Miguel x Reader Oneshots (SMUT & Fluff)

You're Going Home

Male Y/N

Miguel POV

Fluff

(TW: mention of alcohol & drugs)

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I took a quick turn, pulling into the driveway and parking the car. I pushed the door open before almost slamming it close. I pulled the hoodie over my head, pushing the door open and walking into a bunch of drunk adults. They were all drinking out of red cups filled with varying shades of brownish liquid. It didn't look like soda, and from the smell it was either whiskey or beer. Judging by the multiple bottles, they probably bought a bunch of different alcohol to drink. I pushed through the bunch of people who were seemed super short to me. I grabbed a cookie and took a bite, but quickly spat it out. It tasted like vodka or some other shit. Is everything here alcohol? 

I made it to the living room all sweaty. It felt like I'd been in the entrance forever. How big was this party? I made my way through, and I started to call for him. "Y/N! Where are you?" I scanned each part of the room as I made my way through the tables filled with food and cups of alcohol. I managed to make it upstairs, and it was surprisingly empty. There were a few ripped condom packets. I almost gagged at the loud sounds in the bathroom while I continued walking through the house. I made it to one of the only unlocked bedrooms. There were no sounds in this one, but I peeked through the door just incase. There was Y/N, he was slowly eating a plate of sausages and seemed in a daze. He was definitely drunk as shit, considering the floor being littered with bottles, plastic cups and other shit. At least there were no clothes and condoms on the floor. I quietly tip toed into the room, and Y/N wasn't able to notice me. I quickly sat down onto the bed, and only then did Y/N's head spin towards where I was. 

"Are you drunk?" I asked, gently wrapping my fingers around his side and pulling him onto my lap. Y/N immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. "No, I'm hungry." I  chuckled, stroking Y/N's hair softly. "There's better food at home, let's go." I laid a gentle kiss on his head, and Y/N giggled while curling up in my lap. I wrapped my arms under his back and around his side while letting him use my shoulders as support for himself. He dug his nails into my body, but I would've done the same if our roles were reversed. The only difference would be the fact Y/N is shorter and lighter than me. And I have claws, not nails. I carefully went down the stairs and made sure to watch my step. I carefully tucked Y/N into the backseat and tuck him in with a big blanket we kept. I stroked his hair again, brushing his silky locks as I did so. I quietly shut the door before I shoved myself into the driver's seat. Y/N whined again. "Food?" "I'll get you McDonalds." I sighed, rolling my eyes.

I kicked open the front door, and it somehow didn't fall off its hinges. I should probably stop doing that. I locked it behind us and I climbed up another flight of stairs before I slipped into bed with Y/N. I pulled him onto my lap once more. I quietly fed Y/N his big mac and fries, because I didn't want him to make a mess. After I cleaned him up, I threw the wrappers into a trash bin we had near our bed for nights like this. I pulled the blankets over us, and Y/N cuddled up to me, curling and wrapping his arms around me. "I love you~" He purred out drunkenly as he fell asleep. I chuckled, turning off the light as I held him close and wrapped my arms tightly around him. "I love you too. But no more parties."