COBRA KAI, imagines and preferences

all for me* - miguel

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, hair pulling, angry sex, choking, pinning, dirty talk, dom miguel, fingering, kissing, bratty reader, mirror kink, degradation, before you guys get mad the reader is on the pill, name kink
CREDIT: myself
WORDS: 3803

You were so thankful to have him. You adored every single thing about him. He made you smile, he made you laugh, he knew how to cheer you up. However, the best of all, he knew exactly how to turn you on, how to stimulate and tease you, and he always made you orgasm, and he did it flawlessly. Every. Damn. Time.

He used little different things each time, the first time he took it slow to see what you liked and to make sure you were comfortable, he used his hands only, and then a few weeks later he finally fucked you, and boy was it amazing.

The second time, he used his mouth and his tongue. He was so talented, he knew every trick in the book. It amazed you how many times he could make you come, each time had the same amount of passion and the same amount of effort, he never slacked. And each time, he fancied you just as much (if not more), than he did the last time.

You had many other times, and they all felt the same but different. He craved you just as much, but it was never the same cause he always pulled something different. He was an expert.

You always wondered how he learned all of his techniques, cause no man has fucked that many women and learned that many ways to please a woman just at the age of 17. Most guys haven't even lost their virginities yet (which is perfectly okay as well). But Miguel had to have learned it himself, or maybe his dad was just some secret sex master and Miguel was born into it. Although that was incredibly unrealistic, but it happens in mafia stories?

That's how you found yourself currently flipping your grill cheese for Miguel as he trained in the living room getting ready for the tournament.

Your guardian had been away on a month-long business trip and you had been told to keep the house in shape. You kept it more than in shape, it was clean and it looked incredibly shiny, which you hate cleaning but when you have the chance to persuade your guardian for more home-alone, you never said no.

You were making lunch and every once in a while you glanced at the show in front of you. Miguel was in just a tank-top, his newly grown hair pulled back into a tiny ponytail. He was sweating like crazy, his arms flexed and his veins basically popped, he was doing push-ups to 'cool down, however, he had been cooling down for the past fourth minutes.

He was putting on a show for you at this point. And he was directly in front of you. It was a hot sight to see.

You put the last grill cheese on your plate, steam formed as the butter left the burning pan. You turned off the stove, and your eyes felt heavy. He was so, so, hot. At this point, he was just teasing you. He knew how attractive he looked.

As he brought himself up from the floor, a drop of sweat formed on his head and dropped onto his arm, and you watched carefully as it fell down. Very... slowly...

Saying you were turned on was an understatement. The way his hair was pulled back so easily, how his pants hung low below him, (could've been one of two reasons), how he grunted every time the exercise was even a little bit difficult.

"You enjoying the show?" Miguel teased, noticing your gaze on his open form. You mumbled an mhm, still in a trance as he stood up.

He reached for his water on the shelf above him, his tiny grey tank top lifted slightly showing his toned stomach and part of his toned abs. "Holy shit." You whispered, but you weren't quiet at all because he heard you and turned around with a laugh.