#Miguel Diaz smut

[lvndrfucks]

don’t leave me hanging omg, write the concept. miguel brain rot is on 24/7 — 🧠

You were surprised none of Miguel’s neighbors had complained yet. There were teenagers scattered all around the inside of Johnny’s apartment and the outside, loud music blasting and a fair share of drinks being passed around. At least everyone was getting along after the long overdue karate feud.

You were nursing a red solo cup while standing in the corner of the room, taking small sips. The taste of alcohol didn’t really appeal to you. Your friends engaged in chatter that you chimed in once in awhile, but you were a bit distracted.

“Are you going to talk to him or keep eye-fucking?”

“What?” Your eyes moved away from Miguel’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You guys have been staring at each other all night,” your friend pointed out. “He’s single, you’re single.” She made gestures with her hands for emphasis.

You shook your head while looking down to hide how red your face had gotten. “He doesn’t like me like that. We’re friends.”

“Lame,” your other friend bursted. “Go talk to him! Congratulate him on winning karate again or something.”

You rolled your eyes while taking a drink to avoid the conversation.

Her friend smirked suddenly with an idea. “Hey, can I borrow your jacket? I’m a little cold.”

You were feeling hot from the crowded room, so you were a little confused on how she was the opposite, but you did so nevertheless. You removed the cropped denim jacket to expose more of the little black dress you had on. You smiled while handing it to her.

Miguel felt his mouth go dry. His eyes scanned up and down your body from afar, the silk perfectly hugging your body and exposing valleys of skin he had never seen before.

A pat on his shoulder made him jump as he was forced to look away.

“Hey, man,” Hawk greeted. He noticed you and looked back at Miguel with a smirk. “You gonna make a move tonight, or what?”

Miguel chuckled nervously and shook his head. “I don’t think she likes me like that. I mean, we’ve been friends since we were both in Cobra Kai. Isn’t that a bit weird?”

Hawk scoffed. “No. That just builds up more chemistry. And pent up frustration.” Miguel looked at him curiously as he clarified. “Sexual frustration.”

“Dude.”

“It’s true! Remember that time you went out with Sam and she nearly broke some kid’s arm. Or when she got asked out and you broke the practice dummy.”

Even though Hawk’s statements were technically true, Miguel still had his doubts. What would a girl like you want with a guy like him?

“You just gotta go for it, man. Before someone else does,” Hawk advised and motioned his head towards Chris and Mitch who had started talking to you. You immediately started smiling and laughing at what they were saying.

Miguel held back a glare as he handed his cup to Hawk. He cheered, “That’s my boy!”

Your laughter died down as Miguel approached the three of you. You smiled at him in greeting that he returned before looking at Chris and Mitch.

“Robby wants you guys to refill the cooler outside,” he told them.

“But I just did five minutes ago,” Mitch said.

“Well, he wants you to do it. Again.”

Miguel was grateful Chris was the smarter one between the two as he was beginning to catch on.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” There was almost a smug smile on Chris’ face. “Come on, man.” He began dragging Mitch away, the boy complaining that he already did once again.

That just left you and Miguel.

You glanced behind you to see your friends had ran off somewhere, of course. There was a small beat of silence between you two.

“How are you?”

“This is a great party.”

You two spoke at the same time. You both laughed.

“Sorry. You go first,” Miguel insisted.

“I said this is a great party,” you repeated. “I’m surprised your mom was okay with it.”

“Well, Johnny told her that it was just Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang ‘hanging out.’”

When you were about to respond, someone knocked into you. As you tripped forward slightly, Miguel had his arms out to catch you. You sheepishly apologized while standing straight.

“Um, did you wanna go somewhere less crowded,” he proposed.

You nodded and started following him out. People from school were still showing up and it seemed the outside was becoming just as packed. You maneuvered around while still trying to keep up with Miguel. He turned to face you and offered his hand out so you wouldn’t lose each other. You took it, trying to hide your growing smile.

He guided you across towards his apartment. He opened the door and let you inside first. You were still able to hear the music and chatter of people, but it reduced slightly. Plus, you guys were completely alone now.

“Sorry. I thought it would be better here to talk and stuff. Unless you wanted to go back to the party. I’m fine with either, I just assumed—“

“It’s fine, Miguel,” you cut him off with a light chuckle. “It was getting a little overwhelming out there.” You set your empty cup on the dining table and moved to lean on the edge of the couch.

“C-can I tell you something,” he asked, standing in front of you.

“You can tell me anything.”

Your smile made him weak in the knees. His hands suddenly felt clammy as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I…I really like you.”

“I like you too.”

Miguel gulped. “No. I mean I like-like you. Like more than friends type of way.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine. I get it. We’ve been friends for a long time and I understand not wanting to ruin that. It’s just that when I’m around you, I feel different. Different like you’re the one person in my life I’d hate to lose or I wouldn’t mind kissing. You know, that was probably a really weird thing to say. I’m sorry—“

“Miguel.” You laughed a bit. “It’s okay. I like-like you too.”

“Really,” he breathed out in disbelief.

You nodded. “And you’re the person I wouldn’t mind kissing either.”

Your hands reached forward to grasp his flannel and pull him closer towards you. The heels gave you an advantage to be nearly face to face with him. The close proximity made you both nervous, but someone had to make the first move.

Meeting halfway, Miguel’s lips pressed against yours in a savory kiss. His hands rested on his either side of your neck, his thumbs on the underside of your jaw and pulling you in even closer. You pulled away briefly, seeing his heart-shaped pupils and puffed lips parted. He pulled you back in with urgency.

There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between you two, and the pure, unbridled passion of your kiss. It was a moment you would remember forever, a moment that would stay with you long after the kiss had ended.

The buzz of Miguel’s phone brought you back to Earth. He seemed to have no intention of stopping, though.

You pulled away, his lips immediately attaching to the side of your neck. “Do you wanna get that,” you asked, slightly breathless.

“Not really,” Miguel answered and kissed you again.

His phone eventually stopped until whoever was calling decided to call again. You laughed slightly at Miguel’s annoyance when he pulled away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, one of your hands combing through his hair.

Miguel begrudgingly answered the phone with a haughty, “What?”

“Dude, where are you,” Hawk asked from the other line.

“I’m a little busy right now.” Miguel pinched your hip lightly in warning as you continued sucking on the skin of his neck.

“Well, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I need a beer pong partner.”

“Ask Robby.” Your hand began to trail down his body.

“I’m going against him, dumbass.”

He held back a groan when you squeezed his hard on over his jeans. “I gotta go.”

“But—“

Miguel hung up and tossed his phone on the couch. You yelped in surprise when he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist in response.

Once in his room, he had shut the door swiftly with his foot. Next thing you knew, you were lying back on the bed with Miguel hovering over you, leaving wet kisses and sucking on your exposed chest. One of your hands was threaded in his hair as the other tightly gripped the comforter. His hand slowly trailed up your thigh, giving a soft squeeze and earning a low moan from you.

Miguel pushed the bottom of your dress up to your stomach, exposing the black shorts underneath. He looked at you as you were panting already from the build up.

"You okay," he whispered.

"Of course."

He pecked your lips before going down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands over your thighs, placing light kisses ever so often. Eventually, he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, leaving just your underwear.

Miguel was hesitant at first as he ran his thumb over the wet patch, but you moaned softly from above as you tried closing your legs if he wasn't in the way. He repeated the motion with more pressure, causing you to jolt. He enjoyed the reactions.

He gently guided your underwear over your hips and slid them out from under you. A soft gasp emitted as you felt Miguel slip his tongue between your lips. Your mind went blank as he licked, his tongue spreading over your clit in smooth strokes. His open mouth panted heavy, moist breaths over your cunt, absorbing every drop of essence as it pooled on his tongue.

Your fingers tugged on his hair, your back arching off the bed slightly. You could feel a growing sensation low in your stomach, your orgasm twisting and winding into a tight knot.

A sudden gasp fell from your lips as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you. You inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

His finger slipped in and out a few times until he added a second. It made you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and pleasure. Miguel kept them still as he leaned forward to press soft kisses on your clit.

“You're doing so good, baby. I just need to relax, okay?"

You nodded, even though you were sure he couldn't see it. You exhaled loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning and bucking your hips unconsciously. He resumed pushing in and out, his fingers shined with arousal.

You could feel every inch of his fingers inside as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around. Your eyes rolled back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest. You whimpered, followed by a groan of his name as your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

Miguel lapped up the mess and licked his fingers clean, watching the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. You looked utterly fucked the way your hair was sprawled out and little breaths leaving your plump lips, your head tilted to the side and eyes still shut.

He moved beside you and kissed your temple, combing your hair back. “You still got one more left for me?”

With shining eyes, you looked up at him and nodded.

Miguel grinned as he started to remove his flannel and shirt. Your thighs rubbed together while staring at him undo his jeans. You shakily stood on your knees and shuffled closer to him.

He gave you a tender, slow kiss, but you weren’t ready for such gentleness at this point in time. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. A low groan released from his throat as his hands moved from your hips to the zipper of your dress. You pulled away to disregard the rest of your clothing before pulling Miguel onto the bed.

He sat back as you straddled him, lips moving together once more. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed his leaking cock so you could set him up at your entrance. As you lowered yourself, you inhaled slowly through your nose since the preparation and care he had given you had made the stretch easy to endure. As a result, all you felt was the full sensation he had given you.

You performed an exploratory hip roll once you were seated completely. You let out a groan at the feeling, every little motion causing electricity to tingle through your body.

Miguel sat up, you two now chest to chest while he held you firmly. “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing.” He placed wet kisses along your chest.

The noises of the party drowned out his moans as you began to ride him in earnest. His hands settled on your hips, causing the soft flesh to crease as he started responding to your thrusts with his own. You could feel him moving deeper with every motion, until eventually you could almost feel him in your stomach.

“Miguel,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze.

“I’ve got you, amor.” His mouth attached to one of your breasts, making you whimper.

His actions left your limbs feeling like rubber while he proceeded to fuck into you harder. Your tongue grazed his flushed skin, your head tucked into his neck.

“Making me feel so good,” you told him gently in his ear. “Want you to finish in me. Want all of you.”

Your babbling was cut off by a higher pitched moan at Miguel’s hard thrusts, your words egging him on more.

“Think you can take it all, baby?” His forehead pressed against yours as you nodded with a pleading look. “I’ll give you everything. Again. Again. And again.” He punctuated with each thrust, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You gonna cum? Can feel it.”

“Please.”

Your loud moans echoed throughout the room as your legs tightened around his, your body moving faster to keep you on your high. You could feel Miguel spilling out of you, the warm feeling comforting the both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist to cease your shudders as he placed light kisses upon your shoulder.

Miguel, though he didn’t want to, slowly removed himself from you, a small whimper slipping past your lips. He laid you down on his bed and told he’d be right back. When he returned, he had a damp washcloth in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He carefully cleaned you up, knowing your legs must be sore, and sat you up to take a few sips of water.

He smiled gently at you and kissed your forehead, making your face flush in admiration. He grabbed an extra t-shirt for you and changed into a pair of new boxers for himself. Once settled beside you, Miguel draped the comforter over both of your bodies.

You both stared at each other, a grin on your lips as you leaned forward for one last kiss in the night.

hera speaks!

sorry for the long wait. i honestly get embarrassed writing smut, but this has been on my mind for a long time

[bluepallets]

Smut under the cut, no specific character, MxF reader, oral(F), fingering(F), slight overstimulation

Enjoy :)

His strong hands grip her plush hips, groaning into her heat as he dragged out her third orgasm that night. Tongue flicking against her sensitive clit. She pulls at his hair, trying to find purchase.

Gasps and whimpers coming from her mouth when he stuffs his ring finger into her, right down to the knuckle. Still, his eyes never leave hers.

Her eyes water and her legs shake. His free hand moves down to keep them spread apart. Another finger is added to her slick wet. He knows she’s close by the way she twitches, the way she pushes him deeper into her, her babbling on about how good he treats her.

When she cums around his fingers, and makes a mess of his face he laps it all up. She whines when his fingers are pulled out of her, licking them clean before placing a sweet kiss against her overstimulated cunt. His hands rub up against her thighs soothingly.

Moving up, he presses a small kiss to her cheek. Muttering to her about how good she did, how well she took him, how sweet and beautiful she was. Rambling about how cute she was when she got like this, all whiney and needy for him.

[itsmarsss]

Vulgar Display of Power [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

You can never fucking beat him in a fight and it's getting frustrating.

Request: omg more miguel please!!! smutty if u can xx already dating if you want? Fic title comes from my (second) favorite Pantera album. Word count: 4,350 Warnings: SMUT. established relationship, theres plot but it only serves to justify the sex lol, i use present tense in this, degrading, first time sub!miguel kind of, handjob, fingering, oral sex, penetration (p in v), semi-public sex (i guess? no one's around but the location isn't exactly private), a lot of use of pet names (baby, babe, love, mi amor), so much swearing. obviously no one is a minor here I don't mention much context but can be read as hs senior year or later, doesn't really matter. if you're a minor kindly keep away from my blog and this fic please

“Fuck!”  You yell out as Sensei Lawrence announces Miguel’s win. In turn of your frustration, Miguel sports a grin that playfully mocked you.

Now don’t get it twisted, you’re not a bad fighter. You’re not even a good one- you’re great. The best, except for…

“Diaz! Good one.” Sensei Lawrence praises.

“Nice, dude!” Hawk comes to fist bump him.

Tory comes to you. “Girl get it together! You’re better than that!”

“I’m fucking trying.”

Miguel hears the two of you talking and decides to insert himself into the conversation. “Come on, it’s not a big deal.”

“I say this with love but it is a big deal and I’m gonna find a way to beat you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

[. . .]

“Hey,” you hear Miguel call from behind you, turning around for a split second to look at him before getting back to packing your stuff to leave the dojo. 

“Hey.”

“So, are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah. I just wanna go home first and take a shower.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Hey are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something seems… weird.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you tell him, bringing a hand to his face and lightly tapping his cheek.

“You sure?”

“Yes! I just said it is!” You realize you blew up at him for no reason, immediately feeling bad for it and apologizing, not managing to look at him. “Sorry.”

“See? That’s what I mean!”

“I really am sorry.”

“Okay, but something’s clearly wrong.”

You stay silent, and he walks up to you, cornering you so you’d face him.

“What’s going on?”

Honestly, you don’t want to tell him. Because it would sound stupid. Because it is stupid. You don’t even exactly know why it had gotten so under your skin this time. 

“It’s fine. I’m just a bit off today.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, but you don't have to lie either.”

“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? I’m frustrated because you keep beating me.”

“What?”

“Every single time we’re picked to fight I just can’t fucking beat you. And yes, I’m glad you don’t go easy on me, cause that would be like a million times worse, but I'm frustrated with myself. You’re the only one I've never fully beat in a match. The closest I’ve ever gotten to that was a tie.”

“Well most of the time it ends up in a tie.” 

“Yeah but none of the time did it end with me winning.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.”

“Of course you don’t. I just feel like if I still can’t beat you then have I really been getting better?”

“What? That’s nonsense, babe. You know that, right? Of course you’ve been getting better. We all have.”

“See I told you it would be stupid. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way.”

“That’s okay. We can just sort that out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll ask sensei for the keys.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna stay here and fight and we’re not gonna leave until you win.”

“That’s really not what I was trying to get from this-”

“What, are you scared?” He knew just how to tug on your strings. 

“Oh fuck no.”

“Then we’re doing this.”

“But what about the date?”

“We can go tomorrow. If you need my help today, I'll help you today.”

“Okay.”

[. . .]

“Alright, ready?”

You only nod your head yes, too focused to even speak.

“Okay. Round one.”

You get a couple punches in, but he’s faster than most of your hits. He wins..

You huff, annoyed. “Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Okay that’s it. Again.”

This time, determination runs through your veins, as tired as you were. Every single moment of feeling weak or inferior or as though you were seen by others as basically the female equivalent of Miguel, and not yourself, not someone capable of being better than him in any way, channeled into this round. 

And you won. This time, you fucking won. 

“Wait that’s three,” you realize.

“Yeah! You won!” Miguel celebrates.

“What?”

“You won, babe!”

“Oh my God. Holy fucking shit. I won?!”

He laughs, coming up to you. “You did.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, but you’re taken over by the adrenaline, pulling him back to you by the collar of his shirt when he went to pull away, tangling him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time around. “That was hot,” he comments, as you finally did let him part ways with you to breathe, your bodies still flushed together. 

You feel your cheeks burn at his comment. “I just kicked your ass,” you joke.

He doesn’t even seem fazed by the comment. “Yeah you did,” he grins.

“I did not expect that to unlock some sort of loser kink in you.”

“Hey! That’s not what this is!”

You lift an eyebrow, amused. 

“What, you’re telling me it’s a crime if my insanely hot girlfriend looks insanely hot while kicking my ass?”

“Should I kick your ass more often then?”

“You’re welcome to.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up,” he retorts, finally having enough of the playful bantering, unable to wait a second longer to have your lips on his again. 

Miguel pulls you even closer to him- if that were even possible- by pulling on your waist, not wasting a second more before diving in again, pulling you into a kiss that is much more feral this time around. His actions scream that he wants you, and the high from having reached your goal and beat him in the last round mixed with the lust forming in you from seeing him so affected, so attracted to this, it feels good.

You suppose some people would maybe come into an issue if they found themselves in your place. Men aren’t exactly known for being great at dealing with women being better than them in… well, anything. But Miguel acted genuinely proud of you. Hell, he’d canceled your date night to help you with this because he realized it was important to you. And more than being supportive, he was turned on by your display of power. 

His kisses start trailing out of your lips, to your jaw, to the space below your ear. “You did so well, love. You should get something in turn, huh?”

Your mind was getting a bit foggy. Still, you join in playing his game. “I suppose I should. What are you gonna do?”

“Whatever you want me to,” he breathes out. Oh. That was definitely new. 

“Whatever I want?” He only nods, looking up at you, waiting to be told what to do. Holy shit, that was hot. “That sounds good.”

“Just tell me, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he pleads. It was almost pathetic. You decide you’d never get enough of hearing him plead like that. You loved the times in which he was more dominant, but you could definitely get behind this too, no issues whatsoever.

You pretend to think. “I don’t think I will.”

“What? Why not?”

“I want you to guess.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I- Uh- Ih-” he takes a deep breath. He liked that. You smiled. “I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you try, hoping he didn’t find it weird. 

Apparently, he didn’t. “Fuck. Fuck,” he lets out in almost strangled sounds, wordlessly dropping himself to the floor. He looks up at you with doe eyes, as if pleading for permission. You smile at him, signaling everything was okay. You cage his jaw with both your hands, and he closes his eyes for a moment, letting you play with his hair.

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo, and he feels it down his spine, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Sit.”

“What?”

“Sit,” he repeats himself, but it isn’t demanding. Not this time. 

“I heard you.”

“Sit, please, baby.”

You grin. You didn’t know you’d like this this much. “Of course, baby.” You sit down on the bench, legs closed. He parts them confidently, eyes not leaving yours as he does so slowly, positioning his body between them. With his face mere inches from yours, he looks up at you again. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He guesses. His cheeks red, he clearly looks embarrassed. It turned him on and it turned you on too. 

You nod eagerly, signaling he’d guessed right. He smiles and closes the distance between you, pulling you down and attaching his lips to yours. It starts out slow, tender, experimental- testing the waters. He grows eager pretty fast, though, kissing you harder, his hands traveling to either of your thighs and planting themselves there firmly, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp slightly in surprise. 

He pulls away just to tease you about it. That’s the kind of little shit he is.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” 

“Not this then?”

He squeezes your thigh again and you try to act unbothered.” He notices though, pleased with himself.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He pulls you into a kiss again with no warning, more feral than before, his hand traveling upwards, inside the legs of the shorts you were wearing. 

“Take it off,” you pant out, a stern tone overtaking your words, and he complies without questioning. You smile, pleased with that. You lift your hips slightly for him and he throws the shorts somewhere on the floor behind you. 

He stares at your underwear for a few moments, as if lost in a trance. You laugh. “Hello? You here?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

“Used to what?” You move a hand to caress his face. 

“The fact that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“Aw, do you like that, baby? Does it turn you on?” You ask, your tone almost mocking him.

He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.

“That’s good.” You make a show to slowly take off your shirt, a sudden surge of confidence running through your veins at his words, discarding it along with the shorts behind you.  His eyes widen and he mumbles a few words, the volume of his words so low you couldn’t make it out for the life of you, before he just surges forward again, not aiming for your lips this time, but for your jaw. 

“What was that?” You manage to breathe out as he continues his trail of kisses along your jaw.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna talk you’re gonna let me hear it. Got it?”

“Oh-okay.” He continues to place quick, slight pecks along your jawline, but you know exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re not distracting me from that. I wanna know what you said, baby. Wanna hear you.”

“I said- I said uh-“ he gulps. “It’s dumb.”

“That’s okay.”

“I just said ‘fuck me’.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh. It was dumb,” you mock him again, and you can see he didn’t expect that.

“What?”

“I though you wanted to fuck me,” you joke.

 He doesn’t take it as a joke. “I do. I do I just meant- it was just-“ oh. This was for real. 

“I know, love. I was just teasing you. Okay? You’re being so good to me.”

His eyes almost sparkle at the praise. 

“You know I think I changed my mind.”

“What?” 

“Maybe I should fuck you.”

“What do you mean?”

You look down on him and smile, a genuine sweet smile. “Get up.”

“But-“

“I thought you said you’d do whatever i wanted you to,” you fake-pout. 

He doesn’t say a word before standing back up. You do the same, keeping your body flushed to his. You slowly turn the two of you around, cornering him until the back of his knees hit the bench and pushing him to sit down on it. 

Standing in front of him, you tilt your head to the side as you take in the view. He looked disheveled as ever. You loved it. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.

“I- I can take it off.”

“Yeah I think you should.”

“What… what do you want me to take off?”

“Let’s go with the shirt first, baby. How about that?”

He nods furiously. “Yeah I can do that,” he takes his shirt off in a millisecond, throwing it with your clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, you look so pretty,” you coo, stepping closer to him and lifting his chin up to look at you. You make your way around the bench to be behind him, and you can see him gulp in anticipation. Fuck, you were loving this a little too much. You trace his biceps with your finger. “Your arms, I love your arms, you know that? So big and strong,” you exaggerate, and he quirks an eyebrow at the suspicious comment. This doesn’t sound like it was getting to a nice praising place. “And your body, I mean your abs. Your thighs, your thighs are so pretty, baby,” you crouch a bit, still behind him, wrapping yourself around his back so you could snake your arms to his thighs, still only tracing them with a single finger. “So how come you lost to me like a bitch?”

That seems to remind him very well of what was happening.

“It- it was one time.”

“One time you lost to me. But you’ve barely ever won, have you?”

He stays quiet. 

“Come on, baby, talk to me…” you pout, snaking your arms around his torso and kissing his neck.

“N-no.”

“Did you like that you lost to me baby?”

Quiet again.

“Did it turn you on?” You whisper in his ear and you can feel him take in big a breath. .

He couldn’t even look at you .

“Oh, pretty boy, I wanna hear your voice!”

He gulps again. “It- it turned me on,” he confesses. 

“I never knew you were into this sort of thing.”

“Me- me neither.”

“Do you like it when I’m stronger than you? When I tell you what to do?”

You remove yourself from his body entirely, and he whips his head at record speed to look at you, desperate for your touch again. You circle the bench once again, standing in front of him. You grab his jaw and lifts his head up to look at you, your other hand messing with his hair. “So pathetic. I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re this hard.”

You finally sit yourself down on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso, and he immediately and instinctively grabs your ass ‘for support’ as he’s always insisted with a grin. 

“You’re so fucking pathetic you’ll do anything I tell you to. Won’t you?” You pout, tilting your head.

“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.” 

“That’s a good boy,” you mess with and pet his hair again. You loved it when it was just long enough for his curls to appear. 

He shivers. “Can you say it again?”

“Oh, no can do, baby. You’ll have to keep being a good boy to earn it.”

“I’ll- I’ll be a good boy, okay?”

You nod silently, your arms draped around his neck, and you pull yourself closer to get access to his face. You kiss along his jawline slowly, paying extra attention to the spots just under his ears, which made him shiver like crazy. When you find it sufficient, you move down to his neck, and he lets you, tilting his head to the side. You kiss down his neck, trying your best to not leave any marks. He’s still shivering now, and you know him well enough to know he’s okay, but can’t resist teasing him a bit more. 

“Oh no, baby, you’re trembling! Is everything okay?” You feign ignorance.  He doesn’t reply. “Aw are you too horny to speak to me? Is that the issue?” You mock.

He lifts his hips for some friction, an involuntary tell that he was enjoying this too. “Aw, do you like it when I’m mean to you? Huh?” You lift his chin again. He begrudgingly nods his head yes. You smile and move your hand from his chin to his cheeks, squeezing both off them. “Does my baby like it when I’m in control? When I handle you like this? When I call you names?” 

He tries to reply, but can’t really with you squeezing his face like that. 

“Oh I can’t hear you baby!” You let go of his face. “You’re gonna have to say it again.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I- I like it when you’re mean to me.” 

“I know, baby boy. I can feel it.” With no other warning, you palm him through his shorts. He was impossibly hard. Knowing he was liking this was for sure improving your confidence. The moment your hand meets his crotch his breathing becomes unsteady and he thrusts his hips up again, wanting more. You start kissing along his neck as you keep feeling him up through the shorts, and then he is gone. He lets himself let out delicious moans you would play on repeat if you could, tilting his head back to grant you better access to his neck. He wants more, and you know he does. But you want to hear him say it. 

After a few minutes, he does. 

“Please take it off.”

You press a gentle kiss to his neck, containing a grin. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“My shorts, take them off, please. Please, take them off.”

You press a quick peck on his lips this time. “You beg so pretty, baby. I think I’ll need more of that.”

He looks confused.

“Anything I tell you, right?” 

He nods. 

“Good. Eat me out.”

His eyes widen at the bluntness of it all. And then he realizes what you meant by needing more of his begging: you weren’t going to solve his little problem all that soon. 

“I- yes. Yeah.” 

You pull yourself off of him and he stands up as quickly as humanly possible, grabbing your hand and yanking you to Sensei’s office, rushing to move everything that was on his desk. You catch his drift and pull yourself up to sit on it. You’re so enthralled you don’t even really have the time to rethink what you’re doing and where you are. Miguel gets himself on his knees, and the sight of it from above is breathtaking. 

“Are you sure you wanna be on your knees? They’re gonna hurt.” You ask him, seriously this time.

“I don’t care,” is all he says, dismissing the thought. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, and you let yourself lean back on your elbows. He brings a hand up your thigh and takes off your underwear, you lift your hips up to help. 

He brings both his hands to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, opening your legs. 

He wastes no time before diving in, startling you when, in a second, his head is between your thighs while his hands squeeze them hard and his mouth is suddenly on you. 

He moves his tongue up and down your clit, occasionally circling around it. Now and then he takes a long lick, from your hole to your clit, letting out a moan from time to time as he tastes you, and he picks up on the shaky breaths and loud moans you let out at that (and the way your hands fly to his hair, slightly pulling it.) 

He moves his tongue to your hole, licking and kissing around it before getting it inside.

It makes you almost want to scream out his name. 

“Oh my god. You’re being so good to me, baby. Please don’t stop-” 

You can feel his smile. 

He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and moves it to thumb at your clit as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. The feeling is heavenly, but you can’t help but want more. 

“Your fingers.” Is all you say, and he gets it.

Normally in a situation like this he’d be teasing you in some way, but right now just the thought of upsetting you with that and having you leaving him to finish himself off, or something down that lane, got him quiet. 

He changes what he’s doing, going back to flicking your clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting one of his fingers. You decide you want to tease a bit more. “That all you got?” You challenge him, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He inserts another finger, not taking the care to do it slowly this time, and he pushes them deep inside you, curling them upwards to make sure you felt it.

You let out a moan that’s so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed at it, but you can feel him grin at it, pleased with the reaction. He keeps on, but at a slow pace. In other instances, you didn’t mind some slow, passionate sex. You loved it, even. But right now you wanted to be fucked.

“Harder.”

He pulls his head up to kiss you. You let him. As you make out, your taste still on his tongue, his fingers thrust harder, deeper inside you, making you moan into his mouth, which Miguel seemed to enjoy a little too much.

You can feel yourself brimming an orgasm, and your words become nonsense as he keeps on, your noises becoming so higher-pitched you can barely register you’re the one making them. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Baby, I’m gonna cum. Holy fucking-“

It hits you suddenly, killing your train of thought. Your body trembles as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high. He laps it all up gladly, but you pull him away, your clit oversensitive. 

That doesn’t mean you didn’t want more.

“Everything okay?” 

“Yes, baby. You were such a good boy. But I want you to fuck me now.” 

Miguel was still not used to you being this blunt. And honestly neither were you, for the matter. The words just kept coming out. 

“What- what do you want me to do?” 

You get close to his ear and whisper. “Whatever you want, baby.”

His eyes widen. Whatever he wants. 

 He pulls you off the desk and wordlessly takes you back to the locker room. He leaves you for a second to retrieve a condom from his bag. A prepared man, you’d say.

You manage to take a better look at him and laugh. He furrows his eyebrows together. “What?”

“You look so fucked out right now.”

He rolls his eyes at you and takes off his shorts, kicking them away. He goes to pull his boxers down but you stop him, stroking him in an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out a groan. “Please stop, I’m not gonna last.”

“Oh poor you.” You yank his boxers down. His dick is so hard it must be painful. And all from losing a fight and being called mean names. He walks the two of you backwards until your back is against a wall. He puts the condom on and looks at you for a green light. 

“Go on, baby.” 

He nods, pressing his cock into your hole slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

“Was that a good fuck or a bad fuck? Does it hurt?”

“I’m alright. It was a good fuck.”

“Okay.” He hikes up one of your legs to his waist, and you think he’ll be content with that position, but he hikes up your other leg too, pressing your back even more firmly to the wall and supporting your weight by holding firmly onto the back of your thighs. 

“Woah what are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother responding, thrusting into you experimentally. 

“Holy shit.”

That is enough for him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. He hadn’t realized just how desperate he was until now. 

Hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust, it doesn’t take long for his breath to quicken and his thrusts to become sloppier. “I’m gonna- can I-“

Was he trying to ask for permission to cum? Holy fucking shit, that was hot.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ve been so good. You can cum.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he chanted.

 You laugh as his desperation, but it quickly turns into a moan, with Miguel eager to cum and fucking you so hard now you can’t even understand how he could still hold up your weight while doing that. Bless you universe for giving you a strong, strong boyfriend. But all of that didn’t matter now, because he was fucking you so good you could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building again.

“Please don’t stop.” That was the first time you begged him for something the whole time.

“I won’t, mi amor.” Oh, that broke you. That one pet name didn’t come out all that frequently, so when it did, you felt giddy on the inside. 

With a few more thrusts, both of you reach your high, and at that point Miguel did have to pull you down, although your legs currently trembled so hard it was a little difficult to stand, but he helps you out after tying the condom up and throwing it away.

“Holy shit,” you finally let out. 

“Holy shit,” he agrees. 

“What were you saying about your loser kink again?”

“Will you shut up about that?” He smiles.

“Was I too mean to you? I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

He looks down to the floor in embarrassment as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. “I liked it.”

“That’s good baby. So, shower?”

“Yeah you stink,” he makes a disgusted face, plugging his nose and everything just to irritate you. 

You roll your eyes at him. 

A/N: pls be kind to me and cut me some slack i've never posted smut before 😭 i promise ive had sex before 😭 fighting for my life lmao

[redroses07]

Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

[writtenapoiogy]

stretch; miguel diaz

pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader

summary: "hi how are you!!!? i’ve been thinking about this a lot, but reader being the only person to take care of miguel after his surgery / incident and it just creates so much attraction; since she’s always touching etc 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just pure smut"

word count: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, slight choking, dirty talkish, and porn with plotist again

a/n: i had a very busy weekend but i really wanted to get this out i hope everyone enjoys!!

When you found out Miguel got into a fight at school and then was in the hospital in a coma, when you were out of town, your heart shattered.

You had your mom get you a flight back to California, as soon as possible.

You didn’t know if he was gonna wake up. You don’t even know how he survived a fall like that.

It had now been about two weeks since the surgery and Miguel was still in the wheelchair. You came by every day to cheer him up. You loved putting a smile on his face.

Plus the two of you haven't really been able to be intimate. His mom and Yaya were out running some errands. You had offered to go for them but Miguel's mom insisted you stay with him while they were gone. She said she loved the way you brought a smile onto his face, especially right now.

You took your spare key out of your purse and opened the door.

“Hey, migs.” You said, walking into his room.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled up at you.

You showed up with a bag of his favorite snacks from the corner store.

You sat the bag of food down on his desk, “Okay before we get to the rewards. Ready to do some stretches?”

“I’d like to stretch something out..” he muttered under his breath, low enough that you couldn’t hear him.

“What was that?” You said before placing a kiss on his lips.

“Nothin,” he mumbled against your lips, right before deepening the kiss a little. He felt his dick harden a little.

You, unreluctantly, placed your hand on the back of his neck, kissing him back before pulling away.

“C’mon,” he reached for your waist.

You backed up swiftly and smiled at him. “We’ll make out later. First, stretches.” You smiled at him.

You went out into the living room to grab a pillow off the couch. When you returned to his room you stuffed the pillows behind his back so that he was sitting up.

You lifted up his left leg and sat down in front of his right leg. You placed your right hand on his ankle, your left moved to his upper thigh, lightly moving his basketball shorts down to his upper thigh.

He inhaled a sharp breath as he felt your hand inch very close to his mid region.

“You ready?” You asked.

Miguel nodded at you with his bottom lip between his mouth. He loved and missed your touch so much. He felt himself fully harden when he glanced down and saw your hand that close to his dick. He knew that if he didn’t keep his mouth shut he might've let out a moan.

You pushed your right hand that was holding his ankle towards his lower stomach. The action made the hand that was already extremely close to his dick graze it and you inhaled lightly feeling the hardness.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Please.”

“Miguel…”

“Y/N, Please. It’s been so long. I wanna feel you around me any way I can. Please.” Miguel practically whined.

You put his leg down and crawled into his lap, placing your knees around his hips. His clothed cock rubbed against your heat as you sat down in his lap. Miguel’s hands shot up to your ass to guide your grinding when you leaned down to lay a searing hot kiss upon his lips.

Miguel moaned when you moved your lips down to his neck, “Fuck, yes.”

You started to moan into his ear as you kept grinding your hips against his. Miguel’s hands stayed on your ass helping you move your hips with his.

He wanted to come so bad and you knew he didn’t want to in his own pants. 

He wanted you. 

He needed you. 

He needed to come inside you. More than he needed air. More than he cared about being able to walk again. All that clouded his thoughts was you. And especially right now, all he could think about was feeling your hot wet heat squeezing him as he released his hot seed into your pussy. Deep inside of you.

Staying deep inside you until he was sure he was spent. He wanted you to have all of his come. Not wanting to waste a drop.

You stopped moving your hips and practically had to rip his hands off your ass. You quickly removed your pants and underwear and pushed his just below his ass. 

As much as you loved being against him. Skin to Skin. You needed him to be inside of you right that moment. And you needed to feel him come inside of you

You swiftly grabbed his cock and put it at your entrance and started to slowly sit down on him.

Miguel moaned your name when you slid just right past his head. “Mmmm, babe. It’s like you read my fucking mind.”

All you could manage to get out was a low whine, making him smirk. Since it had been so long it was feeling like the first time you two had sex. And it was almost too much for you to handle.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you were completely sitting on his cock. You felt like he was in your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach like you had a baby in there. Miguel bit his lip then grabbed your ass even harder, eliciting a moan from you. He started to lift you up slowly, slamming you back down onto his cock. You couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

“M-Mi-Miguel, oh fuck!” You gasped. You may have been on top but he was still in control. He was making your mind go dizzy. You had to drop your hands onto his chest to bind yourself.

Miguel kept letting out groans, hearing your pussy squelch around him. He was so close to coming so fucking close. He started to bring you up and down at a faster pace. Saying a slew of curse words in Spanish.

“Y/N, I want you to come for me. Do you wanna come for me?” Miguel spoke in between his grunts. 

You tried to get out the words to respond to him but your words came out in babbles as you reached the tip of your climax you were so close and-

“Did you fucking hear me?” He growled as he took one hand from your hips and wrapped it against your neck.

You’ve never felt your climax hit you so hard and so fast. Your eyesight went spotty from how hard you shut your eyes. You love it so so sooo fucking much when he’s assertive. 

You couldn’t help yourself but moan out his name over and over again as you felt yourself get wetter as you milked his hot. Begging him to come not using so many words.

“Si, esa es mi chica.” He smiled at you and then you felt his dick twitch inside of you. He removed his hand from around your neck and put it back on your hip. Miguel quickly moved you no more than an inch up before slamming you right back down on his cock. He came while moaning. You will never get over how good it feels when he comes inside of you. Claiming you.

Miguel's climax made you come again

You clenched your pussy around him making sure you got every last drop of his seed. You bent down and gave him a slow kiss as you cut your breath.

“I love you so much handsome.”

“I love you most, mi amor.”

You lifted yourself off of him with a wince, having gotten used to him inside of you again. You went on to clean the both of you up.

You climbed back into the bed and then laid on his chest. You loved his afterglow after you two finished. You loved staring at his face and taking in every single one of his features as if you were outlining a picture of him on a piece of paper. He was so goddamn beautiful and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

You didn't realize you were dozing off til you woke up about an hour later and you continued to examine his face like you had been doing before you fell asleep. You could do this for the rest of your life.

[nastyc2nt]

The new part of cobra Kai makes me so horny.

[i4miguel]

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

miguel x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: smut, miguel begs

"shit-" Miguel throws his head back, shutting his eyes before voicing his thoughts out loud again, hands gripping your hips tighter, dragging his words with every thrust "tightest pussy I've ever felt. warmest too, shit baby-" he stares at you through the mirror when you moan his name in response, a smirk growing on his lips, tilting his brow in false mock "yeah, baby? you like it when I fuck you like this?"

you can only moan in response, barely breathing the words in between your mewls. It only excites Miguel further — gritting his teeth, slowing his hips down only to fuck you deeper and harder until you're a mess "Say it louder, baby." he whispers, kissing your neck while running his fingers through your hair, slowly making a messy ponytail and using his grip to tilt your head and give him more skin to lick. His other hand making its way down, fingers grazing your clit as you can feel his smile on your neck "hm? come on, beautiful."

You're shaking, legs nearly giving out when Miguel pinches your clit, teeth grazing your shoulder. The warmth you feel creeping up your body and the way your fingers grip the sheets tighter is enough to let you know you're almost there.

"I love it" you choke out, gagging when he picks up the pace, drawing small circles around your clit, "cock so big, so good, Miguel." you stare back at him in the mirror, barely keeping your eyes open with the force of his thrusts "shit, you're gonna make me cum"

Miguel hums, nodding "Mhm" he opens his mouth in a silent moan when your walls clench around him again "come for me?" he almost begs, brows drawn together and voice broken. He cries out "please? please come around me, beautiful"

You shake your head, trying to make it last longer. But the way the hand on your hair slowly descend to your neck, long fingers loosely wrapping around it while moaning your name, looking so sexy when he says a small "please?" again makes your body react to his every wish, crying out loud with how hard your orgasm hits you as you can feel Miguel peppering kisses on your skin.

"that's it, baby" the boy says breathless, getting sloppier with every thrust as he can feel his own orgasm creeping up his spine, body trying to get close to yours and squeezing you against the mattress, not caring when your legs give out and using his own to spread yours wider, going even deeper.

"so good, so so good, princesa. Could fuck you like this all day, pussy so messy, so wet" Miguel nods his head, nearly losing his mind when you moan his name. "keep saying my name, baby" he begs, his own thighs shaking when you call his name again. Eyes rolling back as he cums, fantasizing about it being raw as he brings your hips up to meet his, trying to fuck you deeper, trying to make you feel him inside even after he pulls out.

"fuck-" he smiles to himself while admiring your body, the hand on your hip making its way down to play with the wet mess on your inner thighs, wishing it was his cum on your skin, pulling out only to replace his cock with his fingers inside you. Kissing your shoulder to calm you down when you hiss from overstimulation

"shh, amor, I got you" he coos, biting back a smirk when you try to push your hips down to feel more of him as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth "just want to taste you"

You look over your shoulder, pussy clenching around nothing when he moans around his fingers, eyes full of lust staring at the mess between your thighs before looking up at you "let me clean you up?" Miguel asks, already knowing your answer but begging you anyways, lowering his body while staring at you, spreading your thighs once again so he could lick his way up your body, fingers squeezing your ass "please, baby?" teeth grazing your skin of inner thighs before licking it "promise I'll make a mess of you again..." another kiss, this time even closer than before, your hand instinctively moving back to grab his hair when you feel him breathing against your pussy, sounding so pussy drunk as he stares at it that you have to bite back a moan "just wanna taste you again, please."

[sensei-venus]

@gemini-sensei, suddenly had this idea.

What if Reader ends up dating Miguel after he dated Sam. Their relationship is going good but in the back of Reader’s mind she can't help but think about Sam. Sam is still good friends with the both of them, but every time Reader looks her way her mind starts going. She wonders how much Miguel actually enjoyed dating her.

Did he enjoy dating her?

What did he like the most about her?

Did she stack up the their past relationship together?

It's just a mess of random ideas that start going through her head. She tries her best to ignore all of those thoughts, holding Miguel’s hand a little tighter and kissing him gently. Looking at him with so much love.

But things change when they are in bed together.

She's riding him after a long day. She had picked him up from training earlier that day and they were now back at her place. Both of them were tired and stressed from just a hard day of working. Reader just wants to take out all of her stress including the anxiety that has been building up for weeks now. She’s so tired of it all, thinking about Sam and Miguel for so long. It's bubbling up as the minutes go by. Her hips are sputtering as she bounces on his dick. Sweat dripped down her body with even the slightest movement.

Miguel is digging his fingers into the fat of her sides. He gripped at her belly trying to get some kind of purchase to hold onto. He's grunting and moaning as he watches her through half-lidded eyes. Watching her work herself on top of him.

“Gonna cum on this dick. Cream all over it because it's mine, no body else. It's all mine.” she grunts out as she wiggles her hips. The sloppy sound of her pussy meeting the air.

“I bet she never made you feel like this, made you feel the way I make you feel. I bet she never got this dick as hard as it is now.” the words are crude.

Miguel's eyes open faster as the words keep spewing out of his girlfriend's lips. He has no idea where this is all coming from. He doesn't even really know who she's talking about. Whatever she is talking about is news to him.

Before he can try and say something his eyes are rolling back into his skull as he jerks. His balls twitch as he orgasms. Reader moans with one last bounce before she's cumming too. Collapsing on top of him in a big Huff. They both shake as they ride out their afterglow together.

Miguel rubs her back gently as they both pant. Relaxing into each other.

“Who were you talking about? That wasn't apart of your normal dirty talk I know it.”

Reader chews at her lips. She really didn't want to say anything out loud. She knew her feelings of slight insecurity where stupid. She didn't hate Sam and she definitely didn't hate Miguel. She wasn't mad at him for having sex with his previous girlfriend. Sex was a natural thing, especially at their age. But she couldn't lie to him about it. Keeping the burden of those feelings was bad for her.

“I….I was talking about Sam, you and Sam…”

Miguel was shocked for a split second before almost laughing. This made Reader look up at him, more sadness weighing on her. Maybe her feelings were right somewhat. Maybe Sam was better than she was. Maybe Miguel had more fun in bed with Sam than her.

“Babe, I never even had sex with Sam.”

“What?”

“Yep, we never had sex. We where so busy all the time with school and training, even with hanging out with our friends. We just never had the time not to mention our parents, especially her dad. If you want me to be honest all we did was make out… and I touched her ass a few times, maybe felt her tit up but that's as far as we got, I promise.”

Now she felt stupid for even letting those thoughts get to her in the first place. He just admitted to her that he never even slept with Sam while they where dating.

Then she was even more shocked.

“Wait so I was-”

“Yep, you where my first, well everything really.”

Reader blinked back tears while her lip trembled a little in a smile. She stuffed her face into his chest. Mumbling out “Oh Miggy!” Miguel chucked as he hugged her naked body to his. He kissed at the top of her head as they lay together.

Maybe it was a good thing she had said something, even if it was at an unexpected time.

(I'm making a part two of this I promise😈)

[phoniexrose02]

Heat

Miguel Diaz x Black! Reader

Smutt~

"baby you sure you Feeling alright?" Miguel ask in a Quiet Whisper, You'd been Feeling him up all Day.

Whatever your boyfriend had Going on Was making you hot. After being in the hospital for a Bit, he'd finally seemed to be Recovering Well an Even Gained a Few Pounds to show it.

"Mm'Fine..."

The Boy Had you in Heat~

He'd smash his Heavy Body into you When Cuddled, and his Strength was Godsent, He'd Pick you up with Every Hug an effortlessly pulled you into his Lap Whenever you Found yourself Seated.

It didn't Help that you two were Recently Sexual active, he Made you Feel like a Goddess While you Learned EachOther's Body's.

You Sat in his Living room Feeling him up threw his Pants, While he tried to study on the Homework Ahead. He'd of course Taken Note as he'd found himself Struggling to focus."My Ma is Leaving for work Soon Amor, you'll get what you want~" he whispered to You Nibbling and Sucking at your Ear."But for now let's try to get this Done, Ok?" You Nodded an He Kisses you Cheek before returning to the Homework.

You Couldn't Keep still tho...you couldn't stop yourself from Looking at his Handsome Face. You'd thought about Teasing him again Thirty Minutes later only for his Mother to rush out into the living room in her Scrubs Separating you once again.

"Your Yaya's at her Bookclub an Dinners in the Oven Miggy"

"K, te quiero mamá!" Carmen Kissed at her Son's Cheek as you Waved Goodbye." And I want Fénix Home By 9!" She Yelled on Her way out Making the two of you Laugh.

Followed by Awkward Silence as you Both Came to the realization."Do you...Wanna Eat Dinner First??" Miguel asked Shyly as you started Rubbing at his thigh. "I don't wanna Wait any Longer~" you Whimper out to him, Wrapping your Arms around his Neck your Nails Gently Glazing against him, he Shivered but Quickly Wrapped his Arms around your waist pulling you Close."Straight to the Room Than?" you Nodded, Shifting onto his Lap."Take me There?~" you Pouted out grinding again his tent. You Yelp Out When your Suddenly off the Couch.

"I Gotchu Babe~" Miguel Smiled he could tell you Went Gaga for his Muscles, He felt at Ease Whenever you touched him, Loved on him. He walked to his Room While you Gripped him Tightly, you Bite your lip when he finally climbed you both into Bed Placing you against his Pillows."Your so Strong Migs~" he Smirked pulling you into a Kiss.

" I'm all Yours Amor~"

At this Point you two were furiously making out an Tearing off each others Clothes."Damn Baby~" Miguel Moaned out as he Pulled your Panties from your Soaking Cunt."You in Heat or Something Chica?" He Giggled out Before Tossing them somewhere in the Room, he Ran his Fingers Threw your Seeping Pussy while you Grab for his Hard Dick an Began Playing an Jerking at his Tip, He Hummed as he thrust into your Hand letting his Fingers Playing with your Clit. Miguel Groaned out Quietly as he started a Harder Thrust into your Hand, you Pulled him Closer with a Small Whimper of your own.

"Come on Miguel, let me Hear you~" you pleaded an he'd let his noises Slip out more as she Jerked faster, he played along slowly circling around you hole before shoving two fingers into your Heated Mound."Fuck baby you so Hot you Want me that Bad?~" he Struggled out thrusting his fingers in with Ease. You Nodded Pulling away from him in pleasure, Laying Back into his Pillows, you Rolled your Hips into his Fingers as he leaned down lightly biting an Sucked on one of your nipples while Pinching the Other, You Yelped with the Sudden add Pleasure arching your Back off of the Mattress in Pure Bliss.

" Fuck Miguel! I'm Wet enough, I want your Dick~" he pulled his Fingers from you Before Shoving them into his Mouth, He Moaned at your Taste Before pulling them from his Mouth with a Smirk." So Horny Mi Fénix~" he Hopped up from his Bed retrieving a Condom from on of his Bottom Draws, an Slipped the Latex before pulling your legs to the Edge of the Bed.

You Wrapped your legs around his Middle already familiar with the Position until he pulls them over his Shoulders instead." I wanna bury myself in your Heat Amor, Let me fill you up Good~" he Guided his Dick into your Warmth with a satisfied Groan, his Dick being Squeezed the deeper he slips in. Your Moans fill his Ears as he Worked himself In Thrust by Thrust, he Hugged you Thighs Close to his Chest as he Worked a Good Rhythm into you."

"Fuck! Your Melting me Amor!~" his Dick filled you Perfectly, his Beautiful tip Rubbing your Deepest Depths. You Gripped the Sheets For Dear Life as he pulled you In with Every Thrust Screaming to the High Heavens as he Molded himself into you,

You Mewled as he Fucked you Harder his Groans Getting Louder as he Chases his High."Ruin me Miguel~" you Begged for him an he Squeezed your legs letting his Fingers sink Deeper Thighs as he Fucked feral, Probably the Hardest he Ever Fucked you.

"Oh Fuck! I'm Cumming Papi! Don't Stop! Don't Stop!~" Your reach you Breaking point Pretty Quickly but you Weren't Expecting your Juices to Cover Both your Stomachs, Miguel didn't Have much Time to be Shocked as his Thrust Grew Sloppy, moving with no Rhythm as your Pussy Sucking him in with Every Thrust, He shoved himself as Deep as he Could Fit an Came with a Beautiful Moan."Ugh! God you have the Best Pussy I've Ever Felt!~" He panted Resting his hands on your stomach."I'm the only Pussy you've ever Felt" you Said Sheepishly Drawing his Attention Back to you, he Pulled you legs from his Shoulders. "Hush...don't think I didn't Hear you Earlier~" Miguel wiggled his Eyebrows Rubbing up your Hips.

"It..it just Felt Right! At the Time..."

"Try an Remember that Excuse Next Time Papi's Makin' you Squirt~"

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[johnnysbl0ndehair]

Guys you should totally send me your Cobra Kai dirty Thots (or the karate kid)

[zozoleesi]

does miguel diaz give bf energy or wife energy more??? the people need to know

[lvndrfucks]

You immediately gained Hawk and Miguel’s attention as soon as you walked into the party. Their eyes shamelessly moved up and down your body, enraptured by the light reflecting off your smooth legs and the tightness of your top clinging to your chest. You threw your long hair back over your shoulders as you laughed at something your friend said. The way your face brightened was already a turn on for them if they were being quite honest.

Miguel stared in awe as if a goddess herself walked through the door. The beauty he was witnessing was one he knew he could never find again in the world. He would get down on his hands and knees to worship the ground you walked upon, do anything you asked him to in a heartbeat.

Hawk smirked to himself. He loved challenges and you looked like a puzzle that he had to complete. He could become anything you wanted him to if that meant you being under him by the end of the night. He’d let himself fall with the risk of not knowing if you were at the bottom or not. Your word would be sacred to him.

You were rummaging through the cooler for a drink when you noticed them. Hawk was leading with Miguel trailing behind.

“Looking for anything specific,” he asked. There was a lively glint in his eye that was easy to detect.

“Just something good,” you answered. “I don’t like to waste my time on disappointment.”

Hawk raised his eyebrows at the phrase, intrigued. “I’d hate for that to happen.” He walked past you to the fridge.

As he looked through, you glanced at his quiet friend. He sent you a sheepish smile that you returned.

“It’s Miguel, right,” you asked him.

“Um, ye— yeah. Yeah, it’s Miguel.”

The way you stared from head to toe made him inhale shakily. What were you thinking? What did you want from him?

Hawk handed you a bottle that made you nod, impressed. He walked back to Miguel and threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Only the baddest badass in the whole damn valley,” he bragged. This made Miguel’s cheeks glow red as he shook his head and laughed.

You observed the way they bantered with each other. Not exactly like brothers, but something different.

“I gotta get back to my friends, but I’ll see you guys later.” You popped the cap off the bottle and took a drink while you walked away.

Hawk’s face fell as he quickly turned around. “W— wait.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “We thought you wanted to hang out for a bit. With us.”

You looked back and forth between them. Between Hawk’s words and Miguel’s pleading eyes, they shared a look of desperation.

“Maybe later.”

Miguel’s shoulders slumped, dismayed, but Hawk patted his shoulder.

“She said later,” Hawk repeated once you left.

“And there was a maybe before it,” Miguel added. “What makes you think she’d want to hang out with us?”

“Because we’re awesome?” He spoke as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

“Not when you say shit like that.”

Miguel pushed his shoulder playfully that Hawk returned with a grin. They moved past the moment to try and enjoy themselves with the rest of the party, unaware of you staring from a distance. The corner of your lip upturned watching them.

The party was going on for hours. Even when hoards of people left, the energy was still there. Throughout the night, you had exchanged small glances and smiles towards Hawk and Miguel, like you were acknowledging the fact you haven’t forgotten about them.

Miguel was watching from one of the lounge seats outside as you waved off to your friends driving away. He was confused to why you haven’t left, but it gave him a small amount of hope. That small feeling grew once he saw you walking towards them. He hit Hawk’s arm for his attention.

The boy looked at Miguel and back at you. His smirk returned.

“Mind if I sit?” Your head tilted to the side as you smiled. One leg was crossed over the other while you kept your hands behind your back. It looked purely innocent in their eyes.

“Go ahead.” Hawk gestured to the empty seat next to Miguel and took a drink from his cup.

Miguel noticed the way your skirt was riding up your legs when you sat down. His eyes shifted towards yours to see you were already staring at him, that same pretty smile on your face.

“So, you guys met doing karate,” you asked.

“A little before that. I guess karate brought us closer.” Hawk nudged Miguel’s arm with his fist softly.

“And which one of you is the best?” They seemed confused, so you clarified, “At karate.”

They were a little surprised at the forward question. Glancing at each other, they shrugged.

“Technically, Miguel’s won the All Valley tournament,” Hawk stated.

“Yeah, but so did you this year. Not to mention, you were in the semi-finals last year,” Miguel added. “And you represented us for the Sekai Tekai.”

You watched them curiously go back and forth as they engaged with one another.

“Look how that ended.” A bitter look overcame Hawk as he remembered the most recent fight.

“That doesn’t matter, man,” Miguel defended. “You would’ve won that fair if they didn’t cheat. That ref didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.”

For a boy so shy and sweet looking, you liked the assertiveness he brought when it came to defending his friend. Hawk must’ve thought the same thing as his cheeks tinted a light red.

“I haven’t seen you guys fight before.” Your tone made it sound like a challenge. You didn’t say more after, but it also seemed like enough said.

“Have you ever wanted to do karate,” Miguel asked you.

“When I was younger, I did. My mom took me out, though, because she thought it gave me aggression issues. Which, it didn’t. She just thought it was too violent.” You rolled your eyes while leaning back in the chair.

“It can be.”

Both boys started remembering everything that had happened to them after joining karate. Although there were a lot of great moments, the bad ones could never be forgotten. There was a point in time they feared their friendship would never be the same anymore.

“Sounds like you two have a long history together,” you said. “Is there anything else you guys share besides karate?”

Miguel chuckled a bit. “What do you mean share?”

You shrugged innocently. “What do you think I mean?”

The two boys glanced at each other, unsure if they were understanding you correctly. You looked back and forth between them as you awaited an answer.

“I don’t know. I mean we’re kind of polar opposites in ways, I guess,” Hawk answered.

“So, like, one of you is a virgin and the other is a freak in the sheets?”

Miguel laughed nervously into his cup to hide his red face while Hawk found your questions amusing.

“Who would you think is who,” Hawk asked.

You hummed while tilting your head. You reached over to place your hand on Miguel’s shoulder, the tips of your fingers skimming his curls.

“You look as innocent as they come,” you told him. Noticing Hawk’s smug smile, you continued, “But it’s always the innocent ones that are the kinkiest, right?” You sat back in the chair, your touch leaving Miguel’s. “So, do either of you live around here?”

Miguel cleared his throat and pointed. “Yeah. Just over there.”

You nodded and stood up. They watched as you walked towards his apartment. You looked back at them.

“Are you coming?” You made sure to make eye contact with each boy.

Hawk and Miguel glanced at each other and quickly stood up, trailing behind. You waited patiently for Miguel to open the door and he welcomed you inside. It was dark, meaning no one was home.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

Miguel felt himself get choked up. “Bed— bedroom? It’s, um, it’s just down the hallway.”

You nodded, walking that way. Hawk was eagerly close behind with a restless Miguel. Thankfully, he cleaned his room beforehand.

You pushed open the door and stepped inside. “I like your posters.” You chuckled staring at a particular one. “My mom loves Guns N’ Roses. She plays it like every morning.”

The boys were too nervous to even respond. They were both wondering if this was heading into the direction they think it was. Their answer came quickly as you carefully sat down on Miguel’s bed. You didn’t say anything and looked at them with a single raised brow.

In a blink of an eye, the boys were on either side of you. You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement. They sat so close to you, your legs were pressed against the fabric of their jeans. A small breath left your lips as you looked at Hawk.

You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in. He did the same until you turned your head last minute to place a gingerly kiss on his cheek. You pulled away with an innocent smile. The comforter crumpled under Hawk’s grip as he shifted relentlessly. You knew what you were doing.

You looked at Miguel who gulped. You paused your movements in silent questioning and received a nod in response. His hand immediantly grasped the side of your neck as you leaned up to kiss him.

God, Miguel Diaz had to be the most gentle person to ever exist.

He moved with such care, as if savoring the taste of you on his tongue. His grip on you never tightened, only held you close. A stirring in his stomach occurred as your hand moved to his knee and squeezed lightly. He could feel your movements slowing down as you started to pull away. He couldn’t help but chase you pathetically, receiving another squeeze on his knee as a promise.

You looked at Hawk again who was more than prepared. A small smirk was the last thing he saw on your lips before diving in. He moved at a quicker pace. His hand went to your inner thigh, making you squirm. A low moan came from you as he massaged the skin tenderly. For someone with such a soft touch, his mouth was otherwise.

When you pulled away, he attached himself to your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could. You looked back at Miguel, seeing his blown-out eyes and parted lips. You used your thumb and pointer finger to grab his chin and guide him towards you. As his lips moved against yours, his hand travelled to your stomach and slowly made its way up.

You pulled away again and Miguel kept himself busy on the other side of your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of both boys marking you up, their hands skimming around your body.

Hawk and Miguel pulled away and looked at you for their next move. You grabbed both of them, guiding them towards the middle until the three of you collided.

It was messy and hot. Parted lips claimed yours in a messy kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and exploring every open space. You started going back and forth with them as they started closing in on you more and more. It nearly made it difficult to turn your head, but one of the boys was always there, awaiting their turn.

You slowly departed from them. But they kept going.

You leaned back on your elbows as Hawk and Miguel indulged with each other. You weren’t sure if they were aware of your lack of presence, or perhaps, they didn’t care. It was like they were starving for each other and succumbed into their cravings.

A low laugh came from you that made them stop. They stared at each other momentarily and looked at you.

“Just friends, my ass,” you retorted, sitting up. You still had a smile on your face as you kissed Hawk first, then Miguel. “You guys are adorable.”

Miguel rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked at Hawk who was in the same state, one of his arms wrapping around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. His hand found Miguel’s and gave a light squeeze.

hera speaks!

challengers, but cobra kai edition

[bluepallets]

Smut under the cut, oral(F), MxF, no specific characters, teasing, praise(F)

Enjoy :)

He starts kissing down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire behind. He takes his time, making sure to give extra attention to her nipples. He then moves lower, stopping at her pelvis. He teases her with his tongue, causing her to squirm.

He looks up at her, eyes filled with desire. He can hear the pleads in her voice and he smirks. He starts licking and sucking on her clit, slowly and teasingly.

"You want more?" He asks, giving her clit a gentle bite.

She breathes out heavily, breath hitching in her throat. Nodding, she whines, unable to form coherent words. Her hands grip the white satin sheets, the fabric wrinkling up against her palm.

His hands rub at her thighs, he smiles up at her. Placing a small kiss to her heat, he starts to suck and flick his tongue at her clit. Her moans and whines ringing through his ears as her body squirms.

“You’re perfect.” He mumbles out against her, barely audible.

He resumes his previous teasing, flicking her clit gently with his warm tongue. He licks up and down her slick before toying with her hole. He groans at the lewd sound of her wet when he licks into her.

She clenches around his tongue, moaning softly at the new feeling. Her thighs tense and her grip on the sheets grows tighter. She feels herself cum down his tongue, the rush of orgasm taking her over.

“Good girl.”

[generalkenobee]

Oh my god guys please feed me your dirty cobra kai thoughtsss

(Or just the karate kid)

[writtenapoiogy]

relief; miguel diaz

pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader

summary: miguel was having a very rough and stressful week AND WHATS AN AMAZING WAY TO RELIEVE STRESS??

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, handjob, oral (f receiving) and porn WITHOUT plot there is no plot just fuckin like almost immediately again, use of pet names (papi, mi amor, & princesa)

Miguel was having a rough week. Johnny had just told him he was seeing his mom. Plus he was singling him out during karate. He felt like he wasn’t learning anything and with the tournament in a few weeks, Miguel was stressed and a little on edge.

He showed up to your apartment and you could just tell he was having an off day.

You swung the door open after seeing his handsome face outside the peephole.

“Hi, baby.” You gripped his shirt and pulled him into your apartment.

He shut the door behind him before putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Your mom is at work, right?”

“Yea. Why?” Your gaze went from his eyes to his plump lips as he licked them right before he said-

“Because I need to fuck you.”

“Oh.”

Miguel smirked at you, then he cupped your face in his hands and started kissing you with fervor.

You felt yourself almost go limp as you two kissed. Miguel’s lips were so soft. You couldb’t get enough of them. You gripped the back of his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

You moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into yours. Miguel wrapped his arms around your shoulders. The both of you started moving toward your bedroom, not taking your lips off each other.

When you two reached your bedroom, you immediately started ot take each other's clothes off. And as soon as you both were naked, Miguel’s eyes became glued on you.

“Ah, mi amor,” Miguel breathed as he scanned your body. You were so beautiful to him. Every square inch of you was perfect.

You often caught him staring at you intensely when you were naked in front of him. He has told you how much it turns him on that he is the only person to have ever seen you like this.

He quickly pulled you against him and grabbed your ass with one hand and used the other to put your hand on his hard cock. “Do you feel how bad I need to fuck you?”

You gasped. He felt so good in your hand. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his pretty dick.

You lifted your head and looked into Miguel's eyes as you bit your lip and started pumping him.

Miguel let out an obscenely loud moan, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and his head lolled back. He looked and sounded so sexy. You wanted to keep him moaning for you. You never wanted his pretty moans to end.

You sped your hand up, focusing on that sensitive part of his dick that connected his head to his shaft.

He whimpered as you brought him extremely close to his release. You kept going, wanting him to come on your stomach. But you didn’t get what you wanted because he firmly moved your hand away, making you frown.

Miguel shook his head, out of breath and whispered, “No. Not yet.”

He put his hands on your hips and picked you up, so you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

You felt yourself get wetter. You loved it when he picked you up. It was so hot to you, plus feeling his hard dick on your ass cheek, made you want him even more. You started to grind your hips, wanting something from him.

Something to please you.

“Miguel,” you whined.

“I know, princesa,” Miguel said, pressing light kisses to your neck.

He carried you a few more steps over to your bed and tossed you on the lightly.

You started playing with your wet pussy, putting your finger inside of you. You made sure he could hear how wet you were for him.

You were pumping your finger fast. “Papi, I need you.” You mewled out to him.

He groaned and then dropped down into the bed on his knees. He crawled towards you in between your legs till his face was right over your hot wet cunt.

“You’re so wet for me, huh? And I’ve barely touched you.” Miguel chuckled.

You jutted your hips up towards his pretty face as you whined his name.

“Nuh-uh pretty girl you gotta use your words. Tell me what you want.” Miguel said firmly, right before putting his thumb on your clit and rubbing circles and figure eights on it.

You couldn’t even muster up a response. He kept playing with your clit. Just the little touch was making your brain turn to mush.

Miguel then dragged his thumb from your clit down your wet folds. He just barely pressed his thumb inside you, eliciting a moan from you.

“Hm?” He slowly pressed his thumb inside of you. “Tell me what you want. C'mon, princesa, I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.”

“I want your mouth on me, please. I want you to eat me out.” You basically whined at him as you began to move your hips down onto his thumb.

He quickly removed his thumb from inside you and licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

At this point, you couldn’t control the filthy moans leaving your mouth. Miguel loved eating you out it was one of his favorite ways to please you.

And he love love loved making you moan.

He ate you out with a lot of tongue and a lot of spit. He was messy and you loved it so much.

He gripped your thighs as he flicked his tongue on your clit.

Sucking on your clit.

Humming around it.

He was doing everything right, just like he always does. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at it, moaning his name. That made him moan, which made you gasp due to the fact that his mouth was on your clit.

“Fuck. Miguel.”

Miguel started to fuck you with his tongue. His arms, which were wrapped around your thighs, pulled you even closer to his mouth.

You started to squirm, desperately trying to push his head away. It felt so good. You were so close.

“Miguel…,” You breathed. He knew just how close you were.

He brought his thumb over to your clit to rub circles on it as he continued to fuck your cunt with his tongue.

You let out a loud moan as you came on his tongue. You gripped his hair even harder making him groan.

Miguel didn’t stop when you came either. He just kept going. He moved his tongue from inside of you to repeatedly flick at your clit.

“Baby, I can’t,” You whimpered as you pushed his head away.

He smiled at you as he climbed towards you and aggressively laid his lips upon yours. This kiss was forceful and hot and uncoordinated.

It was sloppy and a wet mess because his mouth and chin were covered in your juices. It turned you on so much when you got to taste yourself on his lips.

He had one arm planted by your head and the other ran down your side, caressing you. He ran his hand down your thigh till it was under your knee. He hiked your knee up and quickly moved his hand to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance.

You pulled away from the kiss to ask him with labored breaths, “How do you want me?”

Miguel smirked down at you hotly. He sat up then put his hands on your hips to flip you over. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked. I’m about to fuck you into this mattress”

You felt your stomach tighten with excitement when he pulled your hips up so you were ass up face down.

Miguel quickly lined himself up with your wet hole and sunk into you fast. “Fuck, mi amor, you feel so good.”

You moaned when he hit your gspot as he slid into you. You already knew he was going to have you coming undone for him in minutes.

This angle was always going to hit the right spots and his strokes were always perfect. And when he showed up at your door today you could tell he was stressed and he wasn’t about to go slow and gentle with you today. He needed to relieve his stress.

When he said he was going to fuck you into the mattress, he did just that. Miguel started pumping his cock into your cunt roughly. In seconds, you were screaming into your bed.

You pushed yourself up on your arms and started to fuck him back. Pushing yourself back on his dick. You wanted to show him how good you can take him.

“Fuck. Look at that. You’re taking me so good, baby.” Miguel grabbed your hair and tugged slightly. You let out a small whimper.

Miguel sped up his pace with his right hand in your hair and his left crossed on the right side of your hip, pulling you back against his cock. Fucking you hard and fast.

You two had been dating for a little over a year and had only been having sex for about 7 months now. You were each other’s firsts, and you wanted to wait till you knew you were both ready. The two of you got into a motion of having sex pretty fast and you were really good at it. It was like every time you had sex with Miguel, it just got better and better than the last.

You had slumped back down against the bed, your arms having gone weak. You didn’t think you could make it much longer, not with the way Miguel was pounding into you. All you could feel was his cock sliding in and out of you and his balls slapping your clit. It was sending you into overdrive.

“M-m-miguel. Please come. I want you to c-come in me. Please Miguel…” You couldn’t do anything else but keep muttering that. He had fucked you into a puddle of nothing.

“Oh, trust me, that’s the plan.” He leaned forward so that his chest was against your back. He continued to hit your gspot till you tensed up and his thrusts lost their pattern. “All I’ve been able to do is think about coming inside this pussy.” He whispered in your ear.

The two of you moaned in unison as he slammed into you one last time.

Miguel came inside of you with a loud moan. Your pussy squeezed him for everything he had as you both came down from your orgasms. He slowly pulled his now limp dick out of you with a wince.

He watched his come trickle out of you and then his eyes gazed over your exhausted body. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized you were just lying there completely still. “Ah, mi amor!? Y/N?? Are you okay? Was I too rough? I’m sorry..” Miguel was rambling.

“Baby, I’m fine. Was just really fucking good,” You smirked against your pillow.

“Oh.” He beamed. “Well if that’s the case, I’m going to go get a towel to clean you up.”

Miguel placed a quick kiss on your lips before departing from your room. When he came back, he had a warm wet towel and a cup of water. After he cleaned the two of you up, you guys cuddled until you drifted off to sleep.