❤︎ smut ㆍ protected sex ㆍ semi-public ㆍ teasing ㆍ established relationship ㆍ fluff
. ݁₊ ♡ྀིྀི ·͙ college field trips are interesting.
a simple field trip for one of your classes. sure, it was nice to go somewhere and be out of your dorm but what you really liked was riding the bus with your cute nerdy boyfriend miguel.
poor thing can barely fit in the seat since they are a bit cramped and the man is literally made of pure muscle and is 6’9. you feel bad for him but try to cheer him up throughout the ride.
babbling about whatever while playing with his big ass hands, tracing your fingers among his calloused palms, knowing it was giving him goosebumps. play with his hair, fingers twirling a soft brown curl. wear his thick black rimmed glasses sometimes and mimic him by acting nerdy, making him roll his eyes from embarrassment. take a few cute selfies, make goofy faces that will forever be saved on your phone and possibly a new lockscreen. cuddle with him, his strong muscular arms wrapped around you as your head lays on his broad chest, relishing your time together.
the field trip was pretty quick honestly. you and miguel are surprised to be the first ones done and to come back. the bus is entirely empty, including the driver. with his hand in yours, you lure miguel to the back of the bus and sit in furthest seat.
“that was so quick. were we too fast?” you ask with furrowed brows, resting your legs in his lap.
“no, people are too slow.” one of his hands caress your calf, sending shivers down your spine. his touch always ignites your body. you can’t help it, his hands are just so… big and veiny.
“or maybe my boyfriend is way too smart and was able to get through everything quick.” you tease by slightly tugging on the collar of his shirt. god, you love him in black.
miguel huffs, rolling his eyes as he feels slight heat in his cheeks. “cállete…” your praising never fails to have an effect on him, sends a shiver down his spine. a pleasant shiver.
a smug smirk graces your lips as your fingers lightly trace his jawline. “mi miguelito… so smart… and strong… qué guapo…”
you can’t help but salivate over your handsome nerdy boyfriend. how fucking sexy he looks in that tight black shirt. the outlines of his muscles are so prominent. so damn tight it’s almost a compression shirt. how the sleeves make his biceps bulge so deliciously that you wanna bite and squeeze them. those fucking gray sweatpants miguel knows you love because you can see the imprint of his dick. the motherfucker knew what he was doing by wearing them today for this field trip. miguel knows it drives you crazy. not to mention a little sneak peek of his happy trail.
yep, you’re ovulating.
the throbbing of your clit and the fucking pool in your panties are evidence. like mentioned before, you can’t help it that your boyfriend is the most handsome man ever. the heat radiating inside you was killing you because all you want is to pounce on him and make him take you right then and there.
miguel, on the other hand, is practically the same. that nickname you call him makes him weak. especially in that sweet, seductive voice that makes his cock twitch shamelessly in his sweats. despite being a fucking giant, he crumbles onto his knees for you.
the throbbing was becoming unbearable and you couldn’t take it anymore. you need him, you need him so fucking bad. so, fuck it. you swiftly straddle yourself in his lap, cup his cheeks, and smash your lips on his. miguel lets out a muffed groan of surprise but ultimately goes under your spell and reciprocates. those calloused hands instinctively grabbing your waist as his lips meet yours in a desperate kiss. hands roaming each other’s bodies. your fingers digging into those soft chocolate locks, earning a heavenly groan from him. you can feel his erection pressed against your clothed pussy and instinctively grind on it, earning another groan.
“w-wait- we shouldn’t-” miguel mutters in between kisses, brows furrowed. “s-someone could walk in.”
“we finished super early.” you kiss his worries away. “besides, people are too slow.” you recite his own words with a smirk.
miguel groans at that. he is worried someone could walk in on you both. the last thing he wants is getting caught for having sex in the back of the bus but seeing how needy you are for him makes him throw all that shit out the window. he can never resist you.
the makeout session grows more intensely hot. both your cores throbbing with want and desperation.
“i need you, miguel…”
his cock twitches at your neediness. “joder…”
you’re the death of him.
luckily and shockingly, miguel carried a condom in his pocket and you yank it out from it. the motherfucker was carrying it this whole time? oh the sneaky little shit. don’t worry, he’s about to lose all his brain cells in a second. miguel tears it open while your hands eagerly wip out his cock from the confinements of his sweats and slip on the condom over his thick length as his hands lifts the hem of your skirt and slide your panties to the side.
a shared moan mingles in the air as you slowly sink down his cock. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, the stretch always gets you. once you bottom out and have a few moments of adjustment, you start bouncing on him. unable to resist the desperation any longer. ovulation was really bad this time.
a symphony of moans fall from you lips as miguel’s cock pounds into your tight gushing pussy. the bulbous tip repeatedly kissing your cervix so perfectly. you can feel him in your womb. the little bulge in your belly was enough proof. his large hands guide your hips up and down his thick length as you grip onto his bulky shoulders for dear life and tip your head back.
“oh miguel~”
“i know, bebita…” he moans when you clench around him, causing his head to throw back and tighten his grip on your hips.
each clench of your tight pussy and those pretty sounds of yours drive miguel fucking crazy. pounding into that sweet tightness like there’s no tomorrow just hear more of those cute sounds, knowing he is the cause of them. it makes his mind go haywire.
the bus is filled with nasty ass sounds. skin slapping, the gushing of your wet pussy getting pounded by miguel’s cock, your pretty moans and his heavenly groans.
miguel’s cock continues plowing into you as you lean back against the seat behind you. gripping onto the edge and arching your spine, offering your tits to his hungry gaze. letting out a moan when miguel’s hands leave your hips to grope your tits through your top. playing and squeezing the squishy mounds in his calloused palms as he pounds into your tight heat.
“s-so fucking tight.”
“miguel~ ah, ah, right there~” your back aches when his tip hits that sweet spot inside so perfectly.
bringing down one hand from your tit, he places it on your lower abdomen. feeling the tiny bump through your clothes as his cock pumps into you before lightly pressing down on it, earning a gasp from you which makes him chuckle.
“there, bebita?~” a smirk forms on his lips as he moves his hand in small circles, chuckling at the way your body squirms and the cute whines falling from your lips. “so sensitive- fuck-”
his attention returns to your jiggling tits and leans forward to bury his face in your cleavage. instinctively, your fingers dig into those soft brown locks while moaning at the overwhelming pleasure miguel is providing with his cock and mouth. his lips leaving wet kisses on your soft skin before sliding his tongue among the round surface of your breasts. groaning when you tighten your grip on his hair. that familiar warm sensation in your lower abdomen develops and approaches quickly with each thrust of his cock. with a few more pumps and flicks to your clit, you both finally come. you gushing around him and miguel spurting his thick seed into the condom. a little disappointed he didn’t come inside you like you wanted but protection comes first.
with his hands, miguel guides you back to lay on his chest as you both recover from your highs. heavy breathing echoing in the small portion of the bus. his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms as comfort. softly humming at the sensation. after recovering from mind-blowing bus sex, miguel carefully lifts you off his softened cock and removes the used the condom.
“throw it out.”
miguel looks at you with wide confused eyes. “outside? estas loca? people are gonna see it!”
“would you rather let them see it in here?” you arch a brow.
his expression falls flat, grumbling before lowering down the window and tossing the gross ass used rubber outside.
“if people see it, it’s your fault.” he scowls.
you shrug nonchalantly while adjusting his glasses that were about to fall off his handsome face. “oh well.”
thankfully, the rest of the class returns. peter and mj, your closest friends and another couple, join you and miguel in the back sitting in the seat across from you guys. although you and miguel had some recovery time, they notice your still slightly flustered faces.
“you guys okay?” peter asks concerningly.
“yep, just hot from the bright ass sun.” you lie but play it off effortlessly. it was actually hot though.
“oh yeah. literally the worst day to go on a field trip. why the hell would they do that?” peter starts complaining and mj joins in, indulging in their own conversation.
while on the ride back to campus, you and miguel are cuddling in silence until he decides to speak.
“you were ovulating, weren’t you?” he whispers.
you let out a snort. “yep, couldn’t help it, especially with your handsome nerdy ass but i always want you.”
he scoffs, holding you tighter. “loca.”
“honestly, we could’ve made a baby if we didn’t use a condom.”
“oh por dios- can we get our degrees first?”
even though he fucked your brains out, mainly his own, you love making him shy with your unhinged demeanor.
y’all. nerd!miguel embarrassingly confessing to you that he’s never been in a relationship before, let alone kissed someone…. and instead of making fun of him like he thought you would, you offer to be his first and he literally thinks he’s going crazy in the head because you???? being his ??? first kiss????
he mutters out a yes with a mixture of disbelief and excitement, and once your soft lips hit his, he thinks he’s gonna pass out…. you kiss him tenderly and pull back after a few seconds and he’s in pure euphoria, yet a nervous wreck…. asking you “w-was that okay?” and you tell him it could use some practice….
so you spend your days after class practicing in your dorm with him, the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, his confidence getting higher and higher everytime as he becomes more bold with his movements….. pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth…. touching and feeling you all over…. letting soft whimpers and moans against your lips…. LORD.
Description: A soft moment with Nerd!Miguel.
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You look beautiful. He always thinks that, but especially now as you fit yourself into his side, watching as he flips through Netflix for something to watch.
It wasn’t like this before, with Ava she would leave when it was done, put her clothes back on without sparing him a second look. But not you, you stayed, slipped his t-shirt on, climbed back into bed with him, clinging to him like a teddy bear.
“Do you want any more water?” Miguel asks, turning his head to you.
You shake your head then rest it on his chest. “No, I just want to stay right here for a bit.”
He’s pretty sure you can hear his heart pounding against his chest, his face burns, and he wants to melt into the mattress, his affection for you overflowing. “Yeah, no problem, you know you can stay as long as you like.”
You hum in response and place your hand on his chest, right over his heart.
“How about this movie? I’ve heard it’s good.” He suggests, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat.
“Whatever you think is best, I trust you.” You say sleepily, curling further into him.
I trust you. Is he dead? Is this heaven?
He clicks the movie and settles in, pulling a blanket up from the end of the bed and draping it over the both of you.
You and Miguel chat back and forth for a while pointing out inaccuracies in the movies, laughing at the jokes, cringing at the cheesy acting then fall silent, absorbed in the movie playing on the screen mounted to the wall.
Miguel gently trails his fingers up and down your back, the TV casting a soft glow across the floor, rain tapping against the window, the fuzzy blanket arranged haphazardly, your head still resting on his chest, flooding his senses with the scent of your perfume.
“As if you could splice DNA that quickly.” He snorts, eyes still locked on the screen.
When you don’t respond, he glances down. Your eyes are closed, your face half-buried in his sweatshirt, your fingers gently curled around the fabric keeping hold of him, your breathing soft and even.
Miguel smiles, warmth flooding through him, his heart skipping a beat as he takes in the sight. He never thought he would be here, with you, the pretty popular girl from his lab, the one every guy wanted, every guy fantasied about. But here you are, in his room, wearing his t-shirt, curled up and sound asleep on his chest.
How did he get this lucky? You could have anyone you wanted, he’s seen the way guys on campus look at you, but you never seem to notice. You say it’s because you’re always looking at him, and maybe you’re right. It’s intoxicating, the way you look at him. All pretty and perfect, looking up at him through your lashes, a smile toying at your lips. Or when you’re concerned, the emotion brimming in your eyes, the way you latch onto him, cling to him.
He bites the inside of his cheek as images from earlier make their way center stage. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the warmth of your walls desperately trying to coax him deeper, the hunger in your eyes as they met his. Of course, you’re tired, he did everything he could to pull climax after climax from you until you begged him to stop.
He pushes the memories away, wanting to soak in this peaceful moment. The sound of your breathing, the way you sigh softly and bury more of your face in his chest.
You’re so beautiful, so perfect, he wants to freeze time, wants to never let you go, wants to live in this moment forever.
An explosion lights up the TV screen, the sound rousing you from your slumber, and you lift your head blinking at him blearily. “What’s going on?”
He brushes his lips across your forehead, already missing the comforting weight of your body resting on his. “It’s just the movie, I can turn it down.”
“Oh no, the movie, Miguel, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You tell him, smoothing your hair down with your fingers, now wide awake.
Miguel shakes his head, his voice dipping low. “Don’t worry about it, you obviously needed the sleep.” A catlike smile spread across his face at your flustered expression.
You smack his shoulder playfully. “Perv.”
“You like it.” He teases, slipping his hands under your bare thighs and pulling you closer.
You yelp at the sudden movement, but soon relax into him, tracing his facial features with the tip of your finger. “I guess I do.”
He marvels at you, at the beauty of you. Even with smudged makeup, and your hair a bit tangled, you’re still breathtaking.
“What?” You ask, smiling down at him, radiant as the sun.
“You’re just so…beautiful.”
“Miguel.” You drag out his name, smiling embarrassedly, turning your face from his.
“Y/N.” He mimics, turning your face back towards his, and kissing you.
You melt into him, like you always do, as if he’s the only one who knows how to kiss you, the only one who should ever kiss you.
“You’re really handsome, you know? Insanely so.” You say between kisses, wanting to return his compliment, unable to just accept his praise.
“Oh really?” He asks. He can feel himself blushing, so he presses his lips to the corner of your lips.
You nod the best you can, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel’s lips drift lower, tilting your head instinctually, allowing him more access to your already marked skin. “Yeah, it’s not fair.”
“Dulzura, dulzura, dulzura, have you not heard the saying all is fair in love and war?” He presses the words into your skin, preening at the sight of his earlier marks. Later you’ll chide him for leaving such obvious hickeys, but right now he knows you don’t care.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just kiss me.” You say, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours.
He does so happily, humming against you, endorphins and dopamine blooming, traveling across his synapses with unparalleled speed. “As you wish.”
self-projecting bc my music theory class is killing me (:
also, this is my first time writing on here so pls bear with me 🫶🏼
nerd!miguel x music nerd!reader (assumed that reader can understand spanish)
cw: maybe slightly suggestive if you squint, light swearing, spanish translated from the DeepL app
You sniffle softly, looking down at your notebook paper. You look back at your music theory textbook and groan, confused and frustrated by what is asked of you. Miguel turns around towards you, his eyes softening as he fixes his thick crooked glasses and gets up from the chair.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, leaning down towards you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder and rubbing it gently.
“You wouldn’t get it” you groan, wiping away your tears from your cheeks and setting down your pencil. “Oye, háblame” He says, picking up your textbook and notebook and setting it aside so he can sit down next to you. “Honestly, I should not be crying over music. You know I absolutely love music, what you study is way fucking harder than me” You chuckle softly, while Miguel shakes his head. “No, no. Just like how you’re passionate about your music, I’m passionate about quantum physics. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get me frustrated, yea?” He whispers, kissing your forehead softly, making your face warm.
“I understand, thanks for listening” You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Tell me about what you’re studying” Miguel says, picking up your textbook and looking at the page labeled ‘Two part writing & species counterpoint’. “Damn, where do I even start?” You laugh, looking over at him as you take the textbook from his hands. “Well, the assignment I was crying over was writing a counterpoint for the melodies that are given. I was crying because there’s so many restrictions I have to follow when writing it out” You huff out, about to start ranting about how boring the line you’re writing is. “Like, this time period of music is so damn boring but this professor doesn’t want us to repeat certain up and down notations so I have no idea what the hell I’m doing right now and when I go to sleep, I wonder at night why the fuck I chose to major in Music theory!” You chuckle, tears starting to well up in your eyes again.
Miguel pouts softly, unable to see you upset. “Por favor cálmate bebé, vamos a tomar un descanso, ¿de acuerdo?” He whispers softly, cradling your head as he clears your bed, putting your stuff on the floor and pulling you closer to his chest. You sniffle once more, closing your eyes as you listen closely to his beating heart. “Mig?” You whisper, your hand resting on his torso. “Yes?” He asks, his voice a bit shaky. You shift your body up, hooking your leg over his lap and sitting down on his thighs. “Could you hold me like this?” You ask shyly, lying down on his chest.
“Hell yea” He whispers, utterly whipped for you.
Translations:
Oye, háblame - hey, talk to me
Por favor cálmate bebé, vamos a tomar un descanso, ¿de acuerdo? - Please calm down baby, let's take a break, okay?
so imagine dahlia getting news that miguel is visiting her dimension (aka pixie hollow) and wants everything to be perfect and up to his standards, but ends up pressuring her friends to change who they are for him to be proud of her.
Miguel and Dahlia talk alone, and he talks about how every universe is diverse and unique and has their own rules and customs and traditions - something that shouldn’t have to be changed for anybody. He even admits that he wished he was a diary because everything in pixie hollow and neverland in general feels so much more magical than his technologically advanced and hyperaware society. Yeah he’s got amazing gadgets and high tech things but god pixie dust is so cool.
their conversation ends with Dahlia realizing her mistake and apologizing to her friends, and making it up to them and Miguel by giving a brand new tour of neverland, showing off everything it has to offer proudly.
AWWWW AHHHH IM ifdgjidfi KNELT ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING
Cause like!! NERD!MIGUEL!!
Miguel who's been picking through the multiverse, and he had no idea there were universes that could challenge almost everything he knows - that forces him to drop all his science and just observe and experience.
And to him - that's what makes the multiverse a beautiful and wonderful place.
Imagine Miguel asking so many questions! About the politics or the food or the style of dress. He wants to know all the customs and meet all of Dahlia's friends and how she lives because it's just SO COMPELLING to him.
He spends way longer there than he thinks, asking how things are made and if she can show him. Asking about the history of her people, Fully NERDING OUT.
He tries to play it cool at first but after a while he asks to come over to check more things out and learn more.
(I HC that Miguel is also really interested in sociology and learning cultures across the multiverse because it's SO INTERESTING.)
Also because I have nowhere else to say this but like -- Isn't Silvermist such a baddie? Like, Queen.
I ain't arguing with a girl with big brown eyes. Whatever you say beautiful kjghjkgfjhfdh
ok but like … riding nerd miguel in your tiny dorm room with walls that are as thin as paper and you’re trying to make him shut up so nobody can hear but he literally cant so you cover his mouth and his glasses start fogging up…… oh
“No, so then we get to the next chapter, the one we were supposed to read before class, right? And this dumbass goes wait, who’s Ophelia again? We’re literally reading Hamlet; the book cover is that super famous painting of Ophelia, and he doesn’t even know who she is.” You rant, waving your hands wildly in frustration, recounting the drama from your last class as you and Miguel take the back way to your next classes. You’re walking down the cracked sidewalk, the large looming trees above, birds singing in their branches, it’s quiet, no one else is around.
Miguel hums in halfhearted acknowledgment, and you look over at him, slowing your pace.
“Sorry, I know I’m being dramatic, but it just pisses me off.” You say, and Miguel can see you curling in on yourself.
“Don’t apologize, I’m just enjoying listening.” He says, trying to blink himself out of the trace your beauty has put him in. “And looking at you.”
You look so pretty, your hair tied up, a few strands falling perfectly, framing your face, the sun on your skin, the flowers blooming on the trees and bushes behind you.
You give him a shy smile, looking up at him through your mascara adorned lashes. “You’re so sweet.”
It’s his turn to be shy, and he ducks his head. “It’s easy to be sweet to you, you deserve it.”
You smack his arm playfully, full on beaming at him now. “Shut up, I adore you.”
I love you. The words sit on the tip of his tongue, poised, ready for action, but he chokes them down. “Now who’s being too sweet?”
You giggle, and it’s like music, like bells, like everything he’s ever wanted to hear. He loves to hear you laugh.
Miguel wants to kiss you, but he knows once he starts, he won’t be able to stop, and you both have classes to get to.
“Yeah, yeah, but anyways, so Dr. Wrinkler is like young man she is the very reason we’re reading this book. And dumbass just says I thought we were reading Hamlet because of Hamlet. Literally starts arguing with the professor! And I’m just sitting there dumbfounded, but also happy because I didn’t actually read the chapter before class, so I don’t mind him wasting class time.” You admit, giving Miguel an impish smile.
“My girlfriend, the ever-diligent student, is secretly a rule breaker, who would’ve known?” He jokes, glancing over at you when you stop dead in your tracks. “What’s wrong?”
You smile and go up on your toes, pressing your lips against his cheek. “I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me your girlfriend before; I like it.”
His cheeks warm and he ducks his head. “I…I like it too.”
You coo at him and smother his face with quick kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height, angling your lips against his in a way that feels both romantic and wildly inappropriate. His head spins and he can’t stop a whimper from escaping when your nails graze against the nape of his neck, and your tongue traces the seam of his lips.
You smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair, manicured nails massaging his scalp, his glasses digging into the bridge of his nose a bit. He doesn’t care, you could devour him, break him into tiny pieces, melt him down, mold him into something new, whatever you want as long as you keep kissing him.
His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer, instinct taking over as he explores every inch of your mouth, the tip of his tongue running across yours, his grip tightening when he feels your breathing speed up.
You break away, breathing harshly, leaning into him like your knees are weak. “You’re um—you’re really good at that.”
“Only with you, mi dulce.” He says, and it’s not a lie, it’s the truest thing he knows. He likes kissing you, it comes naturally, everything he does you like and vice versa, there’s no wrong moves with you. “You inspire greatness in me.”
“Who knew you had such a silver tongue?” You tease, looking up at him with your pupils blown wide, your hands trailing lower, caressing his broad back.
Maybe he could convince you to skip class?
“If you would let me, I could show you more of it.” The words are honeyed, far smoother than he thought they would be, and Miguel holds his breath as he waits for your response.
Your breath catches in your throat and blink at him, stunned, flustered, lips parted in shock, or maybe anticipation? It’s an intoxicating expression, one that fuels him, fills him with courage.
“Déjame mostrarte cómo me has inspirado, mi musa, déjame arrodillarme ante ti, pintarte, tocarte, adorarte.” He whispers, drunk on your reaction, on the feeling of all your attention focused solely on him. Trsl: Let me show you how you have inspired me, my muse, let me kneel before you, paint you, touch you, worship you.
“Oh…” You breathe out, as you tilt your head subconsciously, your eyes flickering down to his lips.
He doesn’t need any other instruction, and he closes the distance, humming at the way you melt into him. He could do this forever, just you and him in the quiet of the day, sheltered by the shadow of the trees.
A sharp wolf whistle breaks you two apart.
“Damn, y/n, is that Honor Council approved?” Kelsy, one of your sisters’ calls, making you turn on your heel.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, Ms. Honor Council Chairman?” You call back, rolling your eyes playfully.
“It’s not, but we’re going to be late for class, so I’ll excuse it.” Kelsy says, linking her arm with yours and pulling you towards the direction of your class, casting a sympathetic look over her shoulder towards Miguel. “Sorry lover boy, gotta steal your girl, good grades and all that.”
He just nods, feeling back in that daze from before. It’s only the sight of you blowing him a kiss that breaks the trance, and he forces himself to head to his own class, the feeling of your lips on his still lingering.
I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT BUT I'M TRAINING THE NEW GIRL AT WORK SO I'VE HAD ZERO TIME TO WRITE + EDIT, SO THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT TILL SHE CAN STAND ON HER OWN SO SORRYYYY
