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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 | lee myung-gi (player 333) × fem!reader

open request !!

summary | you and player 333, race against the clock to find a door. when all hope seems lost, he risks everything to save you

warnings | violence, implied death, panic, and emotional distress

word count | 1.5 k

The echo of footsteps reverberates around you like a drum in the endless labyrinth. Screams, chaos... everything blends together, and your breathing becomes just another noise. You look around, searching for something—someone—to save you, but all you see are distorted faces, moving without stopping.

“Find a partner and a door before time runs out, or you will be eliminated.”

The words buzz in your head like a cruel hum. The timer on the wall, illuminated in intense red, counts down the seconds of your life.

00:58… 00:57… 00:56

You run toward a door, but someone else is already there.

"Please, wait for me!" you shout, your voice desperate and broken.

They don’t even bother to look at you. You feel a shove on your shoulder as someone else rushes past. Despair sinks into your chest, heavy as a stone, and you start to think there might be no way out.

00:45

You trip, and the cold, hard floor meets your knees. Tears burn in your eyes, but you can’t stop to cry. Not here, not now.

"I’m going to die."

The thought cuts into you like a knife. There’s no metaphor in it; it’s the most terrifying truth you’ve ever faced. If you don’t find a door, if you don’t find a partner, you’re done.

00:30

"Quick!"

A voice pulls you out of your trance. You lift your gaze and see him. It’s him: Lee Myung-Gi, player 333. His white shirt with the number is drenched in sweat, his dark hair disheveled, but his eyes… his eyes shine with a determination that throws you off.

"What are you doing down there? Get up!" he yells, extending his hand.

Your body reacts before your mind can process it. You grab his hand, his grip firm and steady, and he pulls you to your feet.

"Run with me!" he orders, and you do.

His hand doesn’t let go of yours as you sprint down the endless hallway. Every door you pass is already closed, its number dark. There are no options left, and you feel your legs about to give out at any moment.

00:15… 00:14… 00:13

"There!" he shouts, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. It’s the last one.

Your heart speeds up even more, if that’s possible. But then you see it: someone else is running toward that door. A tall man, faster than the two of you, is only steps away from reaching it.

"No…" you whisper, feeling panic tighten your throat.

"Keep running!" Myung-Gi yells, suddenly letting go of your hand.

You watch as he launches himself at the other player, shoving him with all the force he has. The man stumbles and crashes to the ground, yelling in frustration as he tries to get back up.

"I’m sorry!" Myung-Gi shouts before turning back to you and grabbing your hand again.

"Run!"

You don’t have time to think about what he just did. Your feet move on pure instinct, and before you know it, he pushes you through the door and follows right behind you.

00:03… 00:02… 00:01… 00:00

The sound of the door closing is followed by deafening silence. Then, screams, gunshots… and silence again.

You collapse onto the floor, unable to stay on your feet. You’re trembling, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.

"I’m sorry about that…" Myung-Gi says, leaning against the wall as he breathes heavily. "I didn’t want to do it, but there was no other way."

His voice is calm, but all you can think about is the man he left outside. The tears you’ve been holding back pour out in a hot, bitter stream.

"I can’t… I can’t do this anymore…" you whisper, feeling your entire body shatter inside.

He crosses the small space in a couple of steps and kneels in front of you.

"Hey… look at me. We’re alive. We’re here." His hand rests on your shoulder, firm but comforting.

You can’t help but look at him, even though your eyes are blurred with tears.

"Breathe with me, okay? Inhale… exhale… like this."

You try to follow him. His voice has something in it that soothes you, something that gives you a faint glimmer of hope.

"Thank you…" you manage to murmur. "For not leaving me."

He shakes his head, as if your words weren’t necessary.

"I wasn’t going to let you die. Not you.

His words hit you harder than any shove or fall. You look into his eyes, searching for something—maybe a reason, maybe comfort—and you find a warmth you didn’t expect.

"I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…"

"You don’t need to know. I’m here, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you."

Before you can think of a response, you lean into him, desperate for something to hold on to. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, warm and protective, and you rest your head against his chest.

The sound of his heart, strong and steady, is the only thing keeping you grounded.

"I’m here," he whispers, his voice soft against your hair. "You’re not alone."

When you finally lift your head, you realize how close your faces are. His warm breath brushes against your skin, and suddenly, the noise of the game seems to vanish.

He lifts a hand and caresses your cheek, his fingers tracing a delicate path.

"You have to be strong. For us."

And then, his lips meet yours.

It’s a kiss filled with everything you can’t put into words. Desperate, yet comforting, as if he’s trying to imprint on your skin the fact that you’re still alive.

When you pull away, your eyes meet his, and though tears still streak your face, they’re no longer from fear.

"We’ll get out of this together," he says, a small but firm smile on his face. "I promise."

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May I request a cobra Kai Zara Malik x fem reader from miyagi do smut where she approaches the reader at the bar in s6 ep 8 and then they go back to her room and go down.

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | zara malik × fem!reader

summary | request

warnings | explicit sexual content, alcohol use, suggestive language, power dynamics

word count | 2.0 k

The bar is crowded with Sekai Taikai competitors, all celebrating or consoling each other. You are there at the insistence of your fellow Miyagi-Do dojo members. A mixture of excitement and exhaustion weighs on your shoulders as you hold a half-full glass of beer, more out of obligation than pleasure.

The atmosphere vibrates wihlaughter, shouting and of- key songs that someone decided tlo put on karaoke. i's wher your eyes fall on Zara Malik, from the rival doijo, that everything stops for a second.

Zara is there, at the bar, impeccable as always, with a tight leather jacket that looks tailored and an aura of superiority that even in a chaotic bar is impossible to ignore. Her hair falls in perfect waves over her shoulders, and when she furns and sees you, her cocky smile lights up the distance between you.

"What are you doing here, Miyagi?" throws you from lugar

You don't respond right away. The alcohol in your system makes your tongue quiver a litle. You decide to face the situation head on, even though you the heat rising in your face.

"So do, Malik. Relaxing after crushing a few"

Zara lets out a melodious, exaggerated laugh, as if just heard the most ridiculous joke.

"You? Crushing? How funny". lt slides right by you. "Although, guess a consolation win is something to celebrate" You know she's provoking you, but of annoying you, her attitude intrigues you more.

"Why don't we celebrate together, then? My treat". You raise your glass, challenging her.

She arches an eyebrow, interested. "Are you drunk or just desperate for my attention".

"What if it's both?" The words come out before you can stop vourself, and Zara looks amused.

"How direct" murmurs, taking a seat next to you at the high table you share with your companions, who have strategically disappeared to the dance floor

"But not enough. lf you really want my atiention, Miyagi, you'l have to try"

You can't help but smile as the wammth in your cheeks increases.

"Maybe l already have it. Ater al, here you are"

Zara laughs sofly and leans closer, her perfume flooding your senses. "Tell me, is this the best youve got? Or is there something else under that innocent facade of a peace dojo".

You know she's messing with you, but the booze is doing wonders for your confidence. You take a long sip of your drink and look her straight in the eye "How about finding out"

For a moment, Zara looks surprised, but quickly regains her composure. "You're bolder than l thought. l like"

The night progresses between jokes and provocations. Every word they exchange is a small combat, a chess game where no one wants to give up. Zara is still the same arrogant and self-confident woman you saw on the tatami, but here there is something different in her eyes, a spark of interest you haven't seen before.

" I admit you're not as boring as l thought" finally says, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at you. "Are you always like this or is that the alcohol speaking for you"

"Maybe alcohol gives me the boost I need" you admit, laughing sofly. "What about you? Are you always this unbearable or do you save your charms for special occasions"

Zara feigns offense, raising a hand to her chest "Unbearable? Darling, l am an"

"That sounds like something someone would say"

"Unsure? Please" leans in closer, her lips to inches from yours. "lf anyone here is nervous, it's you".

Your breathing quickens, and before you respond, Zara closes the distance and her lips brush yours, soft but determined. The world stops, the noise of the bar becomes a distant hum.

When she finally breaks away, her dark eyes search yours assessing your reaction. "Was that enough to shut you up, Miyagi"

Instead of responding, you take her face in your hands and kiss her again, more intensely, leting the moment consume you. You feel her initial surprise, but soon she reciprocates, her hands finding your waist. drawing you closer.

When they finally separate, they're both breathing hard, and Zara has that smile that promises trouble. "l knew there was something interesting about you" murmurs.

"What now?" questions. trying to keep her composure

"Now..." Zara looks around, her flirtatious attitude intensifyin g. "l'd say we found a more private place to continue this".

And you can't help but follow her,leaving the bar and the worid behind for a night that promises to be unforgettable.

You continue walking down the hotel corridor, an atmosphere charged with an almost palpable tension. She walks ahead of you witih that innate confidence that always seems to surround her, while you try not to stumble in your own footsteps, your mind stil spinning from the kiss at the bar.

When they reach her room, Zara swipes the swipe card with almost lazy ease and pushes the door open. "Welcome to my humble abode" says in a mocking tone though nothing in the room is humble. I's a spacious anc elegant suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows that ofer a spectacular view of the iluminated city, you assume as a result of all her patronage

"Do you always need so much space for your stuff?" you comment, trying to sound casual as you take a step inside

Zara laughs softy, closing the door behind you "Did you expect anything less from me? !'m Zara Mallk, my dear The luxury comes with the"

You let out a nervous laugh, and before you can respond she steps closer, closing the distance between you. Her dark eyes bore into yours, and you your breathing quicken. "Now that we're alone..- begins, her voice softer, almost a whisper, "Maybe you want to tell me what it is you really".

Her question leaves you speechless for a moment. There is something about the way he looks at you, as if she is in complete control of the situation and, at the same , waitinc for you to take the initiative

"I.." You begin, but tihe words get stuck in your throat Finally you decide to be honest, letting your actions speak for you. You move closer and 'kiss her, tis time without hesitation or doubt.

Zara responds instantiy, her hands finding your face as she guides you back, until you feel the soft pressure of the back of the suite's bed against your legs. She pulls away just enough to look at you again, her smile now more genuine almost tender. "So you can be brave when you"

"More than you think" replies, and she laughs, a sound that fills the room and envelops your senses.

She guides you to the bed, where you both falltogether, ang what follows is a whirtwind of sensations: her lips exploring every corer of yours, her hands tracing paths across your skin as the distance between you disappears completely.

Zara turns to you, her hair messy, her gaze softened and something else you can't quite identify.

"Do you know what the worst part of this is?" asks, her voice barely whisper.

"What?" you mumble, unable take your eyes off her.

"That tomorrow, when we go back to our dojos, ! will have to pretend that I don't care about you at all". Her confession takes you by surprise, but before you can respond, she leans in and kisses you once more, soft and sweet, as if she wants to memorize this moment forever.

"So, lets make tonight worthwhile" you finally say, and Zara smiles. that cocky glint retuming to her eyes. "Youre quite a surprise".

And for the first, you have no problem admiting that she it is for you too.

Their tongues fitted together like puzzle pieces as you began to feel more needy and your hips unconsciously began to brush against hers

She turned away from you with a smirk. "You're anxious right".

Your eves roamed over her face, the alcohol making you want her even more. "God, you look so fucking beautifu right now".

Her eves melted, looking at you with pure adoration. Your lips pursued hers once more, and she kissed you hard this time, making you moan into her mouth. Her hands squeezed your waist, signaling you to lean.

She pulled away from you and hovered over you. Her arms were next to your head, while your hands cupped her jaw.

They both looked into each other's eyes, their pupils dilated with alcohol and the pure lust of desiring each other.

She leaned in, capturing your lips in one more, hard, feverish kiss before pulling away, tilting your head up with her other hand as she began to attack your jaw and neck with open- mouthed kisses, making you weak in the knees.

Your hands slid through her hair, tugging genty, as your leg hooked around her waist.

"Fuck, Zara" you gasped.

She pulled away and tucked her knee between your legs sending heatto your already throbbing center, making you moan sofil. "Yeah? You like that"

"Fuck yeah" you whispered.

She just smiled teasingly and kissed your lips again. as he began to press your knee against your center, he which made your moans grow louder and louder. Your hands moved down her torso, until they reached the hem of her shirt and tugged at it

She stepped back for a moment to take it off over her head exposing her red bra, the one you liked so much. Then she lifed you up to take it off, leaving you both in your pants and bra. She grabbed your neck gently, uling your lips together again. This action only excited you even more, a small moan came out of your mouth.

"Shit, you liked that didn't you?" She pulled away from your lips, with a mocking smile on her handsome features

You turned red. "..Maybe" didn't give her time to react before you kissed her again with your lips.

You loved the feel of her softlips against yours and she it, and she knew exactly how to make you give in She probably already knew your body better than you did and God, you loved that. Her grip on your throat grew tighter, not enough to hurt you, but enough to excite you ever more.

"Mmm, fuck" murmured against your lips, her deep, husky voice making you moan once more. She smiled against your lips, her hands roaming over your breasts, squeezing then gentiy. You arched your back agalinst her hands, as youl hands cupped her cheeks harshly.

She took the opportunity to efortlessly unclasp your bra removing it from your arms and tossing it to the other side of the room. Her lips immediately descended down your neck and reached your breasts in a matter of seconds. He left soft kisses around your nipple, and you threw your head back in pleasure. Her lips closed around the soft nub, her eyes resting on yours as her other hand went to work on your other breast, roling the nub between her fingers.

"Mmm, shit, Zara" you groaned as she changed her mouth 'to the other, which made your head spin.

You reached out and unclasped bra as wel the brunette took it of and quickly pulled down her pants before returning to your body, leaving her in just her panties. Your hands found her breasts quickly and squeezed them. The girt on top of you moaned softly.

She began kissing your body until she was face down, her head hovering over your center and her fingers brushing your waist. She looked up and her eves met yours.

"May I?" she asked sofly.

You nodded. "Please".

She smiled sofily at you, leaving one last kiss on your stomach, before pulling down your pants and panties, exposing your soaking wet center. Her lips parted as her eyes connected with your pussy as she began to giggle softly.

"Are you wet from just kissing you?" She joked.

"Oh, shut up" You rolled your eyes and smiled.

"That's all right," she said. "l'l shut"

And you opened your mouth to respond, but Zara interrupted you, attaching her lips to your aching clit sucking gently. She pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, giving her more room.

You threw your head back, murmuring her name as your fingers immediately went tio her hair, holding yourself steady.

She moaned against your center, sending vibrations throughout your body. "God, you taste"

"Fuck" you gasped, palming your breasts as your legs trembled with pleasure.

She raised a hand and ran it across your stomach before grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers and resting them together as she continued to devour you.

Her other hand moved to your entrance, strioking your hole gently. You cried out and squeezed her hand.

"Please, Zara" you whispered.

She genty kissed your inner thigh before inserting a finger inside you, thrusting slowiy. She kept a slow rhythm before speeding it up, while you moaned her name over and over again, as if it were a praver.

Then she inserted another finger inside you, curling bothf fingers, making you see stars. The gasps and gaspinc moans coming out of your mouth were music to her ears and drove her to go faster. When Zara wanted something she it. and she was determined.

You hugged her tightly, your stomach tightened and she knew you were close. Your moans grew louder and louder and you continued to chant her name.

"Mm, are you going to cum for me?" growled against your clit, leaving litle kisses on it.

"Fuck... Yes, Zara. Faster, please" You moaned and the pleasure became overwhelming, Zara only sped up her movements, urging you to release. You opened your eves and looked at the blonde who was eating you like a starving woman, which technically she was.

To the soft luz of the candles, she seemed so beautiful to you.

Your eyes met yours with a mimicking gaze, her hand squeezed yours.

Her soft eyes bore into yours. "You are amazing" whispered against your clit. And with one more flick of her fingers along with a strong suction on your clit, your back arched slowly as you let the euphoria wash over you.

You let out a soft cry of her name and threw your head back as you finally broke free. A sensation flowed through your veins. You were in a state of ecstasy, while Zara wasted no time in drinking your juices, taking you had to offer.

She continued to do this until your legs began to shake, the overstimulation taking over as you came down from your euphoric state.

"You did so well for me". She kissed your jaw softly.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | lee myung-gi (player 333) × fem!reader

open request !!

summary | player 230 threatens and intimidates you, but player 333 intervenes, protecting you from him

warnings | mild threat and intimidation, tension, angst, fluff

word count | 0.5 k

The tension in the room is palpable. The murmurs of the other players fade as player number 230, Thanos, slowly approaches you.

“Wow, what do we have here?” Thanos says, his voice deep and gravelly, a tone he knows how to manipulate to make everyone around him feel uncomfortable. His eyes scan your figure from head to toe with a predatory gaze. “You’re... interesting.”

A chill runs down your spine. You don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at you, the way his words feel like a game you can’t win, or if it’s the fact that you know exactly what he’s after.

“What do you want?” you respond, trying to sound firm, but fear slips into your voice despite yourself.

He smiles, that kind of smile that makes you think he already has everything under control. He steps closer, and you can see his eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and threat.

“What I want... is to know what’s beneath that façade of resistance. It’s always fun to break people like you.”

Your breath quickens. You know you’re on dangerous ground, but you can’t back down. You’re trapped. However, just as Thanos takes another step toward you, someone intervenes.

“If you don’t mind, I think she’s not interested,” comes the voice, firm and determined.

You quickly turn around and see player 333. He has positioned himself between you and Thanos, standing tall with a look of resolve in his eyes.

Thanos looks at him, sizing up the new intruder, his smile now more mocking.

“And who are you to get involved in this?” he asks with disdain, raising an eyebrow.

Player 333 doesn’t flinch. He’s calm, but you can feel the tension in his body, the same kind of tension that occurs before a confrontation.

“I’m someone who won’t let you touch her,” he responds in a calm yet firm voice.

Thanos laughs, but the laugh doesn’t reach his eyes. He steps toward player 333, testing his reaction, not sure if he’s truly willing to fight or if he’s just testing the other’s limits.

“Do you really think you can stop me?” he asks, eyeing him from head to toe, as if he were just an insect he could crush easily.

But player 333 doesn’t take a step back. Their eyes lock, and you can feel the electricity in the air. The kind of tension that only appears before a storm.

“I don’t need to stop you, I just need you to step away,” he says without moving a muscle, his voice a challenge in itself.

Thanos watches him in silence for a long moment, as if considering whether it’s worth continuing with this provocation. The arrogance on his face fades slightly, and it’s as if he suddenly realizes that player 333 isn’t going to back down.

Finally, Thanos snorts in disdain.

“This isn’t over,” he says, his voice heavy with threat, before turning and walking away, his presence still lingering in the air.

333 doesn’t move until Thanos has disappeared completely. Only then does he turn to you, his eyes softening slightly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his tone much gentler than before.

You, still in shock from the intervention, nod, though you can’t help but feel your hands tremble slightly.

“Thank you... I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

333 makes a nearly dismissive gesture with his hand, but there’s a slight smile on his lips, as if the danger meant nothing compared to seeing you calm.

“You don’t have to thank me. I wasn’t going to let someone like him touch you.”

“But...”

“It doesn’t matter.” His tone is serious, but there’s something protective in his gaze that makes you feel safe. “Here, no one is going to touch you if I can help it.”

For a moment, you stand there, speechless, watching him. Something inside you feels grateful, but beyond that, there’s a deeper feeling, a connection you can’t even explain.

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I definitely NEED an Axel who is totally crying and moaning all the time, in my head he's just a sub who needs to be taken care of

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | axel kovacevic × fem!reader

summary | a passionate encounter with Axel Kovacevic unfolds as he surrenders to your dominance, proving he's your "pretty boy" in every sense

warnings | smut without plot, explicit content, p in v, oral sex, strong language, dom!reader, sub!axel

word count | 2.2 k

author's note | my head was playing "pretty boy" by Isabel LaRosa while I was writing

You slowly approach him, his perfect figure does not go unnoticed as you advance. Axel, so submissive, so obedient. You have been watching him since he arrived, like a dog waiting for his command, as always. And you can't help it, you feel that spark inside you, that need to make him feel something, something beyond what he thinks he knows about himself.

"Pretty boy" you murmur with a mischievous smile, the same one you know makes him doubt himself. You delight in how his gaze darkens, as if he were searching for the right words to react, but he can't find them. Instead, his body responds to your closeness, the tension between the two of you grows.

You run a finger across his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt stretch, how his muscles tense under your touch. You don't need to say anything else; he knows what you want. He looks at you, as if he were incapable of looking anywhere else, his lips slightly parted, as if he were waiting for a signal.

And then, you do it. You get even closer, until the distance between you becomes nothing, until he can feel your breath on his skin.

"Do it for me, Axel." Be the nice boy I know you can be.

The word "pretty" resonates in his mind, probably in a way he never thought it would. But it doesn't matter. You are the one who sets the rules here. The place feels warm, the tension palpable in the air as your hands roam his back, noticing how his control begins to slip.

His hands search for your waist, the pressure he exerts as he wraps his arms around you makes you smile, but you know it's him who is losing control. It's not enough. You need more from him, and you know it. So without thinking, you push him slightly back, forcing him to look at you while you dominate him, without him even being able to protest.

"Come on, pretty boy" you whisper again, this time more firmly, and he submits, his eyes now shining with a mix of desire and surrender. You lean closer to his ear and with a soft, almost playful tone, you say:

"I told you. You are mine".

You move a little away from him, but only to make sure he does, like a kind of game. You see him pull back, as if he had lost his balance, and you know exactly what to do to make sure you get him back. Without saying a word, you lean towards him and kiss his lips gently. He surrenders under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist once more. You feel in control, knowing that you are the one in charge here.

"My pretty boy has a big mouth" you murmur over his lips, seeing the surprise on his face. "Do you want to show it to me?"

And when he nods, you know you've won. You make him kneel before you, his arms falling to his sides as if waiting for your command. And in the meantime, you stand right there, with your shirt in one hand while with the other you unbutton your pants.

"Undress me, handsome. Do it like I told you".

And he does it. Slowly and gently, removing each piece of clothing until you feel naked in front of him. The desire in his eyes makes you sigh, makes you feel powerful. You step away for a moment, and without losing eye contact with him, you approach the sofa and sit right on the edge, your legs crossed in a flirtatious gesture, like an invitation for him.

"I want to see that big mouth in action". You say to him while hugging yourself with your hands behind your back and smiling in a way more innocent than you feel. "Come here and make me feel".

He approaches you, his mouth gliding over your legs, but you don't want to wait. You make him stop right at your thighs and, without wasting any time, you push him down until his mouth is right above your legs. You don't give him time to ask any questions, you just lean over him and start kissing his mouth with more intensity, with more passion, and you can feel the tension in the air becoming more palpable.

You pull away from him for a moment, yank off your bra, and toss it aside. Your breath is ragged as you sit there, completely naked in front of him.

"Are you ready to play, pretty boy?" you ask him, and you know he is, you can read it in his eyes.

You nod and make him come closer until his mouth brushes against your legs once more. And with a dark smile, he begins to kiss each of your curves until he reaches your crotch. Your body shudders when the sensation of his lips on you hits you. You start to moan as his tongues brush against your folds, but he doesn't stop. Not until he hears you tell him to stop.

And you know it, you trained him to do that. You taught him to always wait for your command to continue.

"Mmm, Axel" you whisper, leaning over him and kissing his mouth. "Do it harder. I want to feel you".

And he does, there's no doubt he has understood your orders, so he rests his head on your thighs while continuing the movement of his lips. Your body begins to tense as his mouth works its magic on you, while his fingers caress your hips, you feel lost in him.

"Axel" you moan his name, the sensation growing stronger until you can't take it anymore. "Make him feel you, pretty boy".

And you do it. You feel it within you, as if you had possessed it. His breath on your legs is rough, the sounds of satisfaction he makes make you sigh. And when he pauses for a moment, you can feel his lips still moving slowly on you.

"Pretty boy" you whisper between sighs, leaning towards him to kiss his cheek. "Come on" You make him sit and move closer until you are right above him, feeling the texture of his pants against you. "I'm ready to feel everything".

And he nods without you having to say anything more.

You make him unbuckle his belt, his fingers trembling as he tries to free his erection from his pants. You can't help but smile as you see how lost he feels, how his face flushes as he stands up and starts to take off his clothes. The sight of his naked body doesn't make you lose interest; if anything, it makes you want to feel closer to him. And he understands it.

You sit back down on the couch, look at him, and invite him to come closer. His eyes shine when he sits in the place where you were just moments ago, his breath is quick, but it stops right there. You touch him, your fingers caressing his skin as he looks at you. And you can feel the desire in him, the fear, the need to please you.

"Do you want to fuck me, Axel?" you look him straight in the eyes and he nods. "It's not the first time you've done it" you tell yourself, more than him. "But you always make me feel like you're the best man in the world. And if I told you that I love you as always?"

You touch it again and you can feel its pulse, as if you were striking the heart of a wild horse. "What would you do, pretty boy?"

"Everything you ask of me" he gasps, his words barely intelligible. "I want to do it. I want to fuck you".

And your response is to kiss him hard, with passion, making him fall back until his back hits the couch. And you can feel his ragged breath on your lips as you mount him and move closer to his legs.

"Tell me you like it". You say, starting to lick his erection. "Tell me what you like, pretty boy".

"You are..." he begins to respond, but seems to lose the thread of the conversation. "You are so good..." it's the only thing he can respond, his sounds of satisfaction increasing with every lick you give him. "Oh... Axel, pretty boy..." you moan over his erection, feeling Axel's body tense beneath you. "This is for me. For you. Don't stop".

And he doesn't.

He takes your hair and starts pushing your head down, his rough breath in your ear as he makes room for himself in your lap, as if he intends to shove his erection into your mouth. And right there, you can feel that he has lost control, you can see in his eyes the need to fuck your mouth.

And he does. He begins to penetrate your mouth forcefully, but you can't help but moan. Instead, you cling to his thighs. And Axel stops when he feels you there.

"Axel?" you gasp, and it may seem like a question, but it isn't. You don't need it, you just want to let him know that you felt it. "Pretty boy..."

"Pretty boy..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he begins to apologize, but his fingers grip your shoulders and he lifts you onto his body, and it may seem like he is truly remorseful for his actions, but you can see in his eyes that he is just waiting for you to do it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he begins to apologize, but his fingers grip your shoulders and he makes you climb onto his body, and it may seem like he is truly remorseful for his actions, but you can see in his eyes that he is just waiting for you to do it.

And you do.

You kiss him passionately and apologize for not knowing he was so close to climax. And you can see the surprise in his eyes, how he can't believe what he just heard.

"But if you want to fuck my mouth..." you whisper to him, kissing his lips softly as you start rubbing against him. "You can do it. Just tell me you want it" you can see how his eyes darken, how his breathing quickens in an instant.

"I want him," he murmurs, squeezing your shoulders. "I want you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to do it again".

"You will, pretty boy" you smile at him as you mount his erection and slide it inside you. The sensation is intense, as if desire were flooding him completely, but you can't stop. You have to let him know, you have to make him understand that he will always be mine. "You will do what I tell you to do" you say as you start moving on top of him.

And he submits.

You feel his lips on your breasts, feeling how his teeth bite and suck them as if they were the most delicious delicacy in the world. You make him hold your breasts while he continues to lick them.

"My pretty boy always behaves well" you whisper in his ear, and you can feel his muscles tensing beneath you. "I love how you feel".

And you can feel it, how his erection begins to press against your thighs, how he starts to move beneath you as if he were trying to fuck you. You can't help the laughter that escapes your lips as you touch him, how you caress his chest and feel the sweat beginning to glisten on his skin. His fingers begin to explore your curves, tracing your back, hips, and legs as you move up and down on him, feeling every inch of him.

You can feel the tension between the two of you growing more and more, the sensation of his skin against yours makes you sigh with pleasure. You can feel his fingers caressing your buttocks, exploring downwards until they find your wet and ready crotch.

"Pretty boy wants to fuck me. Is it true?" you ask while looking at him, and you can see the desire shining in his eyes. "Are you going to fuck me like I asked you to?"

You don't need to ask him for anything else. You make him move away from you for a moment and feel him shift beneath you until he is right beneath your hips. His erection hits your buttocks and you can feel the pressure on you, how his breath begins to falter as he supports you with his hands on his shoulders.

"Do it, Axel." You whisper his name as you make him lean towards you, feeling his lips brush against your breasts. "Tell me you'll fuck me."

And there's no need for you to say anything else, Axel feels lost in you, the sensation of him inside you is as if hell had opened up for you, to let you feel the sensation of salvation. His hands grip your hips as he starts moving you up and down, as if you were an object at his disposal. And you can feel his moans on your skin, how he gasps your name while you ride him. There is no doubt about who is in control here, you can feel his quick breath on you, feel his muscles working beneath you.

And you can feel his lips on you, kissing your curves as you get closer and closer to him until you can't take it anymore. You start moving faster on him, feeling his erection inside you, and the sensation makes you moan with pleasure.

"Axel, Axel..." you gasp his name between sighs, your arms resting on his shoulders as you feel the climax near, the desire filling your veins. "I love you like this, pretty boy. I want to see you more. I want to see you fuck me until you can't anymore".

And there's no need for you to say more, Axel crumbles. He can't take it anymore, his lips cling tightly to your breasts as he begins to thrust your hips down with such force that you can feel the bed creaking beneath you. The sensation of his erection inside you is intense, you can feel the pressure within you, as if it could make you explode into a million pieces.

"Axel!" you shout his name as you feel the climax within you, the pleasure flooding every part of your body. And you can feel how he also reaches his orgasm, how his body tenses beneath your skin as he thrusts up harder. "Axel, mmm..."

And you can feel how he collapses onto the sofa beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you towards him, as if he needed to feel your warmth.

"My pretty boy is the best." you whisper on his cheek, feeling his fingers glide down your back.

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could you do kwon x reader zara's twin sister

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 | kwon jae-sung × fem!reader

summary | Zara Malik has a sister and Kwon doesn't know it

warnings | emotional tension, light physical confrontation, kissing

word count | 1.0 k

The noise from the tournament seems to fade as you walk away, searching for a place where the pressure of constantly being compared to your sister doesn't overwhelm you. Zara has everything you've always wanted: the attention, the recognition, the confidence that sometimes seems invulnerable. You, on the other hand, are the shadow, the sister who goes unnoticed, who always has to fight to be seen as something more than just an extension of her. And that frustrates you more than you'd like to admit.

You turn a corner and suddenly bump into someone. The impact makes you step back. You look up and see him: tall, with a posture that screams confidence, eyes analyzing you with unsettling scrutiny. The discomfort in his gaze is palpable.

"Zara." The name slips from his lips with a tone of both recognition and challenge, as if he’s already judging you.

You take a deep breath, tired of the same misunderstanding once again. You're so tired of people confusing you with her. Why can't they see the difference? Why can't they stop projecting what they think of Zara onto you?

"I'm not Zara." Your voice sounds more curt than you intended. You try to stay calm, but frustration seeps through your words.

The guy furrows his brow, but doesn't back down. His gaze locks with yours, challenging, evaluating you as if you were part of some game you don't want to play.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ignoring your response, as if he’s sure you're lying.

"Sorry?" Your tone is now one of incredulity. Who does he think he is to ask you so many questions?

"Spying on the competition?" Sarcasm drips from his tone, and for some reason, it annoys you deeply. This guy, although he seems so sure of himself, doesn't intimidate you. Instead, he provokes you.

"I’ll tell you one more time. I'm not Zara." Your tone is firm now, a little louder, challenging him.

He examines you, his eyes scanning your face as if looking for any difference, any detail that would confirm what you've just said. Finally, he seems to believe it, but the distrust still hangs in the air.

"Then, who are you?" He asks, his tone more neutral but still suspicious.

"I'm her sister." You cross your arms, irritated by his attitude—. And honestly, I don’t have time for your conspiracy theories.

The guy pauses for a moment, as if trying to process what you’ve just said. There's something in his gaze, a kind of doubt, as if he didn’t expect someone like you, so different from Zara, to exist.

"Sister..." He repeats, as if trying to grasp it. His eyes soften slightly, but he still maintains that defiant stance. He doesn’t know how to place this, but there’s something in him that you can’t ignore.

"Yeah, sister." Your tone is brief, but the irritation still lingers inside you.

Something in his expression shifts, as if he’s seeing something new in you. Maybe now he doesn’t just see you as Zara's simple accessory, although you still feel that way.

"Kwon Jae-Sung, Cobra Kai." He extends a hand, but you make no effort to shake it. It’s a hollow gesture, something mechanical, and you know it.

"I know who you are." Your words are cold, but you can't deny there's something about him that intrigues you. There’s something in his presence that challenges, that challenges the calm you've been trying to build.

"And you?" He asks, lowering his hand with a slight mocking smile. His tone suggests he doesn’t think you deserve such indifference. "What's the name of Zara's shadow?"

"That’s none of your business." You respond harshly. Somehow, the way he insinuates you're just a shadow bothers you more than you should let it.

The silence that follows is charged with tension. It's like you both know the words you've exchanged are just the beginning. Something else is coming, and neither of you planned it.

He takes a step toward you, closing the distance between you. You don’t move. You don’t want to show weakness, but you can’t ignore the intensity of his gaze, the way he seems to read you faster than you can process. There’s something in the way he looks at you that you can’t turn away from, something that makes you feel uncomfortable, vulnerable.

"You’re different" He murmurs, his eyes fixed on yours. His voice is softer now, almost as if he’s trying to figure out something he can’t quite understand.

"Is that a compliment?" Your tone is ironic, challenging, but you know you can’t hide the curiosity inside you. What does he see in you?

"I still don’t know." His response is direct, and that uncertainty feels like a provocation. But it’s true. He doesn’t know what to do with you. You don’t fit into his world of simple judgments, and that confuses him.

The air between you grows heavier, denser. There’s something in his closeness that makes your pulse race. You feel the pressure of his presence, that energy in the space between the two of you that seems to force you to react one way or another. You know you should step back, that you should escape this awkward moment, but there’s something in his gaze, in the way he studies you, that you can’t ignore.

"Are you always this annoying?" You ask, irritation marking your words.

"Are you always this stubborn?" His smile widens, as if this exchange of words is a game where he challenges you to prove you have more than just a facade of indifference.

The tension snaps like a spark in a loose wire. You both stay firm, but somewhere between you, something changes. You don’t know why you do it, you don’t know how it happens, but before you can think about it, he leans in toward you, and his lips meet yours in a kiss full of a mix of frustration, curiosity, and something else neither of you wants to admit.

The contact is brutal, urgent. It’s not soft or tender, but fierce, as if he’s searching for something in you, something he can’t find in words. It’s the kind of kiss that makes the world around you disappear, that wraps you in a whirlwind of sensations you didn’t expect.

For a moment, the noise from the tournament, the noise from the city, even the echoes of the fighters' shouts, disappear. It's just the two of you, caught in a moment neither of you expected.

When you pull apart, both of you are breathing heavily. The tension still lingers in the air, as if something has changed between you, but neither of you knows what.

"That shouldn’t have happened," You murmur, though you don’t sound convincing even to yourself. Why do you feel this way? Why is there a part of you that wants it to happen again?

"But it did." His response is simple, direct. There’s no apology, no regret. Just the truth: it happened, and there’s no going back.

The atmosphere between you is electric, like every word, every move could take you further than this point. What just happened isn’t just a mistake; it’s a moment full of something more. Desire, frustration, something neither of you fully understands.

"This doesn’t change anything." You try to sound firm, but your voice trembles slightly. The control you’ve been trying to maintain is crumbling. This encounter, this kiss, changes everything.

"Of course not." His smirk returns, as if he enjoys seeing you struggle to hold onto control. He knows it. He knows something has shifted, even if you won’t admit it.

Without saying another word, you turn and walk away, your heart pounding in your chest. You know this encounter will change everything, but you're not ready to face it just yet.

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

part I — part II

summary | after Axel stops Kwon from hurting you, all you need is him, all of him.

warnings | p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.6 k

"You know what, Axel?" You say with a somewhat mischievous smile, taking a step towards him. "I think the only thing I need now... It's a kiss.

The air seems to stop for a second. Axel blinks, surprising at first, but his expression changes rapidly, though he can't hide the flash of surprise that flashes across his eyes.

"What?" His voice is almost a whisper, and for a moment it seems that he is looking for some sign of a joke.

But you don't back down. You get even closer to him, without looking away.

"You heard that right". Your voice is confident, although the tension in the air increases. "A kiss. That's all I need."

Axel keeps looking at you, studying your words, as if he's evaluating every intention behind them. A slight sigh escapes him before he takes a step towards you.

Then, with a speed you didn't expect, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you toward him. Your heartbeat resonates loudly in your chest, and in the blink of an eye, his lips are above yours, warm and urgent.

The first sensation is a crash. The intensity of his kiss brings you down, but you don't care. His embrace fits around you, his hands steady behind your back, as if he's telling you that you don't have to worry about anything else. At that moment, the whole world seems to vanish. There is only him and you, and the silent promise of something that needs no words to be understood.

The kiss lasts only an instant, but when it separates, the feeling of calm and satisfaction runs through your entire body.

Axel looks at you with an expression you don't know how to interpret, but the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know.

"Is that what you wanted?" He asks, his voice somewhat hoarse, as if he too were processing what just happened.

"Yes, exactly" . You laugh softly, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement.

The air between you and Axel seems charged with electricity, the kiss you just shared still vibrating in the space around them. You realize that what just happened has changed something between the two of you, as if the moment of tension, the fight, the danger, everything had vanished with that single act of closeness.

But as the calm settles, there is something inside of you that lights up again. The rubbing of his hands on your back, the firm grip of his body against yours, awakens a feeling of excitement that you had not anticipated. There is something about how it holds you up, with so much strength and determination, that makes you feel, in some way, more alive than ever.

You look into their eyes, and though concern still shines in them, there is a different spark. A flash that makes you wonder if he feels the same way. If, like you, he is feeling the electricity between them, that little power play that has been ignited by their simple contact.

Axel watches you, evaluating you, but not in the cold and distant manner that he usually does. This time, it seems like he really sees you. As if he was reading every move you make, every change in your breath, as if he was looking for something in you that he might not understand himself.

You, on the other hand, keep looking at it, feeling that warmth in your chest, a heat that spreads through your body as you come closer to him, without turning away your eyes. You don’t know if it’s because you want to keep getting closer, or if it’s just the desire not to let that moment end.

"What else do you need?" asks Axel, his voice a little more low, as if the situation had affected him too, although his expression remains tense.

"Only to you" whispers without thinking, letting those words flow, even though the rubbing of your body against his makes you feel even more vulnerable.

There is a pause, a stillness between the two, where the world seems to have stopped once more. But this time, it is as if they are on the same page, the same game of intentions not said but understood, as if everything that had happened before no longer matters.

You approach him again, this time more boldly, and take the initiative. Your breath is soft, but your heart beats fast.

"You know what I want now?" Whispers, almost like a challenge, and his eyes darken a little more.

Axel does not respond immediately. He looks at you, evaluating, but you cannot ignore the luster of desire that begins to shine in his gaze, as if his own desires are greater than any resistance he may have.

With a low sigh he comes nearer, bringing his face closer to yours. You feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, that closeness that makes you feel so vulnerable, but at the same time so alive. He takes you by the waist, firm but soft, as if he has control of everything, but also of you.

"Are you sure?" his voice, deep and charged with a repressed desire, makes you shudder. It’s a whisper, but you feel it all over your body.

Your response is a simple rubbing of your lips against his, a small but promising gesture. You need not say anything else. He understands. Axel does not wait any longer and, without warning, he quickly lowers his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock comes in contact with you, his red and swollen tip desperate to free himself. He lowered your gi by shaking the panties you were wearing on the side, his tip pressed against your wet entrance while his hand grabbed your ass. He takes you completely in his arms, lifting you up with an ease that surprises you. The same gesture that made you feel safe before is now becoming something else. It is as if you were floating, as if he was your whole world, and everything around you ceased to exist.

The rubbing of his body against yours, the heat that emanates from it, you feel it in every pore of your skin. All that you have repressed, all the desire you have kept for yourself, is released in that instant. You want more. And you want it from him.

"God, you’re already so wet" he said in a mocking tone "What was it that hit you so much?"

A sigh came out of your lips as your cheeks became even redder than they already were. You didn’t want to admit that the mere fact of being lifted up as if nothing weighed down made you humectate in that way.

He squeezed a hand around the length directing his tip to push into your hot hole.

Axel entered your insides slowly, making you feel every inch of its length stretching, you could not help but moan at the sensation while Axel did the same, loving the way you felt around him.

"Just made for me, mhm? you feel so good" he praised you, with eyes closed, fully enjoying the feeling of being inside you, slowly coming out and then pushing back into you.

His attacks were deep but slow, hitting the right place and making you bite your lip. "Let me take care of you, princess". He whispered in your ear, but you were not listening at all, your mind was clouded.

"Mhm faster" you said feeling his cock throbbing inside of you and despite the state in which you were you felt needed more, "I got you" Axel pleased you, his rush faster as the room filled with the sound of his body crashing into yours, His cock came out and quickly entered your wet pussy.

You let out a loud moan when the You let out a loud moan when the hand of Axel moved towards your clitoris, his fingers applied the appropriate pressure moving quickly on the set of nerves making your body tremble, Your hand was pressed against his back.

"Fuck" your voice drowned out among the various moans as Axel squeezed your chest, you moved your arm back around his neck, pushing it even closer to you than it already was. You turned your face towards him to feel his lips, the kiss was messy and careless, interrupted by your continuous groans. "That’s right, princess, you squeeze me so hard I can barely move here" his dirty words only pushed you even further to the edge, arching your back to meet the speed of their onslaught.

"Are you there, princess? Give it to me" she incited you, leaving wet kisses on your jaw that went down to the neck. I could feel your body shaking and your pussy clenching around it, that you were about to reach your climax. "I’m so close" she sighed feeling a weight forming in the lower part of her stomach, her ever faster thrusts helping you reach your orgasm.

"Come on" his words did nothing but push you even further to climax and with a loud moan you let yourself go, your hand clenched around his arm as you released on Axel’s cock.

"I’m going to cum in this pussy, I’ll fill you up so well" you complained at his words, his cock still hard abused your overstimulated pussy, you could feel every vein of its length pumping inside you and you almost reached your second orgasm.

"I need you" you said desperately, your voice low and tired.

After a few more shovels, he pulled away from you, giving another low grunt at the loss of your pussy holding it so tight. As he put his cock back into his boxers. You imitated his gesture, put your suit on.

"You did very well princess" she whispered leaving a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

You kissed him once more making sure he felt how grateful you were, not only for the good sex they had just had, but also for saving you.

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 | axel kovacevic × fem!reader

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | Axel greets reader with a somewhat unexpected but provocative christmas gift

warnings | explicit content, vulgar language, unprotected sex, power dynamics

word count | 1.8 k

You and Axel were alone at your parents' house, who had gone out to visit friends, letting them enjoy the tranquility of home without interruptions.

The day had been long and full of celebrations with family and friends, but now it was his time, away from the crowds. There was something in the air that made everything seem even more special. Axel, with his calm and slightly distant attitude, was lying on the couch, watching the fire sizzling in the fireplace while you sat down next to him.

"Are you comfortable?" You asked, taking a glass of wine and offering it to Axel, who smiled slightly before taking it.

"Yes, very comfortable". he replied, without taking his eyes off the fire. However, there was something in his tone that made you feel that there was something else on his mind.

You looked at him curiously. You knew that Axel was not a big show of his feelings, but that night there seemed to be something different in his attitude. A little more thoughtful, a little more serious. Finally, after a moment of silence, Axel straightened up, looking at you with a slight smile on his lips.

"I have something for you" said Axel with a slight smile on his lips, but something in his voice made you feel that there was something else behind those words.

"Really?" You asked, surprised, since I did not expect a gift from him that night. But if there was one thing you knew well, it was that Axel always had a peculiar way of surprising you.

Axel got up from the couch and walked to his backpack, which he had left on a nearby chair. You could see him take something from his inner self, moving in a somewhat tense attitude, as if he was waiting for a reaction from you. The silence between you was dense, and you, intrigued, watched as he approached again with a small box wrapped in bright red paper, with a golden ribbon on top.

When Axel handed you the box, the air seemed to become heavier, charged with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. You knew something special was about to happen, something only he could do that way.

"It’s something I thought you would like..." said Axel with a slight grin, as if he was nervous, but at the same time, determined.

You took the box from his hands, weighing it for a moment before opening it. The red paper fell gently to the ground, and when you opened the box, you found something you didn’t expect at all. Inside, carefully folded, there was red Santa Claus-style lingerie, with Christmas plush details that made it playful, flirtatious and, at the same time, daring. The set was composed of a corset that highlighted the curves and a short skirt that perfectly matched the white plush at the edges. The little details of the snowflakes and the soft but shiny fabric made you feel a mixture of surprise and something more... something hot that started beating in your chest.

Your breath stopped for a moment, not knowing exactly how to react. Axel, standing in front of you, looked at you with an expression of absolute seriousness, but with a glimmer in his eyes that left no room for doubt: he expected more than just a reaction. Wanted to see how you felt about her gift. I wanted to know if you would use it.

"Axel..." Your voice trembled slightly, surprised by the audacity of the gift. You didn’t know whether to laugh or stay silent, but Axel’s look left no room for doubt. He expected you to use it, and for some reason, that simple fact made you feel more connected to him than you ever imagined.

Axel stepped closer to you, his expression somewhat anxious. Although he had never been the type of guy who showed much vulnerability, this time he was not playing mysterious. It was clear that he had put a lot of himself into this gift.

"I know it’s a bit... bold, but... I thought you’d like it". He said, in a slightly lower voice, as if he was asking for your approval, even if he did not express it directly.

You looked at him, feeling a mixture of emotions. You could see that Axel was a little nervous, almost as if he was waiting for you to reject him. But what surprised you most was his vulnerability, the one he so rarely showed.

"It’s... very original". You said, your words coming out with a shy smile, trying to find the right words. - You never gave me anything like this.

Axel smiled slightly, and that gesture was enough to make you feel more confident than you thought. Although the gift was bold, there was something in the way I had chosen it that showed how much I knew you. He knew you’d be surprised, and I knew that, although it was a risky gift, something about him wanted to make you feel special in a very personal way.

"I want you to use it". Axel whispered, coming a little closer. His face was now so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath, each word laden with desire. "I want to see you with it, I want you to wear it for me" .

The desire in his voice made you shudder, and for a moment, all else disappeared. It was just you and him, and all I could hear was your heartbeat. The intensity of her gaze made you feel incredibly sexy and vulnerable at the same time.

You took a deep breath, the nervousness invading your chest, but you knew this was something you wanted to do. This was part of their relationship, a step closer to a deeper, more intimate connection. Axel had never been one to ask for much, but this time, something in his eyes told you that this was what he wanted, what he needed.

"Okay" You whispered, looking down before getting up slowly. "I’m going to the bathroom".

Axel watched you walk away, his eyes fixed on you, and when you came back, the change in mood was palpable. The red outfit was amazing, highlighting your curves and contrast with the white skin of the plush details. The glitter of the corset, the deep red of the fabric and the little touch of Christmas made you feel sexier than ever.

Axel couldn’t help but lose his breath when he saw you. He slowly rose from the couch, his expression now completely fixed on you. He walked toward you with determined steps, and before you could say anything, his hands wrapped around your waist, drawing you to him with gentle but sure force.

"You look... amazing". He said in a grating voice, barely able to articulate words. And before you could answer, her lips met yours in a slow kiss. The kiss began soft, as if both were rediscovering each other, but quickly intensified. Axel kissed you with a passion that made you feel more desired than you ever imagined.

"Axel" Your voice was just a whisper, tense and desperate. Your hands grabbed its dark locks, entangling you even more with it.

"Since I bought it I had not stopped imagining you in the" said between desperate kisses" You look much better than I imagined"

"So you’ve been dreaming about this?" You looked at him funny thinking maybe he was masturbating to the image of you wearing the outfit he bought. 

He took you back in his arms, kissing you with despair, holding you to his back as he grabbed your legs and lifted you up, feeling how hard it was already. In his arms I take you to your room leaving you in bed to undress. You helped him desperately to feel it again.

You took his neck and pulled it towards you, dropping yourself on the bed with him on top, feeling his erection again, you tried to lower the bottom of the outfit you were wearing but his hands stopped you.

"Don’t take it off" you nodded, kissed him again, speeding things up you moved one of your hands away from the lingerie helping him to take his member and shove it inside you while your other hand slightly pulled the cloth away from your entrance.

"Do you feel how hard you make me?" His words did not serve to soothe the aching pain between your legs. You needed it, all of it.

"Please" . You try to raise your hips in a pathetic attempt to get more of it. And he knew exactly what you were trying to do, able to keep your hips taped to the mattress.

"Just relax" A moan escaped from your lips as you felt his penis sink deeper into you. It felt so good and yet it wasn’t enough.

Axel kissed you on the collarbone. "I know, you do it very well for me. You’re taking me very well".

The groans became more desperate when he hit bottom. You arched your back in pleasure and threw your head back as you enjoyed the fullness that you now felt.

"You feel so fucking good" Axel moans on your skin, feeling practically drunk by your scent.

"Shit..." Your head is too busy spinning about how divine it feels when you cock at that point.

All you could do was hold on to it while your body was immersed in total pleasure. It felt amazing to be filled with him once more, to be consumed by him alone. Its scent filled your nostrils, your fingers could feel every scar and mark on his body.

The heat flooded your body with his words. You could feel his eyes on you, watching how your breasts bounced with each attack.

"Fuck" Axel’s voice flinched when your tight walls squeezed his cock.

"A- axel" you could hardly pronounce his name. All you could focus on was how his dick perfectly found the spot that made you start seeing stars.

You groaned and a hand went through your breasts as far as where your body and Axel’s were connected.

He took your hand away from your body and replaced it with his own. Her fingers, much thicker than yours, found your clitoris and rubbed tight circles around your sensitive spot.

"¡Shit!" you yelled and your orgasm hit you. Axel did not stop to snatch you intensely and continued with his attentions to help you overcome your orgasm and reach his.

You felt that you were falling when you reached your orgasm, a burning pleasure ran through your body. You closed your eyes and saw stars.

"Come here" he took you in his arms, hugging you and kissing you on the forehead when you both broke up.

His arms wrapped around your waist, helping you sit as he pulled you to his lap.

"Are you okay?" he asked. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath.

"Yes" His fingers snapped under your chin, allowing him to tilt your head up. His lips met yours, pressing gently against yours. Her kisses were warm and comforting, always making you feel safe and loved. This particular one was soft, a marked contrast to the one moments before.

"Loved the gift" you smiled while settling your suit now soaked in both of our fluids.

[summervb]

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 | kwon jae-sung × reader!fem

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | fall behind in a snowstorm and try to stay warm

warnings | masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex

word count | 1.8 k

The wind blows so hard that you can barely stand. The branches of the trees creak around you as the snow falls. The dojo group had started the hike early that morning, but now it's just you and Kwon, separated from the rest and caught in an unexpected storm.

"This is useless" says Kwon, barely audible over the roar of the wind "We need to take shelter"

You want to argue, say that you can keep going, but you know he's right. Your legs tremble with fatigue, and the cold begins to numb your fingers. You follow Kwon as he moves forward with determination, his steps leaving a faint trail in the snow that quickly disappears.

Finally, he finds a small cabin. It is narrow, but enough to keep them safe from the icy wind.

"Inside" Kwon gently pushes you inside, shaking the snow off his shoulders before following you.

The cabin is dark and looks abandoned. Kwon leaves his backpack on the floor and starts looking for something in it.

"Are you okay?" he asks without looking at you.

"I'm fine... just a little frozen"

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, slightly furrowing his brow. Without saying a word, he takes out a thick blanket and hands it to you.

"Put this on" .

"And you? I don't want you to freeze because of me" .

"Nothing will happen to me" His tone is firm, almost authoritative, and you know there's no point in arguing.

You wrap yourself in the blanket, grateful for the warmth. Meanwhile, Kwon uses a lighter to try to start the small campfire. The flickering light illuminates his face, making his features look even more intense.

"I didn't expect the storm to arrive so quickly," he says, breaking the silence.

"Me neither" Your voice sounds calmer now that you're warming up.

For a moment, neither of them speaks. Only the sound of the fire filling the space. You dare to look at him, noticing the way his shoulders tense under his shirt, the way his jaw tightens slightly.

"You are surprisingly prepared for these things". Your comment is an attempt to lighten the mood.

He turns his head towards you, his lips curving into a slight smile.

"Preparation is key".

"Always so serious?".

"Always so curious?" he replies, but there's a glimmer of humor in his eyes.

You can't help but laugh softly, but the sound seems too loud in the small space.

"I guess it's my way of not thinking about the fact that we almost froze."

Kwon nods, moving a little closer to the fire. Then, his eyes meet yours.

"You did well out there. Not many would have held out for so long" .

"Is that a compliment?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a fact" His tone is direct, but his words carry a weight you didn't expect.

The intensity in his gaze makes you look away, even though the heat in your cheeks has nothing to do with the fire.

"Why did you start at the dojo?" he suddenly asks.

"What?"

"It's a simple question. I've always been curious".

You hesitate, surprised that he is starting a personal conversation.

"I wanted something that would help me focus. To feel stronger".

Kwon nods, as if he were evaluating your response.

"You're doing it".

His words catch you off guard. You look at him, searching for any trace of mockery, but you only find sincerity.

"Thank you... that means a lot, coming from you" .

The silence returns, but this time it's different. There is something charged in the air, something that makes each breath feel heavier. Kwon moves, getting a little closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Come here" His voice is soft, but authoritative.

You approach, not exactly knowing what to expect. He places a warm hand on your cheek, his calloused fingers brushing your skin with a gentleness you didn't expect from someone like him.

"You are stronger than you think" he whispers before leaning towards you.

The first contact of his lips is gentle, as if giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. But you don't. Instead, your hands find his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss intensifies, and soon there is no space between you.

Kwon lifts you slightly, placing you on his lap while his hands roam your back, firm but gentle. The warmth between you contrasts with the cold outside, and everything else disappears.

"Are you sure?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse and laden with desire.

"Yes". Your answer is firm, without a doubt.

Kwon lifts you slightly, placing you on his lap while his hands roam your back, firm but gentle. You slide your hands from his shoulders to his chest, pressing your body against his.

"Mmm..." he says, pulling away slightly to kiss you on the cheek, then on the temple, caressing your neck with his lips. His fingers caress the inside of your thighs.

You can feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his hips, his erect sex between your thighs, desperately seeking you, while his mouth covers yours and his tongue enters and exits. The kiss is intense, it takes you to a state of euphoria. His tongue mingles with yours.

"Do you want me to undress you?" he asks, barely able to breathe, as he pulls his lips away from yours.

"Yes, please" You sit up a bit to take off the sweatshirt and the sweater underneath. Your gaze stops at his torso. He was perfect in every way. You lower your gaze to the bulge in his pants and lean in to kiss it through the fabric, before unbuttoning his pants. His hands rest behind your neck, pulling you closer to his groin.

The tip of his member peeks above his boxers, glistening with the moisture that oozes out. You bring your fingers to it and wrap them around, feeling the heat and hardness and caressing it.

A sigh of pleasure escapes his lips and his fingers grip your hair as he gazes at you intently, his eyes shining with passion.

"It's big" you whisper. You make it slide up and down, feeling its weight and hardness. It's incredibly thick, but you've wanted to have it inside for so long...

"Go on, go on," he says, with a voice broken by excitement, trying to maintain control of himself.

You let go of him for a moment and take off your sweatshirt and blouse, leaving your breasts exposed to his eyes. He kisses them gently, one by one, and then covers you with his mouth.

He sucks one of your nipples between his lips, licking it and gently nibbling it. Then he switches to the other breast and repeats the same. You have the feeling that you're going to faint. You're coming just from imagining his sex inside you.

"I have to take this off" you murmur. "I can't take it anymore!"

You nod and take off your pants and panties. He tosses them behind you, and you sit back down on him, bringing your breasts to his lips and cuddling into his arms. His sex seeks you once more, and you can feel it pressing against you.

"Be careful," he says, with a whisper in your ear.

" I'll do it". You can feel yourself getting wet, ready for him. His fingers trace your thighs from behind and encircle them, opening your legs just enough to let his sex pass through. And you feel it caressing your vaginal lips, pressing against you, exploring you. The tip of his member enters you a little, stretching you slightly, dilating you, and the pain is slightly painful. You can barely contain the scream of pleasure that wants to escape your lips.

"You're so tight..."

You sigh and nod your head, making him go a little deeper inside you. His eyes have turned dark, his eyelids half-closed.

"I'm fine". he moves another couple of inches into you and his hips tense, but his fingers grip your thighs.

"Shit". Takes a breath with his mouth open.

"You are so great..." And you slip a little closer to him. "I don't know if I can hold back much longer".

"I'll make you feel very good, I promise." He says, his voice choked with desire.

You nod and take it a little deeper inside you. It almost reaches your limit, but it's right there, without pressing too hard. In your mind, you can imagine him inside you, filling you up, moving within you, and you get even more aroused.

"I can help you," he says. "I can move." He has a face contorted with passion, but you don't move an inch.

"Ok..." Her hips move up and down inside you, slowly at first, but increasingly faster, with more force, and your body moves back to give her space.

His hands travel down your back from behind and wrap around your hips, holding you against him. His fingers sink into your hips as his hips rise and fall, and his member enters and exits you, caressing you everywhere, making you feel whole, fulfilled.

The rhythm increases, becoming stronger and more intense, and you can feel how each of its muscles tenses and relaxes as it fills you. And you feel so good... So fulfilled, so complete.

"Oh! Kwon!" you exclaim, with a cry of passion.

But his penis is not enough for you. You need to feel his fingers on you. You slide back a little and feel empty, and you have to take a breath to move forward.

He penetrates you again and again, and you can't wait any longer. You lower your hands and wrap them around him, feeling his fingers caress your thighs as he enters and exits you over and over again. And when he stretches and fills you, you touch his fingers with yours, caressing his fingers.

His fingers wrap around yours and squeeze them a little, and suddenly you feel wet again, ready for him. You want him again.

He reenters you, and the pain makes you hold your breath. He enters you faster, harder, moving up and down between your thighs, and his fingers caress your vaginal lips.

"Damn it ..." he murmurs, his voice muffled

"Mmm..." You feel very good, relaxed, satisfied, ready for anything they want to do to you, anything they desire from you "Go on, please" you murmur.

He continues inside you, moving up and down over him. And you can feel the muscles in his back tense under your fingers every time he enters you.

His sex fills you completely, and each of his penetrations makes you feel a little more whole. Each of his penetrations is a promise of future pleasure, and you can imagine both of you ejaculating together.

And suddenly, an intense pleasure invades your entire body. Your back arches backward, your lips part in surprise, and pleasure envelops you completely. It's like a wave of heat, and you feel good, very good. You stop breathing for a moment, barely able to move. Your vagina tightens slightly around his member, and you can hear his ragged breathing against your ear.

" I love it..." he murmurs "I love being inside you" .

"Kwon!" you shout "Kwon, I love it!"

"I know, baby," he murmurs. His lips cover yours for a moment, softly, while his sex throbs inside you "I know" .

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | reader and Axel decorate his house for Christmas, sharing laughter, intimate moments, and a kiss under the glow of the lights, deepening your bond

warnings | romantic tension, mild physical affection (kissing).

word count | 0.8 k

The cold air greets you as you approach Axel's house. Snow blankets the yard, forming a white mantle that looks straight out of a Christmas postcard. The glow of the lights adorning the windows and the soft crackling of the fireplace, visible from outside, make you feel like you're stepping into a storybook.

As you step inside, a wave of warmth envelops you. The scent of fresh pine and something sweet you can’t quite place fills the air. There he is, sitting on the living room sofa with a large box of Christmas decorations by his side. He’s wearing a burgundy sweater that suits him perfectly, and his blue eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches you enter.

���Ready to make this place the most Christmassy in the world?” he asks with a mischievous smile, standing to greet you.

You smile and shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, though excitement bubbles in your chest.

“I’ll try, but no promises for miracles.”

Axel laughs, a warm and genuine sound that always makes you feel lighter, as if everything else fades away. He grabs a box and places it on the table. Inside are decorations of all kinds: glass baubles, golden ribbons, little snowmen, and a tangle of lights that seems hopelessly knotted.

“First, the tree,” he says, nodding toward the massive pine in the corner of the living room. It’s tall, lush, and perfect, as if chosen with special care.

“It’s beautiful,” you reply, stepping closer to touch one of the branches. The fresh pine aroma surrounds you, filling you with nostalgia for Christmases past.

The two of you begin working on the tree, starting with the lights. Axel insists that you hold the lights while he wraps them around the branches. Occasionally, his hands brush against yours, and while you try to play it cool, every touch sends a small spark through you.

“How’s it look?” Axel asks when he finishes the last loop of lights.

You tilt your head, pretending to evaluate his work.

“Could be better.”

He feigns offense, placing a hand on his chest.

“Are you saying I’m not a master decorator?”

“I’m saying you need my help to make it perfect.” You grin and hand him a red glass ornament.

Laughter fills the room as you both decorate the tree. Each ornament seems to have its own story. There’s one Axel says he’s had since he was a kid—a small reindeer with a broken ear. He carefully places it on one of the lower branches.

Finally, only one decoration remains: a golden star. Axel holds it in his hands and looks at you with a smile.

“I think you should put it on top.”

“Me? Why?” you ask, though deep down, you already know the answer.

“Because if anyone can make this tree perfect, it’s you.” His tone is sincere, and his words fill you with a warmth that has nothing to do with the fireplace.

Climbing the ladder carefully, you feel his gaze fixed on you. You place the star at the top and pause for a moment to admire the result. It’s perfect.

“Done,” you say as you step down.

When your feet touch the ground, you find Axel standing closer than expected. His gaze is intense yet soft, making you feel both vulnerable and safe.

“It’s perfect,” he says softly, as if talking about more than just the tree.

You can’t help but blush, but you don’t look away.

“I think it was a team effort.”

Axel smiles, and before you can process it, he steps even closer.

“I don’t know if it’s the Christmas spirit or if I just can’t help myself, but…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s soft, warm, and filled with the same magic that seems to surround the entire house. It’s a kiss that makes you forget everything else, making time seem to stand still.

When you pull apart, just a few inches, you realize you’re smiling.

“I think it’s definitely a team effort,” you murmur.

Axel chuckles, resting his forehead against yours.

“The best team.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent decorating the house. The laughter, small touches, and stolen kisses make everything feel even more special. When you’re finally done, you sit with him on the sofa, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the tree and the warmth of the fireplace.

Outside, the snow falls heavier, covering everything in a white blanket. Inside, the air is filled with a calm that feels almost unreal. Axel wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You turn to him, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, knowing this moment is all you’ll ever need.

[summervb]

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 | sensei wolf × reader!fem

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | a nonsense christmas at the dojo

warnings | age difference, smut, p in v, protected sex, santa kink

word count | 1.9

You decided to stay and train that night, avoiding the crowds and the noisy celebrations. You preferred the calm of the place that feels like your second home since you started karate.

You are adjusting the lights on the small Christmas tree when you hear it: firm and steady footsteps in the hallway. You lift your gaze and there he is, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that serious and enigmatic expression that always manages to unsettle you. His presence fills the room with a palpable weight, as if all the air were condensing around him.

"I didn't expect to see you here, sensei," you say, smiling with a mix of surprise.

He gives you an intense look, the kind that always seems to penetrate your defenses.

"And I didn't expect to find someone decorating the dojo as if it were their living room" he replies, his tone serious but with a playful touch that surprises you.

You feel your heart racing, even though you force yourself to stay calm. You let the lights fall to the ground and take a step towards him, crossing your arms.

"And you? What are you doing here on Christmas Eve? Don't you have something better to do?"

Wolf raises an eyebrow, his expression unchanging but his eyes shining with a spark you hadn't noticed before.

"I'm not a fan of parties" he admits, walking slowly towards you. "But it seems like you don't either"

"Christmas can be interesting if you know how to celebrate it" you say, tilting your head. "Maybe we should try it together".

Your words are more of a challenge than an invitation, but he doesn't back down. On the contrary, he takes another step, getting close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body.

"And what do you propose?" he asks, his voice low and laden with intent.

"Let me warm up a bit…" you reply, your lips curling into a playful smile. "You've been in the snow, haven't you? My tongue goes numb, it sounds like... "Ho, ho, ho"

Wolf remains silent for a moment, his eyes scanning you intensely. You can't help but feel trapped under his gaze, but you don't back down. You know you're playing with fire, but you don't care.

Suddenly, he takes a step closer and closes the distance between you. His hands rest on your waist, firm but gentle, and his face leans towards yours.

"You are my wish list" you murmur, barely aware of your own words.

Before you can say anything else, his lips meet yours. It's an intense kiss, full of a contained passion that finally breaks free. His hands pull you closer to him, and you cling to his shoulders, feeling how your body instinctively responds to his.

The outside world disappears. All that matters is this moment, the warmth of his body against yours, the way his lips move with a mix of urgency and softness. When they finally pull apart, both are breathing heavily, but neither of them steps away.

"And now?" he asks, his voice deeper than usual, his eyes fixed on yours.

Your gaze lights up with a mischievous spark, and a playful smile forms on your lips.

"Now we play Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus. You will be Santa Claus, and I will be the lady who gets you into trouble" you say, dragging the words with intention.

Wolf lets out a low laugh, moving closer as his hands caress your waist.

"And what does this game involve?" he asks, his tone full of amusement.

"That this time, Santa gets stuck in the chimney," you murmur, gently pulling his uniform towards you.

Without saying another word, he picks you up, carrying you to the tatami next to the Christmas tree. The light from the decorations flickers, illuminating the heat that ignites between you. Wolf lays you down gently, but there is a firm intention in his movements, as if he wants to show you that he can play your game too.

His lips travel down your neck while his hands explore every corner of your body, unleashing a mix of laughter, sighs, and whispers that echo in the empty dojo. Each caress is a provocation, each kiss a fulfilled promise. You don't fall behind, challenging him to keep up, to accept that tonight the rules have been completely broken.

When they finally stop, they are both lying on the tatami, the Christmas tree casting colorful reflections on their intertwined bodies. Wolf looks at you with a satisfied smile, his hair disheveled and his breath heavy.

"I think this is the first time I will enjoy Christmas," he murmurs, his tone laden with sincerity.

You laugh softly, resting your head on his chest while playing with a strand of his hair.

"I told you we could make it interesting," you reply. Then, looking at him mischievously, you add: "But there's still a lot to decorate, Santa."

Wolf lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to kiss you again.

The snow continues to fall outside, covering everything in a mantle of silence, but in the dojo, everything is sound and heat. His tongue plays with yours, and his hands seek your skin with unbridled desire.

You welcome him willingly, allowing his caresses from your neck to your thighs.

"You are very soft" he murmurs, his hand sliding down your leg. "I want to taste every corner of you."

You laugh again, smiling against his lips.

"And I want to feel your kisses everywhere" you respond.

His breathing changes rhythm, and you can feel his body tense around yours. Then, without saying another word, he rolls you towards him so that you end up face down on the tatami. His hands roam over your back, sliding your clothes down as he kisses every part of your exposed skin.

"I want to see you completely," he murmurs when you have finally taken off your clothes.

His eyes roam every corner of you, his face shining with admiration. You feel a little uncomfortable, but his words make you feel safe.

"So... don't keep me waiting" you say, and he doesn't hesitate to obey.

His kisses travel up your thighs, slowly approaching your buttocks. His tongue licks the inside of your thigh before giving a small bite that makes you moan. His hand travels up your back and glides through your hair, taking a strand to pull your face closer to his.

"I want to see you while I kiss you," he murmurs against your lips. "And I want you to keep playing with me".

You smile and approach him, your fingers playing with his uniform. His kisses become more intense, and his hands caress you while his tongue licks your sex. You are starting to feel overwhelmed by pleasure, your moans echoing in the room. But you can't stop moving, feeling how his tongue beats inside you with an increasingly stronger cadence.

Finally, when you think you're going to faint, he gives you a kiss before stepping back a bit and looking at you with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Santa?" you ask, playing with your lips. "Can't you continue?"

"I can, but I wanted to make sure you're ready," he murmurs. "I don't want to pressure you".

"I'm more than ready. Unless you want to stop here…"

Wolf makes a gesture of denial and kisses you softly on the lips.

"No, I won't stop" he murmurs.

Both stand on the tatami, and you can see how his uniform comes undone, his strong and muscular chest shining under the light. Their eyes lock onto yours, shining with a soft yet determined gleam.

"I think I've taught you a lot today," he says, smiling a little. "And now, I'm going to show you everything I can do".

His words are a challenge, but also a promise. You respond with a mischievous smile and move a little closer to him.

"Then do it" you murmur.

Wolf kisses you again, his mouth exploring yours while his hands caress your breasts and hips. He caresses you for a moment, his mouth and fingers working together to bring pleasure to a critical point. Then, when you think you can't take it anymore, he pushes you back onto the tatami, before grabbing a condom from his pants and putting it on. His eyes look at you with a silent question, but you only respond by moving your hips towards him.

He lets himself fall onto you, his erection brushing against your thighs before slowly penetrating you. You can feel yourself tense around him, but his rhythm is slow and gentle, as if he doesn't want to hurt you.

You can feel yourself responding to his caresses, your fingers gripping his shoulders as his mouth moves over yours. He kisses you with renewed passion, his erection moving inside you at an increasingly faster pace. You are losing track of time, you just know you need more, that you want to feel his kisses in every corner of you.

Wolf looks at you again with a silent question.

"Tell me what you need," he murmurs.

You sigh, your body moving towards him with an ever-increasing need.

His gaze remains fixed on yours as he enters you again, this time with nothing in between. You can feel his sex inside you, and you can notice how your vagina adjusts around him, accepting him more deeply.

"Oh, God..." you gasp.

He nods, his fingers caressing your face before kissing your lips again. His caresses are intense yet gentle, stroking your back and hips as he enters and exits you. You can feel that you can no longer continue like this for much longer, that the pleasure inside you is starting to become unbearable.

But you can't stop it. You want more, you want to keep feeling it, moving inside you, you want to feel his kisses on your skin. Everything about him is a temptation, a challenge, a test you cannot refuse.

The sex between you is a frantic dance, your bodies entwining around each other in an increasingly intense movement. You can feel your body tensing, your nipples hardening, your breath coming in gasps. You know you can't keep going like this for much longer, but you don't want to stop.

"Santa…" gasps "Please, more..."

Wolf looks at you and nods, his face shining with pleasure as he goes deeper and deeper into you. His fingers touch you in the places you know you like, his mouth exploring every corner of yours.

"I'm going to fuck you the way you want, like a good Santa" he murmurs "Tell me whatever you want, but don't stop".

You nod, moving towards him and gripping his shoulders. His kisses become a torrent of heat and passion, his body moving faster and stronger inside you. You can feel yourself approaching the limit, your breath becoming more and more ragged, your skin sweaty, your eyes shining with pleasure.

Finally, just when you think you can't take it anymore, your orgasm erupts, your vagina tightening around his erection. You gasp and scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as he keeps moving. Then, just as your gasps calm down a bit, he becomes more intense, his erection throbbing hard inside you until it finally overflows, his semen pouring out of him in a torrent.

Both of them stay on the tatami for a moment, panting and smiling at each other. Then, Wolf gently kisses you on the forehead.

"Merry Christmas" he murmurs in a serious but playful tone.

You smile a little, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest.

"Merry Christmas, Santa"

[summervb]

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | a secret santa gift reveal Axel's softer side, sparking a surprising connection and hinting at something deeper

warnings | romance, fluff, light romantic tension

word count | 1.6 k

The LaRusso house shone with Christmas lights and a cozy warmth that contrasted with the cold of the night. Laughter and conversations filled the living room, while the scent of freshly baked cookies floated through the air, mixing with the fragrance of the Christmas tree, decorated with golden and silver ornaments. Everything seemed perfect for the "Secret Santa" exchange organized by Samantha, who insisted that everyone participate, even those who didn’t seem very enthusiastic, like Axel.

The group consisted of the usual familiar faces: Samantha, Miguel, Robby, Hawk, Tory, Demetri, Eli, Chris, Nate, Bert, and Axel Kovacevic, who, to everyone’s surprise, decided to join the exchange. Despite being there, Axel kept to his corner, with his usual expression of indifference. Although he observed the others attentively, he didn’t get involved in the conversations. He simply crossed his arms, as he always did when he didn’t want to be part of what was happening around him.

The evening went on with laughter and jokes as gifts were handed out one by one. Some, like Miguel and Tory, seemed to enjoy the moment, while Robby, though smiling, couldn’t help but glance at Axel from time to time, wondering what he thought of it all.

"Are you sure Axel is enjoying the night?" Robby asked Samantha as he watched the dark-haired boy in his usual corner.

Samantha smiled, shrugging.

"I don’t know, but at least he’s participating. That’s something, right?" she replied optimistically.

When it was time to hand out gifts, everyone’s eyes turned to you. You stood up from your seat with some nervousness, holding the small package you had prepared for Axel. You had chosen a silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, simple but personal, something you felt could be meaningful for him. Although it was hard to decide what to give him, you thought something like this would be a gentle way to connect with his less visible side.

The group continued chatting while you approached Axel, who was standing by the window, looking outside, as if he wished he were somewhere else. When he noticed you approaching, he looked up and stood still, watching you in silence.

"Axel…" you said timidly, extending the package toward him.

Axel, with his usual indifferent tone, accepted the gift without saying a word. As he unwrapped it, the silence surrounding the moment became more evident. The room was so quiet you could hear the sound of wrapping paper being torn. When he saw the necklace, he didn’t say anything at first, but his expression softened for a second, something few people ever saw.

"Axel?" you asked, a bit surprised by his reaction. "Is it for me?"

Axel nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off the necklace. When he looked up at you, his tone was softer than you expected.

"I picked it out for you. It’s nothing special, but I thought it would look good on you," he said with a slight shrug, as if not used to these kinds of gestures.

A silence settled between you two, but your words came out almost naturally.

"It’s beautiful, Axel." You smiled genuinely, touching the necklace between your fingers. "Thank you, really."

Axel didn’t know how to react. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker, as if searching for something else to say, but he just nodded, not showing much more expression.

"You’re welcome," he murmured, looking away, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving.

The group, who had been watching quietly, began to murmur softly, trying to disguise their interest. Robby was the first to break the ice.

"Who picked it, Axel?" he asked with a teasing smile.

Axel shrugged and crossed his arms, looking at Robby without losing his composure.

"I did. Is there something weird about that?" he replied directly, but without his usual sharpness. It was more of a statement than a defense.

"Nothing weird, just asking," Robby shrugged and looked at the others. "Well, at least now we know Axel has a soft side, right?"

The group started laughing, but the tension that had once existed between Axel and the others had softened. Still, the look exchanged between you and Axel didn’t go unnoticed.

After the gift exchange, the group continued enjoying the evening. As they talked about Christmas movies and school anecdotes, you realized Axel was more present than usual. Although he didn’t say much, there was something different about his attitude: his eyes, which had once seemed indifferent, now met yours more often.

At one point, when the group began discussing what to do after the party, you approached Axel, unsure of what to say, but feeling you needed to thank him in a more personal way.

"Axel…" you said, looking at the necklace he was wearing around his neck. "I really liked it. It’s the kind of gift I didn’t expect, but… it’s perfect."

Axel turned to you with a slight surprise on his face, as if he weren’t used to hearing such comments. He took a step toward you, as if wanting to make sure your words were sincere.

"I’m glad you like it." His voice was softer, more human, something you rarely heard from him. "I’m not good at this gift thing, but I thought it would look good on you. Something simple, but meaningful, you know?"

Axel’s tone was different from usual, and that made you feel a strange warmth in your chest. Something in his gaze and the way he spoke made you think that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than he let on.

"Thanks again." You smiled, feeling the nervousness from earlier dissipate. When you looked at him, you could see that he seemed a little more relaxed too.

Axel looked away, but before he fully turned, he looked at you with a small smile on his lips.

"See you, yeah?" he said, his tone softer than usual, as if he was letting you into a space you never imagined you’d share.

The conversation continued around you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment. Axel Kovacevic, the guy who always seemed so reserved, so distant, had shown a vulnerability that, although small, made you feel something deeper between you two.

When the night ended, Axel said goodbye to the group without another word, but before he left, he came up to you one last time.

"Thanks again," you said, smiling again, this time with a warm feeling in your chest.

On impulse, you moved a little closer to him, and before he could react, you quickly kissed his cheek, almost shyly, but full of meaning. The sensation of his warm cheek under your lips made your stomach flutter.

Axel stood completely still for a moment, staring ahead with a look of surprise. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the situation. His eyes widened slightly, and his breathing seemed to become deeper.

"What…?" he whispered, but his words faded as his face began to turn slightly red.

You stepped back a little, looking at his reaction. Axel tried to regain his composure, but for a moment, his gaze said much more than his words could express.

"Did it bother you?" you asked softly, concerned about his response, though part of you already knew Axel wasn’t as indifferent as he seemed.

Axel, visibly nervous, lowered his head, running a hand through his hair, trying to hide the blush on his face.

"No… It’s not that. It’s just…" He sighed, searching for the words. "I just didn’t expect that from you."

Your heart raced at hearing him. You couldn’t help but smile, seeing that Axel, so strong and decisive, also had his own vulnerable side. A side that, although he didn’t show easily, was now in plain view.

"Well, you know…" you shrugged, looking at the necklace again. "It was my way of thanking you."

Axel nodded slowly, without saying anything more. For a moment, you both stood in silence, but the atmosphere was different. There was something in the air suggesting that, although everything had started with a simple gift exchange, maybe something bigger was beginning to grow between you two.

With one last glance, Axel said goodbye to the group, but not before looking at you again.

"Take care," he whispered, and although he tried to hide it, there was something in his voice that told you this night had changed something. Maybe it wasn’t just the gift that had transformed the atmosphere, but the way you both now saw each other.

As he left, you felt a strange warmth in your chest. You knew something had changed, and although you didn’t know exactly what, it was clear that this had been an important step for you and Axel.

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🎄

summary | at a dojo christmas party, the reader and Axel share a moment under the mistletoe, leading to unexpected kisses that reveal a growing connection between them

warnings | romance, fluff

word count | 1.1 k

The dojo was decorated like never before: blinking lights in every corner, a makeshift Christmas tree with ornaments that someone had probably brought from home, and a table full of food that was constantly being raided by the younger students. Christmas music played in the background, though no one seemed to be paying much attention to it.

You didn’t know why you had bothered so much with your outfit or why you had even come to this party. You weren’t exactly a fan of social events, but there was a clear reason. Or rather, one person. Axel Kovacevic.

You spotted him soon after entering. He was at the back, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with that expression of complete detachment he always wore. He looked like a spectator, watching the hustle and bustle as if he had nothing to do with it. But you knew he wasn’t as disconnected as he wanted to appear. There was something in the way his eyes scanned the room that betrayed his attention.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to approach. Your heart beat faster with each step.

“Are you enjoying the party?” you asked, leaning slightly toward him so he could hear you over the noise.

Axel glanced at you, his dark eyes locking onto yours for a moment before he responded with his characteristically dry tone:

“Yeah, sure. This is exactly what I wanted to do tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you always have to be so enthusiastic?”

He let out a short laugh, a low sound that you almost didn’t hear.

“I’m just telling the truth.”

You knew it wouldn’t be easy to get more than a sentence out of him, but that had never stopped you before. As you continued talking, you noticed how, little by little, his posture relaxed. Even though his responses remained brief, he didn’t seem uncomfortable with you there. In fact, at times, it seemed like he was enjoying the conversation.

When you both walked toward a less crowded corner, your eyes caught something hanging from the doorframe: a sprig of mistletoe.

You stopped, a smile curving your lips.

“Look at that.”

Axel lifted his gaze to where you were pointing and furrowed his brow slightly.

“Mistletoe?”

“Exactly. You know what it means.”

“That I should leave right now.”

His tone was dry, but you noticed the slight curve of his lips.

“Rules are rules, Kovacevic. If two people end up under the mistletoe… well, you know.”

Axel sighed, his gaze fixing on you with an intensity that made your knees shake.

“This is stupid.”

“Maybe, but I don’t see you escaping.”

For a moment, the silence between you both stretched out. You could hear the party noise behind you, but your focus was entirely on him. Finally, Axel took a step toward you, closing the distance.

The first kiss was quick, almost awkward, as if he wanted to get it over with quickly, but something in the way his lips brushed against yours made the air around you heavier. When he pulled away, you looked at him with a smile you couldn’t contain.

“That doesn’t count. It was too formal.”

Before he could respond, you leaned toward him, pressing your lips to his with more determination. Axel seemed to freeze for a moment, but then he responded to the kiss with an intensity that took you by surprise. His hand slid to your face, holding it as he deepened the kiss, and the other hand rested on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

The world around you seemed to fade away. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, the heat of his body so close to yours that your skin tingled. The kiss, which had started hesitantly, became more and more intense, more urgent.

Axel was the first to pull away, though only by a few centimeters. His eyes were locked on yours, his breath shallow.

“This… wasn’t in the rules.”

“Since when do you follow the rules?” you whispered, your lips grazing his as you spoke.

He let out a brief laugh, but didn’t move. Instead, he kissed you again, this time with more confidence, as if something inside him had shifted. His hand slid to your hip, and you felt him gently push you against the nearby wall. The kiss grew more passionate, more charged with emotions neither of you were willing to admit out loud.

Your hands slid into his hair, tangling in it as you pulled him closer. It was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist, as if the only thing that mattered was what was happening in that moment.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Axel looked at you, his expression softer than you had ever seen it.

“You… you always find a way to complicate my life.”

You smiled, your fingers still playing with the dark strands of his hair.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

For the first time, Axel smiled. Not a mocking or sarcastic smile, but something real, something that lit up his eyes.

“Maybe.”

Someone called from the back of the dojo, reminding you both that you were still in the middle of a party. Axel stepped away slowly, but not before running his hand down your arm in a gesture that left you with a tingling sensation.

As you walked away to answer the call, you could feel his gaze on you. You knew that what had just happened between you both wasn’t just a fleeting moment. Something had changed, something neither of you could ignore.

And for the first time, you realized you didn’t want it to be ignored.

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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

summary | during a training session, Axel, your boyfriend and instructor, helps you overcome your insecurities with patience and encouragement.

warnings | romance, fluff

word count | 1.2 k

Axel stands in front of you, his gaze determined but also full of patience. Today, he’s not just your boyfriend; he’s your instructor. And while you know he has the skills to push you to your limits, being a novice makes your insecurities surface.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his tone a mix of calm and the gentleness of someone who wants to see you improve. But there’s also a spark of amusement in his eyes, as if he’s enjoying this class more simply because you’re here.

You nod, though the knot in your chest is undeniable. This isn’t your first time training with him, but this time the expectations feel different. Still, that sense of vulnerability unsettles you. It’s your first real attempt at physical combat.

"I am," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. You can feel the weight of Axel’s gaze, observing every movement, every reaction. Your breathing quickens, but at the same time, something about his presence steadies you. It’s him. The man you love. The man who teaches you, guides you, and above all, supports you.

Axel takes a step closer, his posture perfectly upright, his eyes fixed on you. There are no jokes, no distractions. This time, it’s just training.

But before he begins, you decide to do something bold. A sudden impulse takes over. You step closer to him, locking eyes for a second, and then, with a swift motion, you kiss him. A fleeting kiss meant to throw him off guard, to gain that first moment of advantage. It’s an impulsive gesture, more for you than for him, but the moment your lips meet his, you see the surprise flicker in his eyes. That’s all you need to launch your attack.

When you pull away, he’s still staring at you with a mix of astonishment and amusement, but he doesn’t have time to react before your arm moves toward his side, throwing a punch with all your strength. Though not perfectly executed, the impact makes him take a step back. It’s your first small victory.

"Was that your tactic?" he asks, smiling with a hint of amusement, not angry but clearly impressed by your boldness.

You keep a slight smile on your lips, feeling a little embarrassed but also satisfied. That little distraction gave you the space to act, though you know it won’t be enough to win the fight.

"It… was an attempt," you reply, feeling a bit more at ease now.

Axel adjusts his stance, preparing for the fight once again. The astonishment in his eyes is gone; now he watches you with renewed respect. And you know that from here on, the training will get serious.

He takes a step toward you, studying you carefully, evaluating your form, your focus, as if every detail matters. The difference between being his girlfriend and being his sparring partner is clear in his gaze. He’s not going to make things easy for you, not because he wants to see you fail, but because he knows you can do it.

The first strike comes quickly, aimed at your side. Your instincts force you to step back, but you can’t avoid it completely. The blow grazes you, and for a second, frustration mixes with surprise. You didn’t manage to dodge it, but Axel doesn’t seem upset. He simply watches you silently, waiting for your reaction.

"Not bad, but... you need to be faster," he says in a soft but firm tone. He steps closer, giving you space to recover.

Sweat starts to bead on your forehead as you adjust your stance. Your legs feel stiff, anxiety eats at you, but you remind yourself that you’re here to learn.

"I know," you respond, a bit embarrassed but determined to keep going. You don’t want to disappoint him.

Axel doesn’t seem to expect perfection from the start, but there’s something in his gaze that makes you want to get it right. He takes another step toward you and throws another strike. This time, you tremble slightly but manage to block it halfway, though your arm feels the strain. Your breathing quickens.

"What are you feeling?" he asks calmly, observing your movements.

"Frustrated... and a little tired," you admit, unsure if that’s what he expects, but it’s the truth.

Axel smiles slightly, his tone softening.

"That’s normal. We all start somewhere. And trust me, you’re doing well. You just need more practice. And above all... confidence."

He gently takes your wrist, as if to refocus your attention. It’s a gesture of support but also of firmness.

"Trust your movements. Trust that you can do it, even if it’s not perfect right away. This isn’t a fight for you to be an expert. It’s a fight for you to learn about yourself, to see how far you can go."

The way he says it, in that moment, reassures you. His words aren’t just about the dojo. They’re about your life, about every step you take in training and beyond.

He steps back a little, a small smile playing on his lips, as if testing something.

"Now, try again. This time, don’t overthink it. Just act."

Your breathing steadies, more controlled. You have to trust your instincts, trust what you’ve learned so far. It’s not about winning the fight. It’s about not giving up, about pushing forward. And though the fear of making a mistake is still there, it’s weaker now.

When you lunge at him again, it’s different. Your movement is smoother, more determined. Axel looks surprised by the improvement, small as it may be, and that gives you a boost. His eyes shine with pride.

"That’s it," he says as he swiftly dodges your strike with a speed that leaves you breathless. "You’re on the right track. I can see progress."

The fight continues, but you no longer feel the same pressure. Now you understand it’s not about winning or losing but about improving and growing. With every step, with every blow, you feel yourself moving forward.

By the end of the training, both of you are exhausted, sweaty, but there’s a smile on Axel’s face that fills you with satisfaction.

"I told you you’d do it," he says, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, his gaze full of affection.

You lean against his chest, smiling as the weight of insecurity begins to fade. You know you’re not an expert, but you also know you’ve taken an important step today.

"I did it..." you whisper, a sense of accomplishment washing over you.

Axel kisses your forehead, his lips warm and soft against your skin, as if reaffirming the bond between you and reminding you that you don’t need to be perfect for him.

"You did, and I’m so proud of you," he says, holding you close, gently but firmly, as if this moment belongs to both of you.

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ᡣ𐭩 | axel kovacevic

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞:

Although he doesn't admit it, he spends hours thinking about what to do to make the date perfect. He doesn't want to leave anything to chance.

Axel is good at hiding his emotions, but his more rigid posture than usual gives him away.

It makes sure you're comfortable, even small things like wondering if you're cold or choosing a quiet place to avoid crowds.

He doesn't dress too formally, but his clothes are always impeccable. He makes sure to make a good impression.

He speaks little, but when he does, his words are sincere and direct. He prefers to listen to you, showing you that he is interested in what you have to say.

He opens doors, pays the bill without arguing, and makes sure to walk on the side of the street, all without bragging.

If he likes something a lot or is enjoying something, he barely smiles, but his eyes shine slightly, and his attention becomes more intense.

If you notice that someone is bothering you, their intimidating look is enough to solve the problem.

Even if it's reserved, it could give you something simple but meaningful, like a flower she found along the way or something related to your interests.

When saying goodbye, it is not invasive. He accompanies you to your house and waits to see if you start something, such as a hug or a kiss. Axel is careful with limits.

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Okay why can't I stop thinking about Kwon getting reader with that big ass knife, and Axel carrying reader off a lá Sir Harwin Strong

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

summary | you try to stop Kwon from getting to Robby, and Axel tries to stop him from hurting you

warnings | physical violence, tension, strong language, dangerous situation

word count | 1.3 k

The Sekai Taikai is chaos. Everything happens so fast that you barely have time to think. You know Kwon is furious, his attention fixed on Robby, his dark eyes burning with hatred. You can't let that fight happen.

Without a second thought, you step forward, standing between them.

He pauses for a second, surprised by your intervention, but quickly his face twists into a sneer.

"Get out of my way." This has nothing to do with you."

Kwon frowns and, without further warning, throws a direct punch at you. You narrowly dodge it, your body moving by pure instinct.

It launches again, but this time you're ready. With a quick turn, you block his attack and counter with a blow to his torso, taking him back a step. His breathing becomes heavy, but he doesn't seem willing to give in.

You manage to land a kick to his side, making him stagger. He loses his balance and falls to the ground with a dull thud. For a moment, you think the fight is over, but then you see it.

The metallic shine on the ground, just a few centimeters from him.

Kwon sees it too. His eyes are fixed on the knife, as if it were a beacon in the darkness.

"No..." you whisper, but it's too late.

With a swift motion, Kwon grabs the knife in his hands, rising with an expression that freezes your blood.

"Is this what you want, Kwon?" you shout, taking a step back. "Do you really want to cross that line?"

You prepare to defend yourself, but before Kwon can take another step, a figure stands between you.

"Stop!"

His voice is like thunder, stopping Kwon in his tracks. Without hesitation, Axel advances and gives a quick blow to the arm holding the knife, causing him to fall to the ground. In one fluid motion, he kicks the knife away, making sure no one can reach it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Axel growls, holding Kwon by the neck of his gi.

Kwon struggles to free himself, but Axel doesn't give him a chance. He pushes him back hard, taking him back several steps.

Axel turns to you, his hard expression softening slightly.

"Are you okay?" —

"Yes, but..." Your voice trembles, but you manage to compose yourself. "Thank you."

Axel nods, but his gaze darkens as he returns to Kwon.

"This ends here," he says firmly, before turning to you again. "Let's go."

Before you can react, he takes you in his arms, carrying you with ease. "Axel, I can walk!" "You protest, although the force in your words is minimal.

"I won't risk it," he pulls you out of all the chaos of the tournament by dodging and pushing those who stood in his way.

As Axel lifts you up in his arms, a strange but electrifying sensation runs through your entire body. The ease with which it charges you makes you feel small, vulnerable, but also deeply protected. It's as if everything you've experienced so far vanishes in that moment. Your body weight doesn't seem to matter to him at all; He holds you with absolute trust, as if it were nothing to carry your weight, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The way his arms wrap around you is both protective and possessive. You feel the firmness of his grip, the warmth of his body against yours, and there's something about that sensation that turns you on in an unexpected way. The force with which he lifts you, the ease with which he places you in his arms, is a palpable sign of his power, of his mastery, and in some way he turns you on. You wonder if he knows, if he is aware of the effect he has on you by holding you like this, with that security that makes you feel so fragile and so protected at the same time.

Your breathing accelerates unintentionally, the friction of his body against yours causes a heat that goes beyond the fatigue of combat. You feel your heart beating in your ears.

It's as if, by carrying your weight, by holding you with that ease, he's also making it clear who's in charge, who's in control here. And that feeling of being so vulnerable, so small in their arms, somehow turns you on in a way that you can't deny.

With determined steps, he takes you out of the chaos, away from danger. As he carries you, you can't help but feel safe, even in the middle of the storm. The weight of the day begins to fade, as does the sound of screaming.

When he finally drops you to safety, his eyes meet you with an intensity that makes you forget for a moment everything that just happened. His gaze is cold, but his eyes reflect something else: concern. Despite his usual control, there is a palpable uneasiness in him.

"Are you okay?" Her voice is low, deep, and something about her makes you feel vulnerable.

You watch him for a moment, his fiercely protective expression. His muscles tense, his fists clenched, as if he were still ready to enter the fight again.

"I'm fine," you reply, but your tone is softer than you'd like. Tiredness consumes you, and words feel like a distant echo.

Axel doesn't seem convinced. He gets even closer to you and his concern is so evident that it makes you feel a strange mixture of discomfort and... relief. It's as if all the fury inside you has disappeared in that instant, leaving you with only the vulnerability you had tried to hide.

"I'm not sure you are," he says, pulling closer, his eyes racing over you intensely, assessing every inch of you. As if he feared that something else might happen.

You feel uncomfortable with that look, like he's willing to carry you if it meant keeping you safe, but at the same time, you find it... pleasant. A heat ignites inside you, something you can't ignore.

You stare into his eyes, and without thinking, you get up from the bench you were sitting on. Axel watches you, expectantly, and for a moment the world around you vanishes.

"You know what, Axel?" You say with a somewhat mischievous smile, taking a step towards him. "I think the only thing I need now... It's a kiss.

The air seems to stop for a second. Axel blinks, surprising at first, but his expression changes rapidly, though he can't hide the flash of surprise that flashes across his eyes.

"What?" His voice is almost a whisper, and for a moment it seems that he is looking for some sign of a joke.

But you don't back down. You get even closer to him, without looking away.

"You heard that right". Your voice is confident, although the tension in the air increases. "A kiss. That's all I need."

Axel keeps looking at you, studying your words, as if he's evaluating every intention behind them. A slight sigh escapes him before he takes a step towards you.

Then, with a speed you didn't expect, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you toward him. Your heartbeat resonates loudly in your chest, and in the blink of an eye, his lips are above yours, warm and urgent.

The first sensation is a crash. The intensity of his kiss brings you down, but you don't care. His embrace fits around you, his hands steady behind your back, as if he's telling you that you don't have to worry about anything else. At that moment, the whole world seems to vanish. There is only him and you, and the silent promise of something that needs no words to be understood.

The kiss lasts only an instant, but when it separates, the feeling of calm and satisfaction runs through your entire body.

Axel looks at you with an expression you don't know how to interpret, but the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know.

"Is that what you wanted?" He asks, his voice somewhat hoarse, as if he too were processing what just happened.

"Yes, exactly" . You laugh softly, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement.

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hello, how would you feel about writing something about sensei wolf? Lewis Tan is so hot

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | sensei wolf × reader!fem

summary | you practice late to improve your movements and Wolf helps you with what you need

warnings | age difference, fingering, masturbation

word count | 1.2 k

You were exhausted after a hard class. Despite all your effort, you feel like you're not reaching the level of skill you expect from yourself. Every movement seems slow, every blow, weak. As you pick up your gear, frustration consumes you, especially as you watch others move faster, mastering what you still struggle.

Suddenly, you feel a presence near you. It is not that of just any colleague; it is something heavier, more serious. You turn around and see it. His imposing figure is silhouetted at the entrance, with a serious face, muscular body, and a penetrating gaze that makes the most experienced tremble. The fact that it is coming towards you causes your heart to jump. What do you want? What have you done wrong now?

"Still here?" His deep voice comes to you like thunder, echoing in the stillness of the dojo.

You look up, feeling your pulse quicken. You can't help but get nervous, you know Wolf doesn't usually get involved with newbies much. His style is direct and sometimes intimidating. The other students speak of him with respect and a certain fear.

Wolf steps toward you, his gaze fixed on yours, as if he's looking for something you don't know how to show. A shiver runs down your spine under his gaze. The air seems to become denser around him.

"You have potential". The surprise hits you hard. You never thought I'd tell you something like that. "But you lack discipline. You lack confidence. If you want to improve, I need you to follow my orders to the letter."

Wolf's words baffle you. Is it a threat? An order? A challenge? You can't read his tone, but you know that what he's saying carries weight.

"Follow your orders, Sensei? What do you mean?" you ask, with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Wolf doesn't immediately respond. Instead, he takes a step back and, with a slight nod, points at you. Without saying another word, he begins to walk. The sound of his feet hitting the ground echoes through the empty air as you stand there, watching, not knowing what to do.

Should you follow it? Doubt assails you, but you know that this could be the opportunity you were waiting for. If he sees something in you, maybe you can finally reach the level you want so much. The decision is not easy, but something inside you drives you forward.

"Sensei..." you murmur as you walk behind him.

Wolf says nothing, stopping when he reaches the center of the dojo, in front of one of the largest tatami mats. He stares at you, his face serious, and you can't help but feel like he's evaluating you in a way that goes beyond technique. Something in his gaze makes you nervous, but at the same time, a strange sensation of adrenaline runs through your body. This is not a common workout.

"We are going to work on your discipline and your confidence, but first... I want you to prove what you really know". His deep voice fills the space, and for a moment, the world is reduced to his presence and the tension that grows between the two.

You position yourself in front of him, your hands resting at your sides, your breathing still quickening from the intensity of the previous class. You stand your ground, but you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach.

"Give me a demonstration of your kata." He says, with a slight movement of his hand towards the tatami.

You follow his cue and begin to execute the movements with precision, every punch, every block, every turn flows naturally, but something in you, an inexplicable nervousness, makes your movements not as fluid as they should be. When you're done, you stop, breathing heavily. He is still silent, watching you intently.

Without warning, Wolf takes a step forward. The tension between you is palpable. Then, with surprising speed, it moves towards you and performs a series of movements so fast that you can barely see them. In the blink of an eye, his hands cling to your wrists, controlling your posture with an unexpected, yet precise force. Within seconds, you're on the ground, just below him, in a karate position, pinned down on the tatami. You haven't realized how you got there, but their contact is firm and their proximity makes you shudder.

Both breathe heavily. He is above you, his eyes fixed on yours, his face close to yours. The space between the two is filled with a different tension, something beyond training, an electricity in the air that makes you feel vulnerable, but also completely aware of every breath.

"It's not just strength you need," he says quietly, his tone softer but equally firm. "It's control... and knowing when to give up. Knowing when to give in, and when to move on. Do you understand?"

The question is suspended between the two. Your lips are so close to theirs that you can feel their warm breath on your face. An impulse runs through you.

Without thinking about the consequences, you dare to close the distance. The kiss is soft at first, a light touch, but soon becomes more intense. Their lips, so firm and sure, mingle with yours, and an unknown fire begins to ignite within you.

Wolf pulls away for a moment, his eyes intently fixed on you, searching for something beyond the surface.

"This is not part of the training". He says, his voice deep and deep, like a warning.

"I'd love it to be," you said as brazenly as possible

"I should teach you another lesson"

A groan came from your lips. You moaned when suddenly you felt the Sensei's fingers against your clitoris, you couldn't even think at what moment he put his hand into your suit, he managed to insert two fingers between your pussy and thigh to rub your clitoris.

You gasped moving your hips to look for more friction with his hand, needed.

"God..." you groaned

"If only your bell ringers could see you..." she came close to your ear to whisper "So desperate for your Sensei's fingers"

You responded with another groan, your mind completely clouded by excitement.

"Do you like having my fingers inside you?" you felt your walls contract around his fingers and you were so close.

"Y-y-yes.." you gasped for her lips to silence your moans

"If what?" he pushed his lips away before you could even touch them

"Yes-yes S-sensei," as a reward he brought his lips back to yours kissing you, you were so close.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned "Please let me!" you pleaded desperately.

"You can do better than that," your Sensei says.

You complained and tilted your head back.

"Sensei, please!" you complained "I'm behaving well" you said desperately.

That was enough for me to give you permission to.

"Come to me," is all he says.

The Sensei rubbed your hard, just enough to push you to the limit. You came hard and emitted a loud moan that came from your lips. Your movements stopped and your head fell on his shoulder. You gasped hard as he rubbed your back.

"I think I could give you more lessons," he smiled so shamelessly, sticking out his soaked hand. "You know, so you can improve your movements."

[summervb]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ᡣ𐭩 | zara malik

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:

During the fight, Zara feels an intense connection with her opponent, and her every move only increases her desire.

Zara seeks to read her opponent's emotions, feeling an even stronger attraction as the fight unfolds.

Falling in love makes you lose a little of your focus.

She feels frustrated because her feelings distract her from her usual goal of controlling the emotions of others.

She tries to remain dominant in the fight, but the attraction makes her more playful, throwing provocative comments while maintaining her control.

If her opponent shows interest in someone else, Zara becomes jealous, unable to help but show her territory

After the fight, Zara starts constantly thinking about that person, looking for excuses to get closer.