Mina Leigh - Blog Posts
— SO HIGH, BREATHE ON ME
written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 3000+
summary. after the heated argument between maddy and nate in the hot tub, on her birthday, you needed to have a smoke break. assuming nate left you ran into the bathroom with him in there. the situation that occurred before irking him, tension was thick, speeding up your heartbeat. he put it on himself to relieve your stress.
labels. manipulative nate, nate is obsessed with you. oblivious shy reader, hyper feminine reader, slight intoxicated reader. sexually repressed nate & reader. use of y/n.
additional tags. handjob, vaginal fingering, slight boobplay, male ejaculation, squirting
warnings. tension, manipulation, suggestive themes, emotional intensity, smoking, strong language. VIEWER DISCRESTION IS ADVISED
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on season two, episode four. this idea came up after the official announcement of season 3. im extremely sorry for delaying this for absolutely no reason.
the night was suffocating, the air heavy with chlorine, sweat, and the lingering scent of cheap body spray. maddy’s birthday party was nothing short of a disaster, and you needed a break — needed to get away from the chaos, the screaming match that erupted in the hot tub, nate’s deep voice cutting through the night like a blade.
you felt secondhand embarrassment for maddy, but also for yourself. sitting there, pretending not to be affected, pretending like you didn’t feel the tension radiating off nate in waves. your heart pounded every time his voice raised, every time his jaw clenched. it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, unable to look away.
so you did what you always did when the pressure got to be too much — you slipped away, a pre - roll case in hand, heading toward the upstairs bathroom. nobody really came up here, and the balcony attached to the room made for the perfect hiding spot.
pushing the door open, you barely had time to react before you realized someone was already in there.
nate.
he was standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were white. his reflection stared back at him with that unreadable expression, eyes dark, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath his damp shirt. he looked like he was trying to keep himself from breaking something.
your breath hitched, fingers tightening around your personalized pre- roll case. ❝ i — i didn’t know anyone was in here. ❞
goosebumps littered your body as drops of chlorine rolled down your skin from your bathing suit.
he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge your presence at first. just let out a slow, controlled exhale before finally turning his head toward you, eyes dragging over your frame like a slow burn.
❝ you smoke? ❞ his voice was quieter now, rough, still laced with irritation from earlier.
you nodded, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. ❝ a little, yeah… ❞
his lips twitched, like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite bring himself to. instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step toward you, then another, until he was too close, until the scent of his cologne mixed with chlorine made your head spin.
❝ and you need to clear your head now? ❞
your throat felt tight. ❝ yeah. ❞
he hummed, eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips before flickering back up. he wasn’t touching you, but you felt it anyway — the weight of his presence pressing against you, making your knees weak.
he was eyefucking you.
❝ guess you’re not as innocent as you look, ❞ he murmured, voice dipping lower, almost taunting.
your stomach flipped. nate always did this — talked to you like he knew something you didn’t, like he could see through you, past the sweet smiles and shy glances.
you swallowed hard, glancing away. ❝ everyone has their vices. ❞
his chuckle was dark, humorless. ❝ yeah. ❞
silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. you weren’t sure why you weren’t leaving, why your feet stayed planted even as your brain screamed at you to move.
maybe it was the way he was looking at you.
maybe it was the way you wanted him to.
he reached out then, slow and deliberate, plucking the case from your fingers. he turned it over in his hand, studying it, before pulling one out and tucking it between his lips.
❝ you got a light? ❞
you hesitated, then pulled a lighter from your purse, flipping it open with shaky fingers. he leaned in, lips brushing the tip of the joint, eyes locked on yours.
heat rises in your cheeks, your voluminous eyelashes fluttering as the tried to get you to blink.
the flame flickered to life, catching the end, and for a moment, you swore your fingers grazed his jaw — just barely, just enough to feel the heat of his skin.
he inhaled deeply, then pulled back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before holding the joint out to you.
you hesitated, then took it, placing it between your lips, decorated with your lip combo. your sparkly lipgloss illuminating under the iridescent light. tasting the remains of him on the tips of the rolling paper.
his eyes darkened.
❝ y’know, ❞ he said, voice lazy, edged with something dangerous, ❝ you’re kinda cute when you’re nervous. ❞
❝ you smell great too. ❞
your heart stuttered. ❝ i — i’m not — ❞ completely ignoring the compliment.
❝ yeah, you are. ❞
he moved closer again, until your back was against the door, until his fingers were ghosting over your wrist, barely touching but enough to make your skin tingle.
❝ nate — ❞
❝ what? ❞
your breath hitched. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the way he was looking at you — like he was sizing you up, figuring out how much space you’d let him take before you’d finally push back.
but you didn’t push back.
and he knew that.
his hand brushed your waist, slow, calculated, fingertips pressing just enough to make you shiver.
❝ i - i just needed a smoke, ❞ you whispered, voice barely audible.
he smirked then, finally, tilting his head.
❝ yeah? ❞
his hand trailed higher, thumb brushing against the hem of your top, teasing, like he was testing the waters.
❝ then why aren’t you stopping me? ❞
your pulse was pounding, heat spreading up your neck.
you didn’t have an answer.
because he was right.
because you didn’t want to.
nate’s brows knit for a moment, as if contemplating something.
❝ i’d like to try something that might help. ❞
that alone would’ve made you run out of the bathroom and just go home. from him of course.
but that didn’t explain why your heart was racing.
he grabbed you without warning, and you sucked in a breath, surprised. you covered it by clearing your throat, looking away. something nerve racking had crawled its way up into your chest. something that made your stomach twist.
you weren’t uncomfortable, you were simply nervous.
nate hummed quietly, as he positioned you. your back resting against his damp shirt. it was a wet but warm yet overly sensory feeling.
he began tracing your swim bralette. long fingers passing over the straps, the ribbon tied in the sides that prevented you flashing your tits in front of him. he cupped them in his hands and groped them.
you let out a gasp. your eyes instantly shutting as you placed your delicate hand on his right one. gripping it tight, but not to tight for him to stop caressing.
your fresh new set of nails on top of his finger joints itself got you aroused.
with less pressure, he repeated the same motion to soothe out the tension.
❝ feels good? ❞ he asks in a soft chuckle.
you nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice since it’d betrayed you not more than a moment ago. nate was more attentive than he expected, the immediate concern followed by quick correction. he was highly focused, his slightly chewed bottom lip flushed slightly from the pressure between his teeth, his brows furrowed slightly as he navigated around your boobs.
it was nice, the effort and care.
now you had a fairy clear idea of why your heart was racing so fast.
you were getting horny.
nates’s posture became rigid. but he smirked.
❝ can i go further? ❞
❝ i d-don’t know.. i just don’t you to feel like you have to. ❞
nate had zero reason to refuse. he did kinda want this. he very much would like those hands back on your sexy skin.
nate made his way back towards you, heart nearly beating out of his chest.
but you didn’t and wouldn’t ever know he felt that way.
nate quickly shifted into gear, hands confident in their movements as they fell on your body again. unsure what to do with your own, you kept your hands pressed against either side of yourself .
you focused on your breathing, as it’d started to become labored and quick as nate worked to unfasten your top . when undone and dropped to the ground, nate reached your hardened nipples.
you let our another gasp, one of pleasure.
❝ y/n relax. ❞ nate said, pulling you out of your head immediately. he retracted his hands. “❝ we don’t have to do this. ❞
❝ n-no! i want to! im trying to relax... ❞
nate’s gaze flickered between a few things, your eyes and clearly not relaxed face, to your bare chest, up up to your face before landing her lips. your heart heart skipped a beat.
❝ would it help if i kissed you? ❞
right. most people would have kissed before engaging in any activity even remotely similar to this. that might help.
even if that was with nate, too.
you trusted nate. atleast in the heat of the moment.
❝ i think so, ❞ you replied in what wasn’t meant to be a whisper, but your breathlessness barely carried the words. you swore you saw his breath hitch. with a short, half assed nod, nate shuffled closer. the position was a little awkward.
there was a pause till nate pressed his hand behind your back while the other locked the door. leading you to the toilet as he sat.
seemingly realizing it too, you shifted. you moved with slightly less certainty as before into nate’s lap. with a knee on either side of his thighs, you were straddling him. despite how uncomfortable it was.
the slight pressure of you on top of him like this, with blown out pupils looking back at him, made it nearly impossible to breathe. you swallowed something scratchy and thick in his throat as nate leaned in and captured your lips in a plush, nearly chaste kiss.
even expecting it, you sucked in a sharp intake of breath when they met. It flooded his nose with the scent of nate’s skin and a now barely - noticeable scent of chlorine. your lips were soft, so, so soft against his.
and it was over all too soon.
❝ i-im sorry nate.. i just can’t believe this is happening, ❞ you pulled back jarringly fast, one of your hands moving up to cup over your mouth. a prickle of panic washed through you . was it bad? it did not feel bad to you.
your shoulders started to shake slightly, the corners of your lips quivering.
you hadn’t noticed nate had leaned back in until he was caught in yet another kiss. It was more confident.
a soft, warm hand came to caress the side of your face, pulling you closer, as nate deepened the kiss. just as before, it took a minute to feel out the movements, but it wasn’t long until you lost yourself in the feeling, head fuzzy from this intimate touch.
he was enjoying it as much as you were, that he hadn’t even registered your hand had started pulling down his swimshorts, until the heel of your palm pressed against his cock.
pressing your hand down harder and capturing his lips once more. nate relaxed, letting the cool wall behind him take his weight. your tongue was against his again, unbelievably warm and soft. he tried to focus on the kiss.
you continued palming over nate’s still clothed cock, incredibly sensitive from what was suffocating minutes of neglect. it had never felt like this on his own before. body all hot and bothered, mind in a hazy cloud, blood pumping hard and steady. his stress and tension forgotten, replaced by searing heat which was rapidly building.
very rapidly building into something he easily recognized.
nate panicked.
❝wait,❞ he reared back from the kiss and snatched your wrist, forcing you to stop. wide, nate as panicked eyes bore back into him. Tenya was quick to explain through his labored breaths, trying to will the feeling away. ❝i was about to …❞
nate swore his heart skipped multiple beats at the sight, leaping in his chest before falling right back into its rapid, electrified rhythm.
nate was so not ready for this to be over yet, he cautiously brought his hands to either side of your hips where you were still straddling him. it was your time to freeze, stilling beneath the touch with a shaky breath.
you were still aroused.
you had remained still for a brief, tense moment before you expelled a long breath and slouched forward, letting you forehead rest against nate’s chest. ❝please,❞ you whispered at the tail end of his breath.
nate’s pulse hammered hard and fast, equally terrified and desperate to feel your soft, visibly smooth, skin. despite the buzzing beneath the surface, his hands thankfully weren’t shaking as he felt the fabric of your swim panties. he followed the same order you had done to him, unfastening the ribbon straps, and finally dragging the top down. you gasped into the crook of his neck, his warm breath making you shiver. you nodded into his shoulder, shifting his hips closer as if to urge him along.
encouraged from the soft sound, nate slowly let out a schooled breath as he followed through, he caressed his hand on your heat, warm and smooth like putty on his hand.
you moaned softly, somewhat muffled now. one of you hands had found the back of nate’s neck, the other kept himself steady on his shoulder.
nate settled on a gentle, steady, but firm pressure as he lifted and separated your folds, pulling further sounds out of the girl on top of him. you were always down to earth, but with you so near, nate could make out even the hitch of your breath. your sighs and gasps morphed into needier moans when he increased the pace.
you keened and suddenly pushed yourself back upright. your lips were parted and panting, and you completely tugged nate’s waistband down. without warning, you wrapped a hand around nate’s forgotten arousal.
the pleasure that shot through him, equally as unexpected and intense, pulled a low, strewn out sound from his chest.
it was echoed by you as nate had unintentionally flicked your clit.
but the rapidly building feeling from earlier returned with full force, pulling nate right to the edge in seconds.
your grip and pace increased around him and nate choked on a groan and his orgasm slammed through him. a piercing wave of pleasure shocked his system, something unlike he’d ever experienced on his own, with maddy, or with cassie, as he came over your still pumping fist.
his pace faltered as he felt nothing but light for a mere moment until your head dropped, watching half-lidded as you canted your hips into nate’s hands, urging him to continue.
❝n-nate,❞ you started, eyes squeezed closed, brows knit in pleasure as soon as he resumed the fervent pace. your lips were bitten red and raw as breathless words poured out. ❝n-nate, i like you … i really really l-like you!❞
your forehead fell to nate’s shoulder again with a sharp, keening sound.
feeling as if you were slick and coated in you juices, he stuck in two fingers without even realizing.
❝feels g-good …❞ you whimper out, unshed tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, as he pumped in and out.
that confession alone had him riled up. he wanted you to feel good, just as much as you made him too.
he had to make you orgasm. try to.
nate’s pace in you tightened, partially because of the confession and the desperation to make you come too.
❝me too,❞ nate admitted, breathless and entranced as your body shook and twitched, your own climax finding you immediately. you cursed mindlessly as it coursed through him. your body sagged forward after a moment, pressing his face further into the crook nate’s neck to catch your breath.
damn, he really knows what he’s doing. he is simultaneously fucking you with his middle and index fingers as his thumb rapidly drifts in circular motions and upwards and downwards.
the best combination if you do say so yourself. thinking it actually. feels so much better when someone else is doing it, and when that someone else is nathaniel jacobs.
your voice let out a loud scream of ecstasy, before letting it flood the entire room, nate captured your lips. smashing them onto his. as you squirted all over his pretty hands, trailing down your leg.
nate’s own climax was still recovering, his heart having returned to a nearly-steady rhythm, though still elevated and pounding hard all through him. nate dropped you left softly and brought his clean hand up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
it was a calm, blissful few moments of quiet before the mess they made started to cool, making things sticky and uncomfortable.
he chuckled and pecked you forehead, both cheeks, and your lips, whatever flavored lip product making its way to his lips.
❝want me to eat you out as you finish chiefing that pre - roll?❞
© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025
nobody asked but im working on coming out with another nate jacobs one - shot
spoiler . . . viewer discretion is advised ୨ৎ
this is so cute omg
short n' sweet writing challenge
since short n' sweet has taken over my life (i mean i even themed my tumblr after sabrina) I thought why not write some little oneshots about some characters i'm known for and some new ones i've gotten into themed around the songs on the album!
basically request through my inbox on the character and song you would want me to write and i'll do it!
FULL CREDIT goes to @idyllcy for this idea. its so creative and wanted to do it for one of my favorite albums right now!
request away! :)
taste - steve harrington
please please please - deadpool
good graces - eddie munson
sharpest tool - nathan prescott
coincidence - billy loomis
bed chem - peter parker
espresso - sean diaz
dumb & poetic - jason todd
slim pickens - saiki kusuo
juno - bruce wayne
lie to girls - billy hargrove
don't smile - finn mcnamara
posting will start november 1st!
🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED
parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader
summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.
age of parring ➵ 16 - 18
warnings ➵ fluff
extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.
here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.
you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?
you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.
you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.
it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.
DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY
the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.
❝ m-may i come in? ❞
❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.
❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞
you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.
you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.
you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.
you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.
you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.
as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.
draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.
one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.
anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.
he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.
he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.
reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.
❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.
❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞
he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞
❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.
you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.
❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.
he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.
the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.
the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.
one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.
it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.
listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.
❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.
❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.
it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.
draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.
unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.
how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.
❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞
❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.
narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.
❝ cmon now, run along! ❞
draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.
lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.
bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.
nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.
❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.
before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.
❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.
kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.
draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.
❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.
❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.
❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞
you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.
a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.
sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.
the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.
୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧