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just thinking abt older miguel x younger reader (smut 17+)

age gap! dark concept!

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

you’re his best friend’s daughter, who he watched grow from an awkward teen to a young woman.

until puberty hit, and everything changed. no longer wanting to be around miguel or your father, prancing around like you’re better than that – than hanging out with family.

you grew up much faster than he’d hoped you would and sooner rather than later he’s loosing you to parties and dumb college boys (not like you were ever actually his) that he obviously thinks aren’t good enough.

no more wanting to spend Friday evenings snuggled on the couch, watching a scary movie. no more splashing around in his pool, shrieking out when he tosses you from the ladder. it all came to a stop.

you smiling at him or wishing him a good day coming to a halt, and he begins hearing your father complain of your behavior almost everyday. he’s getting sick of it, wishing you’d just be a good girl again. he tried to tell your father that you need punished, but he’s not having it – he swears it won’t do any good. that you’ve grown up too much.

miguel isn’t oblivious to what a young woman in college does. he was your age once, he knows. knows that your frame filled out, and that your legs grew longer, eyes got shiner, pouty lips got poutier. he just tries not to think too hard about how other men know that as well. and don’t get miguel wrong either – he feels like a creep for staring too long, looking where he shouldn’t. you look up to him.

or atleast you did.

but he’s also not an idiot, and he knows that when he’s not looking at you – you’re looking at him. chewing your lip, thinking things you probably shouldn’t, because that would just be wrong. it would be so so wrong.

it’s miguel who knows that it will do good. a simple plan really, to catch you alone, corner you and scare you into being a better daughter. miguel knows he’s a scary guy, that not even you can see past.

a late evening, one where your father is working late, and you don’t have to study. miguel is going to do it then, slipping in through the front door quietly, padding up the stairs to your bedroom.

that’s when he sees you doing something you definitely shouldn’t be.

your bedroom door is cracked, because you think you’re alone, and it’s just enough for him to see you – pillow lodged between your thighs, face screwed tight in pleasure, hips jumping and squirming. Your shirt is longer than it should be, but it’s caught on the curve of your bare ass, revealing it to his wide eyes.

He knows he should just silently retreat, go home and try to pretend like this hasn’t happened, he really does know it. but he stays put.

in a trance, length growing hard in his boxers with every stupid little incoherent plead you let out, squeaking and whining. you’re begging into the air, please wanna cum, please please. frail frame shaking and twitching. he just can’t seem to stop watching, drool pooling at the back of his throat, swallowing thickly.

you gasp out, thighs clamping tighter around the pillow, clearly approaching an orgasm, but you force yourself to stop, chewing your bottom lip. miguel thinks for a moment that maybe you can see him somehow, but that thought diminishes when you toss the pillow to the floor, falling forward, pressing your face into the mattress, legs spread wide, ass high in the air.

he can’t breathe when he sees it – your soaking pussy, screaming for him, creamy and puffy as if you’ve been at for hours.

you slip two fingers in your hole, moaning out, toes curling. the noises you make when you start thrusting your small fingers in and out, gushy and obscenely loud, make him hot. sweat building at his hairline, cock twitching in his pants.

and as if it can’t get any worse, you say it. what he’d been imagining you do.

“miguel please, need it so bad mi vida” you croon, muffled by the bed sheets, but clear as day in his ears.

“hmmm what does my sweet girl need” he coos, clicking his toungue, sucking a breath between his teeth to suffice the nerves building in his stomach.

you pause, face twisting around to see him as he trudges into your room, glowering down at you with shame. your pussy clenches around your fingers, wetness seeping out around the knuckle, and you whine.

your fingers spread your folds, letting him see your greedy hole as his hands come to spread your cheeks, shuddering at the sight up close.

“want you to fuck me, want it so so bad”

he hums, fingers ghosting over your slit, flicking your clit “since you’re begging so sweetly” he smirks.

you behave better the next day.

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. severely unedited! pt.2 here

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seal your fate (a,f,d)

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hard thoughts pt. 1 (s,d)

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⁺ .. % ⨯ 🕸️ ﹅ ‧₊˚ miguel o’hara ✧ × . ⁺

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hard thoughts pt. 1 (s,d)

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Please please please repost prt 2 to https://www.tumblr.com/scribesoflex/722494599856291840/just-thinking-abt-older-miguel-x-younger-reader

i just realized my masterlist is gone?? Thats so weird idk why lol ill repost it

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he killed me in minecraft so i removed him from the server and blocked him on everything 😜 am i the villain?

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free my girl ok she did all that but y'all are annoying about it

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sweater weather but the punk goes pop vol 6 cover by the band slaves, and yes this matters and is extremely important to the current plot of my life btw

what’s your favorite song rn?

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and then that goty….YIKES!

geeking the fuck out watching the game awards right now.. witcher 4, new elden ring & borderlands already got me excited everything else is just extra so many good games coming out

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AWHHH HELL (it’s extremely accurate)

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rebrand underway 🫣🫣

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hey! so here is a crazy idea….JUST LIKE ME AS MUCH AS I LIKE YOU 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🥲

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back to my roots 😓 2021 ao3 slytherin era was peak fanfic, try and convince me otherwise

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i can be there for u 😮‍💨💞

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You guys im addicted to elder scrolls online 😣😣

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i litr cannot stop imagining reader and bestfriend!stiles getting so incredibly high and they’re just so horny and suddenly it’s like they can’t keep their hands (and mouths) off of each other but they’re just friends helping a friends out right :)) and it’s just cute and fluffy smut

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it happens too quickly — shared laughter somehow morphing into quiet gasps and hurried touches.

you can feel him wrap around your whole body, when in reality his rough hands are only gripping your hips over the fabric of your skirt, fingers pressing to the dimples at the base of your spine, slipping under the fabric of your sweater.

you blink at him, oblivious to the mascara smugged beneath your lashline, and the glitter that has fallen from the paper mache butterflys above your worn out couch, dusting across your face in such a perfect way that stiles swears you can’t be real.

this is very real though – and you become all too aware of that when you feel the stiff length of his cock grow against your core. It makes you stop, nervous fingers hovering above broad shoulders, hot breath stuttering across chapped lips.

Big, sparkling brown eyes, fluffy brown hair — you can’t keep looking at him in this light, it’s creating a pounding at the back of your skull, wincing as you create space between your bodies.

“are you okay?” stiles questions, warily scanning your features, calloused hands massaging the meat of your hips, squeezing in gentle reassurance. you nod silently, but can tell he doesn’t buy it.

pressing your mouth into a thin line, you fiddle with the buttons of his plaid shirt “it’s just- we’re best friends” you blink, drying eyes forcing you to squint at his expression.

his hands glide down your hips, passing over the front of your skirt, past the hem to your knees, fingers slipping past the fabric – creeping it up your thighs, watching you through his lashes, red eyes turned glassy.

“friends, help other friends out” he smiles, thumbs ghosting against the hem of your panties.

that’s all your intoxicated mind needs to lean into his embrace and join your lips once again, moaning into his mouth, licking over his tongue, giggling at the faint taste of fruit loops and strawberry milk, shifting your hips to mesh against his, grinding your heat against his crotch. stiles pistons his hips upwards, pressing his cock right against your clit through the lace of your damp panties, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding against him with more force, lips parting in a desperate pant.

“that feel good?” stiles husks, gently cooing at your slurred response, sweet expression a contrast to the pleasure building between your thighs.

you fist the fabric of his shirt, mewling when his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging on the strands gently, forcing you to look at him “you gonna cum? right here, like this?” his words carry a condescending tone, one that makes your pussy ache with need, despite the endless stream of pleasure that comes from humping over his buldge.

“yes – yes, want to cum” you nod, rutting against him more quickly, making the couch below you creak- puffs of hot air slipping past your lips with every roll of your hips.

it’s a tight knot in your stomach, coiling more and more with each passing second, until finally you reach the end of the rope – flashes of heat surging up your thighs, pasing over your shoulder blades, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as you whine out his name.

“hope you’re not tired baby, now it’s your turn to help me”

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idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.

(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟‍♀️’)

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stiles has always joked about how he’s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.

but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.

the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.

pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.

“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.

he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.

“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”

your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.

scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.

“gotta cum baby”

he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.

you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.

“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.

it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.

“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.

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