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Lawson James | Raging Stallion's Guilty as Sin

Yes. Perfection. 😛

Nerdy!Miguel who’s pinned to the wall, his arms curled around you to press your body closer to his. Your hands running through his hair and you can feel the heat emitting off his cheeks.

Nerdy!Miguel whose lips quiver when you pull away for just a moment, a plea hanging on his lips and glasses slightly fogged up.

“Mm…Maybe we should stop. Class started already…” He whispers, his fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt.

“What’s the rush?” You kiss his lips once more, Miguel’s half lidded eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you.

Miguel huffs, a giant blush coating across his face. “We’ll—we’ll get in trouble.” Yet, his fingers dance underneath the hem of your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your lower back. You response by kissing the corner of his lips, then down to his jawline and then down his neck.

You feel him shiver, a shaky sigh escaping him and he pushes you flush against him. He can feel you smirk on his neck and his mind spins. Miguel turns his head up to give you more access and to also give himself the chance to push his glasses back on his nose bridge.

He mutters a weak whine of your name, his hips instinctively bucking up to feel you. The nudge of the tent in his pants makes you giggle. Your teeth nibbles on his neck, Miguel twitching in surprise and a gasp that he quickly shuts up by pursing his lips.

Nerdy!Miguel can’t help but lift your shirt further up while your hands run down to unbuckle his belt, the band of his boxers in view already.

He feels your hands close his clothes cock and he throbs with need, choking out a soft loan that comes out strangled—he’s trying to keep himself together.

Nerdy!Miguel who looks down at you, glasses sliding down his nose again, hair pieces falling over his forehead and lips plumped from kissing. The cherry on top? His face is tinged with red, all the way to his ears.

He gulps and blinks dumbly down at you. “K..Kiss…” He mumbles. “Kiss me.” He begs.

You tease him by pausing your movement to take off his pants, head leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth again. He squirms, eyebrows scrunching up. He’s clearly not satisfied.

“Please.”

Catching his lips with yours, Miguel’s eyes roll back and you swallow his moans. His hips grind against yours, lips separating and joining again and again in a needy kiss, hearts beating as one. You feel his desperation, the way when you part he chases you again, the way his nails gently scratch you as he wants you near as possible, the shy slips of his tongue on your lower lip.

“What the hell are you two doing?!”

Migue snaps his eyes open, pulling away from you suddenly and slamming the back of his head against the wall. “AH—!” He groans, his glasses knocked off from impact as he curls into himself and rubs his head.

You gasp in shock, scrambling to hold Miguel’s head to check for damage. You look at who had interrupted and recognized them as one of the professors.

“We were just—“

“Come with me. Both of you.” Their arms were crossed a scowl on their face.

Miguel can’t barely stand up straight. The pain subsiding and only pure embarrassment clouding his mind. His face is bright red and he fumbles with putting his glasses back on. He doesn’t have the capacity to speak, only nodding and keeping his head down.

“And fix yourselves.”

Miguel looks down at his belt opened and half off and he starts sweating profusely, hands shaking as he sets himself decent again. You fix your shirt and hair, reaching up to fix Miguel’s hair as well. He stands stiffly as you do so, staring down at his shoes. He grabs and pulls his shirt down, trying to cover the bulge that was obviously there and proud.

Nerdy!Miguel who sits straight in the chair outside the deans office. Hands tightly clasped in his lap and he can’t bear to look at you without turning bright red.

You sit beside him with a guilty smile, your hand coming over to cover his. You see his lips tighten and decide maybe it was best you didn’t touch him. So you pull away.

However, Nerdy!Miguel quickly snatches your hand back, interlacing his fingers between yours and giving it a squeeze. Despite him not looking at you, he looks at your lap and smiles weakly—he’s not upset at you at all.

But his hand is very sweaty. Luckily, you both don't get kicked out. Just don't do it again.

So much Punk Migs i wanted some Nerdy Miggy love this time around :) Mini Taglist !!!: @migueloharasoulmate @lauraolar14

time to give him more kids