get mixed up with it too." You smile and notice Miguel by the doorway, watching with a strange look in his face. You roll your eyes as you walk past. What a fucking weirdo.
"Thought I was the tutor?" He croons.
You raise an eyebrow, voice low as Sarah is engrossed in her work. "...I don't want to fuck her, Miggy , if that's what you're worried about."
A little cruelly you push past him, shoulders clashing against one another. Is he smiling ? For now, you blame your perpetual tiredness when you think you catch the hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
~~~
You're a light sleeper, and it all makes for a tired, delirious combo. You sleepwalk through the day, scramble to finish assignments and whilst it's not all O'Hara's fault, you can't help but blame him for a lot of it.
After you successfully get through one long week, you decide to celebrate. That means a couple hours of mindless hedonism: your favourite movie, greasy food…. and your trusty dildo. Not at the same time, of course.
Miguel's not home, and he's not tearing down the walls with some other girl, for once, so you decide to treat yourself.
You've been going through a dry patch, and you'd hate to admit it, but he does sound good through the thin drywall.
It was a joke gift; given to you by a friend for your birthday. An obnoxiously purple dildo with a suction cup at its base. Aptly named Hugh, due to its - ahem - large stature. Standing tall at 7 or 8 inches, far bigger or thicker than any partner you've taken in the past. Sitting around a small diner booth with your friends and opening the bag to reveal him, had been quite the experience, for sure.
It wasn't your fault you had gone through a dry spell in the past few months. With work, with school, with relationship issues, you hadn't had the time or energy to sleep around. Not that you were desperate for drunk, lackluster sex, followed by an awkward dance of ubers and shitty coffee in the morning. Like many, you preferred to do it yourself.
Laptop open, you ease yourself onto the toy, already slick with lube. Prepping yourself with your fingers had been quite the task, tabs open to something on a lewd website. It's cheesy, but you didn't really like the bright lights and plastic of usual porn. The moans felt too fake, the sex devoid of any real passion. So you found a couple of independent creators; couples, mostly; carnal fucking with fervour only borne from real love . It's embarrassing to admit it, but your favourite parts are the little kisses and touches in between, or light laughter after a rough session. As if to say: it's okay and I'm still here.
On your screen now is a longtime favourite video, a broad man bullying his fat cock into his partner. You can't help but think he looks like Miguel, not as pretty but tan with strapping shoulders, and large hands that wrap around the neck of the girl in the video.
" F-Fuck," You breathe, sinking down onto your toy. You bet Miguel's palm on your throat would be deliciously rough, and you imagine how he'd fuck the brat out of you like the man on your screen.
What hadn't occurred to you, however, was that the thin walls went both ways. Whilst you were quieter than many of the girls Miguel brought home, you were fairly shameless with the moans and curses that fell from your lips. Headphones on, you were blissfully unaware that Miguel had slipped into the apartment some time ago. The slap of your thighs to the floor, the desperate whine as you roll your hips over the toy - he can hear it all.
Miguel has a conscience, so he does feel some amount of shame when he slips a hand down his trousers and presses an ear to your shared wall. He closes his eyes and bites down lusty groans, fisting his cock to your pretty noises. Noises he's been wanting to hear from you for months, now, imagining it was you underneath him instead of his usual partners.
He times it just right, squeezing around his tip in time with the steady slap just beyond the wall. Are you fucking yourself? On your knees, hands flat on the floor, churning up your insides with a toy… or maybe ass up, dildo attached to something…? He almost cums with that mental image, wondering what you'd look like on your knees for him. Is the dildo as big as him? He knows you, knows you'd want it to hurt - for his cock to stretch out your pretty pussy when he cums deep inside you.
All things he thinks about with a hand around his cock, and he's already close. But he wants to cum with you, listening intently for the signs.
" Fuck," Your voice comes out muffled, but it makes him buck up into his fist all the same. " Need it… oh God, I-"
He speeds up, wondering what it would be like to have your thighs shake underneath him, what it would take to have you babbling and begging for more. How would he break you? Maybe on his cock, where he'd watch you squirm as you take his length. Or on your knees, choking around him and licking up his cum. Or, God, thighs wrapped around his head, riding out your high with his mouth sealed on your clit, crying for him slow down, for him to-
" H-Harder, Miguel, please."
He releases, sudden and intense, spilling white ropes into his boxers.
" Fuck, Miguel…"
He fucks his fist through it, overstimulated from the way you say his name. It feels like the only way it should be said; spilling from your mouth, haphazard and desperate. Like honey, like treacle; sweet things he didn't know he had the capacity for. He lets that feeling wash over him, panting, bringing his forehead to rest on cool wall.
~~~
He's hot. He's smart. He's a whore.
A total blindspot for you, and no matter how much you can't stand him; you still find yourself stealing glances whenever he's home.
And he does seem to be home a lot more, often choosing to study on the dining table rather than his room. It's like he does it on purpose, using the warmer weather as an excuse to wear tiny tank tops and loose gray sweats - showing off the muscles of his broad back and arms perfectly.
Funnily enough, when he's not around those girls, he's bearable - seems to have grown a couple of brain cells in those short few days between sessions.
You laugh and joke, sometimes, and he surprises you by suggesting a movie one quiet night.
He offers you his sweater to snuggle into, you eat your weight in greasy takeout, and your roommate seems like an actually decent guy??
You had fallen into an easy routine: O'Hara leaves a flask of coffee for you to snatch up in the morning, hair damp from the shower and all, and you meet him with netflix and instant noodles in the evening. A push and pull that works in the little space - much smoother than your rocky beginnings.
After a truly shitty day, you come home to a quiet apartment. Almost sleeping through an exam, forgetting lunch, missing the bus home, and having to trek back through pouring rain in a thin coat. Everything that could go wrong, did, and you are left with the pieces. You trudge through the living room into the kitchen, the wet squelch of socks on laminate floor haunting every step. Shedding your limp outerwear, you lay the contents of your backpack onto the kitchen counter: clumps of loose paper, the damp leftovers of a textbook, bleeding ink. Your main concern, however, is your laptop slick with rain water.
With baited breath, you put it on the slab, and press the power button. A click, a stuttering whir, and the screen flickers on. Then, just as strained, it putters off. Dead. Completely dead. Your legs almost give out, and you lean on the counter to steady yourself. Half of your life was there; including the final project that would make up a good chunk of your grade. It takes you everything not to collapse onto the floor right then and there.
"How was it?" You hear the click of a door and Miguel calls out from the hallway.
You wince."...F-Fine?"
You hear footsteps, as he gets closer. "Are you asking or telling me?"
You clear your throat, desperately trying to keep your voice steady. "Fine. It was fine. I'm just… it was fine."
Back still turned, you fumble around with the wet contents of your bag, hoping he doesn't notice.
"Long day?" He says warmly, head poking into the kitchen. Haphazardly, you spare him a glance from behind your shoulder. He's dressed in a sweater that fits snug around his chest, rolled up to expose his forearms, and loose sweats. In his hands, he drinks from a cheesy mug - your mug, donning a stupid pun. He looks warm. Cosy. Domestic. For some, reason it makes your heart sink even further.
Long day? "Something like that." You manage to squeeze out. There's a pregnant pause as he comes closer. Rummaging blindly through a cupboard, you try to hide behind its door. If he sees you like this, now, you don't know if you'll be able to hold it together.
You close the door, and all of a sudden he's there, mug in hand.
" Fuck, man- " It makes you jump, as he squints and takes a sip of his coffee.
"You look… wet."
"That's because it rained, Miguel." Snapping at him, your tone is biting. You're tired, stressed and in desperate need of a cry, but he is unrelenting in his gaze.
"Are you ok?" He asks, unfazed.
There's a lump in your throat and all you can do is nod with a tight expression. His eyes flicker towards the counter and you shuffle, trying to cover up the mess. And then you watch it happen; initial confusion, a flash of realisation, and then worry; all in the space of a couple seconds.
Gently, he pulls you aside to inspect the damage. "Mierda. This is pretty bad. You sure you're ok?"
He's got a hand on your arm now, The dam breaks and you crumple into tears in the kitchen floor. Of course, he comes with you, rubbing your back as you blubber through the details.
" Nothing's going right for me… and I've got my final project on there… I'm barely keeping up as it is…" All he does is nod, face tight with something you can't quite name. It must seem pathetic to him, you think, shamelessly crying on the kitchen floor, complaining to your poor roommate. He can't leave you like this, because he's a decent person - but internally, he must think you're going crazy.
It helps, having him there: a steady presence by your side. Slowly but surely, your tears subside.
"You could've asked me to pick you up." He hands you some tissues off the counter, and watches as you mop up the tears. "I would've come, if you called."
"I didn't… I didn't think we were…" You search for the right word.
"...friends?" He offers, with a small smile. "You think I let just anyone steal my sweaters?"
"First of all," It makes you laugh, despite yourself. "You offered. And second, I've seen what you do with your friends, and I don't know if I have the energy for it."
"Ouch." Bashful, he rubs his chest like it aches. He sits a little close to you, knocking your shoulders with his own. "I know this girl who's crazy good with computers. I could ask her to take a look, if you'd like? Might not be able to save it but maybe we could recover the files?"
"...I'd like that, to be honest."
"Muy bien ." He leaps to his feet, palm stretched towards you to help you up. "I'll run you a warm bath or something. You're creating a puddle and it's going to ruin my floor."
"Our floor, asshole. I pay rent here, too."
~~~
You find that you enjoy being around him, and he feels the same.
You can't help but compare him to your shitty ex who you were planning to move in with: and even with his quirks, Miguel is better in every way.
There is harmony in your household, for a while, and you almost look forward to coming home to him after class. Almost.
It doesn't last long, because of course it doesn't. You'd thought you'd come to a tentative ceasefire, able to casually rib and joke with each other - takeout and B-roll movies aside. He leaves you leftovers from food he makes, you turn down your music when he's studying, and he even woke you up the other day when you had slept through your alarm.
Beyond the wall, his music is loud: a playlist you recognise as the one he puts on to (unsuccessfully) mask the noise of his usual late night adventures. Cheesy love ballads, heady RnB that leaks into your own room. You'd rather die than admit his taste in music isn't horrible, but it usually means a long, long night for everyone around. With finals around the corner, there's no way you can let this stand.
What kind of person does that? Lull you into a false sense of security with Snakes on a Plane and pepperoni pizza?
Absorbed in your own work, you hadn't even realised he had someone over; let alone was gearing up for obnoxious sex. You'd bang on the wall, but you feel like you guys are past that: crossed a threshold of intimacy that means you can shout at him up close and personal.
So you stomp over to the hallway, banging at the door to his room. In the short trip there, you've worked yourself into a frenzy. How many times have you told him to keep it down? That it was rude and inconsiderate to flaunt his sex life in your face; to fuck other women so loud you were practically involved? There was something about the little smile he would give you afterwards, when you catch him shepherding his latest out the door in the morning - like he gets off on it, enjoys it, when you react. Even when you think you're over it, he still manages to drive you absolutely crazy.
“Miguel? Open the fuck up!"
You're still fuming when the door opens with a click, and Miguel appears in the sliver of the doorway. He opens it so that his frame is half swallowed by the door, top half peeking through with a lazy hand in his hair. And of his top half, he's bare from the waist up, black band of his boxers sitting low on his v-line and loose sweats.
All the wind is knocked from your sails, and you lose your train of thought.
"Yeah?"
"I…" You clear your throat. "I don't care who you fuck, but when I'm doing work-"
"-I'm not." He chuckles. "There's no one here, hermosa. Just me. And you, I guess…"
There's something about the way he says it, lazily, as if it's his first time saying those words - wrapping his tongue around your name to see how it fits. If it fits, how it tastes. His relaxed posture, the way his hair falls…
"You're high." Your brow shoots up. "... you're high!"
With a finger pressed to his lips, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his room, eyes darting around the hallway.
"Shhh! You can't-" Now, he gets close, whispering like he's saying something he shouldn't. "You can't tell anyone. "
"I won't." You breathe. His face is serious at first, and then you're both giggling. You've never seen him so carefree, and it's nice to see Miguel walking around without the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He's still holding your hand, pressed close, and you see him drag his eyes up and down your figure. "You want do something you'll regret…?"
"...I've got a 9am, tomorrow, I really-"
"-shouldn't?" He finishes, dragging his hand up your bare arm, pupils blown. He gets up to your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ear. It's sinful, the way his touch is gentle but gaze heavy - violent in the way he practically eyefucks you. You feel bare, in little sleep shorts and a t-shirt.
He steps back, lounging on his bed, and makes for a half finished blunt by the adjacent window sill. Sighing, you sit by him, sinking into the mattress. He pats you closer, dangerously close, and you comply. One arm curled by your waist, the other brings the blunt up close and you wrap your lips around it. When Miguel brings a lighter to the blunt, you lean into it, knuckles brushing your lips.
You take a drag, long, heavy, eyes closed. And when they open, you're met with his own. Maybe it's the weed, maybe it's the heady atmosphere, but you swear his eyes are low and deep with lust.
"Good girl." He rumbles, cupping your chin and tracing a thumb to your lips. He separates, bringin the blunt to his own lips before leaning back to pass it to you. As quick as he gets close, he pulls away; leaning back into the expanse of his large bed. And he looks good, head drawn back and the curve of his tan arm drawn upwards. Tufts of hair from his chest, the trail that leads down suggestively - and without inhibition, you basically drool over him. God, there it is. You feel it kick in and let it wash over you.
His music, long forgotten, blends into your downy haze. You want to sit in his lap, rest your head on his chest. You get it now: if this is the view all those women he tutors get to have, then you finally understand.
"Come closer, hermosa ." You barely register the nickname, only focused on the way he says it, the delicious way it rolls off of his tongue. You nod, and shuffle closer. His siren song sounds sweeter, somehow, up close.
You pass the blunt between you both, and watch it dwindle to the last dregs. Lying down next to him, he clutches your hand and takes the butt between his fingers, letting its flames die as you watch. You giggle and his gaze softens.
"I didn't expect this from you." You look up to see an upside-down Miguel, hiding a smile.
"Expect what?" He drags himself downwards, to rest his head by your side.
"All…" You gesture vaguely. "This. Don't even think I've been in your room for this long, before."
His room looks exactly how you'd expect it: tidy and modest, a row of trophies neatly lined up on a shelf, a telescope pointing out towards a window. There are posters by his bed; science related, mostly. You tilt your head in the direction of one of them.
"Is this what they see?" You mumble to no one in particular.
He manages to catch it, sluggish in his response. "...Is this what who sees?"
"All the girls you fuck." It tumbles your of your mouth, before you can help it.
He tilts his head too, looking at the poster and you watch the sharp lines of his jaw besides you. Even at this angle, he's so pretty.
"Huh. I guess they do."
"It's not very romantic, is it?" You blink, oblivious. Your question is met with a noncommittal shrug. "What was her name last time? Cassie, Clara-something…"
"Katie." He hums.
"Katie." Ignoring the twinge of disappointment at his quick response, you hope it's the weed and not jealousy that made you pretend to forget her name.
You sit up on your haunches, tracing the valleys and mountains of his bare chest with a leisurely finger. You try not to notice the way he shivers at your touch.
"I could hear everything. Every, 'Yes daddy'," You feign a moan by curling your lips into an O-shape. You bring your other hand to your hair, head tilted back with exaggerated movement. "And 'right there, Miggy, right fuckin' there' ."
Technically, you're making fun of him and laughing, expecting him to follow. But he doesn't, head back and eyes boring into you - only bringing a hand to press yours at his chest.
"Thin walls, Miguel." You clear your throat, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Too far, probably. "Sorry, shit. I didn't mean-"
"I hear you too." He says softly. "I heard you, the other day."
Head filled with cotton, it takes a moment for his words to really click. So he elaborates, lacing his fingers with your own.
"Fucking yourself, hermosa ." He says it lazily, like the vulgarity of the act doesn't register.
Your eyes widen in horror. How much exactly did he hear?
"...and I heard you say my name."
"It was…. i-it wasn't like that-" Fuck. You can't think straight as it is: and his voice is low and silky, rubbing circles on your hand close to his chest. Even now, he oozes confidence, the steady thump-thump of his heart giving away nothing.
"Hmmm? Then what is it like?" You blink at him, unable to answer. "You're a hypocrite. You complain about all these women I supposedly fuck, but then-"
He pulls you closer, so that your lips almost touch his. "-you lock yourself in your room, touching yourself and thinking about your poor roommate. What am I meant to do with you?"
A pause, and in your daze, you can't breathe. For all your theatrics, it's too easy for him - to prod and tease, and for you to chase after him. You move to kiss him, but he grabs your chin at the last second. "Not quite. I want to hear you say it."
"Fuck- " You crumple, hiding your head in the crook of his shoulder. Even in your haze, the nerves bubble up from the base of your stomach. "Fuck me, please , Miguel."
He places a hand on your thigh, leading you to straddle his middle, other hand wrapped around your waist. He grinds your lower half into his, leaning up to bring your lips together.
He tastes sweet, greedily lapping up your moans in the clash. You're not thinking, not really, lost in the heat of his body, desperate and eager when you kiss. To contrast, Miguel cups your chin, pulling you away for air whenever you sink too deep. Somehow, he still manages to look smug, taunting you with a flash of his little fangs whenever you separate. If you weren't feeling the effects of that blunt, you may have had the means to be embarrassed at how much you want him - needily grinding against him and pawing at his chest.
It's too slow, too leisurely, like a punishment; and he refuses to give you what he knows you want. Your whines betray you when he finally slips a hand down your shorts.
"¿Paciencia, hmm?" He grabs a handful of your ass, clothed cock catching on your clit. It rips another moan from you, which he happily swallows with another kiss. "Patience, princesa."
You hump against one another like teenagers, your hands planted by his head for purchase. Hips moving of their own accord, you chase the relief Miguel provides: with his hands kneading your ass, length catching at your clit, and teeth nipping at your bare neck.
He licks a stripe up your collarbone, soothing the blossoming hickeys with a hum.
Fuck, how can he be so casual ? You don't know if it's the weed or something else, but he is in his element, hand dipping down your back to graze at your pussy from behind. He hisses when he realises how wet you are, swiping his fingers down your slit and taking them out to pop them in his mouth.
Now, flushed and face hot with embarrassment, you look up at him with big doe eyes. It makes Miguel feel guilty for stopping you so close to your climax. Beautiful : lower lip hooked under your teeth, plump and swollen and kissable. He'll make up for it later: a promise he whispers into skin.
"You're soaked." He cups your cheek to press a kiss to your forehead, and all you can do is whine. His gaze dips down, to the swell of your tits in that thin shirt..
"What did you think about when you touched yourself?" It's soft, said in the warm press of your bodies; hook-shaped and hazy and you fit like you were made for one another. The thought lingers, plants a dangerous seed that makes you forget that the man underneath you is your roommate : unrepentant whore, Miguel O'Hara.
"You." You've seen it first hand, he eats hearts for breakfast; and yours is on a platter for him to devour.
He laughs, deep and rumbling, hands resting on your waist. "I know that, baby. You don't have fantasies? Fuck yourself to the thought of someone touchin' you just right?"
Not just someone, him, you think. Your voice dies in your throat at the way he looks at you. "Just… n-nothing really-"
He hums, grinding your hips onto his. "Speechless, I can't believe it. Is this what I need to do to get some fucking peace around here?"
You roll your eyes, "Don't be a dick, Miguel. When I shout, it's because you deserve it."
"...there it is." Eyes shining, his face stretches into a shit-eating grin. Wide, unabashed, unambiguous. "You back with the living, sweetheart?"
It makes you laugh, even though you hate to give him the satisfaction.
"What do you want?" He kneads your thigh and pleasure pools at the base of your stomach.
You mumble something begrudgingly.
"Hmm? Can't hear you, baby."
Louder, now. "...want to sit on your face, Miguel."
Lowly, he groans, shaking his head. "Mierda… of course you do."
Expertly, he helps you take your shorts off, dragging the thin material down your thighs. You clambers upwards, wrapping them around his shoulders, watching intently as he kneads the soft skin. It's tentative, at first, and you place your hands on the headboard to perch just above his mouth.
He licks, diving in with the flat of his tongue: a long upwards stroke that ends with him sucking your clit. Moaning, your hips jump and he chases your pretty pussy up, large palms pushing you back down. He concentrates on your bundle of nerves, lips around your clit like a man on a mission.
And, God, does it feel good; he watches and learns from your every movement, committing your body to memory. His moans vibrate deliciously, tension building at that spot faster than your mind can register it. Then, you clench around nothing, gushing into his mouth whilst he eases you through it. The noises he makes are obscene; one leg off the bed and a hand snaked under his boxers. He's getting off on it; watching you crumple and sob around his tongue.
And when you begin to move off, thighs sore, he doesn't relent, sealing his mouth on your pretty little hole.
"Miguel.. fuck-" After your first orgasm, it surprises you when he continues, tongue fucking you with fervour. He presses you close, impossibly close, and your body fights against his ministrations. Heat, everywhere, and it's too much. The haze of the blunt begins to wear off and you are left with biting clarity. You want more of him, deeper; drunk off of just his tongue.
You card your hands in his hair, and he moans: deep and wanton, with his eyes fluttering shut. He wants to look, to watch you when you cum on his tongue for a second time. Back arched, the curve of your tits peeking through a tiny top, fucking yourself on his face. He wants it hard , wants you to take control and use him to get off.
"Right there, fuck… "
Like you can hear his thoughts, you press yourself down harder, riding the deep ridge of his nose for relief. Miguel complies and leans into it. He eats you out like a man starved and the carnality of it all brings you to a second peak. You cum once again, legs wrapped tight around his face. Head back, he laps it up readily.
You separate with a wet pop, and Miguel looks blissful : fucked out and panting, wiping the slick off of his face with a forearm. Exhausted, you lean back onto the mattress beside him.
"That was…" He searches for the right word, and it's your turn to finish for him.
"... good. " Scarily good. So good you won't be able to see him around the apartment without remembering what he looks like trapped between your thighs.
Gently, he turns to cup your cheek and bring your lips to his. It starts off sweet and deepens rapidly, making that thread at the pit of your stomach tighten, again. He grabs your thigh, bringing it closer, and you feel his length poking your stomach. Fuck.
"You haven't…?" Your hand makes for his trousers, and he stops you. "I want to, Miguel. Want you to feel good too."
His head sinks into your shoulder. "I know, baby, I know. Not like this. Not yet."
You nod, still wrapped up in his arms. You haven't even fucked, and it feels more intimate than it should.
"You've got a 9am tomorrow." He smiles with a hand underneath his head.
"I've got a 9am tomorrow," You repeat, sighing. "...and my life is falling apart. I'm failing half of my classes as it is."
He turns to you, lazily.
"I could tutor you, if you'd like."
…
"That's not fucking funny, Miguel."
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Draco Malfoy
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surprising stepbro!draco on his birthday with your lingerie
seducing draco
prof!draco punishing you because you didn’t do homework
stepbro!draco corrupting innocent!reader
ceo!draco fucking you because he needs an heir
stepbro!draco teasing reader after he took your virginity
draco has baby fever and wants to breed you
stepbro!!draco taking you from the back + breeding kink
draco making love to you in a tub with petals and candles
draco getting steamy with nanny!reader in a pool
draco getting steamy with nanny!reader in a pool part 2
getting fucked roughly and degraded by mean dom!draco
stepbro!draco spending lazy afternoon with you
sex with mafia!draco and one of his members caught you
jealous!draco punishing you with a vibrator and edging
draco granting your filthy kinky wishes
stepdad!draco gets hard by the sight of you changing clothes
draco fucking you in front of his friends
tying and edging sub!draco
stalker!draco putting a camera in your room to watch you masturbate
draco giving you erotic massage
saying safewords to draco during rough sex
draco being possesive and claiming you
wax dripping punishment by dom!draco
draco fucking you in the prefect’s bath tub
stuck in elevator with enemy!draco
sex with draco in a broom closet and get caught by snape
having kids talk with draco (smutty part)
pegging husband!draco
jealous sex with enemy!draco
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sister!reader picking girls for brother!draco
boyfriend!draco watching you play with babies
draco secretly dating his best friend’s sister
draco feels bad after using you
having kids talk with husband!draco
comparing draco’s hand size with you
Theodore Nott
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theo getting hard watching you sleep
first time with fratboy!theo
dom!theo punishing you after a fight
dirty dancing with fratboy!theo
the tension after big argument with boyfriend!theo
Blaise Zabini
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blaise taking you right before your wedding day
Tom Riddle
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dom!tom obsessed with you and wants to breed you
Pansy Parkinson
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dom!pansy fingering you for your first time
The Weasleys
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stepdad!ron obsessed with your tits
perv!fred masturbating to the sight of you
giving perv!fred your perfect ass for his view
rough sex and knife kink with dom!fred
perv!george buying you revealing clothes
Adrian Pucey
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boyfriend!adrian being clingy with you
Luna Lovegood
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luna helping you feel better after you ruined her present
Sirius Black
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using safeword because you couldn’t take it anymore
sirius making his friends punishing you after you flirted with them
using safeword during sex with sirius
sirius getting you back from subspace
James Potter
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soft dom!james praising you after getting good grades
husband!james making love to you after the wedding night
dom!james exploring what you liked during sex
james dressing up as a cop to frisk you
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feeling unwanted and used by james
telling your husband!james and baby harry that you’re expecting another child
james spoiling and buying you clothes
Remus Lupin
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rough fuck with dom!remus but you’re afraid to use safewords
Poly Relationship
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poly!marauders takes turn to give you orgasms for your birthday present
getting fucked and humiliated by poly!marauders in public
poly!dron helping you get out from your subspace
draco and theo fucking their best friend
poly!draco, theo, blaise fucking reader after being subby
sub!draco being tied and edged by dom!reader and switch!pansy
showing sub!pansy how to make dom!theo cum
unexpected threesome with dom!theo and dom!pansy
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