Cobra Kai x Reader ONESHOTS!! [COMPLETED]

Miguel x Reader LIME

Miguel was excited to come home after a long day at work. A new video game was dropping, and him and Demitri had plans to play together.
The last week had been overwhelming for him. Balancing school, work, and karate was getting difficult. You decided to help him... Destress.
Miguel's gaming set up was a desk with a monitor, headphones, and a mic. He was supposed to be getting back in a few minutes, so you hid in his closet. You closed the doors and hid under clothes.
You sat silently, trying your best to not make yourself noticeable.
"(Y/n)?" You heard Miguel call out from the living room.
You remained silent, hearing him check other rooms. Then, the bedroom door opened. He came in expecting you there, but didn't see you.
His phone rang. You watched him pick up, hearing Demitri's voice on the other end.
"Hello?" Miguel said. "Yeah, Yeah I'll get on now. I'll send you my info." He hung up and got on. You peaked through the spaces between the wood of the doors.
Ten minutes in and Miguel was talking to Demitri through a headset. You had no idea what they were playing, but it sounded like some sort of fantasy war game.
Then, your name was brought up.
"How are things with (Y/n)?" Demitri asked. Miguel always had one side of his headphones off in case he needed to hear anyone outside.
"They're great," He started. "Dude, I think I'm in love with her."
"Ew."
"No I mean like, obviously we've said 'I love you' before, but there's just something about her... She's always on my mind. And I've never been with anyone like her."
"Gee Romeo, thats absolutely gut wrenching. Take your mind off of her for a sec and focus on the game? I'm getting my ass beat here."
Miguel sighed and went quiet.
Though Demitri's sarcasm was always funny, you smiled to yourself at how Miguel talked about you. Now was your opportunity.
You came out from the closet, slowly sliding open the door.
"(Y/n)?! How long have you been there?" Miguel put a hand on his mic, muffling the sound for Demitri.
    "Long enough," You made your way over to him, crawling on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you."
    He ignored the losing battle on the screen and looked at you instead, kissing your cheek. "I love you too."
     "Gross! Is she there with you?" Demitri yelled.
     "Hi Demi." You said near the mic.
     You heard a loud, disgusted groan from the headset and giggled.
     "How well can he hear background noise?" You asked.
     "My headset's pretty shitty, so probably not well."
     You smirked devilishly before softly kissing him, his eyes locked on your lips. He pulled you in again after you pulled away, planting soft kisses on your cheek. "What's all this for?"
"You need a de-stresser." You traced lazy circles on his chest, slowly moving your hand down to his pants. "So relax, and don't let Demitri hear you."
You got off his lap and positioned yourself in front of his legs, underneath his desk.
"But what if he does?" Miguel said nervously.
"What if he what?" You heard Demitri ask.
"Not my problem. You need this, trust me."
He went back to playing his game. You lifted his shirt slightly, kissing down his happy trail. He shifted slightly at your touch, looking down nervously.
"Don't be such a baby, it's the risk that makes it better." You teased as you undid his zipper. He was hard, but it wasn't good enough. You rubbed at his cock through his boxers, making him him inhale sharply and go stiff. After a few moments you decided you've tortured him enough, so his boxers came off too. His cock sprang out but you didn't want to go all in yet. He needed it slow.
You took his length in your hand and squeezed, putting pressure on the shaft as you went up and down.
"Fuck-" He whined.
"What? What happened?" Demitri said.
"I just," He paused, collecting himself. "Lost some HP, that's all."
"Nice save." You smirked, continuing with your little task. You took your hand away, making eye contact as you licked precum off your hand. He blushed a deep red and looked away.
"C'mon baby, look at me. Don't you wanna see how much I'll enjoy your cock in my mouth?"
"Jesus Christ you're a freak."
"Fuck you too?" You heard Demitri say.
"Ugh, not you- Hang on a second." Miguel moved and muted his mic, then took his headset off and set it on the on the desk. Demitri yelled in protest from the now abandoned speaker.
"Focus on your game, baby." Your eyes met his as you dragged your tongue up his length, planting a wet kiss at the tip. All attempts made to play were diminished rather quickly, seeing as every little movement your tongue made had him going crazy.
You bobbed your head up and down, periodically taking your mouth off to let your tongue do the work.
"Hhngh... Haahh- (Y/n) oh my God-" He panted, clutching the controller.
You wet your lips and tightened them around him, letting your teeth lightly graze his sensitive skin. He bucked his hips and grabbed at your hair, neglecting the game completely.
"Hello!? Miguel why are you just sitting there? We're losing!" Demitri yelled.
You both ignored him. His hips were still moving in sync with your mouth. He arched his back and moaned louder with each drag your tongue made. You moved your head down, letting the tip hit your throat.
     "Mmhh..." You made a soft noise to get him riled up, looking in his eyes as you did.
     "F-Fuck- Hhaah-" He tugged at your hair and scraped the arm of the chair. "D-Don't look at me like that..."
     You stopped abruptly. "Why? I wanna see you lose all control, Miggy. I wanna watch what I do to you." After a few seconds, you continued.
     "Fuck- Fuck- (Y/n)-" He arched his back once more before coming in your mouth. You swallowed the rest before getting out from under the desk.
     "Such a good boy," You wiped your mouth and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go make some tea."